Looking at the smoke and dust rising in the night, Zhal's frozen body trembled violently, turned around and ran in the direction of the clinic with his long sword. Raman's life and death no longer matter to him, what really frustrated him was that because of this death battle with the knights, from beginning to end, he didn't pay attention to what happened to Gavira on the other side!

Thinking of the figure that flew out just now, the only thing Zal was certain of was that Gavira was defeated, defeated by the hands of Blazei, who had been wrapped in a cloak, otherwise she would never have left the roof that she had been holding onto. The problem is that the defeat of the Wood Elves at this critical moment will lead to the emergence of another, more serious situation - there is no longer a barrier against assassination in front of Ulez.

The sharp pain from all over his body tore at Zal's nerves, and his completely dislocated left arm hung weakly beside him, but Zal's pace only grew faster and faster, without a trace of hesitation. For him, the safety of the old moon demon has long been beyond the scope of his mission, and in this short period of more than twenty days, Ulez has taught him a lot of potions that he has not been exposed to, many lessons on the history of the continent that he has never heard of, and the muscle manipulation skill "Death Wish" from Saint Slan.

All of this has long caused Zal to forget the identity of the other party as the publisher of the mission, and vaguely regard him as another teacher of his. What's more, Ulez is by no means a heinous bad person, it is undeniable that he has done wrong, however, he did not run away, let alone continue to sink, but chose to bear his sins until he died. For such an old man, he should not be deprived of the right to live like this, let alone face such a tragic end.

Getting closer and closer, just as Zal was about to rush to the door of the clinic, two other figures crashed out of the smoke and dust not far away. Under the moonlight, Zar and Gavila, who fell on the other side of the market, were all stunned, only to see Blazej flying in the air with the old moon demon on his head, and a narrow scimitar came out of Ulez's back. Scarlet blood lines are waving!

"No!" shouted two different voices at the same time!

For a moment, Zal felt his brain thump, and all his senses were withdrawn, leaving only the image of the sky slowing down abruptly in the silent world. He saw the cloak rolled up in the wind. I saw the flowing scarlet, the silver blade, and the old moon demon's pale, but still peaceful face.

Suddenly, a monstrous aura took over Zal's body. The blood in the whole body seemed to boil instantly, and in the blue pupils, the deep red light spread like ink dripping into clear water, and then turned into a complete silver gray!

"Death to me!" Zar roared wildly, and with a shattering sound, all the power erupted recklessly, the pain was instantly pushed out of his mind, and some of the deformed right hands were forcibly controlled by the surging muscles and grasped the long sword, and a trace of gray smoke roared like an evil spirit, covering the entire sword body. A sword slashed down. "Sishua" screamed and slashed at Blazei's body!

Flying in the air, Blazei suddenly turned his head and stared at the blade of the sword that was striking at him in the darkness under the hood. After a short syllable, he lifted his foot and kicked Ulez's body, and the scimitar pulled out, a trace of arc-shaped blood flung around him, and the old moon demon flew upside down.?......

"Be careful!" With the shout of the wood elf, the two figures finally misfitted together! The rising gray "Sishua" flashed violently on Blazei's body, but Blazeyi's figure instantly turned into countless black afterimages mixed with strong wind in the eyes of the wood elf, and even in front of Zal!

The next moment, a series of explosions of metal slammed into flames. There were more cutting sounds echoing above the empty streets, countless black afterimages with straight cold rays shuttling around Zal's side, and the marks in the air were intertwined like a large open net. Placed Zaal in the center.

After a few moments, the sound died down, all the afterimages merged into one, and Blazei's figure reappeared, but Zal was powerless to resist, and blood poured out of his body. Although he didn't feel any pain at all. But the physical reaction told him that in addition to being protected by "Sishua", he was slashed more than a dozen times in this short moment!

"Funny ......" Blazei's voice picked up, and he reflexively kicked out! There was a muffled snap, and the two figures suddenly separated, and Zal flew out and slammed into the ground, while Blazei fell lightly to the ground, his rolled cloak threw out a round of dark shadows, and the bright scimitar hung loosely beside him.

