In a barren mountain range, under a hundred-year-old tree, the breeze blows, and there is a pine tree lying comfortably on the branch of the sword resting. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

However, as the breeze blew, the space under the old tree fluctuated slightly, and a strange aura slowly emanated from the fluctuating space.

The little squirrel, who was enjoying the sun's bath, exploded all over his body at this moment, and then, frightened, fled quickly, at that speed, even the purple electric shuttle that left the fundamental wave could only sigh!

After the little squirrel ran out of more than ten meters, it shrank its head and cautiously looked at the place where the space fluctuated, obviously, it was also curious.

The spatial fluctuations became more and more violent, and then there were suddenly three more unfamiliar breaths in that space, and two weak breaths, almost the same, all of which seemed slightly stable, but that powerful breath was uncertain, as if it would disappear at any time!

With the appearance of the three breaths, three figures appeared under the hundred-year-old tree.

Rand sat on his knees with demented eyes, while Parmenides, with a bleak smile on his face, still endured the grief in his heart, lifted the abyss up, and let the abyss sit down against the trunk of the tree.

Blood began to seep out of the severed legs of the abyss, which meant that his telekinesis had dried up, and he couldn't even seal the wounds!

Parmenides stretched out his hand anxiously, condensing a small amount of mental power to cover the wound of the abyss.

Rand walked over and said, "I'll come!"

As he spoke, his hands ignited white flames at the same time, and the white flames with healing power covered the wounds of the abyss in an instant.

The blood no longer penetrated, but the wound showed no signs of healing.

The hoarse voice of the abyss sounded: "Big young master, little young master, don't worry about me, my heart has been shattered by Arris, and I can survive until now, just because there are still many things, I haven't explained to you!"

Rand didn't speak, but he shook his head stubbornly in silence, completely resigned to his fate.

Parmenides smiled bitterly, he naturally understood what happened after his heart was shattered, it was a situation where even a Guardian-level priest was powerless to return to the sky!

He believed that Rand also knew this, but Rand was still doing useless work and was still unwilling to face reality!

Abyss laughed softly, smiling very comfortingly, seeing Rand's look of reluctance to admit his fate, he remembered thirty years ago, the man who was obviously cornered in the sky but still had to fight with a sword, the co-lord who single-handedly shaped today's Babylon - Hannibal!

Abyss recalled the past and said with relief: "The little young master is really like the head of the family, and even, very much like Lord Hannibal, he is stubborn and will never admit defeat!"

"Persevere, don't admit defeat, hopefully, one day, you can return to Babylon and avenge Yord and the head of the family! However, after this incident, Parmenides will go to Southern Troy, Troy has a branch of Yord back then, to take back the power of the clan, with Parmenides's wisdom, it should not be difficult! And Rand, you go to the Northland, there are still remnants of the old department of the Mountain Eagle in the Northland, they followed Lord Hannibal and were exiled, and now, it is time to return to the arms of the Mountain Eagle!"

Parmenides nodded lightly: "This is a must, usually the Zong family has nothing to do, naturally there is a division of the family, and now, the Zong family is almost completely wiped out, and those few branches must be put together, on the Northland side, it is good for Rand to go, but what about the branch of the Near East?"

Abyss chuckled: "Hossman has already escaped with Gorgias, I asked him to take Gorgias directly to the Near East, then, the branch of the Near East will naturally be handed over to Gorgias to recover!"

Seeing Parmenides and Rand frowning at the same time, Abyss continued: "Gorgias is indeed unbearable, but he, after all, is still Yord's person, so he naturally understands the reason, if he messes around, when the time comes, he will be killed!"

"The head of the family has one more thing to explain, young master Rand, give me your hand!"

Abyss said in a low but unquestionable voice, then took out the pitch-black ring in his arms, grabbed Rand's right hand, put the black ring on Rand's thumb, and said softly: "The previous head of the family, Yord Rourde, announced that the Scarlet Rose Yord will inherit the throne of the family by Yelder Rand!"

Rand raised his head and looked at the abyss, the words of rejection that had reached his throat were no longer spoken, he nodded silently, and said: "Yolde Rand, I will remember the oath of the Blood Rose, the direction in which the Blood Rose flutters is the place surrounded by the mountain eagle, the mountain eagle hovers in the blue sky, I only wish my homeland eternal peace!"

As Rand read the oath of the Blood Rose, the picture of the golden iron horse seemed to easily appear in the minds of the three of them, the heart-wrenching road to serve the country, and the land divided by a sword are all vivid!

However, when he said this, Rand paused, and then, he said with a solemn face: "However, the damage suffered by the mountain eagle, the blood of the Blood Rose, will eventually be washed away by the blood of the enemy!"

There was indifference in the voice, and unparalleled hatred!

The abyss was shocked, and the picture of Locke being chopped into minced flesh seemed to appear in front of him again, and he roared out angrily: "Where the mountain eagle is, forever guard the blood rose!"

This mournful voice became the sound of the abyss, his body fell weakly, and the hands holding the sword were no longer as strong as they were at the beginning, but stiff!

Parmenides hugged his head and leaned against the hundred-year-old tree, a small whimper came out.

Rand kowtowed to the abyss with extreme force and speed, tears welled up little by little in his eyes, he hated, hated himself for being too weak, he hated, the teleportation formation was interrupted, if it hadn't been interrupted and Xuanjiao had been teleported, everything would not have become like this, and Locke would not have died, but the teleportation burst was broken in the end!

In the end, Rand used all his strength with both hands, desperately grabbed the dirt under his feet, and clutched the dirt in his hands, knowing that his knuckles were white, and he refused to let go.

The little squirrel in the distance looked curiously at the three people who suddenly appeared, and was even more curious about the sad aura exuded by these three people, and even made its heart have a trace of pity, but as Rand viciously grabbed the dirt, it hid in the grass in fear!

Rand turned and looked in Babylon's direction, his eyes full of hatred and madness!

The words of the abyss in the shadow space echoed in his ears: "Master of the house, your father, was chopped into minced meat by Arris!

"Thousands of knives, broken bones and ashes, to behead the entire Mance family, killing without forgiveness, this hatred, this hatred, not the same sky!"

Rand quietly looked at the city outside the mountain, looking at the hanging garden that he had never had time to visit once, he chuckled and said with a calm expression:

"Babylon, wait for me, and one day I will turn you into hell!"