Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 99: Bloodstab Lizard

The prince took another bite of food, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

　　 Dean still stared at him, seemingly interested in how he eats.

　　What's wrong? Thales swallowed a bite of food and suddenly wanted to ask.

　　 but he didn't.

　　 Luckily, Louisa spoke suddenly, drew Dean's attention away, and relieved Thales' discomfort.

　　 "I feel we offended him, Dean."

　　 "You know, Tom Ding," Louisa sighed and looked sad: "Damn it, do you believe it, we tried to save his life, but we offended him."

　　 "It doesn't matter, this is the last time we will work for him," Dean sighed, "After this trip, we will never take Thomding's business again."

　　"The last time?"

　　Quick rope closed his eyes and let out a sigh of relief: "Bless God! I'm so fed up with that guy! Opening my mouth and closing my mouth is because I know so and so..."

　　 "The last time--hoh, that's worse. I can imagine how he arranged us behind his back." Louisa said sarcastically.

　　 "I told you, we shouldn't have come." McGee looked at Dean silently.

　　 "It's my fault, brother," Dean smiled apologetically at the Bone Man: "We shouldn't go north."

　　The bald mercenary's eyes burned.

　　"Don’t worry about Tom Ding, I think, it’s time for us to leave Sabertooth Sand Dune... although I didn’t plan to stay long."

　　's words caused all the mercenaries to stop their movements and look at Dean in unison.

　　 Thales couldn't help but become curious: this bald mercenary seemed to have the courage to attract the attention of others by opening his mouth.

　　 "Leave Bladefang...you mean, leave our current base camp?" Old Hammer repeated in surprise.

　　The mercenaries looked at each other, seemingly surprised by the suggestion.

　　 Luisa asked cautiously: "Leave? Now? How do you think about it?"

　　 Dean shook his head.

　　"First of all, the Freedom League is about to go to war, and then the Stars blocked the border at the Sabreya Dune, and then something like this happened here..."

　　 "I don't believe these things have nothing to do with each other."

　　The bald mercenary took a sip of water and looked at several camps in the distance with a worried expression: "No matter the Bladefang Dune or the Western Front, this land is no longer suitable for mercenaries."

　　 Quick rope raises his hand in confusion.

　　"Wait, why don't I understand? The Freedom League, the border blockade...what does these things have to do with the suitability of mercenaries?"

　　 "Shut up," the old hammer gave him a serious look: "Listen to Dean, learn a little bit."

　　Quickrope blinked, looking ignorant.

　　 Thales also looked at Dean with interest.

　　"For several years, Qiyuan City never sent a sweeping team to go deep into the desert to maintain trade routes. Lehmen, who specializes in business from the west, said that even the patrol cavalry's cruising range is getting more and more stingy," Dean Staring at the sand underfoot, silently said:

　　"And now, the Freedom League dares to openly challenge them and the Northlanders. This shows a lot of things."

　　 Northlander Kanze snorted coldly, seemingly dissatisfied.

　　 Dean sighed.

　　"Not only Qiyuan City, the Weiland collar also shrunk the line of defense. Quorack, who specializes in running that line, told me that from the West Big Needle Forest to Ende Loess, it has been a long time since I saw Exter’s forest rangers. , But from time to time I will meet the star people sent by Watch City to enclose the land......"

　　 The fast rope scratched his head and tilted his head: "So—what do you mean?"

　　 Everyone unanimously gave him a blindfold and blamed him for interrupting.

　　 but Dean smiled disapprovingly:

　　"Obviously, whether Qiyuan City or Weilandling—the influence and sense of presence of the Northerners in the desert are waning, these things clearly and unambiguously show: the dragon intends to take its claws back, Exeter The kingdom is in decline."

　　 Thales couldn't help but feel a move when he heard this.

　　 So...

　　 "Why?" Kuaisheng looked astonished: "Why can't I see it?"

　　 "Politics, right." This time, it was an unexpected old hammer who took the lead, and he shook his head in disgust:

　　 "Six years ago, Exter re-elected the king."

　　 Thales' heart sank.

　　 The day six years ago appeared before his eyes.

　　 That head.

　　 That crown.

　　 That... girl.

　　 Dean sighed slightly.

　　"Yes, I guess that’s the reason and where the border troops of Qiyuan City and Weilan land disappeared—maybe the new king who killed his brother and seized the throne with a reputation, threatened the princes more than the desert border So much that they have no time to take care of the affairs on the sand."

