The Amber Sword

The battle was over, Conrad toured the battlefield with the dark gods of the Black Fire, and the remaining white smoke rose from the battlefield, killing people everywhere. People in black robes, the bodies of demons and mercenaries, they were still alive in the world less than a moment ago, and right now, after the blood cooled down in their bodies, their skin became like glue, like a pile of molds. He took a few steps and turned over the body of a mercenary in a leather coat, who groaned - the leader of the demon group frowned, replenishing a sword and killing each other.

Conrad raised his head and said impatiently, "No, Grand Duke Rune's only son is not here, the Macaro guy ——"

“If you are so familiar with him, why do you have to catch up to fight this war?” The Dark Goddess replied with a gloomy voice: "We lost a lot of people, all because of the tall man around Makaro. ”

“No input, so to harvest?” Connor raised his head hey hey smile and licked his lips bloodthirsty. He drew a bloody sword from the body, pointing to several of his men not far away and shouting: "Bring in the remaining prisoners! ”

Several fearful Greywolf mercenaries were soon taken up, who had fought like the bravest warriors in previous battles. Beyond the battle, however, the halo, known as courage, was deprived, and they found themselves powerless to resist, especially when they saw their companions being eaten alive by demons before realizing that their power could not control destiny at all.

Understanding this, fear of the unknown seizes their hearts.

Among the five, there was the young man with white hair whom Brando was familiar, and he looked despicably at his frightened, inhuman companion. He stayed behind to cover the escape of several Yura, so his arrest was also expected. He looked up and saw a guy named Conrad —— who they thought was just the head of the Card Mercenary Corps, their dead counterpart —— but didn't expect the guy named Brando to be right, not only to collaborate with the Black Firemen, but also to be the shepherd's claw teeth and dogs themselves.

The guy named Conrad, he's about the same age as Brando. When he thought of that guy, his teeth itched, and since he was a kid, nobody had dared to lecture him like that except his father. It was a disgrace to let him bite his teeth. And at this moment, Reddy already sees the guy in front of him and Brando as a kind of person, all so hateful, and he looks at each other with the most contemptuous eyes and tries to provoke each other's anger.

“As long as he comes to my trouble, I can humiliate him so that the disfigured guys can see the courage the Grey Wolf mercenaries deserve. ”

He had this dial in his heart, but Conrad didn't expect to see his eyes, a slight glimpse, and then just smile. Turn away and fall on another mercenary.

“Look down on me? ”

Reddy was furious, and he struggled to rush over. However, the shoulders are held tight by dark mercenaries, they cannot move at all, and it is not possible to shout them out, because there is something tied up in the mouth that can only make a whining noise. He saw Conrad go to one of the mercenaries on the far right and whisper something to the mercenary, who stayed for a while and shook his head hard.

He thought Connor should have at least tortured him. He didn't expect the demon to shake his head directly, and then his companion was dragged away. Reddy couldn't see what was behind him, but he could also think of a terrible scream from the mercenary, and then he heard a rare rumbling sound, as if bones had been pulled from the flesh and his guts were slipping out of the body - a terrible scream gradually losing its strength, then becoming a cry, then a clattering, dull voice - followed by a low roar.

The voices eventually disappeared, but the remaining mercenaries could not help but fight a cold war.

Then Conrad walked up to the next mercenary and asked what. The mercenary actually freaked out and couldn't even say a word on his knees. The young mercenary leader shook his head with regret, stood up straight and looked at a mercenary who had backed off vigorously, stabbed him in the eye with a sword and kicked him out with one foot.

He clapped his hands and had his men drag the body away.

Three mercenaries remain, including Lady.

White-haired youth saw that their two companions had become almost insane, as if they only remembered that they were doing this for a bite to eat. Previous honors, beliefs and pride built up by the glorious achievements of the Grey Wolf mercenary regiment had all collapsed, and they were trembling and pale, realizing that they only wanted to live.

Reddy looked at his former proud, proud companion, even in the face of the danger of life and death, and now he's showing his guts and nerves, and he can't help but yell at these uncontroversial guys, but he's also yelling at Conrad. “Come to me yourself, you bastard -” he said, unable to speak, these voices can only come from his heart, Rady never wanted to express himself so much at this moment, it was just a death, he wanted to show himself to his companions who were completely controlled by fear, there was nothing to be afraid of.

