Three days later, the southeastern border of the Black Sand Territory.

Cohen Karabyan held his "load-bearer" saber and fell to his knees in pain, his eyes glancing at the two men in the snow in the distance.

It was Raphael, who did not know whether he was alive or dead, and Miranda, who was seriously injured and unconscious.

Damn it.

Cohen felt only a burst of pain between his ribs - the other party's sword moves were merciless.

Putile was right.

It is extremely dangerous for them to stay in the Northlands.

But he guessed one less thing.

That is—their enemies are more than just the Black Sand Collars.

There are also snowstorms and snowstorms that are desperately cold......

And also......

Cohen struggled to raise his head and look at the enemy in front of him, watching the sneer on his lips.

And him.

The young man.

The one who belongs to the "Sword of Calamity", who was defeated by Cohen in a narrow alley and saved by Raphael.

"It's a shame," Cohen said with a dying breath, "You're a scumbag compared to your teacher." ”

"There is no qualification to be a swordsman at all......"

"Even as a sword of calamity, it's too bad......"

On the way back to the stars, they had nothing to do all the way until they were attacked inexplicably......

Cohen looked at the smug young man, then at the unconscious Raphael and Miranda, and clenched his fists hard.

In the distance, a stumbled horse was lying in the snow and wailing.

"Ah, who let me touch you, and you happen to be seriously injured. ”

The young Northland man narrowed his eyes and shook his weapon as if in an alley: "You will consider yourself unlucky." ”

"As for my teacher, hey, he's not going to know about it. ”

Cohen struggled to his feet, but the wounds he had inflicted on his hand at Valhalla were far from healing, making him barely able to hold his sword.

No......

Raphael's situation was far more serious than expected......

Miranda's injury should not be underestimated......

The vigilante gritted his teeth.

Now it's just me......

"Oooh," the young man of the Sword of Calamity laughed, glancing at Miranda, "that girl looks good." ”

Damn it!

Cohen punched him so hard in the snow that he almost gritted his teeth.

"Ahh

In the next second, the vigilant officer roared angrily and urged the few remaining stars to shine, and once again unleashed a continuous attack.

In the snow, the shadows of the young man and the guard officer were indistinguishable.

"Bell!"

Cohen spat out a larger mouthful of blood and fell limply to the ground.

Saber out of hand.

He's at his limit.

In particular, the damage to Cohen in the back, whether it was being hit hard by Kaslan or being thrown hard by Tuleha, was far more terrible than expected.

Make him powerless to fight back.

No.

"What about your majesty in Longxiao City, big man, and what about the stabbing swordsmanship that you are proud of?"

"I forgot to thank you," the young man laughed, glancing at the torn sleeve on his hand, "in return for giving me so many 'gifts' in the city." ”

The vigilante felt the impaled arm, the unbridled pain of the furious finishing power in his muscles, and felt only anger in his heart.

"And this barren man," the young man glanced at Raphael with disgust, "relying on his northern background of the secret department......"

The young man took a sip, then turned his attention to Miranda with interest.

"Hey, stay away from them!" Cohen slammed his fist into the snow and roared, "Come at me!"

"You XXX bastard of XX!"

From Vola to the Western Wilderness to the Northlands, Cohen angrily stuffed all the dirty words he had learned into this sentence.

I just hope to provoke the opponent and make him ......

"Don't worry. ”

"Guess what," the young man looked cold, but craned his neck and licked his lips, not in the slightest sign of irritation, "what will I do with this pretty girl...... Definitely impressed. ”

"This is to make you remember," the young man walked up to Miranda's side, with an angry and smiling expression: "When you messed with the wrong person......

Cohen, who couldn't move, watched with remorse as the young man walked towards Miranda as if he were demonstrating, and he felt that everything was lost.

He couldn't do anything......

Anything......

Cohen lay in the snow in agony, never before did he hate his incompetence so much.

No.

No!

Right now.

