The enraged Duke wanted to have Dara executed immediately, but the family mage Kesothippon suggested that he wanted to use Dara for his experiments, as he had already taken advantage of Darra's strong physique and could not have used it for his latest magical experiments. The Duke hesitated slightly, but agreed to the request of the family mage.

Kesotapon's suggestion puts Dara in a situation where life is worse than death. He infuses Dara with a large number of magical potions of unknown effect every day. Under the effect of the magic potion, Dara felt that his mind and body began to slow down, and all the senses gradually became numb, except for one feeling that was eating away at his nerves clearly, and that was pain.

It was a pain unlike anything he'd ever felt before, it came from every nerve in his body, even the roots of his hair. Let Dara be tormented again and again, the pain goes deep into the bone marrow, and she feels that every cell of her is constantly foaming with pain......

"Threw him away. The sorcerer of the Duke of Sarah's family, Kesotapun, commanded his assistant gloomily, and he sat back in his chair with some weariness.

The task given to him by the Duke - to find out the whereabouts of Fenya - had not been completed until now, and even he could not believe it. He had asked all the necromantic and living creatures, used his unique magic to search the entire Tuya continent, and even ventured to peek into the underworld, but he had not found any trace of Funia. She vanished into thin air, as if she had never been in this world.

The only person who could have known the whereabouts of Fernia, the young man Dara whom the Duke had given him, had also become delirious under the effects of his magic, and was no longer much different from a dead corpse, and the fact that he had not uttered a word was also surprised and surprised by the fact that he had not uttered a word.

Many well-trained dead soldiers, after unfortunately falling into his hands, as long as they use one or two magic on the other party, they will also be eager to say everything, just want to die quickly. But the fact that this country boy, who had never seen the world before, and had never tasted such magic, had survived until now made Kesotapon feel a little sorry when he ordered his assistant to throw his "corpse" out.

Darla was carried out, the only consciousness he had was reminding himself that it was all over and that he could finally die peacefully. He was no longer afraid.

Before, he had been afraid that he would not be able to bear to beg for mercy from this terrible magician, and he couldn't help but tell the other party everything he knew. All his will was contending with the pain inflicted on him by the magician, and what had sustained him up to now was a breath, a breath of blood that he was unwilling to lose.

How could he lose again at the hands of a man who robbed him of his beloved first love and tortured her? He had already lost enough, painfully enough, and miserable enough. Instead of rescuing Funia, she was imprisoned herself.

Tortured by Kesot's magic again and again, Dara also recalls over and over again the happy times when he walked along the river with Funia in Simplain Village, and all these happiness were snuffed away by Duke Sarah.

His love for Fernia and his hatred for Duke Sara kept him silent under the magic of Kesotapun. Love and hate, this is the strongest in the world, The two most effective emotions often make people exert their amazing potential, and Dara happened to be handed over to Kesotapun when both emotions reached their peak, and all his spirit and will were stimulated, plus his physical condition has long been baptized by a powerful magical force field (in the past two years, Gibri's training of Dara in the ancestral house has not been in vain, although in terms of martial arts, Dara is not as good as a second-rate samurai, but in terms of beating and suffering, his physical state has long surpassed many first-class samurai), which actually made Dara endure Kesotapun's questioning, and always remained silent。

The last vestige of dignity he can retain now is to let himself die in silence instead of wailing and begging for mercy before he dies. As soon as he said a word, he lost completely and pitifully.

How could he admit defeat?

Especially losing to your most hated rival?

Thankfully, he persevered, even though he was close to paying with his life.

"Just throw it here. An indifferent voice commanded, it was Kesothipun's assistant.

The two servants did as they were told, and they had long wanted to throw down this tortured and dying "corpse".

Dara felt like a broken sack, thrown on a pile of smelling things, his body made a dull noise, he still had a little consciousness, but he couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he could only let his mind go numb like his body, no matter where it was, he could finally die quietly and silently.

Darra's consciousness gradually blurred, and finally she sank to death.