The most disgraceful thing to do should be to give in to the enemy.

But Conrad didn't seem to hear him, he just took the mercenary away one by one, even as if the guy didn't want any information at all, and he wouldn't even ask questions anymore. Even if the last mercenary knelt down to beg forgiveness and swore to join them, willing to tell them everything he knew, his results were only dragged down.

Soon Lady will be all alone.

Conrad stopped in front of him--

The grey-haired young man had not reacted at first, but had just subconsciously jumped like a mad dog. But he was immediately hit hard in the chest and kicked back like a bereavement dog for a few laps. Then he woke up gray-headed and dusty —— he was the only one left here. After realizing this, his heart sinks uncontrollably, and no one can ‘appreciate’ his valor anymore? Who did he show it to? Enemy?

Take a look at Conrad, who has a cold face, and the dark goddess who can't see his face around him, who obviously won't appreciate him because of his heroic behavior. Rady suddenly shuddered as he was wrapped around him with a tingle of chill. He comes up with a question, and he dies here in vain, and he ends up with the bad guys?

But how could he, he's Reddy, the best young man in the regiment but Ike? If he dies here, like those cold corpses, who knows he's ever been brave?

No, he can't die so incompetently.

But there's no one here to record it anymore, how much he wants there to be a hidden man in the forest. Or someone on the battlefield pretending to be dead. So that he could record a scene of generosity and righteousness before he died, Reddy subconsciously told himself that he wasn't afraid of dying, and that he just didn't want to die like those pointless guys. But he knew it was all destined to be a luxury, and in front of the Blackfiremen, no one in the regiment could hide in the forest except the Commander and Buga.

With that in mind, he couldn't help but strangle himself. There is uncertainty between death and more meaningful death, as well as uncertainty in face.

And Conrad looked at the young man coldly, never saying a word, and then he ‘snapped’ a dagger out of the dark cleric's waist —— and Lady suddenly hit a spiritual, finally realizing that death was approaching. But he didn't expect Conrad to ask a word, asshole. He was a Tian Ding clan, descendant of the knight Marco, after Eruin had truly inherited a long time of nobility. He struggled and immediately felt the cold blade of the dagger around his neck.

No, he doesn't want to die.

At the last minute, Reddy finally revealed a sense of despair, and the will to fight in his eyes naturally disappeared. None of this could escape the young captain's eyes, and Conrad immediately retracted the dagger and pulled the mask off the young man with the white hair and asked, "Do you want to die? ”

Reddy opened his mouth and tried to say a few harsh words, but he found himself shaking and couldn't say a word, and finally he nodded in silence - but suddenly he reacted and shook his head. Then he felt his face warm and dry, not because of his weakness, but because he was scared that he couldn't even hear each other.

What a disgrace.

“Let me ask you a question.” Conrad stood up and looked down at the young man: "Another group of people with you, how many of them were there and in what direction. ”

When Reddy stayed, if the demon wanted him to reveal some core information about the Grey Wolf mercenary regiment, he thought he might not have been able to wipe it out for a while. But now that you mention the walker, it is with the enemy. At one time, this young man with white hair subconsciously drew a distance from each other, and hidden these people as a group. He thinks he's not a surrender. He's just cooperating with each other.

The guy dared to teach him a lesson.

He bites his teeth and thinks.

“They left northeast before you attacked. There were fifteen men, led by a young man, about your age as a captain, and two women with him. He has twelve guards...” Reddy stopped: “They all seem to be at least silver strong, which I learned by eavesdropping on the Captain's conversation with Lord Buga. ”

He said in no small detail, even without Connor's reminder, that he had systematically betrayed Brando. If Brando were here, he'd probably be pissed off. He just punched the guy, and Conrad kicked him like a dog, and the guy seemed to forget a clean one by now.

Conrad glanced at each other with the dark priest beside him. (To be continued, please go to www.qidian.com for more chapters, support the author, and support authentic reading!)