　　 Kanze snorted: "Kan killer."

　　 Dean nodded, frowned and continued talking.

　　"The forces in the desert, whether it is a large tribe of orcs or a tribe of barren people, they will surely perceive the retreat of the northern people and the changes in the northern end of the desert. There is no threat from the formed army, and they have been nesting In the depths, they will try to go north, fill the gap left by Exter, and strive for resources and space for survival."

　　The bald mercenary drew a line in the sand, and Thales could barely see that it was a map:

　　"At the same time, the decline of the dragon kingdom will free up the stars. The western front may or may not expand, but from their current blockade ban, the former is more likely. "

　　 The fast rope was stunned, and the others were the same. Most of them were confused, but Louisa still looked at Dean seriously.

　　 Seeing this, Thales suddenly understood where Dean's position in this team came from.

　　 I saw Dean frowning, with a cautious expression on his face: "Whether it’s the big tribe going north or the stars going west, it’s not something a small mercenary team like ours can afford. There will be less and less business. It is getting harder and harder, and there will be more and more accidents. For at least five years, we cannot stay here-the north and east of the desert."

　　 Old Hammer hummed helplessly: "Oh, in the final analysis, we are still not strong enough. If we are an elite group of hundred people like'Blood Whistle'..."

　　 But Dean interrupted him without a doubt: "No, then we will become cannon fodder for tribal conflicts or kingdom battles, and die faster."

　　 Old Hammer smiled awkwardly.

　　"Where shall we go?"

　　Quizuo widened his eyes: "Go back to the south, back to where we came from, Lost the Three Kingdoms?"

　　 Dean shook his head and expressed disapproval.

　　"Whether it is the Duchy of Sera, the Duchy of Norton, or the Duchy of Quill, they also face the same problems as the northern end of the desert. For the same reason, Exeter’s decline and internal fighting, followed by the Star Kingdom’s Renaissance, even their most severely injured blade leader."

　　"Without the threat and constraints of the northern dragon, the Star Kingdom will free up its hands and will definitely try to restore their influence and hegemony privileges in the neighboring countries in the southwest. In the Lost Seas, among the merchants, thugs, The free world where gangsters, killers, bounty hunters, free knights and mercenaries are popular, smuggling paradise, duty-free paradise, sword arena, dead country... Guess who will be the first to be unlucky."

　　 Thales breathed slowly, digesting the knowledge in front of him step by step—the information that these mercenaries received was not the "little slicker to see the world" in the study.

　　The fast rope is almost fainted: "It's complicated, so where are we going?"

　　 "Simply put," Dean looked serious and silently said: "We have to find a place where the power and the forces fight against each other, and each other is jealous. Business and opportunities without having to face the calamities of large-scale wars."

　　 Luisa nodded: "So? Where does Dante's sword point?"

　　 Dean smiled slightly and pointed to the map on the sandy ground: "It's still this matter—the Kingdom of Exter is temporarily in decline, and the Golden Corridor and the Union of Combus will also be affected. There have always been conflicts within Combus. , Once Exeter falls into internal fighting, Vine City, which is in-laws with Longxiao City and has seized the voice of the Alliance for more than ten years, will be the most affected. In turn, the pressure on the northern four cities will be reduced sharply and usher in Rising period."

　　"The four northern cities headed by Shanliu City, and only Varir State is the coastal community, and even the Southeastern states that have been stable for a long time will follow the vine city that has lost support. Ushering in a small period of fighting, we don’t know what the internal struggles of Comus will be like, but the internal struggles among merchants are at least people like us. Such as Maple Point Coast, Koyalenque, There should be many more opportunities in small countries like the Beihai Kingdom around Kangmas."

　　 Speaking of Shanliu City, Thales thought of the impressive Marquis in Longxiao City who abides by the "spirit of contract".

　　 Dean continued: "The city of Vine has declined, so Kang Mas has lost the power and strength to encroach on the west and govern the land of Tarundi. The Kingdom of Ellenbia will not miss this opportunity. They have been looking forward to it. We are trying to take down Tarendi's co-governance before Comus infiltrates, but it may be a peaceful political evolution, or it may be a **** war of conquest. If we go there, our future is uncertain."