"Whoosh!"

The young man's face changed, he suddenly turned around, and the sword light exploded in front of him!

"Ding!"

His half-sword slashed a blade in the air, making a sharp metal clash.

The blade that flew in mid-air was easily knocked away by the young man, and it fell weakly.

It was a short knife with a strange arc.

Cohen, who was lying on the ground, stared blankly at the knife, forgetting his reaction for a moment.

The knife......

"Is the botched sneak attack your helper?" the young man curled the corners of his mouth and looked around, searching for the sneak attacker.

What the hell?

This level of sneak attack is inevitably too simple......

But in the next second, the young man's face changed.

From the blade of the sword he had opened, there was an eerie tremor in an instant.

The shock penetrated deep into his body, causing half of his body to suddenly fall into numbness.

The young man tried to raise his right arm, but found that his right hand was no longer able to move.

He panicked.

No.

This shock.

Exactly......

He didn't have a chance to regret it.

"Hoo ......"

The wind was howling, and a graceful figure stepped on an astonishing pace, breaking through the wind and snow, and instantly killing in front of his eyes!

In the white snow, the knife flashed!

In the strange numbness, the young man mustered up all his strength before he shifted the blade of his sword to the position of the enemy's attack.

But it didn't work.

The nimble foe only sidestepped slightly in the air and moved out of the way.

Then a knife is slashed out.

"Whew!"

The young man, who had no power to resist, watched in disbelief as the other's knife slashed into his neck.

"Although they are both holding swords, but in comparison," the enemy said in a nice voice, pushing him up the body and pulling out the blade: "You are really tasteless." ”

"It's not even green skin. ”

"Scum. ”

Warm arterial blood gushed out of the young man's neck.

In the midst of endless fear, the young man's eyes froze.

At that moment, in a panic, he saw the knife in the other party's hand again.

It was a knife that was skewed from the tip to the hilt, resembling a dog's leg.

Such a knife......

If.

If only I could react......

If I can show my strength......

But there are no ifs.

He collapsed limply, his blank eyes meeting Cohen's shocked expression.

The vigilante watched blankly as the slender figure crouched down in the wind and snow, and stuck two knives into his boots.

Then step by step came to him.

"Poof!"

A pair of thick snow boots buckled in front of his eyes.

Looking further up, there was a pair of long legs that were also wrapped in thick clothing.

Cohen looked up in a daze.

The other slowly crouched down, and she took off her thick fur hat, revealing neat brown hair.

Cohen couldn't say anything, he just blinked, as if he couldn't believe what was in front of him.

"Ha-" The other party shook the fur hat in his hand and fanned the wind, and let out a hot breath helplessly.

The girl in front of her pushed the goggles to her forehead, and there were red marks pressed out of the frames around her eye sockets.

She has a few strands of hair stuck to her forehead, which looks a little playful, her nose and face are dotted with fine beads of sweat, and her face is ruddy and looks quite healthy.

It's tasty, too—Cohen doesn't know why the idea came to him.

"The old guy is not right at all, how can it be so cold in the north, and he actually sweats after running a few laps......"

She complained unhappily about someone, and at the same time showed a pair of big bright eyes, looking curiously at Cohen as if she were looking at a puppy on the side of the road.

"Yo, lost boy......"

The bartender in the underground street, who was dressed thick and solid, but still did not lose her style, learned the rules in the police hall with great care, and jokingly saluted the guard officer with a very non-standard etiquette:

"We're meeting again. ”

Yala Saliton, crouching in front of him, curled the corners of her mouth and said with a smile.

Silent.

Cohen still stared blankly at the other man, not saying a word.

It's as if he was born to look like this.

Looking at his appearance, Yara grabbed her hair helplessly and blinked.

Was he beaten stupid?

The next moment, the guard officer looked blankly at the two companions in the distance.

Fortunately......

Fortunately......

He exhaled as if relieved.