The rain hit Dara in the face, and he woke up, and death, was not an easy task.

He still had a hint of vertigo in his head, which was a sequelae of magic. But now, moistened by the cold rain, the dizziness was slowly disappearing, and he tried to turn his neck to see where he was lying.

Darra's heart was filled with nameless anger and great sorrow, he had been dumped in a garbage dump, which was supposed to be the place where the Fort of Sara usually discarded its garbage, surrounded by all kinds of moldy food and dumped garbage, full of pungent stench, and of course, there were several rotting corpses, scattered in the garbage dump, some of which were already full of wriggling maggots.

In a few days, he'll be one of those corpses?

Dara felt a gagging feeling in his heart, suddenly, he didn't want to die anymore, he was still young, and he had a long future ahead of him, especially if he did, he couldn't die like a dog, in the enemy's garbage dump, eaten by filthy maggots.

When it is really time to die, people's will to survive will become extremely tenacious, and Dara will wake up in an instant. He can't die!

When he escaped from home, Dara was thinking about Fernia, but after a series of blows, he now thinks of his own home, of his strict father, of his gentle mother, of his mischievous little brother...... Darla's eyes are a little blurry, and even if he dies, he will return home to see his loved ones for the last time.

Dara squirmed hard, now he could only wriggle like those maggots, he had been tormented by Kesothipon for days, his mental and physical strength had already been exhausted, and if it weren't for this heavy rain, he would have slept here.

Suddenly, Dara felt that the rain on her head was gone, and a pair of feet appeared in front of her, a pair of small feet, and a little girl's voice shouted, "Brother, there is one who is not dead." ”

When Dara looked up, he saw a little girl with a dirty face, holding a broken umbrella that barely covered the rain, standing in front of him, looking down on him condescendingly.

Darla was walking on his way home, he was not dead yet, and he was rescued by a pair of siblings who were picking up garbage for a living, the older brother was named Rosem and the younger sister was named Angel.

Dara remembered their names, and even though they were just two children picking up garbage, they were his saviors, and he vowed to repay them well. Moreover, through them, Dara also knew that although he did not succeed in saving Funya, the news that the Duke's newlywed had disappeared for no reason and was rescued by a group of mysterious visitors had spread inside and outside the castle, and Duke Sara was furious about it.

Now, Dara must rush home as soon as possible.

Because, according to Roseem, after the rain stopped, Rosem went to the garbage dump again, and found that there were several knight-like people looking for people in the garbage dump, and he also grabbed the dirty child and asked a lot of questions.

"But," Rosem smirked, "I didn't say anything. "Children who have grown up in hardship from an early age are always precocious than other children.

Those knights must have been Duke Sarah's men.

Throwing Dara out of the castle was just a matter of carving Sotapun's meaning, but the Duke had other plans, he didn't even plan to spare Darra's body, so after finding out that Dara had been thrown out, he immediately sent someone to look for it, and also ordered "See people alive, see corpses when dead" and so on.

If they can't find Darla, they will definitely go to Simplain Village to inquire.

Darla, who had personally tasted the Duke's power, was afraid that something would go wrong with his family, so after his injuries were slightly better, he immediately ran towards Simplain.

As she approached Simplain, Darla noticed something unusual, with traces of a caravan of horses still trailing along the only road leading to Simplain. The village was silent, devoid of the laughter of the people of the past, not even the barking of dogs.

A great fear welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace.

As soon as he entered the village, Dara was stunned by the sight in front of him.

I saw the corpses of more than 100 people lying on the open space of the small Pingba market in the village, with rivers of blood and flies flying around.

Dara rushes over: Uncle Jimmy, who once came to the Mosquito Forest with the village chief Max to help him fight Golem......

Colter, who once fought with his brother, is also Puno's best friend......

Old Uncle Tom, who once suggested that he go to Gibri when his mother was seriously ill......

The familiar faces all stiffened at this time.

