But Gal didn't go back. He just walked to the position he should change shifts after a moment of a moment.

Then he seemed to have used these short dozen steps to adjust his emotions, turned around, and shouted at Carlos in the noisy beast roar, "Is that right? But I can guarantee that I at least look handsomer than him!"

This excellent Jinzhang stood in the open air, through the overlapping worlds, the thick black air and blood mist, and saw through the entire rugged Jueying Mountain at a glance.

His heart suddenly felt like a hole was opened, and the wind in the cold night was blowing harder and stronger, so big that it could accommodate rivers, mountains and rivers, and all kinds of things.

So what if I am destined to not get it, Gal thought, I always matter to my dearest brother, relative, friend and... my heart.

Carlos made a "go back" gesture to him from afar, but Gal turned sideways, his almost golden hair dyed the dust on the way. The faint haze that had been carrying in his eyebrows seemed to suddenly open, almost revealing a little vitality that suits his age, like the dawn that bloomed in the moment when he tore apart the darkness.

"No, rather than lying in that stupid tent," Gal said loudly, "I would rather chat with you here and find material. Maybe I can finish my first novel when I go back."

"It's amazing," Carlos shrugged, jokingly, "but why do I have no confidence - you know that since I was impressed, there has never been a person who could write books in the Flarets, most of whom are good at managing territory and fighting wars."

"Of course, if you can't sell it, you have to convince Your Excellency Aldo to buy hundreds of copies for me," Gal smiled, "Who made us family?"

"Then am I a sucker?" Carlos asked happily.

"Stop giving your face, you're just a lobbyist," Galton paused, and then gave his glorious and proud ancestor a precise definition, "poor."

Louis, who was about to change shifts, did not move. He turned his back to Carlos and the others, standing almost near the edge of the magic circle. The three of them stood in a triangle, and remained unmoved in the middle of the tragic war.

Emmy had already moved his legs and planned to return to the tent, but stopped for a moment and walked back to Louis.

Louis's face was pale by the clearly extinguished light of the magic circle and the dirty mist, but his black hair hung on his forehead in strides. Even though his hand was pressing on the hilt of the knife tied around his waist, his body still had a deep-rooted bookish spirit, like a handsome nobleman.

"Go to the tent, Berger Therapist," Louis just glanced at him and said softly, "Although I know it's difficult - your chances of going out are limited and not as powerful as a hunter, I hope you will be ready for tomorrow's itinerary."

Amy was stunned for a moment, then said "Oh", sat down on a stone at his feet, threw the anti-emetic medicine that was numbing the sense of smell into his mouth like a sugar bean, and slowly held it - as if the thing was not bitter at all.

"Louis, Louis," he stretched his legs, sighed, and smiled bitterly, "Have you finally found a way to deal with me? If you keep frowning and looking at me with a 'you're disgusting' expression, I will always tease you, but I'm so cramped that I can't even say a complete word."

Louis's eyes were lightly shining, and he said lightly: "You are not disgusting."

"If I'm not disgusted, why don't you think about me?" Emmy looked up at him.

Louis was stunned for a moment, and finally took his eyes back and fell on Emmy. Except for work, he had never seen such a serious look on the face of this uncontrollable therapist. Emmy looked a little nervous, her fingers tightly tucked into her clothes. Although she had a smile on her face, she looked so stiff, and even her lips turned white.

"Who are you……"

"I'm serious." Emmy said quickly in front of him.

Louis hesitated for a while, and carefully answered with a standard answer: "Sorry, Mr. Berg, although I am very grateful, I am heterosexual."

Emmy laughed, and then he asked softly: "So, have you ever fallen in love with a certain opposite sex? Mr. Straight?"

Instructor Louis Megelt has always been a terrible academic emperor - even during his years as a hunter in the field.

His good friend Gal once made the following ridicule of his life: This guy is a man who can be buried with old papers. If he had been born hundreds of years earlier, he could even join a religion that was vegetarian and studied scriptures. Poor apprentices in the Temple who need to make a living under him. Think about it, a man who sneered at his friends in a group of watching pornographic movies and magazines during his adolescence and was stubborn and unwilling to societies must be a natural pervert!

Louis was speechless for a moment, then he nodded calmly and said, "Not many, but there are indeed, I don't think you are interested in knowing their names."

Amy: "It doesn't matter, I can wait for you to make it up."

