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Tyles lay on the ground, shaking and sweating under the pain. Flash Dance Novel Network

He almost feels numb.

This is not the most severe he has ever experienced, but it is definitely one of the most unbearable, painful, and prolonged pains.

Acupuncture, blunt cutting, and even oppressive pain alternately came from the left wrist, left calf, and right knee in three places, wave after wave.

He wants to stand up and move at least a few steps on the ground to get out of the battlefield. However, as long as the movement is slightly larger, the pain will spread from the injury to the brain, infinitely amplified.

He could only close his eyes and breathe hard, not even paying attention to the desperate fight between the two men.

Listening to the fighting sound in his ears, Thales's face was distorted, and big beads of sweat slipped from his forehead, as if it had been a century later--he suddenly had a great desire for "fainting".

The fact seems to be developing towards his desire: after the constant pain gradually exceeded the endurable limit, Thales became confused, and his whole body, especially the muscles and tendons in the wound, began to twitch uncontrollably.

He passed out in pain.

But right now.

"Boom!"

The surging sound of the sea resounded from Thales' ear tube, temporarily covering the sound of fighting in his ear.

The young man who was struggling and enduring in the muddle-headedness was suddenly startled and slightly awake!

This feeling...

It's like, like something suddenly filled his veins.

Yes it.

Thyls, who was suffering from the injury, turned his face as hard as he could, wiped his nose and mouth on the ground, took a breath of dusty air, coughed hard, and then understood.

That is the crime of Hell River.

It was the most dangerous power that Heijian had warned him about.

One of his longest companions in disaster and pain, and one of the most unforgettable experiences in his life.

"Boom..."

I don't know when it started, but the crime of the prison river, which had been passively called before, surging uncontrollably.

Like a fierce beast coming out of its cage, extremely excited, roaring before hunting.

Its "voice" is getting louder and louder.

Thyls seems to have an illusion: pain, dizziness, weakness-the crime of the prison river is like a fish in this state of serious injury, and the power of termination is like a river flowing over a dry and cracked beach, invading the owner without restriction Every cell in the body.

Including the brain.

At that moment, Thales took a comfortable breath-as if his whole body had been put in warm water, the suffering and pain turned into a mild numbness, and temporarily disappeared from perception.

Time seems to have stopped again.

Tyles lay weakly on the ground, staring blankly at the loess rock wall in front of him.

It's strange.

What flashed through his mind was the battle just now.

Nicolai's sharp and unmatched blade broke through his shield, cut off his long sword, and swept him down.

The scene where the blade that determined his later doom appeared in front of him was played back again and again.

He shouldn't have stopped.

Thyls thought vaguely, confused.

The crime of the prison river is like the flames of hell, licking his wounds actively, bringing needle-like stimulation.

Yes, he shouldn't stop.

Tyles clenched his teeth, an urge to stand up and fight again in his limbs.

When the weapon is exhausted, he shouldn't stop. He can go against the trend and still have the sun saber penetrate his shoulder.

Then, the broken sword that was half left in his hand pushed it out - Nicolai's blade was unstoppable, he put all the momentum on it, and he must be weak and unable to defend - and pushed it toward the opponent's neck.

I might pay a great price, yes, but Nicolai must lose a lot.

He will be miserable.

The hazy Thales smiled unconsciously, his right hand clenched unconsciously-as if the broken sword was still in his hand.

With this thought, the crime of the prison river surging happily again, making a roaring sound.

Yes.

Don't dodge, ignore defense, give up backing.

Go forward.

Only forward.

Towards the enemy's direction...

Thyls, who was dimly lit in front of him, was shaking, coughing violently, **** mouth and nose.

Bloody...

Feel the sensation of the cutting edge piercing the enemy's artery, feeling the heat of the opponent's neck blood spraying, and feeling the despair of his gradual loss of life.

Fight in the blood.

Until death.

Tyles slowly closed his eyes and grinned open.

Next time...

Just do it...

"Boom!"

As the last trace of his consciousness disappeared, the crime of the river of prison suddenly boiled!

Not far from Thales, Monty's complexion was stiff, his whole body tensed, and his arms locked Nicolai's neck.

Feeling the opponent's last second struggle.

However, the Dead Crow was slightly taken aback.

Nicolai, with the last bit of consciousness and strength left, raised the Sunburst Sabre with a trembling left hand, the hilt of the knife crumbling in his hand.

The next second, Monty suddenly felt a flash before his eyes.

The golden red light like the scorching sun shines from the golden blade!