　　"As for the Golden Corridor... I won’t talk about the Liberty League and Baishan, and the feast collar and Yemang Mountain are not clear. Levor is sandwiched between Conmas and Allenbia, and I can’t say that. But a mercenary from the City of Steel told me that Grand Duke Cid of the Principality of Anrenzo was not in good health. It is conceivable that his children will start a see-saw around the inheritance rights. The large and small cities around Longkidi may be Due to the turmoil of the sovereign nation, the team will be reshuffled, but Kang Mars is busy fighting internally. The stars will re-enter the Three Kingdoms of the Lost Seas, Arunbia, I guess levels, lijin, and even small-scale robbers and rebellions will appear, merchants I won’t like it, but that’s an opportunity for mercenaries."

　　 Dean raised his head, but found reluctantly that most people were looking at him with puzzled faces, even Louisa frowned.

　　 But Thales's clear eyes made his bald head slightly startled.

　　 Dean coughed his throat, returned to the present, and pointed to the ground: "So, Kang Mas or Dragon Kiss, let's choose one."

　　 The air quieted down.

　　 “Although I don’t understand what you’re talking about, but I feel so awesome,” Fast Rope worshipped, speaking rude slang that I don’t know if it was in the sea or in the desert: “Are the mercenaries hanging so much now? ?"

　　 Thales also looked at Dean seriously.

　　Don’t say anything else, but based on this insight...

　　 No wonder, Dante’s great sword, no wonder they can go deep into the desert with confidence.

　　 It's no wonder they can gather these strange and strange warriors.

　　Luisa chuckled.

　　 "I don't know the others," the female captain looked at the bald mercenary with indescribable eyes: "But Dean, yes."

　　 "That's how he hangs."

　　 Dean coughed again, seeming a little embarrassed.

　　 "We are mercenaries, fast rope, we need more than strength or luck to survive," he laughed, inevitably a little embarrassed, "but we are cautious and astute, careful, careful observation of intelligence, and Well-known and well-connected to all quarters."

　　 Thales listened in silence.

　　The life of a mercenary.

　　 That's how it is.

　　 Just then, McGee moved suddenly.

　　 He reached out swiftly and copied a lot of sand from the sand!

　　 Thales and all the mercenaries were taken aback.

　　The grains of sand fell from the fingers of the waste bone man.

　　 "Fuck!" This was the first time McGee spit out dirty words. He looked at the things in his hands, clenched his teeth, his face was hideous.

　　 The sand fell, and Thales could see clearly that McGee was holding a small lizard, struggling endlessly.

　　 Hmm, lizard.

　　 etc.

　　 Thales discovered that he knew this species... Uh, I can’t say “knowing”, it should be that he “eat” this species of lizard a few days ago.

　　Under the fire, this lizard was blood-red, covered with white stripes, and there were sharp soft spines between the epidermis. It painfully waved its limbs and tail on McGee's hand.

　　 "Pretty, McGee!" Old Hammer laughed happily: "It's not like a cat catching a mouse..."

　　 But his voice stopped abruptly.

　　 "No."

　　 At that moment, after seeing the lizard clearly, Luisa’s face showed incredible horror: "Oh my God, this is..."

　　 Thales looked at the old hammer suspiciously, and then at the other mercenaries, and found that most of them looked solemn—except for the fast rope who had just started.

　　 "Don't panic," Dean's voice calmed the nervous everyone: "At least we are all here."

　　 The prince returned his gaze to the poor red lizard.

　　 Thales is full of questions.

　　 Isn’t this just a lizard?

　　 Although the color is a bit rare, but...is there any problem?

　　 can't be poisonous--Tyers touched his stomach silently: Wait, there should be no poison, it can last for several days before it attacks, right?

　　 Yes?

　　 "Wait," Quick Rope's expression condensed, and pointed to the lizard: "I seem to have heard Tampa say this...red skin and white stripes...that is, it is..."

　　He was pale.

　　 "Yes."

　　 McGee said coldly: "Blood thorn lizard."

　　 "Ominous sign."

　　As soon as he said this, everyone's faces became more ugly.

　　 Blood thorn lizard?

　　 Thales' heart moved: He seemed to have heard the name of this animal somewhere.

Where is 　　?

　　 But he didn't remember it for a while, so he asked directly.

　　"Ominous? Why?" This was Thales, confused.

　　 Old Hammer sighed and shrugged, looking at the hazy moonlight in the sky.

　　"This lizard is a special product of the desert..."

　　 "Once there is not enough food, they will call each other at night and gradually gather in one place..."

　　He didn't say any more, but looked sad.

　　 Thales tentatively asked: "Unite to hunt?"

　　 "No." McGee shook his head, his expression cruel.

