Rogge, whose right hand was severed by the necromantic scythe in Britney's hand, screamed and fell to the ground, Catherine, who was protected by him, and Monica, the little flower spirit flying in the air, were stunned, and Britney, who was standing opposite him, was also frightened by the blood splashing all over the ground and threw away the sickle in her hand. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

I saw a flash of red light, the little owl Lilith turned into a little Lori in the red light, grabbed the necromantic scythe on the ground and slashed at Britney with a loud shout, Britney, who was already scared stupid, watched the sickle slash at herself, only to hear a cry coming from behind Lilith.

"Stop, little villain, put the knife down!"

Rogge's shout caused the sickle to stop in mid-air, and Lilith's resentful little face slowly turned to Rogge, only to see him gritting his teeth and enduring the sharp pain of his broken wrist, and said in a trembling voice: "Put down the knife, little villain, bring me my hand!"

Lilith clenched the necromantic scythe in her hand, hesitantly glanced back at the pale Britney, heard Rogge's urging behind her, she gritted her teeth and threw the scythe on the ground, turned around and ran to Rogge to pick up the hand that had fallen in a pool of blood.

She hurriedly tore up the black leather gloves wrapped in her hands, put the blood-stained hand on Rogge's broken wrist, and Rogge, who was in a cold sweat, looked down at her flustered appearance, touched her head with her other hand and said, "What are you doing? Little fool, what the hell is the palm outward?"

Lilith looked up at him, looked down at her hand that was connected to the wound, and couldn't help but raise her head anxiously and cry to Rogge: "People are in a hurry, what should I do, what should I do?"

"Little fool, let me do it myself. Rog touched her crying little face, calmly took his severed hand from her hand, and joined the broken bones together, Monica immediately stepped forward to wrap the wound on her wrist with healing leaves, and then asked Rog to take the medicine that accelerated healing.

"Okay, it's okay, I'll be back soon. Rogge calmly smiled at Lilith and Catherine, who were crying, Catherine wiped the cold sweat on his face with a trembling hand, and sobbed apologetically, "I'm sorry, it's all my ......."

"Silly girl. Rog took her in his arms, and was about to say a few words of comfort, when he heard a loud noise, and he looked up to follow the voice, only to see that Britney's figure had disappeared, and behind where Britney had just stood, a large hole had been broken in the wall of the treehouse.

"Little villain, what have you done?" Rogge turned to Lilith in surprise, the red light in Little Lori's eyes had just dissipated, she glanced coldly at the hole in the tree house, and turned back to Rogge angrily and said, "I will never let go of the people who hurt you, I will make them repay a hundred times!"

Rogge struggled to get up from the ground in a hurry and helplessly, and hurried to the hole in the wall to look down, the treehouse was more than ten meters high from the ground, and Britney could no longer be seen from where he was, only a few broken branches stretching out of their jagged fractures.

"Monica, go down and see, we can't let Britney die, this is a complete misunderstanding. Rog turned back to Little Flower Spirit and said that Monica flew out of the hole in the wall with a bang and fell to the ground to find Britney.

In the treehouse, Rog glanced back at the Harpy, walked to the table with a slight groan, and said to her, "Sorry, Witch, we didn't want to cause you such trouble, this is a secret that should not be revealed, and we wanted it to be sealed forever." ”

"You don't have to explain it to me," said the Harpy Witch, with a meaningful sigh, looking at him and Catherine, who was still sitting on the ground tormented by fright and guilt, and said to Rogge with a solemn expression, "get out of here, and I'll take care of the rest, remember, don't mention me to anyone." ”

Roger agreed and stepped forward to help Catherine and called Lori out of the house together, when Monica, the little flower spirit, flew up from under the tree, but she didn't find Britney, only saw some branches that fell to the ground after being broken.

"Looks like she's gone," said Rog, standing on the edge of the treehouse's platform looking out over the dense dark jungle, and bowed his head to Catherine, "forget all this, Catherine, and don't let self-blame and guilt torment you anymore." ”

"Maybe Britney will hate us for the rest of her life, but maybe we'll all die under the gates of the Shadow Keep before she finds us to avenge Murphy, and all love and hate will wait until we come back alive. ”

Catherine looked up at Rogge with her sad eyes, Rogge's determined gaze gave a hint of strength to her struggling heart, she couldn't help but squeeze Rogge's hand, glanced at his right hand, and asked with concern, "How is your hand?"

Rogge raised his right hand and tried to move his fingers, a few fingers shook to varying degrees, Rogge shrugged his shoulders and smiled: "It seems that it will take some time to recover, I have to give this hand a vacation, I hope it can return to work smoothly before we find William or usher in new trouble." ”

Catherine nodded worriedly, only to see Rogge squatting down beside little Lori, touching the head of Lilith who was depressed with her head with her left hand and said, "Little villain, are you still angry?