It was as if all the shackles had been released in an instant.

Cohen closed his red eyes tightly, his face twisted into a ball, and he slammed his face into the snow—onto Yara's boots, to be exact.

His shoulders twitched, and he let out a sob.

Yara was taken aback.

"Oh, don't cry!" the big-headed bartender recalled how many times she had taken care of an injured puppy on the side of the road, and while hurriedly pressing Cohen's shoulders and stroking his back in a similar manner, she said incoherently: "Oh, okay, I know, I helped you kill the bad guys at the last moment, and saved your friends, and you are very touched now, and I want to invite me to drink wine for the rest of my life as a token of gratitude, but now this occasion ......"

When Cohen heard this, he remembered the desperate situation just now, and his heart felt even more sour.

"Ahh

And so, Yara's angry roar exploded in the air.

"Ahhh

"Don't wipe your tears with my clothes, you dead skin!"

After a long time, looking at Cohen, who was covered in bruises and confused consciousness, Yara, who had quieted down, sighed softly.

She looked at the slope in front of her, and her eyes showed hesitation.

But Yara looked at the man and woman who were walking with Cohen and scratched at her hair.

In the end, she shook her head.

Yara's face darkened.

That's it.

I've already searched several hills.

It seems that most of this information is also false.

I guess it's going to be empty.

And, if there is this green skin in the ......

It should be much more convenient to find someone, right?

"Forget it, if you can still walk, come with me," Yara patted Cohen on the back with a grin, "I know, there is a hunter's hut shared by the Stars and the Northlanders nearby, and there are some supplies for you to rest." ”

Cohen struck a hard time and looked at the strange girl in confusion: "What?"

"Hey, tell me beforehand," the bartender looked down at the guard officer's eyes, and said viciously:

"I'm going to charge for it!"

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Unbeknownst to Cohen and Yara, on the other side of the slope, a group of heavily clothed men waited quietly in a large needle forest a few hundred meters away.

One of the thirteen generals in the Black Street Brotherhood, "Thunder Axe" Oschu looked at the sky and frowned slightly.

"It's been more than half an hour since the scheduled time," Oschu said dissatisfiedly, "and they didn't show up—neither the old ghost nor the haughty-looking boy." ”

Several members of the fraternity who traveled with him also spoke out impatiently and agreed with him.

"Hmph, maybe they're used to working with the Blood Vials," one of them shook his head disdainfully, "They probably don't look down on inferior people like us." ”

At the front of the line, a middle-aged man with a scar on his face turned his head, his eyes sharp and terrifying.

As he turned back, everyone fell silent.

"Wait a little longer, this is one of the secret passages that Prince Horace specially opened up in the Great Needle Forest in order to sneak attack Exeter in the back," the arms smuggling giant of the Brotherhood, "Ironheart" Sandara Roda said coldly: "Now it is the desperate cold of the Northland, and the vision is not good, they may not be able to find this way." ”

Thanks to the tense relationship between Xingchen and Exeter, otherwise, it would not be easy to find such a moment.

Oschu sighed and looked behind him.

There, a dozen or so children bound by thick ropes, huddled in one place and shivering.

Oschu frowned: he saw one of the cowering children with a broken hand, and the other, a more delicate young girl, still had a scar on her face.

These goods......

Oschu walked over to Rhoda's side and glanced at the others, telling them all to move away.

"Just pick the remnants of the cripples from the beggars," Thunder Axe turned around and looked at his boss dissatisfied: "They can also look at it?"

"It's better to let that fat man from Morris ...... directly"

The corners of Rhoda's mouth curled slightly, making the scar on his face even more hideous.

"This is only the first negotiation, these goods are our sincerity of cooperation - they do not lack weapons or channels, what they lack is manpower," Roda said lightly: "Moreover, Morris will not agree." ”

Oschu looked puzzled.

He looked at the group of children, and the slightly older boy inside made him look at him very unpleasantly: the look was rather disrespectful.