The stabbing of Monty instantly went black!

"Ah--"

The Dead Crow closed his eyes tightly and couldn't help groaning.

But he didn't waver at the expense of killing people, but leaned back again, stepping up his strength!

Blocking the neck of the meteorite.

Just a little while, a little while...

Just fine.

Monty, who closed his eyes, flushed and thought painfully.

But he soon realized that the Sunburst Sabre brought more than just glare.

Monty's arms trembled suddenly-there was a sudden high fever from the skin against Nicolai!

It's not hot water, not fire.

But the pain and anxiety deep into the bone marrow!

"Ah ah ah--"

Monty couldn't help screaming, his arms could no longer maintain their original state, and he seemed to have lost consciousness. He instantly loosened, and the whole person stumbled backwards!

"Boom!"

Death Crow fell to the ground in pain, but he could no longer take care of the others, so he could only slap his hands and chest with the flames burning for no reason.

Not right.

No!

Monty looked at the unconscious meteorite who was kneeling on the ground in disbelief—the latter's skin seemed to be covered with a golden-red light, and there were bursts of heat.

This is--

The horrified Monty hadn't even figured it out, but the anxiety on his body expanded.

Suddenly, the body of the Dead Crow caught fire in many places!

There seemed to be an invisible blazing flame that instantly enveloped Monty.

"Fuck you--" Monty yelled, and then jumped back halfway up.

Not only these places, but also the head, shoulders, legs, waist, chest...

"Damn it, sting!"

The Dead Crow fell to the ground with a painful expression, rolling frantically all the time!

Trying to extinguish the strange flames. 35xs

In front of him, Nicolai, who got rid of the shackles, knelt weakly on the ground, firmly holding the red sun saber under his palm.

The red light around Nicolai gradually dissipated.

The meteorite fell on all fours, shaking his body, as if he hadn't breathed air in a few lifetimes, breathing heavily, feeling the luck of the lack of energy pouring into his brain again, and even his fingers were shaking.

Above the neck, Nicolai's face has never been so red-like the color of blood.

Only the screams and rolling of the Dead Crow, and the sound of the meteorite gasping at all costs are left in the field.

One minute later, Monty finally suppressed the last inch of flame on his body, but his description was extremely miserable-white smoke came out of his whole body, and burn marks were everywhere on his clothes, especially his arms.

The Dead Crow groaned in pain, and the unpleasant burnt smell spread.

Nicolai was still lying on the ground in a weakened state, the surrounding wasteland had long been scorched, and a small amount of light smoke was emitting from the man's body.

Both men fell to the ground, one was weak, and the other suffered severe burns.

"What is that?"

Monty lay on his back, shaking all over, dying, and said: "I have never heard...the sun saber can still be used like this."

Nicolai raised his head in the direction of Monty with difficulty, shook his head vigorously, his eyes lost, as if he had just recovered from the nightmare of his neck being locked.

He took a hard breath and lay down on his side with the last trace of strength.

"Legendary anti-magic weapons...will be influenced by users, and different people will adapt and change more or less—just like the power of ending."

Nicolai’s expression was distracted, as if he had just been tortured. He tried his best to squeeze the Sunburst Sabre that no longer glows, weakly and intermittently: "I have seen...Tulha used the Sun Sabre as a magic weapon. In the narrow passage... Create terrifying flames and explosions."

Monty hissed, and he struggled to get up.

"Don't move, Monty," the meteorite lowered his head, and his voice came faintly, and the words were exhausted: "If you don't want to burn to ashes."

"I still...I can't control it...it..."

Monty froze slightly when he heard the words.

He sighed softly and lay down again.

Seeing the enemy lying down, Nicolai, who consumed a huge amount of money, let out a sigh of relief, and looked at the sun saber in his hand with a wilting expression: "As you see, I, I... I and this broken knife, I really can’t get along, for six full years, I can only do... this point."

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"'Only'?"

Monti gave a sorrowful laugh, and tremblingly stretched out his armor and burnt out his arms, his skin was burnt, and he felt that the last trace of strength disappeared with the burning: "You just made yourself a flame armor with a sun saber. I baked it half-cooked, and you call it'can't get along'?"

Nicolai smiled, looking at Monty's eyes especially complicated.

"No, you have never been a captain, and you have never read the "Handed to the Hand"-in the record, the Blade of Soulbreaker once single-handedly fought against the tens of thousands of Eastland troops of the Nightwing King, but I held it, at best Can block and isolate hundreds of people."

