Frost Wings

"Why? You're not that kind of person! Jonker!" Lack roared and swung his sword to block the horde of zombies coming towards him.

These zombies have just died, their limbs have not been corrupted, and they are directly controlled by high-level ghosts. They are fast and agile, and can also extract some martial arts from their brain cells.

Baron Lack only became out of breath after fighting for seven or eight rounds. Although his strong physique and blessings made him able to resist most magic, the indirect physical impact caused by spells was not immune to him. In the explosion just now, the internal organs were strongly shaken, and blood overflowed from the corners of the mouth.

He tried to activate the props, but found that the things on his body had malfunctioned at some point. Out of the corner of his vision, he caught a little boy with white hair and red eyes - he was standing in the middle of a group of ghosts guiding spells, and the baron's whole body was equipped with local tyrants. Gradually dimmed, only the greatsword still glowed with flame.

If the state is good, Baron Lack is not afraid of such restrictions. As a top fighter in the system close to level 20, it is a bit exaggerated to fight one hundred to one hundred, but it is not impossible to fight a small wound to break out of the siege, but at this time Fatigue and physical and mental pain tormented him, and he could only be submerged in rotten flesh and dry bones in prostration.

He didn't know when his great sword disappeared. He tried his best to stick his body out of the corpse pile, and the blood dyed his hair red: "Is power so important to you?"

"The reason? You don't know anything, Dad." Jonk took out a stack of things from his arms with red eyes: "Look, this is a letter written by Norma to me, do you remember Norma?"

"It's... Old Tucker's butler's child, you taught her about spells, didn't she go to Yaba? I remember you planted a manor's violets one autumn in order to find Yaba's portal." Baron Lack was a little confused. : "She is still contacting you?"

"Yes, we kept in touch every year until half a year ago. I thought she was going to fly away and no longer remember me, the cowardly and incompetent young master! But I was wrong!! She still remembers me! It's the one The **** bitch's subordinates intercepted her letter!" Jonker roared, his hand shaking while holding the letter: "That old **** is unforgivable! She deserves to die!"

"You like her? It's been almost ten years since you were separated." Baron Lack groaned, suddenly realizing that he didn't know the inner world of his son.

"Yes, I still miss her, and this kind of worry has turned into a fear now." Jonker murmured with erratic eyes: "I am afraid that the distance between me and her is getting farther and farther, Dad. , before that **** cut me off from her, her letter told me that she was already an 8th level wizard, you probably don't know very well where this level of wizards is in the wizarding class, she's only ten years old this year Nine years old!"

He recounted in a calm tone: "In the future, she will become an archmage admired by everyone and a guest of honorable people. What will I become? A crappy novelist? A low-level wizard with no hope of development? Or occupy a few acres of land. To be a small farmer? A little scribe for a nobleman? That **** wants to turn me into a **** and I'll become a eunuch, Dad, that's the future you've planned for me, isn't it?"

"Power can't bring love, my son," said Baron Lark bitterly.

"But love needs capital to maintain, Dad, this is what you taught me. You never let me associate with all the so-called 'inferior people' you call me. You always say it's for the honor of the family. I know, my That's how many friends are sent to faraway places by you, just because they 'teach me bad', either intentionally or not, right? If Norma hadn't left, you'd have tried to get her out too, because my future wife doesn't Possibly a commoner. All of this tells me that my sincere emotions are vulnerable to power." Jonker said calmly: "If I can't have the same 'power' as Norma, then the gap between me and her will only be It's getting bigger and bigger, even if we truly love each other, the reality will eventually let us recognize everything, and eventually part ways, this is the reality."

"I have always been clear that I, Jonker Varage, are a mediocre, weak and incompetent person," a dark cloud floated over, the stars and the moon were gradually obscured, and the darkness concealed Master Jonker's face: "I don't have the qualifications to search for it. The deepest mystery of arcane art is impossible to become a brave knight like you, Dad, tell me: besides power, what else can I pursue?!"

"I can't lose Norma! If I lose my title, my dignified identity and the power in my hands, I can't imagine what I can do as a bereaved dog to welcome her feelings!" Jonker burst into tears Shouted: "Dad, your opinion has always been right, I am incompetent and cowardly, for the so-called family glory, I am indeed not qualified to inherit your title, but I can't lose everything that will be lost with the loss of power, I , can't leave it anymore!

Even if it is to make a deal with the devil, even if it is a conspiracy that everyone despises, I will get it! For this reason, I would not hesitate to fall into the abyss of hell! "

"So you'd rather split your family?" Baron Lack said painfully.

"It's you, my dad, who has been breaking up the family relationship." Jonker seemed to calm down from his excitement: "You found that woman, you alienated me, and you acquiesced to her to deal with me, you didn't do it all. Is it? Dad, you attach so much importance to family honor, and our family is of secondary importance to you. You probably won't think about how I would feel in this state, and what kind of miserable end I would have in the future. Maybe you've thought about it, but I know you too well Dad, you can't think of as much as that **** can think of."