"Do we have to hide from the rest of the congregation and cooperate with them?"

As a rising star that Roda is more optimistic about, Oschu has a lot of right to speak, and the young man tentatively questioned: "Including ...... He?"

Rhoda glanced at him meaningfully.

"Don't get me wrong, I still admire the Black Sword. ”

"Without him, we wouldn't be where we are today," the notorious arms boss said slowly, "but their thinking is too old, whether it's Lancer or Morris—they still run the growing Brotherhood, which has penetrated into the corners of the city, as a mercenary group. ”

And that's not all.

Roda silently said: they are still living in the past.

Trying to summon the spirits of the blood of the year.

But we can't live in the past.

You have to look further.

Deal with the storm that is coming sooner or later.

"But times are changing," said Rhoda slowly, "when the nobles who rely on the manor to eat are not allowed to make a living in the city, and when the merchants who are rich in copper plates can also become the nobles of the kingdom, it is time for our brotherhood to change." ”

"We can't stop at being a gangster, and we can't be reduced to aristocratic servants like the Blood Vials. ”

Austral's expression paused for the last second.

"But," he said with some unconfidence, "we're just ......"

Luo Da raised his eyes suddenly, his gaze intimidating.

Let Oschu pause slightly.

"We are countless dilapidated merchants, countless desperate craftsmen, countless landless peasants, countless outlaws forced by life, countless lowly people in the cities, the opposite of those who are born noble 'decent people', and a dark undercurrent composed of countless inferior people who have neither power nor power. ”

Rhoda pulled out a frightening smile: "But since the decent commoner merchants and the vulgar country nobles can form a group, occupy a place in the state council, and use the majesty of the king to fight against the great nobles. ”

"Then why do we have to sit in the gutter and fight for the scraps left by the big guys?"

"We have to take a long-term view. ”

"So you have to prepare in advance – even if it's from anyone else. ”

Only then can we seize the opportunity when the opportunity to change our destiny comes. ”

A fate-changing opportunity?

Oschu lowered his head and suppressed the puzzle in his heart: "But why them?"

"The traitors who have been swept out of the house, and who are still in a bad relationship with our mortal enemies?"

Rhoda stared.

"It's not as simple as they are unclear," Luo Da said lightly, "More than a hundred years ago, if there was no Sword of Calamity, there would be no Blood Vial Gang. ”

Our old adversaries......

It's not just a gangster.

He slowly raised his right hand, rubbing the iron glove on it.

Oschu looked puzzled.

"Before the Year of Blood, I was a herald for Prince Horace, and I learned a lot of disturbing things," Rhoda said solemnly, "Why do you think the Sword of Calamity is called that as a group of traitors?"

Oschu was slightly stunned: "In the name of the disaster that once destroyed the world? I have seen the drama of the Temple of the Night, maybe this sounds more terrifying?"

Roda laughed coldly.

"If," Rhoda exhaled softly, looking at his student with a deep look in his eyes, "If the name isn't just for being scary......"

"And what about the deep meaning?"

Oschu was stunned.

After another quarter of an hour, the opposite slope was still empty.

The wind and snow are getting heavier and heavier.

Rhoda's face became more and more ugly.

"Let's go," the arms boss finally exhaled with a hint of anger, "it looks like they're not coming." ”

Oschu's face was unhappy: "Then what about our cooperation?"

Roda sneered: "It's okay. ”

After all, they're not the only ones......

He holds the key that could turn the world upside down.

He turned and walked into the dense forest of needles.

Oschu snorted softly and asked the brothers to pull the frozen children back to the warehouse.

? Next volume: "The Betrayers"

? ? Foreword: There are countless excuses and reasons for betrayers, but the most absurd and saddest of them all: betrayal for loyalty.

? ? PS Both chapters should be placed in the dragon blood scroll, but because I misplaced the remnants of my hand, please change them back tomorrow.

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