Zal was lying on the ground, unable to move anymore. Tilting his head to look at Ulez in the distance, Zal saw that the old moon demon was already lying in the arms of the wood elf, his chest was red, but there was still a gentle smile on his bloodless face, which seemed to comfort Gavira behind him. As for the wood elf, her condition was not much better than her own, covered in wounds and bloodstains, and a pair of tear-filled eyes, crying silently.

Finally, Zal's gaze fell on the only standing figure. The snow-white scimitar reflected the moonlight, elegant and narrow, and looked like it should be the creation of an elf. But after a brief moment of stunnedness, his gaze became heavier and heavier, and even gave birth to a trace of bitter despair. Because he saw only two wounds on Blazei's cloak, one on his chest was left by his own sword, and the other was on his shoulder, presumably from Gavila, and nothing else.

Blazej stood there silent, as if thinking about something, and he glanced back at the Knight of Order, still struggling in a pool of blood. "You defeated Raman, no surprise......" His voice was soft, barely emotional, and slowly turned his gaze back to Zar's body. "Agility, tenacity, and a sharp fighting instinct...... You impress me......"

As he spoke, he turned and walked in the direction of Ulez and Gavira. "How many years has it been since I saw an opponent like you? ten years, or twenty years? a long, long time......"

The Wood Elf hugged Ulez's body tightly and raised a dagger across her side, her eyes full of mortal certainty. In the distance, Zar grabbed his fingers at the brick cracks and moved forward little by little. "Stop!" he hissed.

Blazej stopped in front of Ulez and Gavila, looking down at the old moon demon with a pale face. "I'm sorry......" he whispered, raising his cutlass into the air.

"Stop!" Zar was still crawling forward, tears almost streaming from his eyes.

At this moment, a chilling sound of breaking the air flew out from the alley next to the market, and several people in the field were stunned and looked up. I saw a round of heavy black light roaring towards Blazei's location.

The dark brown figure immediately flew back, but the black light still caught up with him. When there was a loud bang, there was a brief deafness in Zal's ears, and Blazei stabbed at the black light. After a few whoosh sounds, the black light smashed into the brick-and-stone street, and stood still.

Zar half-propped up, his mouth widened in shock, and he finally saw what the black light was. It turned out to be a giant hammer more than a man high! With the sound of low footsteps, the owner of the weapon also stepped out of the alley, but what caught his eye was a tall and burly ogre.

In the distance, Blazei's scimitar still hung at his side, and he seemed to be observing, as if judging what was going on. Soon, however, more and more footsteps came from all directions, first three or five, then a dozen, just under the increasingly bewildered gazes of Zal and Gavila. Dozens of pitch-black figures slowly walked out of the darkness of the streets and alleys, shoulder to shoulder, gathered together, separated by the open space between Blazei and Zar and the others.

No one spoke, no one spoke, and these strangers who suddenly appeared just silently looked at Blazei, who was armed with a scimitar. Zar saw in them ogres, dwarves, orcs, elves, and more...... Almost all known races, old men with white hair, middle-aged people with fierce faces, young people with vigorous spirits, all kinds of weapons of various shapes and shapes, even some with their bare hands, different styles of armor and clothing, and even some people with no clothes to cover their bodies. Shaped like a beggar.

Finally, Zal's gaze fell on the old moon demon, and he smiled happily when he saw Ulez grinning with blood. For a moment, Zal seemed to understand.

After a long moment, Blazej sighed softly and withdrew his scimitar under his cloak, but before he could speak, another voice came from the side. "Let's. Let's get out of here......" It was Raman who climbed up to Blazei and tugged at his cloak with the trembling palms of his remaining hands. "Old man, bring ...... Take me back, and then, and then we'll find the brothers, and we'll kill all the fools who don't know how to live or die! And that damn trash fish! He, he's ......."

Blazej didn't even bow his head, just indifferently shook off the cloak from Raman's hands. The other party's movements made the knight stunned, and the unfinished words were stuck in his throat, and at this moment, a pale sword light flashed from the hem of the cloak, and scarlet blood mist erupted from the knight's neck.

A short syllable or two squeezed out of Raman's throat, and he pressed the knife on his neck with all his might, looking up at Brazei wrapped in his cloak in a daze, convulsed twice, and collapsed to the ground. When he died, he didn't expect that this "simple" mission would kill him.

