"For us, too many people have been sacrificed." Isabella said in pain: "I saw the missionary of Boujitel with my own eyes dead in front of me, and that existence will definitely not let me go."

"I think you've got something wrong!" Chris laughed: "I'm not that idiot Boogitel!"

"You!" Isabella looked at Chris in surprise.

"Bugitel wants to take you away for his own beliefs. He wants to lend a helping hand to anyone worth saving, but now it seems that you have given up on yourself and are not worth saving at all."

"But I just accepted the entrusted mercenary. It is my mission to take you away. I don't care about your wishes. Whether you are willing or not, I will take you away."

"After all, Bujitel's life is paid for the task!" Chris turned around and walked outside, speaking with an extremely serious tone: "So, I have to complete this task no matter what, so that I can live up to the rewards paid by that idiot!"

Isabella looked at Chris who was gradually leaving, tears in her eyes flowed uncontrollably. Her fate was so tragic that although she was born in a noble family, she encountered a coup. The family was implicated and could only escape alone to the gathering place of the Cauchy people on the border.

Fortunately, he met a lover who could support each other for a lifetime, but he was cruelly killed when he was pregnant. He gave birth to a daughter with difficulty and raised her hard, but he was shrouded in the shadow of a demon.

If Isabella hadn't had a strong personality, if she had a daughter to take care of, if Jacques had not asked her to live well before she died, this woman would have been crazy.

"Mom, don't cry, everything will pass." Nora comforted her, hugged her mother.

Two black-robed crow men in the distance were looking at Isabella and his daughter from the window, with cold eyes.

"I originally thought Isabella had been scared, but now it seems that she has the idea of ​​running away again." One of the men in black robes said slowly: "Should it be said that she is worthy of being the legendary ranger Chris?"

"So it seems that I can fight this great legend." Another person chuckled, looking extremely excited.

"If you want to go, Nozades, after all, he is your idol. You chose to go out for a trip because of his deeds." The man in black robe walked towards Isabella and continued, "Isabella is handed over to me. They are the ones whom the adults told me to guard. In addition to that ranger, there are others who have their ideas."

"I understand, Lord Adere." Nozards nodded seriously: "Although Chris is my idol, I will definitely defeat him under the gift of Lord Nageri. After all, the greatest respect for idols is to defeat him with your own hands!"

Comoros prayed again, and did not care about Chris who had left or the crows who were about to take action. Looking at the black statue surrounded by crows in front of him, Comoros could only pray over and over to numb himself.

Although his body still belongs to him until now, he knows that his time is not long.

As footsteps sounded from far to near, Comoros's body stiffened, and then he immediately relaxed. He stood up and looked at the handsome boy in front of him. The other person's appearance was somewhat similar to his. The other person's blood seemed to make Comoros a little awake.

"I didn't expect it was you." Comoros seemed to let go completely, with a broken smile on his face: "Is this Nai... the evil taste of that adult?"

"It's just that I just have time." Noah said calmly. Even though he knew the relationship between the person opposite him and him, even if he knew what would happen next, he would not have any emotional fluctuations.

Comoro's heart was cold. He was still the cowardly little devil after all. Until now, he did not dare to call the adult's life. In a trance, he returned to that time ten years ago.

He faced the crows trapped by the net with a bow and arrow in his hand. Uncle Dax fell to the side, black blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, and he frantically asked him to shoot the crows. He mustered up the courage to shoot the bow and arrow.

But the next moment the fishing net was torn apart, that man, no, that demon walked out of the crows, evil, ominous just seeing this man, Comoros consumed all his courage.

"What do you want me to do!" Comoros shouted wildly: "I can't even resist in my dreams, even try to think about it!"

"Ignorance, have you already given your forehead to me? Then why are you still afraid of me?" Wang Yuan stood in the pile of corpses with a wanton smile, with a twisted and charming beauty, which gave Wang Yuan an indescribable charm.

It is this charm that makes many people surrender to him, whether it is the Cauchy, the Kent, the mercenary, the merchant, even the heroes of the ranger, or the priests with faith, who cannot escape the fate of being dominated by this existence.

The more this happened, the more painful and crazy Comoros became, because it was him who brought the demon out of the wilderness and spread it to the Cauchy people. It was him who became betrayal of all relatives, became a lonely leader, and even an experimental subject at slaughter.

"It's too ignorant, Comoros." Wang Yuan approached Comoros step by step: "Since you are so painful and upset, then let go of those irrelevant things, whether it's moral or emotional, choose to completely surrender to me, and then everything that has troubled you will become meaningless."

Wang Yuan stood in front of Comoros and stretched out his hand: "Tell me your choice, Comoros, I have helped you remove all other options, so no matter what you choose, you will not suffer."

"Hahahaha!" Comoros looked at Wang Yuan's outstretched hand and laughed wildly. As Wang Yuan said, he had been completely forced to the dead corner.

He walked forward, and the illusion was far away from him. Wang Yuan was no longer before him, but Noah, his younger brother Noah.

"Brother, if you can, I'm sorry to my father!" Comoros hugged Noah and left his last words. At this moment, he was finally no longer afraid.

The sharp blade passed through the heart, and Noah pushed Comoros's body away without expression. According to God's teaching, he collected the golden blood from Comoros' heart. He turned to the crows outside and said, "Chris Modo, the wanted sinner in the whole region, is charged with killing the former leader Comoros."

"In the end, it finally looked like a little, Comoros." Wang Yuan stood under the tree, watching the crow pecking at the rotten corpse, giving the last comment to the former servant.
Chapter completed!