　　He slowly, using his desert accent, Thales listened to the difficult common language that he gradually got used to for several days, and said:

　　"They will start... hunting each other and preying on the same race."

　　 Thales was taken aback.

　　 He only heard the horror man coldly said: "The **** thorn lizard that survived last can rely on the corpse of his companion to fill his stomach and survive this hard-to-find food."

　　 Thales' eyes widened, and he looked at the struggling bloodstab lizard carefully.

　　This is...

　　 Luisa sighed: "Swallow the same kind, rely on it for a living."

　　"In everything in the world, what kind of creature can do such terrible things?"

　　 Thales was stunned.

　　 "Unfortunately," Dean sighed, "I know one."

　　"And they are living under the same skin as you and me."

　　"So the blood thorn lizard is one of the most ominous creatures in the desert. The God of Desert created it to warn us of our behavior in the desert—the God of Desert is free from disaster, and mortals seek for themselves, cannibalize, and will suffer Scourge," McGee frowned and said:

　　"It means the most terrifying and eerie thing in the desert, worse than the crow that represents bad luck-people who see it, or have bad luck, and those who eat it, have a rough life."

　　 Thales looked at the lizard blankly.

　　 the one who ate it...

　　 isn't it?

　　 This is superstition, right?

　　 wait...

　　 must be superstition, right? Something like unreliable metaphysics...

　　 must be...

　　Kara!

　　 In the next second, McGee relentlessly exerted force on his hands to end the life of this ominous animal.

　　 Thales, who was immersed in panic, was taken aback again.

　　The Bone Man dug a bunker with cold eyes, and put the corpse of the blood thorn lizard into it.

　　 "The desert **** has no calamity, all disasters in the world, the desert **** has no forgiveness, and the desert is forgiven." He muttered something and buried the sand.

　　Quickrope sighed, and patted Thales, who looked a little sluggish: "Don't pay attention to him, the creeps are always weird."

The atmosphere of the 　　 team seemed to sink down instantly.

　　 "Don't be nervous, everyone," Louisa coughed, attracting everyone's attention: "It's dead, we just met, even if there are some small twists and turns, it's nothing, and it's just a legend. No one is stupid to eat it..."

　　 Hearing this, Thales stroked his stomach stiffly.

　　"Go to shifts, and I will go too," Dean said with a calm expression: "Trust me, cheer up..."

　　 just now.

　　 "Wait!" McGee said suddenly, his tone serious.

　　 Thales is startled again.

　　 Dean frowned: "How..."

　　"This blood thorn lizard..." McGee gritted his teeth and looked at the half-buried blood thorn lizard: "It didn't come for no reason."

　　 "Mckey, that's just a legend..." Old Hammer sighed.

　　 McGee suddenly raised his head!

　　 "No, it buried a hole in the sand, it was scared to escape!"

The face of 　　The Bone Man is unprecedentedly solemn: "And this means..."

　　 In the next second, McGee slammed onto the ground!

　　 He buried his side ear in the sand, motionless.

　　 "Everyone is quiet," Dean raised his hand and whispered tacitly: "Let him listen."

　　In an instant, everyone in the camp was quiet, and even the fast rope was covering their mouths in horror. Only the noise from other camps came from afar, like dim background sounds.

　　 What's wrong?

　　 Thales looked at them blankly, but even if he had never been a mercenary, he understood their behavior in a short while.

　　 Just a few seconds later, McGee jumped up!

　　The Bone Man suddenly stretched out his hands towards his double knives, his tone was very anxious, his face was grim:

　　 "Someone is approaching, in all directions, heavy footsteps..."

　　 Before he finished speaking, Dean's expression changed, grabbing the fighting axe at hand and shouting loudly:

　　 "Alert!"

　　His roar is loud, especially in the desert night sky!

　　 The night of the whole caravan was quiet.

　　 In the next second, the caravan’s camp was in chaos. It was noisy, bustling, and there were all sounds.

　　 But on this side, before Thales hadn't reacted, Dante's great swords all jumped up from the ground, not even the fast rope falling into the wind.

　　 They each pounced on their weapons: Kanze drew up two-handed swords aggressively, McGee drew out double knives, the old hammer untied the linen wrapped on the hammer, Hubert raised his straight mallet and big shield, fast rope Pulling out a scimitar with a hand guard, Louisa threw down the quiver and drew out the long sword at the waist. They turned their backs to the bonfire, and they spread out in a tacit and unified formation.

　　 Thales stood up, hurriedly pulled the crossbow of time, and started loading arrows.