Baron Lack groaned, and the valley fell into peace for a while. Suddenly, Baron Lack let out a hoarse laugh: "Hahahaha, that's what it is, I was wrong, Jonker, it seems that I was really wrong."

"Dad, you did nothing wrong, everything is my fault, it's my **** for power, please blame me." Jonker lowered his head and said.

"No, my son, you should remember your grandfather, my father, who chased away my uncle and killed my uncle for the inheritance. I was a ten-year-old at the time, and I see With my uncle and my cousin lying in a pool of blood, you should be able to understand my mood at that time! When I walked outside, it seemed that all the civilians and nobles in Binghong City were pointing at me. My father is a usurper, a murderer of blood relatives. And I will finally bear the consequences of his sins, how unwilling I am!

Aristocrats should be role models for the people, both in morality and behavior. Baron Lack laughed hoarsely, his whole body was paralyzed in the sea of ​​blood, and he seemed to be laughing at his own thoughts: "In order to restore the glory of the family, I worked hard to perform my duties, and the numerous achievements have witnessed my efforts and persistence. , I watched the family's reputation gradually prosper, I didn't expect... I didn't expect to face such a thing in the end! Family affection and honor are vulnerable in the face of power! Hahahaha my son, thank you for really confirming this to me, sure enough I was wrong, you and your grandfather were right, hahaha! Dirty! Despicable! The so-called glory and glory of the family are all illusions! fake! "

"Don't do this, Dad." Jonk couldn't bear to hear some kind of despair of disillusionment from the baron's laughter.

"Jonk! My son, I don't know what you did in the city, but I can guess now. I don't know how much you paid for the support of that old fox in Rudd, but I I think it will not be too low, dare to pay the price, you have grown enough, although it is the family who actually pays the price." Baron Lack took a deep breath: "I admit that you are qualified for my son, you are qualified enough to be a nobleman , although not the kind of aristocrat I hoped, but——

——Don't let my eyes continue to witness this ugly and abominable future! "

He roared and stood up from the sea of ​​blood on the mountain of corpses.

His robe was torn, and the armor on his body was dull, but he exuded an aura that was too powerful to be approached.

The corpse that weighed heavily on him splattered and scattered like fireworks exploded, and the horse under Jonker let out a neigh of fear and backed away.

Lightning passed from the sky, illuminating his tall, blood-soaked body, and he spoke, his voice seemed to be mixed with the thunder of the sky:

"My son, I believe you made this decision after a difficult choice. It's a kind of courage, but it's not enough."

"It's courage to make choices and face the consequences.

It is also a kind of courage to be willing to bear the eternal questioning from the depths of the heart.

Dare to make sacrifices in exchange for what you want, this is of course courage.

My son, I have always hoped that you have courage, and I hope you will have more courage now. I am a failed father, but I also hope that you will show real courage. "

He turned to the white-haired boy who cast the spell, raised the great sword high, the pure white holy flame penetrated into the blood-red luster, this is the boiling life force.

In addition to being highly skilled, high-level warriors have a huge advantage over low-level warriors. It is their control of the flesh.

Overdrafting vitality to reach 'rushing valley~www.wuxiahere.com~ control detailed muscles and exert force to show 'internal force', adjust breathing to brew 'internal breath', these are a bit like otherworldly kung fu things, on the body of any senior warrior in this world All show.

Perhaps there is no profound theoretical system, but he is no stranger to such a powerful warrior as Baron Lack.

Jonker was still a little unclear, but Baihe saw what this warrior was going to do.

He blocked the front with the force field wall, and squinted at this soldier who had already run out of fuel in the continuous battle:

"If you insist on launching this attack, you will die, baron."

"I know you, the white dragon of eight leaves, I have heard of what you did in the Eastern Territory.

My son sent you to the temple of power. It seems that the wisdom of magic has not made you kind. Baron Lack smiled: "My son was pulled into the abyss of sin by you twice, well, maybe it should be like this now, but..."

"Evil and cunning devil, the culprit! Go to hell!"

"No!" The awakened Jonker screamed and rushed over.

His eyes widened, he jumped high and launched the jump hack, the white dragon raised his eyebrows secretly, sure enough, the warrior's ultimate move was the jump hack?

He changed back to his original shape like lightning, watching the force field wall being split in half without any pressure, he used his claws and wings to block the lightning strike, and the thick shield and power absorption spell were greatly removed. The power of this blow was lost, but the blade was still deeply embedded in the right arm and half of the white dragon's wing.

A large amount of dragon blood spurted out, Baron Lack smiled in the blood rain, his tall body slipped from the dragon and fell to the ground.