The King's Follower [Rebirth]

After a period of investigation, they finally determined that there were three assassins lurking in the barracks this time, and they were all trapped in the church. This was why Edward dared to leave the church alone to find a safe place.

Because there is no transformation into a beast, and the church is a stone structure, it is very sound-proof, so the sound of the orcs fighting does not spread too far. Once you leave the church and stand outside, you can hardly hear any sound.Edward walked quickly through the open space outside the church. The major general arranged for him to meet him, but there was still a certain distance from the church. They didn't dare to arrange too many people to wait in the church for fear that the assassins would be alert to their existence. Originally, there had to be someone to escort him out of the church, but these three assassins were more difficult to deal with than they thought, and now Edward could only leave by himself.

After a while, after these assassins are subdued, Edward will pretend to be seriously injured and sue the king for the persecution of the church as a victim. A dying divinely favored person can always get more sympathy from the people and is more willing to believe What he said, although war is immoral, the reason for the war must be high-sounding enough.

Suddenly, with a bang, the door of the church and the wall on which the door was inlaid were knocked open, stone bricks splashed everywhere, and hit the ground with a dull and loud sound.An assassin transformed into a beast and broke through the door. He was desperate, he had nothing else to do, his life had been left behind by him, and now he only wanted to complete the task of killing Edward.

Edward looked back, and immediately ran forward. The land was empty without any shelter. It would be easy for the orcs to kill him.The rest of the people also turned into animal shapes one by one, put aside their scruples, and devoted themselves to the battle with all their strength.The movement here immediately woke up the entire barracks, and the soldiers on guard ran towards the scene of the incident. Edward saw several shadows that were getting bigger and bigger in the sky, and on the ground, the figures of several orcs were in the camp room. flashed.He needs to get out of here quickly.

A desolate and desperate howl sounded from behind him, and swayed like a cold current in the silent night sky, passed through Edward's body, and caused a shiver on his back.Edward couldn't help but glance back.

A black panther over three meters tall, wearing scales, was staring at Edward's direction with his silver eyes. His body was already covered with large and small wounds, and there was a long, hideous wound on his side waist. It seemed to be fatal wounds, these wounds were bleeding, and his black scales had already been stained red.A griffin clasped his thighs with its hawk-clawed claws, pulling him away from Edward.

Edward only took one look, then turned his head and continued to run. In front of him, an orc in uniform was running towards him, and that was also his protector.Edward breathed a sigh of relief. As sub-orcs, sports are indeed not their forte. After only running for tens of meters, he felt that his legs were a bit heavy.

Suddenly, a terrified expression appeared on the face of the soldier running towards Edward. Edward had no time to think, but the hair on the back of his neck had already stood up, which was a harbinger of danger, but he had no idea what he should do Avoid the danger because it's all too fast and all reactions are knee-jerk.And as a sub-orc man who has no ability to protect himself, he has no other choice but to continue running forward at this moment.

Everything happened in an instant, and in the next second, Edward found himself falling face down on the ground, with a smell of wet soil in his nose, he felt a pain on his face, and his knee seemed to be split.

"My God! My God! Olgon La!" someone screamed.

"Call the doctor! A sub-orc is injured! Call the doctor!"

Who is this talking about?Is it me?Edward propped his body up on his elbows in a daze, and then he saw a scene that made his blood freeze: Philip was lying on the ground, a huge ice pick was inserted into his back, piercing through his whole body, and in the Around them, there were scattered icicles that had been inserted obliquely into the ground, or that had been broken.

"My God..." Edward crawled over with hands and feet. He felt that his limbs had lost their intuition, and he just crawled forward subconsciously, "Philip..." He heard his voice trembling, "Philip... Open your eyes and look at me..." He didn't dare to touch the boy with his hands, so he could only call his name over and over again.

The ice pick had indeed penetrated Philip's body. He could only lie on his side on the ground, his chest with a big hole heaved and heaved slightly. Ten seconds later, he opened his eyes.His face was completely bloodless, like a lily that fell from a branch, exuding an undeniable dead air, but his eyes were bright and scorching, like two burning flames, And the rest of his life was fuel for that flame.

