The City of Marronligar

Due to the needs of ocean voyages and landing expeditions, there is a relatively fixed team on Huta's Beacon. They maintain a long-term employment relationship with the Torresso family. Torresso's investment also goes beyond the "low taste" of purely profit-making .Huta the explorer's fleet is worth a book, both for its legendary experience and its actual contributions.

In the boundless ocean, it is very dangerous for sailors and mercenaries to mutiny.And Huta was undoubtedly a good leader. His charisma and (deputy's) management skills managed to unite warriors from all corners of the world into the same boat, and these "rough men" were also loyal to him.

——Miscellaneous Notes of Silver Bay Tower: Explorers and Their Ships

The ancient temple of Logmar was collapsing, but Samuel was still standing blankly in front of the cracked murals, his eyes looking at the tiankeng were empty.

Hagrid couldn't keep him here.

"Samuel!" The judge grabbed the hand that didn't even hold the knife, and shouted the opponent's name amidst the deafening sound of the ground cracking, trying to wake up Samuel who was in a trance.

Samuel turned around slowly, neither speaking nor moving.Hagrid dragged the people to rush out, trying to escape the temple before falling rocks blocked the chasm.

"...you go, let me stay here." Samuel's voice was almost inaudible. "Or kill me now."

——I am not qualified to kill myself, I can only let foreign objects take my life.

This is what Samuel has always thought.

Hagrid was in a hurry: "Now is not the time to say such stupid things! When we leave the temple, it doesn't matter if I ask me to cut you into pieces, but the matter is not over yet!"

Dozens of distorted "people" are emerging from the shadows in the corner of the temple.

To be precise, they were a group of ragged skeletons, with only a layer of shriveled flesh covering their yellow skeletons, broken and rough armor and rusted weapons clanging, and blue flames like will-o'-the-wisps shining in their empty eye sockets .

They are the dead spirits of the ancient battlefield, and they are the materialization of the memory of the ancient battlefield by the snake of the world.In Hagrid's view, they are the "ancestors" of the Lightless and the last of the Lightless.

They had just woken up from a long dream, and quickly adapted to their twisted and deformed bodies, and rushed towards Hagrid and Samuel holding iron swords, battle axes, and spears.

Thousands of years ago on the ancient battlefields, the Serpent of the World has witnessed such a scene-humans used primitive weapons and armor to carry out brutal and organized killings, which it could not learn from other "mindless" creatures. See there.

The situation of the ancient temple was in dire straits. The undead on the battlefield with weapons were approaching the only two living people in the temple. Samuel stood still and refused to move.Hagrid had no choice but to let go of Samuel first, and drew out the wide-edged sword hanging from his waist, pointing the light of the sword at the nearest undead on the battlefield.

"Lord Sauron!" "Mr. Samuel!"

Although the mercenaries and teaching police on standby outside the door didn't know what happened in the temple, the violent changes in the surrounding environment had already set alarm bells in their hearts.

The soldiers rushed into the temple, and what appeared in front of their eyes, apart from the pouring snow, ice hanging and gravel, the old coffin that was being destroyed by falling rocks, and the cracked and eroded murals, were those horrible monsters.

"This, what is this—"

"Why are there people without light here!"

Among the teaching police present, some of them had participated in the hunting and killing of the Lightless Ones, and the mercenaries who traveled around the world with Huta had also accumulated a lot of combat experience, not to mention the urgent situation that did not allow the slightest hesitation.Facing the literally skinny undead on the battlefield with blue fire in their eyes, they only had time to be surprised for a few seconds before quickly jumping into battle.

This is both out of loyalty and self-preservation.

This is a life-and-death battle.Not only do they have to avoid the falling rocks and icicles that are as hard as rocks, but they also have to avoid the swift and violent attacks of the undead machines on the battlefield, and they have to pay attention to the only way of escape. This is a challenge for everyone in the ancient temple. These are unprecedented tests.

The last power of the world snake is so powerful.It's hard to imagine that less than a quarter of an hour ago, this place was as quiet as a deserted cemetery on the outskirts of Marenliga.At this time, the "cemetery" of the gravekeeper and the bone of the river is being turned into ruins.

Hagrid took a side step, dodging the falling icicles, turned around with his sword, and helped a lone mercenary fend off the tomahawk from the undead, and at the same time, he did not forget to shout to the other side: "Samuel, you What are you in a daze for!"

Samuel still stood where he was, staring blankly at the dark clouds and snowstorm gathering above the tiankeng.

The undead on the battlefield are of the same origin as the Lightless, and the specificity of Torreso's blood made them instinctively avoid Samuel who did not fight.Hagrid's arm armor was still wrapped with cloth strips soaked in Samuel's blood, and this "insurance measure" was still in effect.

But other teaching police and mercenaries were not so lucky.The collapse of the temple has already caused some casualties. If they were besieged by the undead on the battlefield and blocked by falling rocks, the consequences would be disastrous.

