Proof of the Sun King

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Ryan quickly gave up drawing his sword.

Because he could feel the powerful magic energy gathering in the last position of the caravan.

The sorceress strikes.

After a long time of preparation, the sorceress finally gathered enough mana. Different from the blue ice magic energy before, this time the magic power condensed around Teresa's body reappeared a dazzling golden red.

"The heart is screaming!!!"

The mountains trembled and the forests trembled.

This is the strongest spell currently mastered by Senator Garland, the seventh-ring spiritual magic, the roar of the mind.

A sense of fear from the depths of the soul pierced the nerves of all the survivors of the caravan like a needle.

Several arcs of light surrounded Teresa's beautiful figure, and then swept the entire forest in all directions with her as the center, and the golden-red ripples swept across the woods and the land, and all the torches were extinguished in an instant. In the tsunami, all the beastmen who rushed into the camp squatted down holding their heads in pain, the golden-red lightning in the sea of ​​consciousness burned their souls, and many horned beasts even threw their weapons on the ground in pain, and even more so. The weak Wicked Beasts, Chaos Warhounds, and Razor Beasts even lost their resistance, and their fragile heads exploded like balloons, exploding countless bloodstains.

Everyone in the caravan was also seriously affected. The weak mercenaries also covered their heads and wailed. Only the elites could endure the strong mental shock and reluctantly act. Taking this opportunity, Roster and Ike, etc. People covered their heads and killed the Beastmen who had lost their resistance in the camp.

"Quick! My magic won't last long!" Teresa turned pale, she hurriedly shouted at Ryan, and then urged the mercenaries and guards: "Quick, hurry up!"

"Oooooo~~~" As soon as the sorceress finished speaking, a high-pitched roar came from the depths of the forest. In the darkness, a **** battle flag was raised from the dense coniferous forest. This battle flag was completely made of human skin. A human head hangs from the top of the battle flag.

This kind of roar seems to be able to penetrate people's hearts. The caravan members who were planning to chase felt a deep sense of fear. A cold feeling penetrated into the bone marrow throughout the body. They couldn't help but slow down and were afraid to move forward, like a forest. There is a terrible presence in the depths.

"Ah?!" Estelle took a closer look and shouted in a trembling voice, "That's it?"

"What is that?" Rost clutched his ribs, it was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"That's the head of the Druid, the tree planter died, his skin was made into a banner, and his head became a trophy!" The half-elf has dark vision, but he would rather not have such ability now.

The terrifying sight made his already tired body lose the fighting spirit to pursue.

After hearing the roar, all the beasts who were not dead and in a daze were shocked. They dropped their weapons and struggled to escape back into the forest. The sound gradually faded away. When the sound disappeared at the farthest point, Ryan. He felt an extremely filthy and chaotic sight swept across his body, and then disappeared without a trace.

"What is that? The Great Demon of Chaos? If it is, then none of us can survive." Ryan could feel that the terrifying power was full of rage, bloodthirsty and filth, and that thing was probably Uric What is said is unclean.

The enemy is the beastmen war gang who believe in the blood god, which is still within the scope of Ryan's acceptance. The blood god's believers don't like group activities, so Ryan also gave up the pursuit. Going to the forest in the dark environment is no different from hide and seek with the beastmen. Seeking his own death, Ryan returned to the camp when he saw the Beastmen retreat.

A foul smell of blood entered his nostrils.

Yes, the Beastmen retreated.

There is no joy of victory, no wine and no hymn in the camp.

There are only countless corpses on the ground and a messy camp. Lane is struggling to move forward in the sea of ​​​​corpses. He sees a mercenary on the ground next to him. The mercenary's body has several fatal wounds and was eaten. It was a mess, but Ryan recognized him at a glance.

He was Simon who had clashed with Ryan at the dock before. At this time, the little mercenary's scattered eyes said everything.

"Woooooooo~ Simon~ Simon!!! Wake up, wake up, I'm Banda! Get up, we can't stay here for long, get up quickly!" A young figure appeared in the On the corpse, weeping.