"That's it......" Blazej whispered as he looked at the immobile crowd in front of him, and then crossed the crowd with a loud voice. "If you want to know the sad news right away, I can tell you that he won't live long......"

With Blazei's words, a gap was opened in the middle of the crowd in silence. Inside, Zar had already crawled to Ulez, and together with Gavira, he desperately held down the wound of the old moon demon, but no matter how hard he tried, the red blood could not be stopped.

Zal's eyes were fixed on the tall figure, and in the four years on the gimbal, he had never heard that sentence in his heart—I was going to kill him, but today, he heard it, and it was very clear.

"Do you want to kill me?" I know, you want to ......," Blazeyi's voice was soft and slow, "But, it's the pain that is haunting you right now, right?" The darkness under the hood looked at Zhal, "From the pain of losing a friend, I can see that your relationship with him goes far beyond the scope of the mission...... And the pain from your own strength, right? In the face of an invincible opponent, you hate yourself who is extremely weak......"

"Shut up!" Zar roared, as if he had been slashed in the heart.

Blazej nodded. "Yes, now the anger is gone...... These two things are ......indeed very much needed for you," he continued, after a pause, "and then, you want to seek revenge on me, don't you?" he pointed to the corpse of Laman on the ground, "I believe that through him you should be able to find me......"

He said as he slowly stepped back. "You're weak, very weak,......" then glanced around at the crowd in front of him, turned and walked towards the end of the market. "But I can wait, wait for you to get stronger, wait for you to kill me...... Don't let me down, boy......" Soon, Brazei's figure disappeared into the darkness along with his voice.

The battle was over, and Zal, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the old moon demon lying in Gavila's arms, his mouth was full of bitterness, he didn't even know what to say, he just pressed Ulez's wound hard, pressing hard.

The silence of the night filled the old street market again, and the crowd around Ulez bowed their heads.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm ......" An elf looked at the crowd next to him and paused, and changed his words, "We're late......"

"No, not ......at all," Ulez looked up, his gaze swept over one "familiar" face, he remembered these people, these people who had been saved by him. "It's, it's the best gift ever...... Even more important than my life......" he grinned, "let me see that in my life, at least, there is at least one thing to do right......"

"Old ghost, don't say any more!" said Gavira stubbornly, shaking her head desperately.

"Don't, don't be sad, my child...... Don't feel sorry for me...... "The old moon demon raised his palm and wiped it on the eyes of the wood elf, "I said that death is not a punishment for me, but a blessing......" He looked at Gavira with love in his eyes, "Live, my child, take care of yourself, ...... for me"

The wood elf nodded vigorously and suppressed her crying, but the tears in her eyes kept falling like a broken thread, this was her only relative.

"Zal ......" the old moon demon smiled, looking at Zal in front of him.

"I'm here, I'm here!" replied Zar.

The old moon demon nodded, rummaged through the pocket on his chest with difficulty for a while, and finally pinched half of the blood-stained gold coin and handed it over. "You deserve it, boy, you have done everything you can for this task...... "With it, you are worthy of this reward, and the promise you have made......"

"No! no......" Zal bowed his head, trembling, tears streaming down his face.

"Take it!" the old moon demon stuffed the gold coin directly into Zal's hand, "just like you...... As you said, even in the face of a cruel fate, we will always have the right to choose......" He slammed Zal on the shoulder, "I don't know what happened to you, and I don't know what you came to Wind Cliff City for...... But I know you don't belong here......"

He looked directly at Zal like a stern division commander. "Remember, kid...... Never, don't forget your choice!"

"I swear in the name of the gods that I will never forget ......" Zhar's voice was hoarse.

Lao Yue nodded in satisfaction and cast his gaze into the night sky at the zenith, smiling, his eyes full of stars. "You know, I've heard people say that when death comes, you can only see the tide...... The darkness that swelled into himself......" he whispered to himself, calm, "but I will say that they are all wrong...... I saw the snow-white dome of St. Slan...... I saw the fallen leaves fluttering in the resonance square......"

The old man's voice stopped. "I, I see it, the light ......," he said, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Father's !!"

The call of the wood elf could no longer wait for the old man's response, and above the market, dozens of figures surrounded him, bowing and saluting, and under the moonlight, there was silence...... (To be continued.) )

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