While fighting with the offspring of the world snake, Hagrid decisively gave instructions: "Don't fight with them, run out first!"

When the wide-bladed sword cuts the undead on the battlefield that should not exist in the world, the blade is like cutting into wet rotten wood.The opponent's body is not like an ordinary lightless person, and will not bleed out thick black blood like mud, but will only release a biting chill when the flesh and bone are cut off.

Even if half of their bodies were crushed by huge falling rocks, they never let go of their weapons.The undead buried in the past don't know what pain is, they just tear off their own bodies, dragging half of their damaged bodies to attack the living, and let out roars that the living can't understand.

That may be the battle cry of the ancient warriors during their lifetime.Their husks were long gone, but the World Serpent saw and remembered their deaths, and brought them back to the world at parting.

And in this weird fierce battle, Hagrid also began to see some phantoms from the ancient battlefield just like Samuel and Chloe.

The horn of attack sounded, and the warriors with blurred faces roared and charged towards the enemies with blurred faces. They fell and died one after another. Every plant and tree is irrigated on the fertile land.

In order to compete for water, food, land, and population, to prove the legitimacy of inheritance, and to spread the "gospel" of religion to all directions... Beasts are naturally inseparable from battles, but only humans are so good at compiling lists, carrying exquisite and gorgeous giants. Banner raised his butcher knife to his kind.

"Go!" Hagrid chopped off the head of an undead, and pushed the rescued policeman to the narrow gap of the temple gate.

The experienced judge quickly looked around: half of the undead on the battlefield were still instinctively harvesting the souls of the living in the chaos, and one-third of the people he and Samuel brought to the ancient temple had already been broken. The loss of life is a great loss.

Unlike the World Snake, he couldn't stand by and watch the death of human beings, even Samuel, whom he once hated so much.

No - Hagrid saw what he was really thinking - if getting clean with Samuel meant seeing him die, he'd rather leave the never-ending mess behind.

He is not Saint Roland, and he cannot let the person he cares about stay on the other side of the gate, not to mention that Solti did not die because of this back then.If Samuel stays here, there is only one dead end.

Even if it was Samuel's own idea to die from the Hallows, Hagrid would not let him do so.

Across the years of grievances and grievances between the two, across the hail-like gravel and ice in the ancient temple, and stepping on the freshly accumulated thin snow, Hagrid once again caught the distraught Samuel.

The heretic inquisitor tightly grabbed Patriarch Torreso's collar with one hand, held the sword in the other, and forcibly dragged him past the falling stones on the edge of the sinkhole, rushing desperately to the only exit of the ancient temple.

The cloth strips stained with Torresso's blood were cut off at some point, and Hagrid also became the target of the undead on the battlefield, and many gaps were cut in his heavy armor soon.At a certain moment, he even had a strange idea: I don't know if they would think of the real battlefield when they were fighting with the living.

But no matter what the outcome of this death struggle is, it is impossible for them to leave the ancient temple. They can only stay here and be buried by the earth together with the gravekeeper.

And Hagrid had to get Samuel out alive.

When the undead on the battlefield swung their huge axes and attacked him from the side, before he had time to think, Hagrid turned around and knocked Samuel out in the direction of the gate.

The giant ax in the hands of the undead did not cut through the heavy armor of the judge, but this heavy blow directly broke Hagrid's center of gravity.He fell to the ground immediately, feeling that his internal organs were being crushed into a ball, the pain was so painful that he was almost unconscious, and the hot wide-edged sword he was holding was also released from his hand.Blood gushed up against the throat, and soon overflowed the mouth.

Samuel, who was knocked flying by Hagrid with his shoulder armor, got up from the ground, looked back, and saw Hagrid lying not far away, bleeding from his mouth, unconscious.

The tall battlefield undead held a giant axe and was about to slash at Hagrid.Its eyes burn with faint blue fire, and it looks extremely terrifying in the cold ruins of the ancient temple.The remaining undead were also approaching the unconscious Hagrid.

That rusty tomahawk could fall at any moment.

——No matter what the result is, I will respect your decision.

—We have to get out of here.

——When we leave the temple, it doesn't matter if I tell you to cut you into pieces, but the matter is not over yet!

The heretic inquisitor who fell there was once Samuel's pawn, his most important ally, and the person he couldn't face calmly.

Samuel knew how much Hagrid hated him.Just like taking advantage of the trust of his comrades after joining the cult, Samuel also used this hatred so that the chains of fate could bind them even more firmly.But in the end, none of them jumped out of each other's vortex.

Hagrid's blood awakens Samuel.

After getting rid of the worries that have been entangled for many years, he didn't intend to live, but for Hagrid, he was willing to swing the sword.

The dark green eyes that were once dim were once again ignited with belated killing intent.

The bruised and scarred church policemen had already ran out of the temple, but when they saw this, they immediately turned around, clenched their weapons tightly again, and prepared to take a risk to rescue the judge.

