When Sovereign and his party returned to Texcut, night had just fallen on the "first city" of the Kujitan people. Although the terrifying explosion in Taittingchi wiped out a city completely, it did little real harm.

Of course, for those immortal "monsters", the word damage has long been forgotten to the point of nowhere. Even for Saveland and the others, it was only Thomas who lost a lens, and Paislin was slightly bruised, which was really nothing compared to the apocalyptic scene......

Under Berosio's command, the Thorn Force mercenaries soon set up a hill-like bonfire in the city square, and placed a large stone basin large enough to fit a cow next to it, filled with water. The execution of this group of slackers surprised even Belosio, who was the head of the regiment, well, in fact, he himself was the same.

As the night grew darker, the fog in the swamp grew silently, the campfire was lit, and everything seemed to beat. Waves of blazing air squeaked and crackled against the stacked branches, and crimson golden flames writhed wildly, rolling up clouds of smoke, sparks, and burning leaves, pushing them into the air and lighting up the darkness around them.

The stone basin was surrounded by a crowd of pilgrims, their expressions extremely serious, and their eyes were firmly fixed on a young figure with anxious and somewhat expectant eyes. Suo Weilan took out the Destiny Fragment from his arms, and lightly scratched it on his arm, and the cold feeling that instantly invaded his skin was fleeting, and with a slight force, a wisp of blood flashing with a deep luster, reflecting the firelight and falling to the clear water in the basin.

A crisp sound poured into everyone's ears, and they never imagined that this simple voice could be so beautiful. The calm water overflowed with undulating ripples of light and shadow, and the blood rolled and hung in the water like smoke, fading more and more, and finally disappearing.

Sovereign turned to look at Berosio. "Is that enough?" he asked hesitantly, "I'm not sure ......"

The King of Mercenaries laughed dryly, he didn't know if it was enough, but he had his own way. "It's simple, don't you know if you try it?!"

As he spoke, Berosio picked up a stone bowl and stirred it twice in the water, and the mercenaries' eyes slowly moved with the stone bowl, and even Sovereign and Tandra and the others unconsciously showed nervousness, as if the bowl was not filled with water, but with life-giving puree.

The King of Mercenaries smiled bitterly, then raised his hand and drank it all. "Damn, I didn't think I'd drink human blood one day......"

"Regiment, regimental commander......" Ugov asked cautiously beside him, "does it work?......

Berohio glared back at him. "Do you think you're drinking water, how can you ...... so quickly" Before he could finish speaking, a shock from his chest made his whole body tremble, as if he was being pulled by a powerful force, and Berosio pressed his chest in pain, trembling and bent down.

The unknown crowd exclaimed, not knowing what was happening. "Regiment, Commander, are you alright?!" Thule asked aloud.

The palms of Berosio's hands clutching the edge of the stone basin were covered with hideous green tendons, and the exposed upper body suddenly swelled with thick veins, and what was even more terrifying was that something seemed to flow inside, pushing out round protrusions one after another. Suddenly, the huddled mercenary king seemed to be straightened in an instant, and a thick gray gas with a sharp roar erupted from his mouth as he looked up to the sky.

The gray gas seemed to have life, hovering and intertwining in mid-air, gathering smaller and smaller, and finally shattering into black lines with a "bang", hidden in the thick of the night. Everyone was stunned by the horrific sight before them, and Berosio fell to the ground as if he had been hollowed out.

"Commander!" the mercenaries roared and rushed to Berosio, for whom the inability to lift the curse was not the most terrible thing, the most terrible thing was the loss of their leader.

"See,...... Is this killing me!" Belogio's weak voice stopped the mercenaries, and he struggled to get up from the ground, leaning against the stone basin to support his body, sweat all over his body making him look like a chicken in a soup that had been drenched in a heavy rain.

Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Soveran stared at the king of mercenaries suspiciously, as if there was something wrong. "Wait...... Is that your sweat?......" he asked suddenly, "how can you have it, sweat?!"

Everyone was stunned at the same time, and as if he had thought of something, Belosio suddenly wiped it on his face, and a strong salty taste rushed into his mouth, and he had even forgotten the last time he tasted it. He drew his dagger and slashed heavily on his arm, and the pain that hit him instantly made his face show irrepressible ecstasy, and even his body trembled. "This ...... This ...... "The king of mercenaries squeezed staccato syllables out of his throat.

In the eyes of everyone, a blinding crimson slowly flowed out of the wound. "Blood! It's blood!" I don't know who suddenly roared, and the voice was actually with an excited trill.

The next moment, a huge cheer erupted from the ruins of the night, and the mercenaries were so carried away that they yelled and hugged each other, and some of them even sat down on the ground, grinning and crying without sound or even tears, they had waited for this day for too long, too long.

Tandra and the others glanced at each other, and it was only at this moment that they completely relaxed. After all, if Essaouiran's blood hadn't had the same effect as prophesied on the slate, they didn't even know how this dangerous swamp trip would end.

