Chapter 56 Freezing Night - 4
The fire, very faint, lit up in the cold night.
a hint of fire lit on the tail of the arrow, and then burned the arrow inch in a degree clearly visible to the naked eye.
a flying ash fell behind Zacchaeus, only a few centimeters away from his back.
slightly felt behind the movement, looking back, but still only the night, because the fire has long since extinguished ...
"A fight like fire? "Kenny was stunned and watched as Isaac broke away from the range of the bow and arrow, climbing higher, until he disappeared at the top of the cliff.
"Chase! You can't let go of anyone. "Kennitt sober up, absolutely can not have any Hill soldiers escape, because the bait is not to expose the hook, was wiped out, just the Vanguard Legion, the real Big fish, still in the back."
as they prepared to bypass the cliff, a dark shadow stopped them.
It was a tall figure, sitting on a rock, and the dark night made it clear what he looked like.
"So many people? "The figure put a giant sword in the dirt under his feet, the sound is very loud."
Kennitt did not answer, frowned and looked at the figure, and he could feel the wisps of heat in the giant sword.
"It's him ..." Kennitt thought of the fire just now.
"conspiracy ah, really than strength still work." "The figure jumped off the rock, grabbed the giant sword on the ground, carried it on his shoulder, and came towards the Kennitt side.
some breathing could not come, and the powerful pressure that the figure had dispersed almost made everyone begin to panic without control.
Suddenly, the figure stood still, the giant sword down from the shoulder, jerked -
"Let me try it!" "
ground cracked, fighting burning flames, toward the Luchian soldiers fierce come!"
Bang!
Kennitt in the air looking at the scene below, the eyes are full of horror!
All the soldiers fell, a full hundreds of people, under the sword of that figure, instantly lost their lives! The light of the
fire ignited the night ...
Kennitt in the process of falling to see the figure of the touch--
tall and mighty body, shabby warrior short clothes, a red like steel needle stand upright, that face rough bold, the whole person looks like a haughty mountain!
!!!!
Kennitt's feet were on the ground, and he had just jumped into the air with a brilliant reaction to avoid the strong sword, and he would not fly, for he was nothing but a war teacher, not a war saint, and he was good at military command and strategy, not cultivation.
so the last image left in his eyes was the broad sword body, which was burning with a blazing flame.
..
Whoop, Whoop, Whoop, whoop ...
lay on the top of the hill, gasping with clutter. His strength had reached its limit, and if it had not been for the departure of Clynn Kez to give him strength, he would not have held on to the present at all.
the sound of a clang.
a piece of copper fell from the arms of Satan to the ground.
looked at the copper plate, the heartache is fractured.
This is what Clynn Kez finally entrusted to Isaac-his year's salary.
is very meager, sprinkle arms in the old sheepskin bag, almost all is copper and silver coins, that is Clynn Kez usually save down, every year pilgrimage festival, he will go home, the money to the mother, and then tell the mother about their year in the Army to live things ...
are all good things, are happy experience, every time, mother is smiling, younger siblings are cheering, although poor, but this family's festival is still enjoyable ...
but who knows, that is called "soft bug" in the heart of the thin teenager, hidden how much sorrow?
until his last death, there was not a day when he was truly happy, except, after knowing Satan ...
He imagined the deserter as hard to live, clinging to the completion of every step of life.
Clynn Kez eventually did not do, because that want to become a hero of the deserters, do not understand the battlefield, simply do not understand that it is not the cradle of heroes, just the land of the blood flow!
Yes, Isaac was a deserter, a powerless deserter, and watched his friend die for his own desertion.
's hand, with a dead hold of the copper plate, trembled uncontrollably.
This is his first time after leaving Tarona have the urge to cry, but he can only powerless trembling, can not shed a tear!
this is ...
want to cry without tears feeling?
helpless to the extreme, powerless to hate themselves?
snapped ...
an object skimmed from its eyes and grunted a few laps, stopping a few metres from the spread.
was startled by the--
that it was a head ...
Kennitt's head!
suddenly rose, eyes violently fluctuating, because he felt an unusually familiar breath, that breath, countless times in the midnight Dream back appeared, brought joy, brought warmth, brought sorrow, but also brought despair .......
"is that what you can do? Lying here twitching? "Standing on the top of the hill, looking at Sarai, there is a hint of complexity hidden in the eyes."
looked at him shivering, speechless, only the eyes and his body, the uncontrollable tremor!
"You've let me down so much." "There is no ups and downs in the strong tone, as if Satan had nothing to do with him, just a work of his failure," What is the conspiracy, and only death in the face of strength, just like the one you cannot protect. "Pointing to Kennitt's head," to you, he is very strong, but for me, only need a sword, you can let all the tricks in this head disappear. "
a sword gas out of the strong fingers, will kennitt the head of the blow to smash."
