An icy cold glow flickered on the tip of the serpentine sword, and Dennis in the distance witnessed what was happening in front of him, gritting his teeth, his eyes spurting with rage, and the grass in his palm had been torn and crumbled. He saw Soveland, who was being held by the Assassin's hair, tilting his head slightly, his lips open and closed, repeating a silent word.

The very simple meaning of "run...... running" was repeated in Solveland's mouth, but Dennis trembled and could not utter a word or make a single movement.

"Naive friendship! Am I going to cheer for you? The Assassin licked his lips and smiled, but without mercy, "Die!" as he spoke, stabbing his sword into Sovereign's neck.

Suddenly, a flock of birds arose in the silence of the woods, and they scattered in all directions, as if frightened by something, and must leave the branches where they roost at once.

If the cold murderous aura could be twisted into a cluster of arrows like substance, then the assassin who held the life and death of Solveland in his hands felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows at this time, as if his whole body had been splashed with a basin of ice water. In an instant, he let go of his palm, took a few steps back with a speed that was too fast to be faster, and then jumped backwards with his back.

Just then, a pair of black arms suddenly reached out of the dirt, grabbed the assassin's ankles, and pulled him back to the ground.

"This is?!" For the first time, the tall, thin figure who had been calm and leisurely showed a tone of panic and fear, not only him, but also Sovereign and Dennis in the middle of it, with shocked expressions, staring at the strange scene that happened in front of them.

"Whoosh......"

Immediately, a black spear shot straight out of the forest, like a flash of black lightning piercing the air, and with a stirring wind swept over Solveland's head and stabbed the assassin in the chest.

"Damn!" the Assassin roared, trying to break free of those arms but unable to do so. Eventually, he bared his fangs and staggered his fists and swords in front of him to meet the judgment of fate in the next moment.

There was a "dang" sound, and the shattering fist sword left shards of steel in the air, and the silver spearhead smashed the assassin's leather armor into his chest. The tremendous momentum even lifted his body backwards, leaving blooming blood flowers in the air, until the spear pinned him like rags to the tree in the middle of the clearing, and stopped his flight.

The body of the great tree vibrate, and the seeds scattered from the branches and leaves shimmered with milky white soft light, like beautiful star sand, dotted on the glade, and everything returned to tranquility, or dead silence, only the vulture-shaking spear tail was still whispering about what had just happened between the electric light and flint.

"A lowly ant dares to touch the realm of the Lord God...... "An empty, cold, almost nihilistic voice sounded in the forest, and the voice had no trace of emotion, as if the other party was not even qualified to be ridiculed and despised.

"Ahem......" The blood spurting from the assassin's mouth stained the verdant beneath his feet, and he opened his mouth wide as if to vent the sharp pain in his chest, and reached out to grasp the pitch-black spear, he felt the power transmitted from above, but it was too late. "You...... Who the hell are you......?"

"You are not qualified to know my name, and your master, nor is it. ”

"Hahaha......" the assassin laughed maniacally, his crazy expression, his pale face and splattered blood forming an image that looked like an evil spirit in the world. Slowly, black veins snaking upwards appeared on his cheeks, eventually converging into a black diamond-shaped ornament on his forehead. "Arrogant fellow! The master will punish your ignorance with your blood......"

"Shut up," the voice said, "in your words, take another look at this beautiful world, one last time." ”

"You ......"

The uncontrolled spear stabbed forward, sending several bloody arrows erupting from the assassin's chest, clogging his unfinished words in his throat. He struggled to reach forward with his arms as if trying to grasp something, but soon, he fell abruptly.

The battle started and ended because of him, but the end was not as he thought. Life left his body, but the white eyeball spontaneously jumped out of the assassin's socket, floating in the air, as if looking around at its surroundings. Then, in a puff of white smoke, it disappeared without a trace, and in that place, a drop of blood fell to the earth.

"Elieu's True Eye, an unexpected gain...... the voice whispered, getting farther and farther away, as if retreating into the darkness of the woods.

"Who are you?!" Dennis shouted, but all he answered was an empty echo.

Slamming the ground hard, Dennis struggled towards Sovereign. "How are you, for the sake of the Lord God, say something before you die!"

"Ahem...... "Ahem Soveland, who was lying on his back, coughed violently, then waved his hand, "Hell...... Can't you just say something nice?"

"Haha, it's good that you're not dead!" Dennis' expression was a little excited, and then he teased: "If you die, tomorrow will be big news!"