The once peaceful and warm village has now become a purgatory, the blood has soaked the once peaceful land, exuding a pungent and unpleasant smell of blood, there are broken limbs and severed arms everywhere, mosquitoes flying from the nearby forests are feasting on the blood of the dead, and the sky is still hovering with black crows......

Dara only felt that the blood in his whole body was rushing into his head in an instant, and he just wanted to shout frantically for a moment to vent the unbearable grief in his heart. His eyes were red, and he frantically rummaged through the pile of corpses, searching for his family.

Then, his gaze fell on a fluttering white cloth, where large letters written in blood were waving in the wind, "Tomorrow at noon, the Stull family will be executed outside the Fort of Sarah." Darrah's eyes were fixed on the bloody war letter, which was undoubtedly a trap set by the Duke of Sarah. However, he must travel to the Fort of Sara before Duke Sarah executes his own family.

Just then, the sound of shredded footsteps sounded behind Darra.

Dara was shocked, turned his head, glared at the man in front of him viciously, pounced fiercely, grabbed the man's neck fiercely, and asked, "Why are you still alive?

The man was so angry that he picked up a stone in his panic and struck it on Darra's head, who was in a frenzied rage, and Dara fainted.

When he woke up again, he found himself in the ancestral house, with people tightly bound and walnuts stuffed in his mouth.

Max sat right in front of him, staring blankly at Darla.

Darla wanted to ask, "When?" but his words were blocked by the walnuts in his mouth, and he couldn't say a word.

Max stared at him and said, "I'll let you go tomorrow after noon." ”

Darra's eyes shot with anxiety and hatred.

Max smiled wryly back and said no more.

Time passed minute by minute, and Dara struggled and writhed, but Max tied him up tightly, and came over from time to time to check the ropes, and kept reinforcing them.

Eventually, Dara gave up struggling, and he looked at Max with pleading eyes, hoping that the other party would let him go, but Max was unmoved, still sitting in front of Darra, staring at him, and as soon as he found that Dara was about to writhe and struggle, he came over and tightened the rope.

Time passed inexorably, and both of them had not slept all night, their eyes bloodshot, especially Darla, whose eyes were red and full of hatred and anger, and whose whole face was distorted with pain, and who would have yelled like a madman, and begged like a beggar if it had not been for the walnuts in his mouth.

All the pain suffered at the hands of Kesotipon was less than one ten-thousandth of what it was at this moment. When he knew that time was the life of his loved ones, he could only be powerlessly bound here, struggling. And the person who plotted against him was Max, the village chief who had been good to him for many years and he trusted him very much.

Outside the window, the sun moved little by little, first the red mist-like round cake, slowly moving upward, as if dragging the weight of the entire Tuya continent, like a pilgrim with a load of thousands of pounds, slowly rising from the ground level, reminding Dara of two years ago, when he stood in his vegetable field to watch the sunrise, but at that time, the sunrise was full of hope, and he would sigh with relief after the sun rose. But now, at this time, this sunrise is desperate, and it terrifies him.

Darla's eyes were fixed on the window, staring into the distance, hoping that the sun would sink forever on the other side of the continent and never rise again.

His hopes were dashed, and the sun rose inexorably, and, as spectacularly as the sunrise two years earlier.

The sun soon shone on the entire continent of Tuya, and Darra's heart tightened more and more, if it weren't for the tight binding, he would have rushed to Sarah's Fort like the wind at this time.

Little by little, the sun slowly sank to the other side of the horizon, and Darra's heart sank to the bottom.

This is not the first time Dara has seen the sunset, but it is the first time he has felt the sadness and despair of the sunset.

Noon had long passed, and it was already dusk the next day.

Darla's head hung down, and at this time, the village chief Max said to Darla, "I'll let you go now." ”

Max really came over and let Dara go.

The long-term restraint made Darra's blood flow blocked, and the whole person tried to stand up, but fell to the ground. He stared angrily at the village chief, Max, and was eager to pounce on him.

Max did it before him.

I saw Max take out a dagger and walk towards him.