The meteorite seemed to have rested, and his words became fluent, and he said sadly: "The sun, which claims to burn all things, has also become an armor that uses flames to protect and defend in my hands."

"I guess, even the soul-killing gun that has been manufactured for hundreds of miles in no man’s land can only be turned into a spear tip of'don’t come close to anyone else’ in my hand. Right."

Nicolai looked up and showed a wry smile: "Otherwise, I don't want to play so ugly."

Monty's eyes froze, panting in pain.

"What?"

The Dead Crow looked at his opponent in disbelief: "You mean, the current situation, is this what you thought of from the beginning?"

"Tempt me to show up and solve the battle with the sun saber?"

Impossible—Monty looked at his old colleague, boss, and captain in a daze, as if he never knew him again.

Nicolet lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

"When the battle started, I was at the greatest disadvantage."

"You gained the first move, hiding in the dark, but I was seriously injured, my combat strength declined, and this terrain," said the meteorite, looking at Thales, who seemed to be unconscious in the distance. Pouted:

"This is the battle you are best at, the most advantageous battlefield, and even if I look for another twenty years, I won't be able to find you. I can't fight back, but for nothing."

"Plus that kid's interference, I'm not sure I will survive until your crossbow arrow shoots in the air."

Monty stiffens all over.

"I can only grab the kid, pretend to be irrational, and risk two arrows from you-for this I even sacrificed my leg." Nicolai seemed to finally get rid of the sequelae of the locked neck. He Slowly sit up, reach out to deal with the injury on the calf: "Try to hook you out and kill me close."

Monty gritted his teeth lightly.

The meteorite stared at the miserable Monty with scorching eyes: "Of course, it is still very risky. The timing of your appearance was too cunning, and the lock was formed too fast. I didn't even have a chance to counteract it, so I almost fainted. Up."

Monty took a deep breath, tiredness in his eyes.

"My son," the Dead Crow lay on the ground and said, "If it's not too hasty-I should make some poisonous arrows a few days in advance."

"Huh," Nicolai raised the corners of his mouth and began to bandage the wound silently, "Do you know where you lost."

Monty did not speak, and slightly clenched his burnt fists.

"You have been a scout sentry for too long, and you are used to keeping a safe distance."

Nicolai seemed to be a bit sentimental, his hand motion was slightly paused: "You are used to starting from behind, one hit kills."

"I guess you almost forgot, what it's like to fight face to face with blood."

"Really."

The Dead Crow first frowned slightly, and then said suspiciously: "But you, sting, you..."

"When will you be able to start a war while thinking about so much?"

Nicolai shook his head, with mixed emotions in his eyes: "A commander will always think one step more than others."

"You are different." Monty tried to sit up, endure the pain and exhale, unwillingly say: "Like Caslan, a man who fights with his brain... you still know me, that A look of suspicion, everyone is disgusted, murderous red-eyed sting?"

Nicolai grinned reluctantly, eating the crossbow bolt that pulled out his calf in pain.

"Can you tell me now?"

The meteorite ripped off his clothes and tied the wound on his calf tightly. The sun saber was within his reach: "Why?"

"Why betray us."

Monty closed his eyes in despair and put his head back on the ground.

"Does this still matter."

"We are already like this," the voice of the Dead Crow was exhausted: "Hurry up and do it."

"End it."

Nicolai was silent for a while.

He turned his head: Thales was unconscious on the ground, motionless.

The next second, the meteorite slammed his wounded hands and tightened his calf: "This is very important."

"Because I am your captain," the meteorite's eyes were like a knife, slowly shifting from the wound to Monty, if it was true: "It's your leader."

Monty laughed, and slowly swayed his head on the ground: "It's ridiculous, you like to remember the past..."

Nicolai suddenly raised his volume and interrupted him vigorously: "Because I am the commander of the Blade Guard!"

"The head of the blade!"

He has a distorted expression and gritted his teeth: "I should be the one who has been leading you, protecting you, and spurring you."

"Ned's **** Monty!"

Nicolai gave a violent punch and slammed it on the unrecognizable ground beside him.

He loosened his teeth and gasped gently.

The man's pale face sank: "And if... if any of you has a problem, it is my responsibility."

"I failed."

The Dead Crow shook slightly.

Nicolai reached into his breastplate and squeezed a small stone firmly.

He tried his best to keep his expression unchanged, his voice choked slightly: "And I...I need to know why."

"I need to know, I need to know," Nicolai paused for a while before speaking sadly:

"Why."

The earth returned to silence, leaving only the sad whimper of the breeze blowing through the cracks in the rock.