Little Lori glanced up at him and said to Rogge apologetically: "I'm sorry, bad wolf, it's because I'm too slow to react, if I had reacted earlier and fixed that bad woman with a fixed beam, your hand wouldn't have hurt." ”

Rogge smiled softly and put his face close to her, rubbed her sideburns against each other and smiled: "Don't be like this, you are not a prophet, how can you know that kind of thing? If you can really predict the future, then the trouble will be even greater, and all the delicious food in this world will be targeted and stolen by you." ”

"I won't steal good food, I'll keep the money!" Little Lori retorted seriously.

"Ah, I really don't know if taking something without the owner's consent and leaving it behind is not stealing under the Imperial Code. Rogge scratched his cheek with his fingers, tilted his head and thought for a moment, and said, "Why don't we go back to the Grand Master and the High Priest now, and ask how they are?"

Little Lori nodded in agreement, Rogge touched her head, and asked her to shrink her back and put herself and Catherine on her back, and the little owl carried the two of them and Little Flower Spirit to fly towards the place where the two regiments of the empire were camped.

......

The sky gradually darkened, and the shadows of the night shrouded in the dense forests of the dark hills that had never seen the light of day, and in the jungle where the five fingers could not be seen, the strange old trees put on all kinds of hideous postures, and from time to time the ghost fire that floated out from the tree hole, like the ghostly eyes under the night, cunningly searching for the traces of the lonely traveler.

A tired body collapsed beside a large tree, the blue velvet robe clinging to the black bark, and the owner of the robe lowered her head weakly, sitting motionless for a long time, like a long-dead corpse.

After a long silence, a desolate sobbing and whimpering came from her throat, and her head leaned against the trunk of the tree, and if a cold moonlight fell from the sky at this moment, Britney's pale and bloodless tear-stained face could be seen, and infinite despair was hidden between her brows.

The darkness gathered from all sides to the lonely crying girl, and the jungle without a trace of wind made Britney feel an unbearable cold, she curled up her legs, folded her arms around her knees, buried her face in her arms and sobbed, but at last she could no longer bear the sadness and fear in her heart, and began to cry.

The night listened silently to her crying, like a ghostless ghost, twisting the desolate cry so that it sounded like a mocking laugh at one moment, a sneer of contempt at another, and the sound echoed in her ears made Britney keep burying her head lower, hoping to escape from them.

She thought of Murphy's voice and smile in her heart, remembered his care and love for herself, how many times he had resolved the embarrassment for her clumsiness, how many times he had resisted ridicule and ridicule for her, how many times he had shouldered the punishment that should have been borne by her, and his gentle smile would always give her comfort and strength when she was most panicked.

"Bruce, where are you? where are you now, Britney needs you, I need you......" Britney curled up under the tree and cried, her voice echoing through the endless darkness of the jungle, looking sad and powerless.

No one answered her, and the voice she had hoped for, the hand, and the smiling face, which existed only in her memories, had all vanished after she had shouted it, and she curled up like a cold hedgehog, feeling like she was about to die in cold and sorrow.

"What shall I do, tell me, brother?" she muttered as she leaned feebly against the trunk of the tree, and in a faint voice that even she could not hear, "what shall I do for you? Shall I go for revenge? or shall I just go home with the news of your death?"

Gradually, her consciousness fell into a blur, the cold and despair completely overwhelmed her, and she lay cold in the dark and silent jungle, losing the last trace of consciousness, like a corpse that would never wake up again.

But after some time, she finally woke up, a warmth woke her up, Britney looked up blankly, and found herself in a beautifully furnished study, the warmth of the roaring fire in front of the fireplace that comforted her cold-soaked body and mind.

"Could it be that I've been at home all this time, and that it's all a dream?" Britney looked at the room she was in in disbelief, and after a brief observation, she was sure that this was not her home, which made her fall into trepidation and uneasiness.

At this moment, the door of the study suddenly opened, and a man in a black robe walked in from the outside, his head wrapped under the hood of the robe, and the shadow obscured his face.

"Don't be afraid, child," said the black-robed man, who stopped five paces away from Britney, stretched out a hand to her and said in a hoarse voice, "I will not hurt you, on the contrary, I am your friend, and this place is like your home, rest at ease, tell me the pain you have endured, and I will help you like a family member, and punish those who have given you pain." ”

"Why am I here?" Britney saw that the other party seemed to have no malicious intent, and couldn't help but look around nervously and asked, "What is this place? Who are you?"

"My men found you, and they rescued you. The black-robed man sat down on another sofa next to him, poured out a pot of warm drinks from the coffee table in front of the fireplace and pushed it in front of her: "Take a sip, it will warm up your cold body." ”

Britney looked down at the drink, hesitated slightly, and felt that if the other party really wanted to harm herself, then she had already done it just now, so she picked up the cup and drank the drink in the cup, a hint of sweetness accompanied by a warm feeling suddenly warmed the cold heart.

"Thank you, you haven't told me what the hell this is, and who are you?" Britney said gratefully, putting down her glass.

The black-robed man let out a kind laugh and replied unhurriedly, "This is the Shadow Fortress, and I am the master here, and my name is William." ”