Dara tried to twist his body, but his body did not obey at all, he closed his eyes in vain, anyway, his parents and brothers, who must have been poisoned by the Duke now, if Max killed him, he would not be able to see them soon.

Max didn't kill him, Max reached into his pocket, pulled out a letter from it, and handed it to Dara, and then, with a helpless and painful smile at Dara, Max stabbed the dagger into his own heart.

Darla's eyes were already wide, and he felt even more puzzled when he saw Max's current actions, but he couldn't ask, "Why?" His mouth was still gagged with walnuts, and he couldn't speak.

Max's body twitched in pain, but his face was full of relief smiles. Darrah's eyes were blood-red as he stared at Max, who was getting colder, and in the pungent smell of blood, he thought again of the pile of corpses in the clearing of Simplain Village, and his family members who might have been slaughtered......

Dara was finally able to move, and Max was now dead on the ground, bleeding all over the ground. He opened the letter that Max had handed to him before he died, and read it:

"Darla, by the time you read this letter, your family should have suffered misfortune, for which I have no other way to apologize than to die. I can't watch you die, it must be a trap set by Duke Sarah, and you will lose your life if you go. Their whole family was slaughtered by them, I crawled out of the pile of dead people, and it was meaningless for me to live. Remember: you must live, only the living have a chance, and the dead have no chance.

After you left, Gibri came back once, took your brother Puno with him, and asked me to tell you: Puno's life is in danger, hurry to the Elven Peninsula!".

"Puno?" Dara thought to himself, "He's still alive, but how can his life be in danger?" But now for him, the most urgent thing is to rush to Sarah's Castle, his eyes are moist, although he knows that Max is "kind" to save him, although he knows that the rest of the family may have been killed at this moment, although he knows that there is a huge trap waiting for him ahead, but he has not confirmed his conjecture with his own eyes, and he still can't accept Max's "good intentions" at this time.

So, Dara quickly hurried to the fort of Sarah, fully armed, but cautiously.

Several bloodstained corpses were already hanging from several large trees outside the Fort of Sarah.

It was a couple of hillbillies who had been executed at noon.

These people are all related to a teenager named "Darla", or, more precisely, to a girl named "Funia".

These two men put the Duke of Sara in a bad mood for a few days. The first time he encountered this kind of thing, the woman he liked disappeared under his nose.

The mage he had always relied on made a low-level mistake at a critical moment.

How could Kesotipun not find Fernia, and how could he have thrown Dara out without his permission? What's more, Duke Sara also intends to use Dara to force Fernia to show up. Kesotipun thought that Dara was useless and threw him out.

When the duke found out and sent someone to find Darla's "body", someone reported that the "body" had disappeared.

The Duke of Sarah, who was in a bad mood, executed the fool who made this report at noon, and the "corpse" would not disappear for no reason, only the living could be missing, he didn't even understand such a simple truth, how could he be worthy of doing things under his own hands?

Also executed were the hapless assistants at Kesotipun's side.

Kesothipon had made a mistake, but the Duke could not execute his most powerful mage, who was his right-hand man, because there was such a vital mage to stand up to Raymondri, the family magician of the Catasmo family, and the Younis family could survive to this day.

So, even in the most angry moments, he would not be angry with Kesotipun.

Instead, he allowed Kesotapon to make a small mistake, which was his time to get the other party in check.

Only this time, the mage's mistake of Kesotipon made the duke feel incredible, because the mage usually does not throw a dead corpse out of the castle, and he can also take the other person apart and continue to do other magical experiments.

Could it be that the boy is blessed by the gods?

Originally, the Duke had calculated that after he washed the small village of Simplain in blood, the blood stains all over the ground would definitely teach Dara a deeper lesson and make him understand his authority. In order to save his family, he will definitely rush to the net before noon, as he designed.

However, he miscalculated.

Dara didn't show up until noon, could it be that he was just a coward who was greedy for life and afraid of death, and didn't even care about his own relatives? Duke Sara shook his head, how could someone who could resist Kesot's questioning be a coward. He's definitely coming!

