Hearing Miro's order, the two knights hurriedly chased after Bruno with a chain hammer.

Bruno anxiously hugged Ronald, intending to make peace with the mage, but after running a few steps, Ronald in his arms suddenly struggled.

"I'm fine. ”

His tone was cold: "Let me go." ”

The pain that had just made Ronald unbearable was finally alleviated a lot under his strong restraint.

The enemy is right in front of me, how can I be defeated by myself!

His heart became as firm as ice. On his body, there was a fierce killing intent, just like substance.

Bruno, who was running with his feet, also felt the cold killing intent emanating from Ronald. After knowing that Ronald was fine, he couldn't help but feel relieved and quickly put him down.

As soon as Ronald's foot touched the ground, he let out a chill, held the broken sword in his hand, and ran towards the angry viscount.

Bruno cursed in his heart and hurriedly followed.

accidentally saw the young man rushing forward quickly, Miro, who was shouting, was suddenly frightened into a cold sweat by the fierce killing intent emanating from Ronald's eyes.

The viscount, who had been shouting for pursuit just now, quickly shrank back a few steps. He looked down at the silver ring, which was no longer valid, and his throat grunted.

The priest stepped forward with a scepter in hand and protected him behind him.

Seeing the priest in front of him to protect himself, Miro breathed a sigh of relief, he turned around and kicked the groom who was trembling behind him: "What are you doing here, quickly pick up the weapon and give it to me!"

Hearing such shameless words, the priest who stood in front of the viscount couldn't help frowning. But soon, he focused his attention on the enemy on the opposite side.

Blessed with the power of the brute bear and the sensitivity of the spotted leopard, Maximinu is fully confident in facing any level 8 warrior, not to mention the double shield on his body. As a combat priest, while practicing doctrine, he has been training in combat skills since he was a child. In terms of melee skills alone, Maximinu is also full of self-confidence.

Faced with the approaching enemy, he calmly watched the enemy's ankle to judge the direction of the black-haired youth's attack. At the same time, Maxim took a half-step forward and stretched forward with his left hand, his right hand grasping the scepter diagonally downward, ready to swing his weapon at any moment.

Rushing all the way to Ronald, he swept his backhand and slashed at the priest's throat.

Bite!

The scepter slammed into the blue half-moon that came in front of it, knocking a gap in the rusty sword in Ronald's hand.

With a missed shot, Ronald quickly jumped sideways.

The enemy did not have the upper hand, so why was he so eager to dodge? But a beam of magic arrows followed him, and he was stunned. In the face of the bright white magic arrow as thick as an arm, he didn't even dodge, and let it smash on himself.

Is the mage on the other side an idiot?

Bang!

A frantic gust of wind swirled, but only stirred the bangs on the priest's forehead. Under the protection of the double shield, the magic arrow was completely annihilated by the priest's magic.

He tried to pursue Ronald, but found Bruno's attack following him. Seeing that the enemy was so well coordinated, the priest's expression suddenly sank, and a dazzling glow suddenly flashed from his scepter, burning Bruno's eyes to the sting.

Bruno, whose eyes were full of tears, rolled in a hurry, squinting his eyes, trying to find his way, and then ran to the mage in a panic.

Coward!

The priest snorted coldly and chased forward unhurriedly.

Whoosh.

Two bolts of magic arrows in quick succession stopped the knights from trying to cooperate with the flanking attack.

Yes!

Suddenly there was a scream behind him.

Hearing Viscount Miro's screams, the priest couldn't help but secretly scream at the trough cake, blaming himself for being too careless.

I actually ignored that brunette!

But at the moment, he was too late to rescue. Without a soldier escort and no talisman ring to protect Viscount Miro, at best he can only be regarded as an ordinary swordsman of the "wood chopping level". As a magic swordsman with the power to cut rocks, Ronald naturally had an easy time dealing with him.

Ronald, who rushed to Miro's side, just cut off the head of this dumb viscount with just a simple sword. Before the blood could rush out, the sound of ice crystals freezing sounded in his neck.

Click.

The cold ice finally couldn't suppress the constant upsurge of blood, and a crack opened.

Burst!

The half-meter-high pillar of blood suddenly gushed out, throwing the frightened head into the air.

Ronald was quick to grasp the supple golden wavy curl and picked up the frozen skull. He didn't look at the enemy behind him, and immediately started to scurry in twos, and ran desperately into the distance. And the mages, after provoking a large fireball, quickly retreated from the mound.

Looking at the body that had lost its head, Maxinu sighed heavily, but for some reason, his heart was a little happy.

"Stop chasing. He drank the two panicked family knights: "Even if you catch up, you will be sent to death." ”

The big man with the hammer said blankly: "Then, what should I do then?"

Seeing his dazed look, the priest frowned in disgust. Is this still the appearance of a knight of guards? If there is a master, there must be a servant!" His tone could not help but rise an octave: "Go back and report to the Earl!"