"Edward...Your Excellency..." His voice was breathless, but he still did not forget the honorific title.

Edward held his hand, and that hand had lost its temperature, and Edward could feel the softness of life being lost from his palm bit by bit.He knew that everything was hopeless, and the only thing waiting for the young orc man who had just grown up in front of him was death.

"Please let me pray for you." Edward whispered, Philip is a devout believer, he must hope that he can complete a prayer of repentance before he dies.

"I'm very happy..." Philip's voice was almost whispering, and the corner of his mouth curled into a shallow arc, "Please...forgive me...I used to...don't believe that you are..." He took a sharp breath, When he spit it out again, the dead air on his face became more serious, "But... these days... I think you are... being able to protect you... It's my... honor..."

Edward bit his lower lip, tears welling in his eyes.Guilt pierced deeply into his heart, and he was in such pain that it was difficult to breathe.The child really thought that he was the favored of the gods. With the fearlessness and devotion to sacrifice for Orgonla, he pushed himself away, letting the ice pick stick on his body, lying on the ground in pain, waiting to die.

"Don't cry..." Philip clenched his hand slightly, but the strength was too weak, like a gust of wind blowing through his fingers, making it almost unfeelable, "I will... be pulled by... God attendant... personally... pick up the heavenly..."

On the other side, the assassin had been subdued, and the trainee priests who heard the movement all ran out and surrounded Philip.The doctor in the army came over to take a look, and shook his head at everyone in pain. The cry immediately leaked from the fingers covering their mouths.It's not that they haven't seen death, but they have never seen such a tragic scene.

The teacher who led the team was also red-eyed, but he was well-informed after all, so he calmed down quickly, and said softly: "Don't cry, death is not the end, but the beginning. Your Excellency Philip is about to end his tempering in the world. Return to the gardens of Orgunra in the divine light. Let us pray for him."

Everyone knelt down.Edward didn't move, he still held Philip's hand.The flame in the boy's eyes dimmed, and he looked back into Edward's eyes, his lips moving slightly.Edward knew what he was saying: "Please pray for me." He was saying it.

So he tore off the Golden Ring Dragon from his chest and stuffed it into his palm, "O Supreme Orgunra." He read, "We entrust this piece of noble and pure soul to your hands..."

Philip's eyes moved upwards slowly, and finally stopped in the dark blue sky. As if he saw something, the flames in his eyes suddenly brightened again.

"May endless glory be yours forever..." He murmured, his expression soft and joyful, with a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth, then he closed his eyes and stopped breathing.

Everyone cried loudly.Although the priest should see through life and death, knowing that death is just the damage of the body and the soul will last forever, but it is impossible for everyone not to be sad.Ten minutes ago, they had prayed before going to bed together in the church and sang a hymn together, but now, a companion Jing has lost his life, lying on the ground soundlessly, bleeding all over the place.

The soldiers waiting on the side stepped forward and wanted to lift Philip's body. They wanted to take the ice pick out of his body and sew him up. There would be a funeral in the future. Philip wanted to maintain a decent appearance as much as possible. , Say goodbye to everyone.

"Please let go of his hand." A soldier said softly.

Edward nodded, but he had lost control of his opponent, and he couldn't let go.Perhaps he was subconsciously hinting to himself that if he let go, it meant that Philip was really gone.

"Don't do this." The team leader choked out a sob, walked to his side and hugged him in his arms, "Don't do this, good boy, let him go."

The major general came over, carefully separated his hand, and held his arm to help him up: "Go back and rest." He put his arm around Edward's shoulder to prevent him from falling, "We'll talk about everything tomorrow."

Edward nodded. Something was about to move in his chest, like a bubble that was on the verge of limit, and it would explode with a slight movement.

He took a staggering step, and then took another step, and before his feet landed on the third step, the air bubble finally burst, darkness struck, and Edward fainted.