Sovereign was silent, on the one hand, he was indeed physically injured, and on the other hand, he was really a little heartfelt speechless for the companion he met halfway.

Soon, Dennis moved to Soveland's side, and the two of them helped each other to retreat to the tree next to the clearing and sat down. Rest, this is what Essaouiran needs most at the moment.

"Are your injuries serious?" Dennis asked.

Sovereign ripped off his tattered leather armor, and the stinging pain from all over his body made him break out in a cold sweat. "The skin wounds on the limbs are not a big deal," he said after a little examination, "the chest is a little more serious, and it is not a big problem to continue on the road, if you still meet such a fellow," he pointed to the assassin nailed to the tree in the distance, "I'm afraid you don't have to resist, just lead to death." ”

Dennis scratched his scalp in some annoyance. "One more, with the Lord God above, our luck won't be so bad!"

Sovereign stared at the figure, his gaze a little distracted. "They are ?......" he said only halfway and did not continue, "Forget it, you don't know much more than I do." ”

"One kills you, the other saves you, it's as simple as that. Dennis said relaxedly, leaning against the tree.

Sovereign shook his head. "It's not that simple. ”

This time Dennis didn't speak, and the two of them sat there in silence, with no idea in front of them, and they couldn't even speak. Clues in tree holes, legendary fountains of youth, sudden assassins, and even more mysterious helpers.

I don't know when the whole trial of order began, and it slowly became foggy, and it developed more and more in an uncontrolled direction. And these two partners on the journey seemed to be attracted by the whirlpool under their feet, sinking deeper and deeper, and there was no glimmer of hope in sight.

The silence lasted for a long time, until Dennis said to himself, "At this moment, even if you choose to wait here until the end of the trial and we are teleported, I will not hold the slightest ridicule of you. He paused, "You've done enough for me and for trials, and you've earned my respect, my friend." ”

Sovereign looked at his companion beside him in a daze, he never thought that Dennis would say such a thing to himself. "Hell, I was so touched by your nonsense, haha!" he smiled and nudged Dennis, then turned his gaze to the night sky, "Legend has it that the easternmost part of this continent, further east than the Aranok City of the Rocokans, is the son of the god of war Waldrak, the home of the Erics. ”

Dennis nodded. "I know this, there is their story in the Chronicles of Elolin," he picked up a stone and threw it aimlessly, "they are war machines in their purest form, the proudest warriors, without mercy or back-down. They are painted with mysterious patterns, like a howling mountain wind violently stepping over the corpses of invaders, forever guarding the land left behind by their ancestors. ”

"Yes, they are," said Sovereign softly, "Uncle Sirian once told me their aphorism, 'Glory to die in battle.'" He looked back at Dennis, "This forest is my battlefield, and if I die here, it's just fate." ”

Dennis smiled, struggling to his feet, but was held back by Sovereign. "What are you doing?"

"I'm talking about my choice, it seems that it has nothing to do with you! If the crown prince dies, will he take the only son of a duke?" said Soveland.

"For the sake of the Lord God, why don't you die immediately!" Dennis said angrily, "Don't think that only you Kunderbach know what courage is!

"This, you need to verify it......" Soveran spread his hands.

"Get up, don't waste any time here!" Dennis grumbled, "If it weren't for the leg injury, I'd have duel you right now!No! If I get out alive, I'll ask my sister to hack you to death!"

"Okay, okay, can you not involve Evelyn?......"

"Shut up, can you call my sister's name?"

“......”

Amid the laughter and curses of the two men, they stood up and staggered towards the other end of the clearing, in the direction of the moon on the canopy. The corpse of the Assassin was still pinned to the tree, and as they passed underneath the tree, Dennis tentatively reached out to touch the spear lying in the air, but immediately retracted his hand as if it had been burned. "Power...... I could feel the power left on it. He said.

"They're all strong," Sovereign said, looking at the cold corpse, the assassin who was about to end his life a moment ago, but died on the spot, "If his force is still within the range of ordinary people, that fellow in the forest is far beyond the limits of what we can predict." ”

Dennis nodded. "I'm afraid that the only warriors in the kingdom who can reach this level are Lord Sirian, Lord Upplan, and Lord Bazel Monro, Duke of Black Rock. He paused and continued, "Even Lord Tandra, it's a little worse. ”

Sauveray said no more, he stroked Dennis's arm on his shoulder, as if he had found his way, and took a firm step back into the forest.