Arad's crooked savior

"In recent times, I have consulted many classics, and finally I was able to trace the time when the magic gun appeared to eleven years ago. This is a very sensitive time."

Shiku's eyes were sharp, mixed with a ray of unquenchable anger. He also saw the "sugar cane forest".

Although the magic spearmen can devour each other and become stronger, they are actually suffering from the violent backlash of the magic spear, so there is a sense of sympathy for each other.

Very few people would do the extreme thing of hunting down the same kind of people. Only people like Max, who were obsessed with power, would do it.

But now, that mysterious farmer actually sniped at nearly a hundred magic gunners on the only way to the defense line. This is absolutely unforgivable!

"Let me think about it, eleven years ago...it was not that the Four Sword Saints became famous in one battle, and..., but since he deliberately hunted us, it means that he must know us very well, otherwise, there is no need to do this .”

After finishing speaking, Gerald shouldered his halberd and invited him to ask if he wanted to be a companion for a while. The farmer was quite difficult to deal with.

When he was still in the imperial army, he had heard the name of Shiku, the champion of a certain imperial arena, but the opponent neglected to fight and finally chose to return home with wealth.

Later, this man was wanted on the Empire's wanted list because he hunted and killed a noble of the Empire and stole certain documents and secrets.

However, now he is in Belmare, and he has the Empire's most wanted notice.

"Okay, let's chase."

………

"Uh... why do each of those seeds have the desire to resist? Didn't you say that they are all your children?"

Esla gasped and sat on a flat rock with a clear small pool next to it. He simply washed the wound on his arm with water. The sun was shining above his head, but he was full of confusion.

Over the years, he has painstakingly run a violent raiding team, portraying the "apostle" as a savior similar to a priestly god who can save all injustice and bring truth.

Also, to fight against another apostle who is higher than the sky.

He thought he was not wrong, but he always felt that something was wrong, such as the rebellious nature of those seeds.

He was originally a farmer, working hard all day long to make a living, but he was still poor.

"It seems." Esla whispered.

Eleven years ago, Bellemare was just like now. There was no rain for a long time, food production was reduced, and his only relative, his mother, was also seriously ill.

He had no choice but to seek help from the principality, but what he received in return was disregard and contempt. In the end, his only relative was buried under the loess.

Just when he was confused and like a zombie, angry and miserable, he wanted to place his soul on God, but God did not give him any revelation.

He was angry, angry about why the principality didn't lend a helping hand, even a word of comfort. He was ashamed, ashamed of his own incompetence and failure to let his mother live a good life.

Day after day, while he was numbly cultivating a field, the snake whispering in the darkness of the abyss found his soul.

"Everything is fate, everything is for the truth, everything is for a perfect enough world, then..."

Esla bandaged her wound, and her eyes hidden under the mask became firm again. Instead of being in this confusion, it was better to find an answer by herself.

To Azeroth, to the Trial Blade, and to... the apostle who is portrayed as the savior!

About ten minutes after he left, Gerald and Shiku quickly appeared next to the rock with a mountain spring and picked up a bloody rag and the blood stains on the brown stone that had not yet dried.

"Lost, the blood trail is broken."

Shiku stared at the blood stains, his eyes couldn't help but reveal a look of disbelief. You must know that the wound punctured by the magic spear will cause bleeding and be attacked by terrible illusions.

But since then, there has been no trace of the other party at all, which is really surprising.

…………

Hutton Mar

There were crowds of people at the city gate, and whispers and noises could be heard constantly, but since there were no people shouting, it didn't feel very noisy.

Today is the day when Her Majesty Queen Skadi returns. The guards have already rushed back to Hutton Mar in advance to organize manpower to maintain order.

The queen does not want to disturb people's livelihood, but the dignity of the head of a country must still be shown.

The not-so-long journey from the city gate to the city hall is estimated to take about an hour, taking into account the lively welcome from the people.

She has toured many cities and is already familiar with this kind of scene, but it is indeed an opportunity to get in touch with the people.

Guards in pure white silver armor lined up on both sides of the motorcade, and riding a horse at the front was the Queen's confidant and bodyguard, Knight Lobach.

There were still a few kilometers away from Hutton Mar, and the outline of the "Free City" could barely be seen. Skadi, who was resting in the carriage, was already impatient and blushing slightly.

I don’t know if that heartless bastard has returned from the devil world.

She gently touched her soft, blanket-like belly under the black skirt. Many nice children's names flashed through her mind. She hesitated and blushed secretly. The holy and proud queen was no different from ordinary shy girls at this moment.

The motorcade came to a slow stop, and Lobach raised his hand to signal a guard to go ahead and ask the farmer standing in the middle of the road to make way for the motorcade.

A silver-armored guard walked forward quickly, while secretly holding the hilt of the sword at his waist, and said dissatisfied: "Hey, citizens of the principality, please give way and go aside."

I don’t blame him for his bad tone. The clean and spacious mainland is clean and tidy, but you stand alone in the middle of the road without moving aside, and you don’t move even when you see the convoy. You feel there is something wrong no matter what.

The farmer made no move, and the guard shouted again, while becoming more vigilant.

After the second time, the farmer slowly raised his head, revealing half of his purple potato-colored face, and asked: "Queen, are you in this train?"

Zheng~

The guard drew his sword, and other guards on both sides of the convoy quickly protected the carriage, taking a defensive posture, drawing their swords and holding their shields, showing excellent soldier qualities.

However, Esla just waved his hand briefly, and the soldier in front of him flew backwards several meters, fell to the side of the road and rolled several times.

A huge sword suddenly slashed head-on. Lobach jumped up high and smashed the opponent's front door with the force of splitting the mountain.

Esla wanted to knock the opponent away with a casual swing, but she didn't expect that the opponent's body surged with a force of blood and broke through his blockade. The giant sword deflected and smashed down, shattering a large piece of concrete pavement.

"Ghost hands?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he still remembered that the taciturn mercenary Rosenberg also had a ghost hand, but it was gray.

But Rosenberg, after listening to his order, used the holy relic to snipe the Trial Blade, but unfortunately he died.

"Who are you?"

Lobach was cautious. She felt a terrible pressure from this farmer. The hundreds of soldiers accompanying him were probably not his enemies together.

The Queen's motorcade was stopped outside the city, and the other party was definitely not a kind person!

"Queen, it seems she is on this train. I have something to ask her."

"There is a public opinion collection box in the city hall. You can go and drop a letter. It is a big crime to block the Queen!"

Lobach's eyes were fixed on the mysterious farmer. If the opponent made any threatening moves again, she would immediately launch an attack. If she was defeated, she would untie the ghost hand and gain the tyrannical power of Kazan.

The movements of her fingers hinted at command, and some people took the queen on a detour to Hutton Mar for help, while the professionals and above stayed to fight to the death.

"Lobach, stand down."

Unexpectedly, Queen Skadi, who was as elegant and calm as a black rose, actually took the initiative to step out of the carriage and waved her guard to put away their swords.

"Queen..." Lobach was anxious, but saw Skadi shaking his head.

"Dear strong man, I am the Queen of the Principality of Belmare, Skadi Night Baroan Marr. I would like to say hello to you. Is there anything you need my help with?"

She calmly confessed her identity, and there was no trace of panic on her noble face. The reason why she dared to get out of the car was because the soldier who was shot away seemed to be fine.