Dearrando glanced up at the shocked Earl Grude and said softly, "I'm sorry." Then he turned to look at Holm in his arms.

The pitch-black pattern had spread to the face, and the delicate leaves stretched out on the vines with a deadly elegance. A branch stretched out on the skin, climbed up Holm's forehead, and then the top began to swell to reveal the shape of a bud.

Holm's eyes had turned pitch black, his trembling lips were the color of pale, and the water vapor exhaled from his mouth had turned into mist because of the cold, and he could only hear him muttering, "...... Cold...... It's cold...... What a black ......."

"Hey, Holm, Holm Grud. Diarrando began the conversation with Holm in a cheerful and uplifting tone. "Remember when you said you wanted to follow me around? You can't be so afraid of the cold and the dark, I've been to the northern ice fields, where the night is cold, and a sip of saliva will form ice slag and hang on your mouth. ”

“...... Swim...... Calendar?"

"Yes, you see you've grown so big, you've never left your hometown, have you ever seen the unicorn forest in the Aeslow Mountains? to get there, you have to go through a very long, very dark cave, and there must be no lighting in it, otherwise the rocks will move around on their own and block your path......"

“...... Alone...... Horned Beast......" Holm's voice became a little clearer, as if some consciousness had been regained by the conversation in front of him.

"Do you want to see it? I have caught a little princess who I gave to the Duchy of Hovland, and she is very beautiful, probably the most beautiful girl on the continent. If you follow me and wait for me to find her, you can ask her to show you the unicorn...... Of course, if you want to see the most beautiful princess in Shijie, I can also help you introduce it. ”

Home's eyes refocused a little, and slowly turned to Diarlando: "I...... I think...... Go to ......"

"That's right, look at me, it's a test for you. The road is dark and cold, and you are lonely, but you will only be rewarded if you overcome it all. I will recognize your courage and accept you as my chief bodyguard. ”

Dearlando summoned his white magic sword, held it up in front of Holm and said loudly: "No matter what, you have to look at this sword, go in the direction of the sword, no matter what is calling you behind you to tempt you, no matter what terrible things are in front of you to stop you and threaten you, you must go firmly in the direction of the sword!

Home's eyes suddenly cleared, and he seemed to really see the magic sword, and he quickly said a complete sentence: "I will definitely be able to do it!" At this moment, Diarrando covered his eyes with the hand holding his head, and a sword pierced the flower of death that was slowly opening in the center of his eyebrows.

In the exclamations around them, the flowers continued to bloom enchantingly, and then began to wither, the petals covered with delicate patterns began to fade, and the pieces disappeared, and soon the black vines vividly carved on the skin gradually disappeared into the skin as if they had been washed by water.

Home's stiff body began to regain its softenness as the heart-shaped crystals rolled off Holm's chest, slammed into Dearlandor's legs, and fell heavily to the ground as fingers relaxed.

But at this moment, no one was in the mood to look at that supreme treasure, and Deirlandor slowly withdrew his long sword with a solemn expression, and when the blade pulled out of Holm's forehead, it brought out a trace of red-white liquid.

A small white ball of light shone faintly on the tip of the sword, mixed with some black filaments that kept swimming. Diarlando carefully leveled Holm's corpse, locked his brown-black eyes, then caught the fragile mass of soul with his hand, stood up, and raised it to Rieseth.

With a soft sigh, the young dragon lowered its head and licked the tip of its tongue into Deirlando's palm, swallowing the tainted soul. At that moment, Dearlando felt the discomfort coming from the young dragon, and he gently rubbed the tip of the young dragon's nose to soothe Rises.

Fayer studied Deirrando and his dragon in his monograph, and he saw the pain on Deirlando's face, not only the grief and anger of killing one of his own people with his own hands, but also the torment of being corrupted by the dark and desperate blood of Feckelen.

Count Grude, who had lost almost everything, fell to his knees in a panic, this middle-aged man who was nearly half a hundred years old, looked suddenly more than ten years old at this moment. He barely supported himself with his arms, and muttered, "Weishenme?"

Dearlando turned to look at the old man who had lost his son, patted the young dragon's nose soothingly, turned to Count Grude, and crouched down. Kenda and Martin leaned over uncomfortably to prevent Count Gruder from attacking Dearlandor in anger.

"I'm sorry for all you have lost......" Diarlando whispered in front of Count Grude, "I can't tell you what happened to you. But believe me, Home's soul will be immortalized in the dragon's soul and will never feel pain and sorrow again. ”

The Count looked up angrily and stared fiercely at the young man in front of him, who was not much older than his own son. If he were Dillando Birmington, he would have suffered more than anyone else here. But at this moment, he still couldn't suppress the hatred churning in his heart.

Grud suddenly raised his hand and drew his sword, slashing at the person in front of him, but Diarlandor did not avoid it at all. The Count's longsword of adamantite gold, which had cracked through the Cancer, slashed through his neck, slicing through his collar and smashing Dearlandor to the side. Both Kenda and Martin tried to stop them, but were forced to stop by Dearlandor's will in an instant.