"Hahahahaha," Monty opened his eyes again, looking at the clear blue sky, his laughter was a bit bitter: "Sting, you really changed."

"I finally know why you can kill Caslan--even the old man."

Nicolai didn't answer anything, but the hand holding the stone became tighter and tighter.

"You can see that whether it's fighting or... you've fully... surpassed Caslan."

The dead crow's eyes are faint: "Even in the heyday of'Shaking the Earth', it's just you now-it's obviously not prominent everywhere, it's usually inconspicuous, and it looks ordinary, but when it comes to actual combat , No matter good times, dangerous situations, first hand, second hand, no matter what kind of enemy, as long as they stand on the ground, they can't beat him."

Monty sneered: "Worse, and better."

Nicolai hit the ground with a fist again, with a slight anger: "Stop mentioning him."

"After today, you have time to confess to him in person."

The answer to him was Monty's sad laugh: "Hahahaha...the question is coming, sting the head..."

"Do you worship him so much, adoring ‘iceberg’?"

The Dead Crow laughed out of breath: "But do you really know him?"

Nicolai frowned slightly.

Monti tried his best to lift his upper body and moved to lean against a low rock. His jaw was burned, which made his smile more ominous: "You know, what exactly is Caslan Rumba? Does it exist?"

Nicolai's heart sank.

He remembered that day six years ago, when Caslan was in the Palace of Valor, he stopped breathing forever.

Monti sighed softly, eyes filled with endless sadness and emotion: "I really miss that day..."

"The day when we stabbed the head, we formally swore the oath to alternate from the guard and officially became the rookie of the guard."

Nicolai had a real idea, he raised his head thoughtfully.

Just listen to Monty faintly said: "At least, we had a choice that day."

"And after that day, my future, my life will no longer have light," he was silently lost:

"There is only darkness left."

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Chapter 359 Beyond Kaslan, Kingdom Bloodline-FlashDance Novels

Tyles lay on the ground, shaking and sweating under the pain. Flash Dance Novel Network

He almost feels numb.

This is not the most severe he has ever experienced, but it is definitely one of the most unbearable, painful, and prolonged pains.

Acupuncture, blunt cutting, and even oppressive pain alternately came from the left wrist, left calf, and right knee in three places, wave after wave.

He could only close his eyes and breathe hard, not even paying attention to the desperate fight between the two men.

He passed out in pain.

But right now.

"Boom!"

The surging sound of the sea resounded from Thales' ear tube, temporarily covering the sound of fighting in his ear.

The young man who was struggling and enduring in the muddle-headedness was suddenly startled and slightly awake!

This feeling...

It's like, like something suddenly filled his veins.

Yes it.

Thyls, who was suffering from the injury, turned his face as hard as he could, wiped his nose and mouth on the ground, took a breath of dusty air, coughed hard, and then understood.

That is the crime of Hell River.

It was the most dangerous power that Heijian had warned him about.

One of his longest companions in disaster and pain, and one of the most unforgettable experiences in his life.

"Boom..."

I don't know when it started, but the crime of the prison river, which had been passively called before, surging uncontrollably.

Like a fierce beast coming out of its cage, extremely excited, roaring before hunting.

Its "voice" is getting louder and louder.

Including the brain.

At that moment, Thales took a comfortable breath-as if his whole body had been put in warm water, the suffering and pain turned into a mild numbness, and temporarily disappeared from perception.

Time seems to have stopped again.

Tyles lay weakly on the ground, staring blankly at the loess rock wall in front of him.

It's strange.

What flashed through his mind was the battle just now.

Nicolai's sharp and unmatched blade broke through his shield, cut off his long sword, and swept him down.

The scene where the blade that determined his later doom appeared in front of him was played back again and again.

He shouldn't have stopped.

Thyls thought vaguely, confused.

The crime of the prison river is like the flames of hell, licking his wounds actively, bringing needle-like stimulation.

Yes, he shouldn't stop.

Tyles clenched his teeth, an urge to stand up and fight again in his limbs.

When the weapon is exhausted, he shouldn't stop. He can go against the trend and still have the sun saber penetrate his shoulder.

I might pay a great price, yes, but Nicolai must lose a lot.

He will be miserable.

The hazy Thales smiled unconsciously, his right hand clenched unconsciously-as if the broken sword was still in his hand.

With this thought, the crime of the prison river surging happily again, making a roaring sound.

Yes.

Don't dodge, ignore defense, give up backing.

Go forward.

Only forward.

Towards the enemy's direction...

