Lord of War

  The night is full, the sky is cloudless tonight, the stars are shining under the clear night sky, and the full moon shines as if the whole world is covered with silver yarn.

  Hazy, but extraordinarily charming.

  In a simple camp, a middle-aged man frowned.

   "Boss, bear with me." A young man said softly.

  The middle-aged man nodded, then gritted his teeth.

The young man held a small knife in his right hand, and then gently pierced the middle-aged man's right rib. This action made the middle-aged man let out a muffled grunt, his face paled, and a lot of sweat began to emerge from his forehead. . The young man clenched his lower lip and started to move his right hand. The knife was like cutting a steak, making a cut in the middle-aged man's right rib.

  Blood gushing from the wound.

"Boss, bear with me." The young man raised his head and glanced at the middle-aged man, and found that his face was beginning to pale. He put down the knife, pacified again in a low voice, and then held his right hand on a broken bar. , "I'm going to pull it out."

  "Pull!" The middle-aged man made a low voice similar to the roar of a beast.

"three two!"

The young man counted in a low voice, but he didn't say the word "one", so he suddenly exerted force with his right hand. He only heard a small sound of "puff", and a broken rod with an arrow was pulled by the young man. When he came out, he also brought out a blood arrow and shot out.

  The middle-aged man, as if he had been hit hard, let out a deeper roar in his throat, his face pale as paper.

  The young man hurriedly threw the arrow away, quickly took out the ointment he had prepared on the side and applied it, and then began to wrap the bandage. Not long afterwards, the blood of the wound was finally stopped, but the injury was quite deep. Although it did not hurt the bones and internal organs, it would take at least a month or even longer to heal completely.

   "Huh." The middle-aged man exhaled a suffocating breath. Although his face was still pale, his spirit was obviously better than before.

  "Fortunately, the arrow is not poisoned." The young man said in a deep voice, "Otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

  The middle-aged man did not speak, but turned his head and looked at everything around him, his expression obviously starting to become a little ugly.

  This simple camp has no fences, not even tents and sleeping bags. Everyone can only sleep on the ground. But this is not a problem. The real problem is that there are a lot of wounded soldiers in the camp. The middle-aged men don’t need to think about it. There are at least two hundred wounded soldiers. Although most of them are only slightly injured, there are also some people. The problem is really serious, I'm afraid I can't make it through tonight.

  This group is the White Wing Mercenary Group that left the trading capital.

  The original team of 3,000 people now has less than 500 people left. If the wounded part is removed, there are probably only more than 200 people left who still have the ability to fight.

  The middle-aged man did not understand why they encountered such a strong attack and chase when they entered the border of the Kingdom of Darbion. This is completely illogical.

  In fact, this middle-aged man really couldn’t understand.

The border of the Kingdom of Darbion, which crosses to the Tonisian Nation, has been crushed by Alfred last time. Under pressure from the northern aristocracy, the Kingdom of Darbion has dispatched an army. Come stationed. Therefore, the behavior of the White-winged Mercenary Corps crossing the border was naturally misunderstood by the Darbion Kingdom. Coupled with the cowardice of the Boulder family and the defeat of the four thousand nobles’ coalition forces, the Darbion Kingdom felt its face. No light, so the White Wing Mercenary Corps was regarded as the reinforcements of the Marquis of Tonis, and naturally carried out a fierce sweep.

  I have to say that the White Wing Mercenary Corps does have some strength.

  Three thousand soldiers faced the 30,000 garrisons of the Kingdom of Darbion, and they were able to find a way out. It was really not easy.

  Of course, the price is that the entire White Wing Mercenary Corps has basically been maimed, and it is absolutely impossible to set off any more storms. As the core members of the Principality of Lembel, there are only two of them left-the middle-aged man with white temples was seriously injured in a fierce battle. Knowing that there is probably no hope of alive, he resolutely led a thousand. A severely injured mercenary was responsible for the break and gave others a chance to escape.

  It is also fortunate that the leader of the White Wing Mercenary Corps was so desperately killed, otherwise the entire White Wing Mercenary Corps might really be completely destroyed.

  It’s just this moment.

  The middle-aged man sighed and touched his saber.

  His weapon is a heavy knife. According to the military knife, the blade is only about one meter long and has a small arc, so that it can speed up when swinging. In terms of combat effectiveness alone, he can rank in the top five in the entire core circle of White Wing mercenaries, but as those who are stronger than him die one after another, he is now well-deserved number one, just this number one. Head, it's really ridiculous.

  Because his strength was only just entering the upper rank of silver, he was promoted in this inexplicable war.

   "Boss?" The young man seemed to be aware of the changes in the aura of the middle-aged man, and said with some confusion.

   "It's nothing, I just miss home." The middle-aged man smiled, "Are you homesick?"

   "Boss, where did I come from." The young man smiled bitterly, "If you didn't take the boss to take me home, I would have died."

  The middle-aged man froze for a moment, and then said: "Everyone will have a home in their heart.... The head of the group has it, and I have it, so you should have it too."

  "Boss?" The young man didn't seem to understand the meaning of this sentence.

