There's a knife in front of me, and a multiple-choice question.

The knife is three feet nine inches long, the straight blade has no stool, the handle has been worn to the point that the original material can not be seen, and there is no slightest decoration on the pure black leather sheath, but there is a faint blood light that seems to want to penetrate the body.

Now, the sword is in the hands of a legendary warrior whose backs stand the most powerful empire on the continent.

Carter Roman's insistence locked on Allegri with a murderous aura that tried to force him to make the most reasonable choice.

In the face of such tremendous pressure, all the complicated thoughts and ideas must be conceded to fundamental interests. Cartroman's resolute gesture is to make the other party understand that he must not joke with his life and the survival of the entire river valley for some stupid reason.

"I counted to three. Katroman spoke again, less than ten steps away from Allegri, the perfect position to strike.

To let, or not to let?

Allegri was indeed in the middle of a difficult choice, as he had expected.

He had no sword, no sword, no other weapon. Even the magic that has always relied on is now ineffective.

What can you do to block the other party's progress?

After all, behind him, there are only a few companions, and there is no huge force to support him, but hundreds of thousands of exiled refugees, still waiting for his asylum.

"One. Kateroman stared at Allegri, whose expression was uncertain, and the first number was softly spat out between his lips. Although in fact, King Nacini had really told him not to hurt this old friend, as long as Allegri was left to die, the king would not be harsh on himself.

Facing this "blood-drinking demon knife" that is famous for its evil, the fear in everyone's hearts will involuntarily gush out.

Allegri is no exception.

He could even feel it. His body was trembling with murderous aura, and the rain flowing on his skin was extremely cold, like a slippery snake crawling.

"Two," Carter Roman said with a slight hint of kindness, moving the joints of his fingers, "this situation." You can't go back to heaven, and rushing here can be regarded as the end of your righteousness, and no one will say anything. ”

Yes, take a step back, no one will criticize him, not even Illo and Dios, they will not raise any objections.

He can continue to maintain his friendship with the Snowton Empire, and increase his power by grabbing a steady stream of profits through the Flowing Gold Route. When that time comes, you can ......

Truly and no longer coerced by anyone.

Allegri suddenly looked up, as if he was finally about to make a choice. However, there are many reasons for this, enough to convince one's obsession, but there is no way to let the root-like feet move even a small step.

"Three. Cartroman's tone was bone-chilling, and his right hand lightly covered the hilt. He reminded in a cold voice, "Allegri, in addition to yourself, you should also consider others. ”

"I know," Allegri nodded, his voice low. Instead of answering Carter Roman, he seemed to explain to the two companions beside him, "In the past, Onessa may have done something wrong, but this time. She is innocent. ”

Dios and Illo nodded silently and raised their weapons.

"So what?" said Catroman, his tone indifferent, his slender four fingers gripping the hilt tightly.

"I won't let it. ”

The murderous aura in the sky collapsed violently.

Suddenly, everything in Allegri's vision faded.

First and foremost were the flames spread by the Fire Knights, the demonic fires that were still burning in the pouring rain, suddenly turned gray and dilapidated, and even fell low and extinguished like a gust of wind.

Everything around them, the ruins, the lonely trees, even the dark red blood, became twisted and shattered, like a freshly finished watercolor painting, splashed with the sewage of the pen.

What I saw in front of me was blurry and fragmented, and the sound of the raindrops falling to my ears was thumping on the eardrum, rapid and loud.

No, no, it's not the sound of rain, it's your own nervous heartbeat.

Allegri suddenly reacted, wanted to do something, but his body was extremely stiff, and his every move was extremely difficult.

Then, a blood-colored crescent moon suddenly appeared in front of him.

The arc is narrow and graceful, the color is bright red like blood, it looks enchanting and beautiful, and it makes people feel intoxicated.

However, in such a rainy weather, where does the moon come from?

Allegri was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood.

This...... Is this Carter Roman's knife light?

It turned out that when he faced the full force of the legendary powerhouse, he didn't even have the slightest time to react?

At this moment, there was a sudden pain in his waist and abdomen.

Myself...... Was it cut in half by the other party?

It's not a decent death—

"Bang"!

The scenery in front of me changed, and my mind was dizzy. He inexplicably flew out of the body more than a dozen steps away, and crashed headlong into the scattered pile of corpses, splashing countless blood and water.

The cold droplets on his face finally made him recover some of his senses.

It wasn't the feeling of a long knife entering the body, but the dull pain of being kicked open.

It was only during this time that the roar of Dios, the piercing grinding sound, the crisp cracking sound, and the rumbling sound of the heavy object falling to the ground exploded together, converging into a huge mixed sound stream, waking him up from his confusion.

Shaking his head violently, Allegri gasped for breath rapidly, and after breaking free from the murderous lock, his limbs finally began to regain consciousness. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face and hurriedly looked back.

It's okay, it's okay.

Allegri breathed a sigh of relief, inexplicably a little scared.

Dios and Illo were also knocked out of the air, but fortunately neither appeared to be in danger of their lives, but temporarily lost the ability to continue fighting. The half-elf was leaning against the trunk of the tree and slowly sat up, while Dios looked at the "Burning City" with only a foot of long sword hilt left in his hand, and his expression was a little dazed.

Cattroman's face was still as indifferent as water, he stood quietly in the middle of the field, handed the straight-edged long knife to his left hand, and then randomly flicked the blood beads from his fingers.

Now, between him and Onisha, there is no more openness, and there is no hindrance.

"Miss Onesa, please stop immediately. His tone seemed to be persuasive, but with an unmistakable majesty.

Onesha didn't answer.

She lowered her head, her eyes closed, her pale lips slightly closed, and she was still singing in a low voice.

The girl did not respond to Cat Roman's words at all, and she seemed to be completely ignorant of what was happening in the outside world.

What's going on?

By this time, even Allegri had sensed something unusual. (To be continued......)

PS: (Make up for yesterday's second shift, there will be two more in a while)