"... Banda? Get up, he's dead." Ryan stood behind Banda and said.

The little mercenary ignored him, just kept howling.

The Blood Axe mercenary group suffered heavy losses in this battle, and now there are only a dozen people standing in this mercenary group.

Ryan ignored him, because there was already a fierce quarrel in the crowd gathering place, Wilt stood in front of Teresa, his tone was full of anger and sadness: "Ms. Trovik? You promised me at the beginning. "

"..." Teresa barely stood with Emilia's support, her face was pale and she bit her lip. Facing Wilt's questioning, the sorceress was speechless.

"You promised me back then!!!" Wilt threw down his two-handed sword and rushed down to approach the sorceress's body like a frenzy. The sorceress stepped back subconsciously, and even a trace of unease appeared on her beautiful face :"I have no idea……"

"Okay Wilt, calm down a little bit. We don't want it to happen like this." Ryan quickly stopped Wilt, he could feel the hostility of the mercenaries around him.

"Ms. Trovik, please remember the Blood Axe Mercenary Corps. When we left Winter City, we were full of fifty people, and two stayed behind." Wilt no longer cared about Ryan's identity, and was in his thirties. The deputy commander's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "What about now? We only have thirteen people left, what did you say at the beginning? I need you to be my escort, and I will also use my magic to protect it. you?"

"But what about now? You can't protect yourself, so let our blood axe fill up with our lives?"

"I asked you when I was in Kalzenhaven, and you told us that we would never encounter such a battle again."

"We need an explanation, Ms. Trovik!!!" Wilt leaned up, but was quickly stopped by Ryan, the white wolf knight's face was flat: "Pay attention to your attitude, mercenary! Otherwise I will fulfill my duties. responsibilities.”

Wilt set his eyes on the badge of the White Wolf Knight on Ryan's chest, and after an embarrassing silence, he finally calmed down: "I'm waiting for you to give me an explanation, Ms. Trovik."

"I'll give you, and the blood axe mercenaries behind you, an explanation, Mr. Wilt, but please apologize to me for your previous rudeness, please remember, if it wasn't for my spell, you wouldn't be able to Survive." With Ryan by her side, the sorceress regained her composure, and she gently pushed Emilia away, signaling that she was all right.

"I apologize for that." Wilt walked away without turning his head.

Ryan was waiting to say something, but Teresa gently leaned her body against him and whispered in his ear, "Hold me, my magic power is exhausted."

Ryan nodded, and a strong arm supported the sorceress's arm - even though his body was covered in blood, Teresa just frowned and did not push away. Ryan pulled the sorceress to hide away.

Gray Blade Bilger appeared in front of Oliver, and he said to Oliver in a low hoarse voice: "Gray Blade lost sixteen boys in this battle, we demand sufficient compensation."

"We will pay this amount of money, as agreed." Oliver frowned, the businessman's contractual spirit told him that he must nod at this time, but reason told him that things were not that simple.

"No, it's enough. Compensation." Bilger's face was also very ugly. After this battle, his mercenary group was also severely damaged. He needed to extort more money from the merchant: "Mr. Oliver, the previous price It was the previous price, but now the situation is different, you didn't tell us that there are sea heart stones in the goods, you are cheating, and the gray blade has suffered heavy losses, and we demand the price we deserve."

In other words, he wants to increase the price.

"Berger, this is not in line with the agreement!" Oliver said with difficulty.

"Yes, the situation is different now, Mr. Oliver, if you still want our protection, please add more money." Bilger pressed again, his face full of mania and greed.

After seeing Haixinshi, everyone became greedy.

At the same time, a quarrel broke out between the mercenaries.

"If you hadn't shot to cover him at that time, Simon wouldn't have died!" Banda started the conversation first. He pointed his finger at a caravan guard who was Mather who had been following Oliver.

"What do you know, brat?"

"Enough, it's all your fault!"

"Keep your mouth clean, little bastard!"

The quarrel has intensified, especially after several wandering knights joined, the quarrel gradually escalated: "Mr. Mats, please hand over the sea heart stone, we shed blood to protect you, the sea heart stone should belong to our caravan. Everyone, isn't it?"