"It's nothing, I just want to go home." The middle-aged man lifted the heavy knife, then stuck it on the ground, and stood up on his body. The young man on the side hurriedly reached out to support the middle-aged man. At this moment, he really is. It is extremely weak, "Even if you cannot find a home in the future, it does not matter, but you must find your own faith.... Only by having faith can you have strength, so to me, home is my faith."

  The young man nodded as if he did not understand.

  The middle-aged man didn’t seem to expect the young man to understand immediately. He just carried a heavy knife, and then walked forward: "Head, I’m sorry."

  ...This is a very common small house in Baige Town, not too big, but very clean and tidy.

  Elsie lives here.

  But Elsie is not alone in the house at this moment.

  Sean and Cecilia are also there.

  But at this moment, they are helping Elsie tidy up and organize things. Their movements are very skillful, and they are very clear about what should be brought and what should not be brought, and the things that are organized and summarized are also well classified. Originally, Elsie had prepared more than a dozen boxes, but after being sorted out by Sean and Cecilia, there were only three boxes left.

   "I can't tell, you guys are really amazing." Elsie said sincerely.

   "Hehe, I said we were mercenaries before, do you believe it?"

   "Believe." Elsie nodded, "No matter what you say, I believe it."

  Cecilia snickered, and Sean could only helplessly shook his head: "Don't wait for tomorrow?"

"Cassius has come back, waiting for me outside the town, I won't wait for tomorrow." Elsie shook his head. He looked a lot more decisive than before, and he seemed very confident. This It is indeed a good thing for Elsie, but Sean always feels a little subtle and strange, "Sean, these days, thank you."

"Do you still need to be polite with me?" Xiao En laughed, "Actually, I still think that being a believer in the goddess of ice and winter is a very good choice. And you will become the head of the Knights in the future, which is very good to me. It's profitable. When I fight with others, I will not only have a priesthood, but also a temple knights. Think about it, who would dare to fight me then? I'm simply invincible."

"Don't forget the White Wing Knights of the Saint-Joles Empire." Elsie retorted mercilessly. "That's a true army of fanatics. I have never been afraid of sacrifice. I have no confidence to be able to Fight them."

  "Really don't think about it again?" Sean still seemed a little unwilling to give up.

  "This is Elsie's belief." Cecilia said helplessly, "Sean, don't interfere with other people's beliefs."

  Sean is a little at a loss. He is an atheist. For him, belief is not as solid as principle.

Elsie didn’t know what Sean was thinking. She just looked at Sean’s dazed expression, so she continued, "I want to know what kind of person my mother is. In my impression, she is the only one left. It’s gentleness, but I always feel more than that. So I decided no matter how hard it is, I must go to the headquarters of the Twilight Goddess Church. I think only there can I truly understand my mother."

   Hearing Elsie's words, Sean could only sigh helplessly. At this moment, he completely gave up the idea of ​​wooing Elsie: "Don't worry, you will become a very good Templar knight in the future."

  Sean knew that his golden eye would never go wrong. Elsie is indeed very suitable for being a priest. If Elsie’s profession is not for a knight, Sean would actually like to suggest that Elsie should be a priest at all, just look at Elsie. With a firm will, Sean dispelled this idea. In fact, if Elsie was really willing to believe in the goddess of ice and winter, Sean would bet he would grow faster.

  But unfortunately, Elsie has found her own faith.

  Elsie expressed her heartfelt thanks: "Sean, you make me believe that there are still good people in this world.... Sean, you are really a good person."

  Sean's heart suddenly twitched, and the expression on his face was a little weird: he actually received a good person card!

  And it's a good person card sent to him by a man!

   "Sean is indeed a good person." Cecilia made up for it unceremoniously.

  So Xiao En looked at these two people helplessly, really didn't know what to say, so he could only silently lower his head and continue to help Elsie pack things up.

   Soon, when everything was packed, Elsie did not stay here anymore, but went out with her things. Outside the door, there is already a carriage waiting. This is a gift from Sean to Elsie. The coachman has also prepared. After watching Elsie wave goodbye, he got into the carriage and left, with Sean’s face. Finally revealed a bit of regret.

   "What's wrong?" Cecilia asked.

   "Cecilia, do you have faith?" Sean asked.

   "You know, magicians have never believed in gods." Cecilia replied without hesitation.

"I'm not talking about the faith of the gods, but the faith in your heart." Sean said softly, "I once heard someone say that faith is the source of strength, and those who have faith will have the motivation to move forward... Al Xi used to think about how to make money and get his territory, but what happened this time may have hit him very hard. I saw the extreme desire for power hidden in my eyes, and I was afraid that he would go astray."

   "So you want to keep him in the territory?" Cecilia blinked and said with a look of surprise.

"Goddess Twilight is not a kind god, I only hope that Elsie's belief in his heart is strong enough to make his will strong enough." Sean shook his head helplessly, "So, Cecilia, do you have faith? ?"

   "If it's the motivation and source that keeps getting stronger, I have it too." Cecilia said seriously.

   "What is it?" Sean asked.

"secret."

  Cecilia looked at Sean with a playful smile, but silently said in her heart: I can help you, which is my greatest belief.