Thyls, who was dimly lit in front of him, was shaking, coughing violently, **** mouth and nose.

Bloody...

Feel the sensation of the cutting edge piercing the enemy's artery, feeling the heat of the opponent's neck blood spraying, and feeling the despair of his gradual loss of life.

Fight in the blood.

Until death.

Tyles slowly closed his eyes and grinned open.

Next time...

Just do it...

"Boom!"

As the last trace of his consciousness disappeared, the crime of the river of prison suddenly boiled!

Not far from Thales, Monty's complexion was stiff, his whole body tensed, and his arms locked Nicolai's neck.

Feeling the opponent's last second struggle.

However, the Dead Crow was slightly taken aback.

Nicolai, with the last bit of consciousness and strength left, raised the Sunburst Sabre with a trembling left hand, the hilt of the knife crumbling in his hand.

The next second, Monty suddenly felt a flash before his eyes.

The golden red light like the scorching sun shines from the golden blade!

The stabbing of Monty instantly went black!

"Ah--"

The Dead Crow closed his eyes tightly and couldn't help groaning.

But he didn't waver at the expense of killing people, but leaned back again, stepping up his strength!

Blocking the neck of the meteorite.

Just a little while, a little while...

Just fine.

Monty, who closed his eyes, flushed and thought painfully.

But he soon realized that the Sunburst Sabre brought more than just glare.

Monty's arms trembled suddenly-there was a sudden high fever from the skin against Nicolai!

It's not hot water, not fire.

But the pain and anxiety deep into the bone marrow!

"Ah ah ah--"

Monty couldn't help screaming, his arms could no longer maintain their original state, and he seemed to have lost consciousness. He instantly loosened, and the whole person stumbled backwards!

"Boom!"

Death Crow fell to the ground in pain, but he could no longer take care of the others, so he could only slap his hands and chest with the flames burning for no reason.

Not right.

No!

Monty looked at the unconscious meteorite who was kneeling on the ground in disbelief—the latter's skin seemed to be covered with a golden-red light, and there were bursts of heat.

This is--

The horrified Monty hadn't even figured it out, but the anxiety on his body expanded.

Suddenly, the body of the Dead Crow caught fire in many places!

There seemed to be an invisible blazing flame that instantly enveloped Monty.

"Fuck you--" Monty yelled, and then jumped back halfway up.

Not only these places, but also the head, shoulders, legs, waist, chest...

"Damn it, sting!"

The Dead Crow fell to the ground with a painful expression, rolling frantically all the time!

Trying to extinguish the strange flames. 35xs

In front of him, Nicolai, who got rid of the shackles, knelt weakly on the ground, firmly holding the red sun saber under his palm.

The red light around Nicolai gradually dissipated.

Above the neck, Nicolai's face has never been so red-like the color of blood.

Only the screams and rolling of the Dead Crow, and the sound of the meteorite gasping at all costs are left in the field.

The Dead Crow groaned in pain, and the unpleasant burnt smell spread.

Nicolai was still lying on the ground in a weakened state, the surrounding wasteland had long been scorched, and a small amount of light smoke was emitting from the man's body.

Both men fell to the ground, one was weak, and the other suffered severe burns.

"What is that?"

Monty lay on his back, shaking all over, dying, and said: "I have never heard...the sun saber can still be used like this."

Nicolai raised his head in the direction of Monty with difficulty, shook his head vigorously, his eyes lost, as if he had just recovered from the nightmare of his neck being locked.

He took a hard breath and lay down on his side with the last trace of strength.

"Legendary anti-magic weapons...will be influenced by users, and different people will adapt and change more or less—just like the power of ending."

Monty hissed, and he struggled to get up.

"Don't move, Monty," the meteorite lowered his head, and his voice came faintly, and the words were exhausted: "If you don't want to burn to ashes."

"I still...I can't control it...it..."

Monty froze slightly when he heard the words.

He sighed softly and lay down again.

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"'Only'?"

Nicolai smiled, looking at Monty's eyes especially complicated.

"I guess, even the soul-killing gun that has been manufactured for hundreds of miles in no man’s land can only be turned into a spear tip of'don’t come close to anyone else’ in my hand. Right."

Nicolai looked up and showed a wry smile: "Otherwise, I don't want to play so ugly."

Monty's eyes froze, panting in pain.

"What?"

The Dead Crow looked at his opponent in disbelief: "You mean, the current situation, is this what you thought of from the beginning?"

"Tempt me to show up and solve the battle with the sun saber?"