"Exactly, Mr. Mats, please hand over the sea heart stone." Several wandering knights approached with swords and shields, speaking illogical words, only Ike stood in the distance, his face full of hesitation .

"Don't even think about it!" As a bodyguard hired by Mats, Estelle stood up as a matter of course and confronted these wandering knights.

The guards guarded Mats in the middle, and on the other side were several wandering knights. Among them, the wandering knight Goodson, whose shoulder was pierced by the beastman, had the craziest expression. It seemed that the injuries on his body were also eroding his nerves. He had already drawn his sword and approached unreasonably: "Hand over the goods or die!"

"Enough!!!" An angry shout made everyone return to their senses, Ryan supported Teresa and shouted angrily at everyone: "I don't care what your situation is now, whatever you want to negotiate, don't stay there. Is it okay to negotiate here? Let's see where this is?"

Only then did everyone come back to their senses. The camp full of blood and corpses told them that this time was indeed not the place and time to talk, but they felt angry and violent for no reason. Not giving up, anxiety, anger and hatred spread wildly among people, everyone is like a powder keg, it will explode at one point, and I can't wait to kill everything before it's over.

Ryan knows that this is the corruption of chaos. They always infiltrate people's hearts inadvertently. The terrible thing about chaos is not its powerful combat power and destruction, but its unknowingly eroding people's hearts. This is the reason why the Chaos army was repelled on the battlefield, but after the war was corrupted and tortured, and finally degenerated into a Chaos warrior.

The corpse and the smell of blood are like lights in the dark night for scavengers, and like a fatal temptation, not to mention the undead and other creatures.

After being yelled at by Ryan, everyone stopped arguing temporarily. They cremated and buried the body carelessly, and packed up their things. After such a **** battle, everyone in the caravan didn't have the heart to rest any longer, and decided to rush to the peak of Scarwell Mountain overnight. on the alpine fortress.

The carriage was badly damaged, and most of the horses were lost, but most of the goods were in good condition, which made the caravan carriage, which had lost more than half of its staff, in a situation of being stretched. They responded with cautious glances, and the guards paid even more vigilant glances to the wandering knights trailing behind the caravan.

The estrangement gradually formed...

In the dark forest, the head of the tree planter Eldrad is hanging on the Beastman's battle flag, and his face still maintains the despair and fear of frequent death, which is really suitable for the Beastman. .

The Battle Banner ~www.wuxiahere.com~ is enshrined for all the Beastmen by an altar filled with blood and a throne filled with druid bones, and a mysterious symbol is located directly above the altar, glowing bright red in the dark colored light.

"Cheap... sacrifice." The huge minotaur shuttled through the night, the faint moonlight shone on its scarlet face, the armor of the face was directly embedded in its face, and the flesh and blood were welded together. It was the Minotaur who fought with Eldrade before, and its size was a full circle larger than other Minotaurs.

Other Beastmen surrounded it, crawling on the ground, obviously, it was the Beastmaster of this Beastmen war gang.

"No sacrifices...can't get...gifts, no sacrifices...need...sacrifices." The giant minotaur raised his battle axe.

The cold light flashed, and a minotaur was cut off like this, the huge bull head rolled aside, full of filthy blood-colored energy released from above, in the dark void, something seemed to respond to this. Field festival.

"How about this little gift...?"

The blood **** never asks where the blood comes from.

"Not enough, continue..." Several Minotaurs lost their heads. Even so, all the Beastmen still did not dare to make any move, and still crawled on the ground, waiting for the next move of the Beastmaster.

"The enemy...two...the witch has no fighting power...that white wolf knight is...the sacrifice that makes the blood **** happy..." After the giant minotaur killed a dozen of its subordinates in a row, it finally Got a satisfying reply from the mysterious being.

"Tomorrow...I will fight the White Wolf Knight...to the death." The Beastmaster raised a huge battle axe, pointed high into the sky, and suddenly roared, "Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull offering skull!!!"

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull offering Skull!!!"