Looking at Berosio, who was still in a daze, Soviran smiled silently. "Perhaps, that's for the best......" he thought to himself.

Berohio took a deep breath and finally spat out a sentence in its entirety: "It's a good feeling to be alive......"

At this moment, the Destiny Shard in Soveland's hand suddenly broke free from his palm, and after bringing a brilliant trail in the night sky, it flew above the square. In the astonished gaze of everyone, the Destiny Fragment rotated brighter and brighter, as if pulling out golden bands of light, and finally flashed violently, disappearing in a distortion that appeared in an instant.

......

In the early morning, a group of pitch-black figures gradually appeared on the wall of mist that enveloped the Death Mist Swamp, and this team was very large, the size of seventy or eighty people. At the forefront was a man with his shirt exposed, as well as several travelers of great ages.

After settling the curse of Belosio and his men, there was no longer any need for Sovereign and his party to remain in the Dead Mist Swamp, so they briefly discussed their itinerary and planned to leave early the next morning.

As for the vanished Destiny Shard, I'm afraid no one can give a credible answer. Finally, in Soveland's whispers, everyone tacitly revealed the matter. "That holy relic, not something that mortals can have. ”

Outside the wall of mist, the rising sun shines through the cracks in the hills, sprinkling orange light on the rough earth, gilding the verdant that has emerged from the earth with a beautiful bright edge. Belosio tapped his horse's belly and walked slowly into the light in front of him, and although it was a little dazzling, he still stubbornly stared at the magnificent sun and stretched out his palm forward.

His hands kneaded gently in the air, as if caressing the warm sun, the fresh air, and the rain and dew that moistened everything, and he smiled, smiling like a child.

Sovereign and the others broke out of the group and walked across from the mercenary king. "Are you feeling okay?" Tandra asked softly.

"You know, my old fellow, I've never been so grateful for the beauty of life as I am today......" Berohio was a little blinded by the sun, "thank God, it's a great feeling!" he said with a smile, "but yesterday's dinner was so unpalatable that I can't imagine how you swallowed those greasy, tasteless pieces of meat......"

Tulle, who was behind, scratched his head a little embarrassedly when he heard the words of his regiment leader.

"My friend, it's better to eat than to be hungry. Tandra smiled and shook her head.

Berosio looked at Sawiran and the others until he spotted the figure he was interested in. "Little one......? Thomas, isn't it?" he said, "How's that? I sincerely invite you to join the Thorn Force Mercenary Regiment once again! Believe me, I will not treat you badly!"

Thomas was stunned, like a frightened animal, and immediately took two steps back. "I ...... I...... I'm going to find my way!" He rushed forward as if he were running for his life with Kuhl beside him, and a hearty laugh erupted behind him, as well as the heckling whistles of the mercenaries.

"This guy ......," Paislin said with a smile and shook her head, glancing at old Sean.

"For the sake of the Lord God, am I that terrible?!" Belosio grumbled dissatisfiedly, and then unsheathed a long sword from his saddle and threw it to Soveland, "I heard that your weapon was lost? ”

"Thank you!" said Soveland, holding out his hand. In fact, just by the feeling of starting his hand, Soveran knew that Berosio was too modest, although this long sword was not as good as the one sent by Mirza, it was not too far behind, and it was even stronger than ordinary road goods.

"It's us who say thank you!" Belosio replied with a smile, and then said to Solweran with an extremely solemn expression, "In my capacity as the leader of the Thorn Force Mercenary Regiment, I would like to express my sincerest gratitude to you on behalf of myself and all my men. As he spoke, he bowed, "We owe you a favor." ”

Sovereign was stunned for a moment, and wanted to say a few words politely, but it suddenly occurred to him that the last thing this unruly mercenary king needed was hypocritical politeness. "I've just done everything I can, to be able to free my companions, to be able to help you, and I'm so happy. He said sincerely, "May the light of the Lord God always protect you, king of mercenaries of Orem, forever." ”

Berosio smiled and nodded. "From here to the west, over the hills ahead, it won't be long before you enter the Western Province," his gaze crossed the faces of Sovereign and the others, "Finally, good luck to you......

Bowing in return, Sovereign turned his horse's head, took one last look at the figure that exuded wild charm, and then rushed to the morning sun ahead with his companion beside him.

"Tandra!" Belosio shouted from behind.

Tandra stopped his horse and looked back, only to see Berosio coming up to him, and once again confronted each other, but it was no longer a fight for his life. "That little one, that's good...... he said, looking at Soveland's back, "If you need help, it shouldn't be hard for you to find me!" he patted the reverse horn sword hanging from his waist.

Tandra was stunned for a moment, but quickly understood what it meant. "Thank you, my old friend......" His eyes flashed with gratitude, and he turned back to the group in front of him. The mercenary kings of Orem have returned with his thorny force, but they are not destined to declare their rebirth in a peaceful manner.