Impossible—Monty looked at his old colleague, boss, and captain in a daze, as if he never knew him again.

Nicolet lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

"When the battle started, I was at the greatest disadvantage."

"This is the battle you are best at, the most advantageous battlefield, and even if I look for another twenty years, I won't be able to find you. I can't fight back, but for nothing."

"Plus that kid's interference, I'm not sure I will survive until your crossbow arrow shoots in the air."

Monty stiffens all over.

Monty gritted his teeth lightly.

Monty took a deep breath, tiredness in his eyes.

"My son," the Dead Crow lay on the ground and said, "If it's not too hasty-I should make some poisonous arrows a few days in advance."

"Huh," Nicolai raised the corners of his mouth and began to bandage the wound silently, "Do you know where you lost."

Monty did not speak, and slightly clenched his burnt fists.

"You have been a scout sentry for too long, and you are used to keeping a safe distance."

Nicolai seemed to be a bit sentimental, his hand motion was slightly paused: "You are used to starting from behind, one hit kills."

"I guess you almost forgot, what it's like to fight face to face with blood."

"Really."

The Dead Crow first frowned slightly, and then said suspiciously: "But you, sting, you..."

"When will you be able to start a war while thinking about so much?"

Nicolai shook his head, with mixed emotions in his eyes: "A commander will always think one step more than others."

Nicolai grinned reluctantly, eating the crossbow bolt that pulled out his calf in pain.

"Can you tell me now?"

The meteorite ripped off his clothes and tied the wound on his calf tightly. The sun saber was within his reach: "Why?"

"Why betray us."

Monty closed his eyes in despair and put his head back on the ground.

"Does this still matter."

"We are already like this," the voice of the Dead Crow was exhausted: "Hurry up and do it."

"End it."

Nicolai was silent for a while.

He turned his head: Thales was unconscious on the ground, motionless.

The next second, the meteorite slammed his wounded hands and tightened his calf: "This is very important."

"Because I am your captain," the meteorite's eyes were like a knife, slowly shifting from the wound to Monty, if it was true: "It's your leader."

Monty laughed, and slowly swayed his head on the ground: "It's ridiculous, you like to remember the past..."

Nicolai suddenly raised his volume and interrupted him vigorously: "Because I am the commander of the Blade Guard!"

"The head of the blade!"

He has a distorted expression and gritted his teeth: "I should be the one who has been leading you, protecting you, and spurring you."

"Ned's **** Monty!"

Nicolai gave a violent punch and slammed it on the unrecognizable ground beside him.

He loosened his teeth and gasped gently.

The man's pale face sank: "And if... if any of you has a problem, it is my responsibility."

"I failed."

The Dead Crow shook slightly.

Nicolai reached into his breastplate and squeezed a small stone firmly.

He tried his best to keep his expression unchanged, his voice choked slightly: "And I...I need to know why."

"I need to know, I need to know," Nicolai paused for a while before speaking sadly:

"Why."

The earth returned to silence, leaving only the sad whimper of the breeze blowing through the cracks in the rock.

"Hahahahaha," Monty opened his eyes again, looking at the clear blue sky, his laughter was a bit bitter: "Sting, you really changed."

"I finally know why you can kill Caslan--even the old man."

Nicolai didn't answer anything, but the hand holding the stone became tighter and tighter~IndoMTL.com~ It can be seen that whether it is fighting or... you have already fully... surpassed Kaslan. "

Monty sneered: "Worse, and better."

Nicolai hit the ground with a fist again, with a slight anger: "Stop mentioning him."

"After today, you have time to confess to him in person."

The answer to him was Monty's sad laugh: "Hahahaha...the question is coming, sting the head..."

"Do you worship him so much, adoring ‘iceberg’?"

The Dead Crow laughed out of breath: "But do you really know him?"

Nicolai frowned slightly.

Monti tried his best to lift his upper body and moved to lean against a low rock. His jaw was burned, which made his smile more ominous: "You know, what exactly is Caslan Rumba? Does it exist?"

Nicolai's heart sank.

He remembered that day six years ago, when Caslan was in the Palace of Valor, he stopped breathing forever.

Monti sighed softly, eyes filled with endless sadness and emotion: "I really miss that day..."

"The day when we stabbed the head, we formally swore the oath to alternate from the guard and officially became the rookie of the guard."

Nicolai had a real idea, he raised his head thoughtfully.

Just listen to Monty faintly said: "At least, we had a choice that day."

"And after that day, my future, my life will no longer have light," he was silently lost:

"There is only darkness left."

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