What is 　　 doing?

　　 "The enemy?" Dean asked calmly, holding an axe in his hand, looking at the sand dunes behind and the terrain in the distance.

　　 "I don't know," McGee shook his head, his tone of voice was rapid, and his gasping was not relieved: "I can't see the sand at night, the sound of the sand is bad, so they take advantage of... They are about to encircle, our whistle... …"

　　 "Check the mount first," Louisa's expression was distorted. She gritted her teeth and pulled out the sword on her waist, yelling, "Send a signal to the breeze to them..."

　　 But she couldn't finish her words.

　　 Thales felt a chill.

　　 In the darkness, a loud noise came suddenly!

　　嗤!

　　Kanze from the north was hit by a heavy hammer and frustrated backward!

　　 "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

　　 Thales, with sharp eyes, saw that a long arrow with a sharp tail appeared on the shoulder of the northerner.

　　 "Enemy attack!" Dean roared, swinging a cold arrow.

　　bang!

　　 Clang!

　　 Within a few seconds, the mercenaries either dodge or block, resisting the first wave of cold arrow raids in the sound of sand friction and metal collision!

　　 But countless screams and howls came from the caravan's camp.

　　 "No!"

　　 "Ah, it hurts!"

　　"This is--"

　　 Thales was surprised and angrily listening to the familiar voice in his ear, feeling like he had returned to the most hated battlefield.

　　 In the next second, the old hammer slammed away the sledgehammer calmly, sinking vigorously, and slammed into a weapon that struck in the dark!

　　 "咚!"

　　 Amidst the loud noise of tormenting ear drums, Thales was surprised to see that the strong old hammer actually shook his body, took three steps backwards, knelt on one knee, panting in pain!

　　Enemies, countless enemies, they appear suddenly from the endless darkness as if agreed upon.

　　Hubert's large shield greeted him in time, blocking the enemy's next blow.

　　"Come!" Hubert howled angrily, planning to call his companion: "Let’s do this first--"

　　 But he soon discovered that his intention would not be realized: almost at the same time, all the mercenaries encountered the enemy!

　　 "Day!"

　　 McGee gritted his teeth, struck out the double knives, and unloaded a thick, blade-like weapon.

　　 But before he could fight back, he rolled on the spot again in embarrassment. In the flying sand, he avoided a big stick that hit the ground: "They are professional!"

　　 Louisa calmly cooperated with Dean’s axe, wielded a long sword, and struggled with three enemies with her agile figure: "Don’t panic! Two people, formation!"

　　 Thales, who had remained calm, gritted his teeth by the campfire, raised his crossbow, and looked around.

　　 How could this, how could this be?

　　The bonfire was shaken by the sudden battle. It turned light and dark. The enemy's figure was not real, but it was shadowy. It enveloped this small camp and rushed toward Dante's big swords.

　　"Church--"

　　 The fast rope screamed, his scimitar was repelled vigorously by the enemy, and the poor Xinding fell to the ground. Fortunately, Kanze drew his long arrow boldly to fill his place, and the big sword swung back. The enemy who wants to attack.

　　 Thales instantly entered the senses of hell.

　　 My God.

　　 He was sweating all over, watching everything in front of him.

　　 "Ah!"

　　 "Kill!"

　　"ding——"

　　 "Boom!"

　　 "Crurie!"

　　The screams are endless, the smell of blood is everywhere, and the rage of battle roars and the clash of weapons resounded through this dark moonlight night.

　　 There was even a terrifying animal growl, which was accompanied by a howl from a short distance, followed by terrifying chewing—like teeth tearing flesh and blood.

　　Mom.

　　 Damn!

　　With the help of the crime of the prison river, the nervous prince got rid of the misleading of the firelight and the deceit of the night. He clearly saw: on the sand, forty or fifty sturdy and tall figures seemed to be at the same time, From the sand dunes, from the flat ground, from the back slope, from different angles, toward all the camps of the caravan, everyone attacked!

　　 There are even non-human species with long tails on all fours.

　　 invades like fire.

　　 ants gather and attack.

　　 Killing is merciless.

　　"Call——"

　　 The wind is rushing behind!

　　 fuck!

　　 Thales clenched his teeth, he was short to avoid an axe blow at an unprecedented speed!

　　 axe wind brushed his hair, cutting his forehead by an inch.

　　 Damn it.

　　 Damn!

　　 This is... a terrible fight!

　　 Thales clenched his crossbow angrily in the sound of the wind.