Dearlando looked Count Grude in the eye, gently grasped the blade of the sword, removed it from his unscathed neck, and then said to Count Grude: "These are troubled times, and everyone is under the dark shadow of today. Although I want to make amends for the loss of your child, if I don't continue on this path, thousands of people will be hurt and enslaved by the dark Liliang like Home. The only sword I can make up for you is this sword. ”

After saying that, Diarlando stood up, looked around, and never looked at the Elevated City Lord who had fallen to the ground again. Although most of the men and horses led by Count Grude survived, most of them were injured to varying degrees, and less than five horses could walk.

The knight of Angsai arranged for Count Grude to be lifted up and sat aside, while he picked up the precious seedling from the ground and handed it to Diarlando. Dearlando looked at the ground with the half-dwarf's gaze, the rock where the heart-shaped crystals had just stayed had changed, some were iron-red, and some were blue-gold, probably hematite and chalcopyrite.

"Universal Mine Seedling...... It can turn the rocks it comes into contact with into various minerals, depending on which part of the seedling is used as the catalyst. The half-dwarf described this treasure in awe, and the colorful crystals meant that it could produce a considerable amount of minerals, and given it ordinary rocks and a lot of time, it could even create the largest gold or silver mine in the whole of Shijie.

Dearlando saw the greed and lust in the eyes of the half-dwarves, but in the end, Ansai resolutely shoved the seedlings into Deirlando's hands.

"Dragon Singer...... Such a treasure is not something that mortals can grasp, and whoever it falls into will bring bloody rain. Please put it away and make good use of it, if ...... If your great mission is accomplished in the future, on behalf of the Hammers, I beg you to grant it to us for ten years...... No, five years is fine. ”

"A year. ”

"Deal!" Angsai took Deirlando's hand unwillingly, shook it twice, and then let go, probably some kind of dwarven contract custom. After completing the verbal agreement, the Knights of Angsai immediately walked back to their crowd and began to arrange the aftermath.

Dearlando spread out his palms and looked at the crystal, which was less than half the size of a palm, shining exceptionally in the sunlight at the moment. All the haze on this thing had been absorbed by Home's body, and what was left now was a pure gem. So heavy and so beautiful.

Resis shrank rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the battle just now consumed almost half of the energy it had eaten, and now it was no longer able to maintain the size of the dragon. Dearlando opened the box and placed the young dragons and seedlings that had returned to the length of their fingers.

Looking at the chaotic battlefield around him, Diarrando sighed, and a tiredness invaded from the inside out. Kenda had a conversation with Count Grude and a couple more with the Knight of Angsai, and Zuihou came to report back to Deirlando.

"Your Highness, Martin is contacting Donseldeburg to send nearby city priests and troops to support and clean up the evil remnants here. But he and I may have to leave for the western battlefield at once. Where are you going to go next?"

"Go back to the castle first, grab my things, and then continue my damn journey in search of goddamn ruins that I don't know where!" Deirrando cursed angrily, a faint pain creeping through his mind, and he couldn't help but press his fingers to the corners of his forehead.

Kenda looked at Deirlandor worriedly, he had been using the dragon's magic frantically just now, and his eyes were glowing ice blue at the moment. Although it is not green at all like when it was injured, there is only a hazel-green dot left in the left eye, and it is almost impossible to see if you don't pay attention.

Aware of Kenda's concerns, Dearlando drew his dagger and shone the blade at himself, the glide metal reflecting off him and causing him to curse in a low voice. He took out the gauntlet in his arms and immediately took it up, and then assured Kenda: "I will never use magic again for a short time unless I have to." ”

Martin then carried Dearlandor back the chest from the castle, and miraculously found Dearlando's cow and horse. The castle is gradually crumbling, and Count Grude, who has recovered a little and rushed back to the castle, commands his men and horses to rescue the belongings inside.

Only the knights of Angsai were present at the farewell, but the lord of the city, Toangsai, handed over to Diarlando, a swallowtail banner with a red heart on a gray background embroidered with the crest of the city of Urlead, and the letters H and G on the red heart.

"The city lord said that he would follow you as Young Master Holm as your chief bodyguard. ”

“...... xiexie。 Without saying anything, Diarrando patted the half-dwarf's stout shoulder, took the flag, folded it and put it in his arms. Then he walked over to Fayer, who was waiting on the side with "Pito".

After the mage passed himself and Deirlandor away, Kenda jumped directly on the back of the Golden Eagle and flew towards the nearby city where the teleportation was still located, and the teleportation room of the Ebony Lead City had been completely destroyed when the Sleeping Array was destroyed.

Fayer's teleportation destination was his makeshift camp, and at the moment everything was packed up and placed on a skinny gray horse. After teleporting, the two men immediately set off to catch up with the circus, which had been gone for two days.

Fayir...... Tell me about Ja Fekelen and tell me everything you know. ”

“...... That's a long, long story. ”

"So what, we have a long, long way to go anyway. ”