The Duke of Sarah, though certain of this, could not afford to wait any longer, for he had ordered that his family and, of course, the few errant men in the castle should be executed if no trace of Dara was found at noon. His orders are never changed at will after they have been issued, which would affect his authority.

Therefore, when the time came, Darla's parents and brothers were hanged, hanged and hung on a tree outside the castle, which was also a demonstration.

Anyway, leaving these corpses there was still a trap for Dara and Funya.

Dara finally arrived outside the castle of Sarah, and even though it was already the early morning of the second day, by the faint light of the stars and moon, he could see several figures hanging from the trees at a glance, among them, several of whom he knew best.

Darla's head "buzzed", although before coming, he had thought of all kinds of terrible scenes more than once, and he had a certain amount of psychological preparation, but after really seeing such a scene, Dara still couldn't help but fall to his knees all at once, he was weak, and trembling, his eyes were staring at the familiar figures hanging quietly on the trees, and his mind was blank.

Father Red, he has long known that Dara must have a different fate, he has been a mercenary for a period of time, and after returning to teach little Dara to practice the most basic swordsmanship such as piercing and slashing, just so that Dara can master some of the basics of self-defense and combat in time. Could it be that he had already seen Darra's doomed and bumpy future? Was it all in preparation for this? At this moment, his father hung there quietly, his majestic face looking old and painful when he had sternly urged him to practice his sword.

Her mother, Tatiana, never liked Dara to learn those terrible swordsmanship, and only wanted Dara to stay by her side obediently, to be an ordinary hunter or farmer, and live a stable life. It's a pity that what she feared finally inevitably came true. Puno, who is the most troublemaker, did not bring them the greatest disaster, but brought them the greatest disaster, but the most zealous, the most praised, the most promising, the most promising, the most promising. At this time, she also hung there quietly, with great fear, anxiety and grief on her bleak countenance.

Brother Andrei, he is the most obedient of the brothers, he has followed the rules since he was a child, and his filial piety to his parents is far better than Dara, no matter what his parents want him to do, even if he can't do the best, he will do it well. At this point, he was hanging straight from a tree, with an angry and hideous expression on his face, which he must have seen after his parents were hanged.

The younger brother, Markey, is the most sensible of the two younger brothers, and while Puno is still running wild, he has begun to help take care of his frail mother. At this moment, his small body hung lightly from the tree, and his face carried the fear of death when it came.

All of Dara's relatives were hanging there at this time, and none of them were left behind.

Except for Puno.

Dara suddenly found a little support, a little hope. In this world, he also has a relative, the only one, the younger brother Puno.

He gradually regained his senses, and slowly calmed down from the initial urge to pounce and unleash the corpses of his family and weep bitterly.

Looking at the surrounding arrangement, Dara smelled a sense of conspiracy. If he rushes out now, it will do nothing other than be discovered by Duke Sarah's men and stabbed to death with a sword. His family is dead, but he also has a younger brother, Puno, whose life and death are still uncertain.

The teacher Gibri hurriedly took Puno away, and told him to rush to the Elven Peninsula, it must be because Puno was in great danger again and needed to be rescued by himself. He has already killed his family and the entire village of Simplain because of his impulsiveness and recklessness, how can he continue to be reckless at such a juncture, and he wants to rush out to die. It's a pity that he died, but he can't die now, he has more important things to do, he has to find his brother Puno first, and find a way to avenge those dead relatives!

That's what a man really should do!

Why Max desperately wants to keep him, is that he doesn't want him to die in vain, how can he be Duke Sara's opponent now, every move he takes, every plan is within the duke's expectations. Max was right, even if he arrived at noon, he would only die in vain, not only would he not save his parents and brothers, but he would also take his own life, so that the Duke of Sara would no longer have to worry about the future.

And he, at this time, was already hanging on the big tree, making a ghost who died unjustly.

He must not die!

He's going to save his brother!

He wants revenge!

He must not die now!

Dara heard her silent oath pounding against her heart, shattering her heart to pieces.