　　 The enemy’s rude curse came, and it didn’t sound real.

　　The power of ending rushed to the prince's thighs, Thales stepped on his feet and pulled away, turning quickly to face the enemy.

　　He aimed the crossbow of time at the chest of this tall opponent, and squeezed the trigger fiercely: "Hey!"

　　 "Clang!"

　　 Under the loud noise, the enemy shook in pain, the offensive stopped, and the axe dropped weakly.

　　 Thales was trembling all over, but it was not in fear or panic-that kind of thing had been lost in countless distresses, and the unfair battle with Nicolai made him feel desperate. The cruelty and directness of fighting-but the instinct when the crime of Hell River is full of the whole body, is the desire to fight.

　　The prince took a sharp breath, put aside his crossbow decisively, and stepped on his feet.

　　 In the cold wind, countless gravels rubbed against the soles of his shoes and moved back.

　　 The JC dagger, which was as familiar as his arm, was instantly held into his palm.

　　After the battle with the meteorite, his power of ending has improved a lot, and his response to the battle has also been significantly improved. The crime of the prison river ignites his blood all the time.

　　He knows that this is a desert.

　　No one will save themselves.

　　 only fight.

　　 killed him.

　　Kill him!

　　 Thales, at an unprecedented speed, instantly rushed to the enemy who was bent over to bear the pain, his legs were vigorous, he used his strength to climb, and his right arm stabs forward!

　　 "嗤!"

　　 The dagger pierced the enemy's neck fiercely!

　　 "Ah!" Thales roared, turning his dagger desperately, feeling the moist, sticky, and hot blood left on his arm.

　　 His most hated feeling.

　　 The most hated feeling.

　　 reminds him of the day that changed his fate.

　　 That day, he did the same...

　　 "Nahhhhh-Kukara!" The enemy's voice was strong, cursing painfully words that Thales could not understand.

　　 The next moment, Thales felt a violent attack on his chest, a pain!

　　 "Boom!"

　　Under the tremendous force, the prince was crushed to the sand, severe pain and chest tightness came at the same time.

　　Oops.

　　 The thought came up with Thales’ painful breathing.

　　 The huge enemy howled miserably, the blood from his neck gushing violently, but he violently drew up the one-sided great axe from the ground as if he didn’t feel it—almost as long and ferocious as Thales The broad axe blade also accounts for half of the axe handle.

　　 Thales, who was still trembling hard, could only look weakly at the red and black giant axe.

　　Oops.

　　Oops!

　　 He was thinking in pain, breathing hard, his body that hadn't recovered yet was difficult to move.

　　 "Sal, Pur, Pur!"

　　 The tall, strong enemy roared desperately at Thales on the ground, as if to roar out of his life's power.

　　 Above Thales, he swung his arms over his head, holding up his great axe like an executioner, shaking his head frantically, and crimson blood spilling on the sand:

　　 "Serlikai!"

　　 etc.

　　 Purcell? Serricai?

　　This sentence...

　　 Thales's head is chilling: Where did I hear this sentence?

　　 In the next second, the enemy's hideous axe blade cut down mercilessly.

　　 "Wow!"

　　 At that moment, his face was facing Thales.

　　 The moment he saw the enemy clearly~IndoMTL.com~The prince was stunned.

　　This face...

　　 This is, what kind of face is this?

　　 The other party’s big face twisted and trembled in intense pain--its color was dark gray, its forehead was wide, its hairline was high, and its eyes were small.

　　The knotted cheeks are joined together and shrunk violently under the rough gray skin.

　　 The opponent's nose is almost two slits, only a black blood basin mouth, angered in the air, showing terrifying fangs in the roar.

　　 hideous, ugly, chaotic.

　　 This is the description Thales can think of.

　　"Call——"

　　Amidst the opponent's scream, the terrifying axe blade cut through the air, dropped to the ground, and slashed towards Thales' chest.

　　 In the darkness, the sound of fighting in my ear seemed to be blurred a lot.

　　 Thales clenched his teeth at last, looking hopelessly at the falling axe.

　　No.

　　 the prince thought desperately.

　　 "He" is not him.

　　He is not human.

　　 is "it".

　　 it!

　　 "Fuck the egg!"

　　 Under the night sky, the grieving roar of the old hammer exploded on the flat ground, with a stern tone and a determined attitude, as if all the hatred and pain in the world were gathered here: "It's a gray bastard!"

　　"God of a bitch—orcs!"