"Yes, yes. ”

The two knights saluted in a panic, then turned on their horses and galloped in the direction of the castle.

Glancing at the coachman who was still cowering in the corner, the priest sighed slightly: "Don't shrink up there, follow me back to the castle to inform the guard." With that, he scooped up the Viscount's body and put it on the carriage.

After making a big circle at a distance, Ronald ran back to the small mound. He searched around, but found no shadow of the mage. Just when he was a little impatient, there was finally a rustling sound in the birch forest not far away.

Seeing those two familiar figures, Ronald was relieved and immediately walked over quickly. As soon as he walked up to them, Ronald felt his shoulders sink.

Bruno grimaced and slapped Ronald hard: "You kid, what happened just now? scared me half to death?"

"What was that purification technique just now?" Ronald asked rhetorically, "Don't you think it's very similar to the situation I described before the amnesia?"

The mage frowned slightly, and he took out the notebook that was used for recording at that time, and looked at it seriously with a thoughtful expression.

Seeing that the mage was so attentive, Ronald suddenly laughed: "Don't worry about it yet!" He raised the head in his hand and raised his eyebrows with joy: "Look!" He walked around in place excitedly, his lips trembling fiercely: "Finally revenge, finally revenge!"

The mage and Bruno looked at each other, then stood quietly to the side, leaving the ecstatic black-haired young man to talk to himself.

After muttering to himself for a while, Ronald suddenly crouched down, placed the head on the ground, and quickly lowered his tone: "Please forgive me, Uncle Faral. It's been so long to get revenge on you......"

There was a flash of determination in his eyes, and Ronald suddenly raised the rusty broken sword in his hand and plunged straight down at the head.

Burst!

Viscount Miro's skull was pierced alive by the force of Ronald's stabbing until it was stalkless, and it was tightly nailed into the mud. The handsome face of the original viscount was suddenly made ugly under the stab with all his strength.

A pool of red and white flowed out, and the green grass invaded and stenched.

Ronald didn't seem to notice it, he just glared angrily at the ugly head. Two lines of clear tears, silently down the corners of their eyes, watered the grass to the ground.

Bruno was a little worried about his companion, and he gently tugged at the corner of the mage's coat and bowed his mouth at Ronald.

But.

The mage shook his head slightly, and used his eyes to stop Bruno's intention to go up to comfort him. Bruno's eyelids sank, and after thinking about it, he followed the mage's advice and chose to stand quietly aside.

Spring is bright, and the sky is blue. A few delphiniums hovered in the birch forest, bringing out a beautiful silhouette. The chickadees in the woods were chattering curiously, trolling with the rights and wrongs of the black-haired young man below.

With mixed thoughts, Ronald finally came back to his senses.

Call.

He looked up at the bright blue sky and took a deep breath.

"Uncle Falar, may you rest in peace. He whispered to himself, "Please bless me, and I will live well." Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, he suddenly turned his head to look at the mages: "Thank you!"

Neither of them answered, but just looked at the increasingly mature young man earnestly.

Ronald burst into laughter.

Unlike his previous smiles, this time, he smiled brightly, which made the mages feel unusually happy.

"Thank you!" he smiled and bowed, "It's good to know you!"

Hearing Ronald's genuine gratitude, Bruno acted like a child, scratching the back of his head and laughing silly. The corners of the mage's mouth also swept a slight arc, and he slowly walked to Ronald's side and patted Ronald lightly on the shoulder.

All.

Needless to say.

The blonde suddenly remembered that he had bought several bottles of rum in Hongfeng Village. I originally thought it would be used as a disinfectant, but forget it...... He hurriedly took out two bottles and threw one to Ronald: "Come on?"

After taking it steadily, Ronald took a big gulp, and the heat in his throat reminded him of the time he had with Uncle Farlar in the tavern.

"Ahem. ”

After taking another big sip, he suddenly couldn't help but hum, which was a part that Uncle Hal often sang when he was drinking in the tavern.

He didn't know why he wanted to sing, but he just wanted to sing it to the mages now. He mixed that heart with his singing and conveyed it to his friends.

"Let me toast my wine and thank my friends for being by my side. In the adventure, you and I are chasing hope. The sword accompanies me to sleep, and companionship is a safe haven. Singing, the ends of the earth are at my disposal. What about the long distance, what are you afraid of difficulties and setbacks, let us drink wine and sing together. ”

Singing and singing, he held the bottle high and gestured to Bruno. Grunt, Ronald took another big gulp.

"Hahaha!" Seeing Ronald's refreshing expression, the doctor laughed wantonly and took a big sip.

Even the mage, who never drank alcohol, snatched the bottle from the blonde and gulped it down. "Ahem, ahem. He choked on the heat of the mouth and coughed.

Seeing the mage lose his temper like this, Ronald and Bruno couldn't help but smile at each other.

Together, the two of them put their arms around their shoulders and sang loudly: "Let's raise the wine and sing it together." ”

He drank happily like this, and finally he slept peacefully with a strong sense of wine.