Fighting back his grief and rage, Darra's hateful gaze fell on the cloudy castle of Sarah, and he swore that one day, he would destroy the castle and its owner!

One last glance at the familiar figures in the tree, Darla's lips moved slightly, and she said, "I'm sorry. Tears flowed silently, and then he forced himself to press all the impulses, turning and disappearing into the darkness when he came. He can't go out now, going out is tantamount to death, he must not die now, because one of his relatives is still alive, and more importantly, his enemy is still proudly alive!

Darla cried and walked away, never looking back.

This seventeen-year-old boy experienced the tragedy of the world overnight, and under this huge blow, he grew up a lot at once.

It's just that the price of this growth is too high.

Duke Sara waited for a few days, and the corpses hanging from the trees had begun to stink, but Dara still did not appear as he expected, which made Duke Sara's already gloomy face even more gloomy.

He hated people and things that weren't in his plans and out of his control, and he was extremely upset about the disappearance of Fenya, the anomalies of Kesotapon, and especially the boy who didn't die.

It's hard to always guard against a sword of hatred that can stab you at any moment, but it's relatively easy to cut off the hand holding the sword before it can be stabbed.

So, the Duke of Sara ordered the portrait of Dara to be posted at various checkpoints, and sent two dead men to track down the person in the portrait. He was confident that it would be more than enough to deal with a country boy whose martial arts skills were not as good as that of a second-rate knight, but in order to ensure that nothing went wrong, before setting off, those dead soldiers all received the same order: "Bring someone back to me, either his or your own!"

Failure of the mission means death, if he still tries to steal life at this time, then the Duke must have a way to make this life worse than death! They are all dead soldiers who have been raised and trained by the Younis family for many years, and they all know the temper of Duke Sarah, and whoever he wants them to cut off their heads, they must cut off that person's head, and if they can't cut off that person's head, they have to cut off their own head.

In this respect, they are the same as the Knights of the Dead Warriors of the Katasmo family, the rivals of the Younis family.

So, as soon as they received the order, they set off.

Although they don't know where or where Dara will appear after leaving Simplain Village, the first thing they do is to look for clues in the junkyard where Dara was lucky enough to escape from Sala's Castle.

A "corpse" thrown from the laboratory of Kesotipun, of course, could not leave on his own feet, and there was no doubt that someone had saved him.

Since someone saved him, it is only natural that the person who saved him should know his whereabouts.

The two dead men waited inside the dump for two days, finally waiting for the person they were waiting for.

Two children, a man and a woman, walked into the garbage dump and began to expertly rummage through the garbage, picking out what they found useful. Originally, there were many such children, and there were a few before them, but they would attract the attention of the dead because these two children were a little different from other children.

The clothes on the little girl's body were fresh in color and not bad in texture, but her face was still dirty. Although the little boy's clothes were dirty and tattered, he had a small dagger with a delicate pattern tied around his waist, and the beautiful stone on the little dagger was not something that a child like him could buy in exchange for picking up garbage.

So, the two samurai exchanged glances and walked over to the two children.

The little boy was the first to wake up, and shouted, "Run!" and took the little girl's hand and ran.

But the samurai stopped the two in a flash, one for each of them, and took them in his hands.

"Brother, help me. The little girl struggled in the hands of a samurai, her tiny arms twisted behind her by the samurai, and her face was terrified.

"Let her go!" The concern for his sister made the other little boy have the courage to roar at the samurai who grabbed his sister's arm, but he himself was so restrained by the other samurai that he could not even pull out his proud little dagger to use it.

"Say, where has Darla gone?" asked the samurai, who had grabbed the little boy.

"Who's Darla? I don't know!" the little boy stiffened.

"Where did the dagger come from?"

"Pick it up!" the samurai smacked him hard.

"Where's the new clothes?"

"Pick it up!" As soon as the words came out, there was a "click", and the little girl screamed and cried, her arm bones had been pinched off by another samurai. The little boy's face turned pale.

"Where's Darla?"

"Elven Peninsula. The little boy didn't dare to lie anymore.