"Don't blame others if you don't use it yourself." "
snapped ...
a little white slurry splashed on his face, but he did not respond, do not say is the brain, even if now a knife inserted in his chest, he will not feel pain.
because the heart has been sore to the limit, but also angry to the limit!
is this the most beloved person I have? My dad? Why does he look so strange, why can't he see me in his eyes, because of my weakness, because I can't meet his demands?
's chest was going to explode, but he retorted without a word, and said the truth, though the language was like a knife.
"Can't you figure it out? "Look at Isaac."
speechless, the mind has been filled with anger and heartbreak, faintly, that like the needle-like feeling appeared again, a little slowly stuck in his cerebral cortex.
"Want to see it? "A fierce and contemptuous smile," what is called strength, what is called the strong. "
turned Chaoshan and walked down.
froze for a few seconds, but also stiff steps, far behind the strong back.
He really wanted to see what the strong man was like when he said it!
is it like the tall, haughty man in front of him, isn't that the real hero ...
Nothing is present, the man in front of him, at this time, the shoulder is shaking slightly.
..
whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. Several figures of
landed in the camp where the Hill Pioneer Corps was stationed. The Luchian soldiers around
were stunned!
originally they were cleaning the battlefield, collecting armor and weapons from the dead Hill soldiers, Luchian was a small, resource-poor country, economically backward, and a sword of armor was important to them. They were surprised why Marshal Kennitt with hundreds of people to chase two people and has not come back until now. Marshal
Kennitt is not coming back, but there are a few weird guys coming.
"Dragon Flower? "A bearded man with a moustache to his chest looked at the corpse on the ground, his face astonished, and his voice was worse than a broken gong, and he knew it to be an old drunkard just by looking at him." "Old fire sticks to educate the children, but also to drag us up, the holy city of those King eight eggs, the canyon outside the same as a toilet!" "
" Don't talk nonsense, old drinker. "A cold man in black opened his mouth," the canyon is a toilet, so you live in it, and what are you? "The man was dressed in plain black, and the whole man, though thin, was as sharp as a dagger."
Beard did not speak, swallowed The spit, looks he is a little afraid of this man in black.
"Why are you here, too? "The man in Black looked out at a figure standing still not far away," not grieving in your unfeeling field? "
" because of the unfeeling cabin, the use of Tarona mahogany. "The voice of the figure speaks feebly, as if he had had some serious illness. But when he saw what he looked like, no one would ever say anything to belittle him again!
beautiful man ah, white and gold long comb behind the pointed ears, the face of the skin like the purest white jade, blue eyes like the silent Lake, although dressed in a cloth, but can not hide his elegant and vulgar temperament, do not know why, he stood there, around like a sad snow floating.
"This elf." "The man in Black smiled," ungrateful, the loneliest part of the canyon, was indeed torturous enough. "
" What are you wordy about? "A Scarface man came over, a messy brown shredded, five short stature, and ugly."
"Ha, you also come, only know to hide the guy, the face of the old fire stick is really big, I am for the Tarona of good wine, you are for what, obsessed with the cultivation of ugly ghosts!" "The bearded man looked at the scar, grinning.
"Tarona's therapeutic potion. "Scar man glared at a big beard," I such a hard practice, will inevitably hurt, you lazy drunkard will not understand. " "
" All right, all right. "The man in black leaped up to a tent and sat on it with his legs on it." Wait a night, and we'll give the boy a good lesson. "
" is interesting. "The mustache took out a wooden table with a missing leg from his space ring, as well as a wooden chair, and a lot of wine cans, and then he drank on his own.
the elf closed his eyes, and the expression on his face remained quiet, just as everything around him had nothing to do with him.
and Scar face man, then unattended sat down, began his cultivation!
, my God!
These four people actually ignore the tens of thousands of Luchian soldiers, speak among them, do their own thing!
no one dares to move, can only look at them with astonishment, because these four people scattered out of the breath, with let these Luchian soldiers fear unceasingly pressure!
, like the sound of a sword falling on the ground.
scar man eyebrows slightly wrinkled, ugly face with a bit of anger, he looked at the sound of the place, "quiet a little." "
the nod of busy, the soldier who lost his sword.
then, there was no more noise, and the whole camp was covered with the bodies of the hill people, as well as the stiff Luchian people.
Oh no, there's a sound-bearded wheezing wheezing's drinking. After a while,
smiled at the corner of the man in black, sitting at the top of the book, "They came and were ready for class." "
then he stood up.
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