The mercenary behind him was shouting anxiously.They worked for Huta, so they naturally prioritized Samuel's life, but Samuel didn't intend to be distracted.

My usual saber landed near the mural, and there was only a half-foot short knife left on my body, but there were five or six battlefield undead on the opposite side.Although their movements are a bit slow, considering their armor and weapons, they may be more difficult to deal with than ordinary lightless ones.

Even so, Samuel only had one fight.

He pulled out the dagger with his backhand, and rushed towards the enemy with lightning speed, so fast that the policemen and mercenaries could only see an afterimage like a black crow.

The first target is the guy with the giant axe.Samuel slashed the dagger in his hand, forcing it back half a step, and the giant ax hammered heavily less than a foot away from Hagrid's head.

Immediately afterwards, Samuel rolled on the spot, avoiding the attacks of the other two undead, and picked up the wide-edged sword that Hagrid had dropped, and with a block, he cut off the long sword in the hands of the undead on the battlefield.When cutting off the shriveled and unexpectedly hard neck like dead wood, the blade of the sword collided with the neck bone, making a loud clank that reached the eardrum.

This is the fighting stance of Torreso's current patriarch.

Among the falling rocks, ice hangings and snowflakes, Torresso's sword dance is like a gust of wind sweeping everything, fierce, fierce, elegant, and with the determination and solemnity of fighting for life.Even when he was enraged, Samuel's sword moves were still precise and smooth, making people forget that he was not holding a light curved saber in his hand, but Hagrid's wide-edged sword with a lead-injected weight ball.

Only Samuel knew that this was the result of leaving all tactics to instinct and burning all rationality-a considerable part of the extraordinary force of the Torreso tribe relied on strong emotions.The more hopeless the situation, the more able to maximize the combat talent inherited from the blood line.

Saving Hagrid even if he sacrificed his own life—this was Samuel's only thought at the moment.

Once the tactical goals are clarified, everything will fall into place.

The shaking of the ground, the crisis hanging over the head, and the undead on the battlefield in front of him, these are not so important anymore.Samuel swung his broadsword, feeling like he was fighting side by side with Hagrid, much like his brief time as a policeman before he left the order.

But this time, he will not betray Hagrid, nor will he abandon him for his own obsession.

Because he couldn't dodge enough, when the undead scratched his side and arms, Samuel didn't even blink his eyes - because of his extreme concentration, he didn't even feel the pain.

It wasn't until the battlefield undead holding the giant ax was cut in half and crashed to the ground that Samuel fell to his knees panting heavily, carefully supported the unconscious Hagrid with his wounded arm, and staggered towards the Old Sage. Go to the long and narrow rift valley outside the hall.

Samuel couldn't breathe under the heavy armor of the Inquisitor, and fell down within a few steps.The teaching police and mercenaries immediately rushed forward, picked up the two unconscious leaders, and escaped amidst the appalling sound of cracking stones.

Due to the difference in geographical location, when it was almost dusk in the Logma area, it was already midnight in Marunliga.

In a rare and peaceful sleep, Louis dreamed of an afternoon more than ten years ago.

"You can never imagine how they describe Logmar. A pure land far away from the hustle and bustle, there are vast sky and blue sea, lofty mountains and fertile fields, streams are like sweet wine, and juicy pastures can breed the best horses. They often say , all thanks to the protection of the holy artifact and the world snake."

Samuel lay on his back on the grass in front of the lighthouse, lazily recalling the elders' description of the "spiritual hometown" of the Torresso family.Louis lay beside him in the same posture in a daze, echoing a few words from time to time.Seagulls flew over the lighthouse, and small shadows traced the ground.

At that time, Louis had just finished his apprenticeship, and Samuel was just a follower of the Flying Lion Mansion, often "hanging out" with bounty hunters he knew well.Among this group of drinking buddies, Louis and Samuel are the best drinkers, and Linka from the north can only be placed in the second echelon. At this time, she has passed out with other companions, and is breathing loudly in the warm wind. sleep.

Samuel added: "Sometimes I think, could it be the 'holy vessel' that caused the catastrophe? In short, when I find a way to gain power, I will definitely find the legendary ancient temple and end this for my father. Something on your mind." He looked at Louis and blinked. "How about you come with me?"

Louis wondered if it was a drunken remark.He stretched his waist, and said in a very perfunctory tone, "I don't like to travel far... But it's okay to help you make some weapons."

A hint of disappointment flashed through those deep green eyes, and young Louis thought it was just his own illusion, and he had no way of knowing what happened afterwards.

The world is impermanent, and friends are scattered. Among the partners who drank together under the lighthouse, only Luis remains in Marenlica.

The dream came to an abrupt end when the other companions started yelling drunkenly.

Louis woke up from the cold.

As early as a few days before the Spring Festival celebration, he put away the brazier, completely unaware that the weather would suddenly turn cold.He got up from the bed, opened the window, and wanted to find out the source of the chill, but saw that it was snowing again in Marenlica, which had already entered spring.

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