Louis: "…"

His brows were a little confused. When Instructor Megelt was not an instructor, he was handsome, and a large group of ignorant girls had secretly coveted him. However, this guy was really not in the air and salt and couldn't understand the charm. He then continued to give the love letter and add a sorry card. No one had ever been entangled with him like this - it was as if the other party was not controlled by hormones in his body to do stupid things, but really... like the love praised in novels and ballads, he had to be like himself.

"What do I have to like? It's boring and boring, and it's not likeable to speak." Louis thought in a daze at that moment.

"I……"

He had just said this word, and at this moment, the magic circle around him suddenly emitted a violent explosion, and a string of fireworks rushed into the sky. It was already midnight. Di Fu's corpse was everywhere, and these beasts who were still arguing were finally anxious.

Dark creatures, although they can move in the sunlight, will weaken some of their combat effectiveness after all, and the night is the eternal battlefield.

Louis pushed Emmy away: "Non-combatants retreat and leave here!"

Amy was pushed and staggered by him. He saw a huge head of a deep jackal squeezed into the magic circle. However, before Louis's knife could be unsheathed, the magic circle that was originally just a warning burst out with powerful force, cutting off the entire head of the abyss jackal. Then it quickly returned to the size of an ordinary jackal and was dragged out to eat by something.

Emmy reached out to wipe off the blood splashed on her face, and heard Louis say to him without looking back: "Call everyone up immediately and tell them to prepare for battle, up to fifteen minutes... No, I ask them to get ready within ten minutes, bring their own weapons, and prepare back to back around the magic circle, hurry up, don't be too slow!"

Amy glanced at him deeply and strode into the tent.

Carlos looked at command Louis and did not interrupt. He just stood there and moved his wrist holding the sword gently. But Aldo didn't know when he walked behind him.

"You mean to ask Evan to draw the magic circle." Carlos asked softly, "If the magic circle was drawn by you, unless another evil spirit man comes, you will definitely have a safe sleep tonight."

"You taught them a way to deal with the big difu, but they didn't teach them how to choose this place. This sense of smell and touch must be felt by yourself before they can understand it. In addition, Mr. Evan Gorardo is indeed a bit talented in magic circles, careful and clear thinking, and is better than some people." Aldo whispered, and his eyes softly said softly, "Don't worry, I brought these children out, and I will bring them all back a lot."

He is no longer the boy who had just taken over the temple and was helpless in the face of huge casualties. He has led more and more intense wars, and his grasp of every terrain and every war is almost accurate.

Louis seemed to be in command, but at this moment he couldn't help but look back at Aldo and found that the respectable senior nodded to him, and his heart felt as if he had suddenly calmed down.

Because this man is always so firm and calm, when he stands behind, it makes people feel that even if the sky falls, he can withstand it on his shoulders.

But Carlos frowned slightly, and suddenly he said without thinking: "I seem to have missed something."

Aldo rarely did not keep up with his thoughts and asked back: "Hmm?"

Carlos looked at him, but did not say anything, but raised his hand to close his collar - he thought to himself with some discomfort: "In the years when I was wandering, escaping, wandering, and wandering, and not knowing where to go, you seemed to have gradually changed... and become a look that no longer needs my protection."

When I was a child, the sweet words and vows that seemed to have been casually said suddenly appeared. Carlos's eyebrows gently hang down, as if he was a little sad.

"I have never been a competent and loyal knight," he thought, "not brave or reliable. Maybe... I can only try my best to be united? But does the little prince who has grown solid and strong wings still need mine to be united?"

However, he had no more time to be sad about spring and autumn. Fifteen minutes came and the magic circle was broken.

Only one-tenth of the body was left, the dark elves who suddenly appeared and disappeared in the dark, the shadow demons and the abyss jackals who followed one after another, were all surrounded by the hunters who were covered in holy light but were just in the forefront.

The last protective circle was torn apart, and the oppression from the darkness came overwhelmingly, and there was something in the air that made people feel heart-pounding - that was the trembling feeling from the soul when the prey noticed being targeted by the hunter.

"Please pay attention to your front carefully, because that is the position of your friend's back." Louis' voice sounded word by word in the cold wind, as if it was frozen hard and cold by the severe cold. He took a deep breath, then turned into white mist and vomited it out, looking up to Carlos, "If you can support outside the array."

"My honor." Carlos pressed his hand on his shoulder.

"Fifteen minutes." Aldo suddenly interrupted, "You only need to persist for fifteen minutes. After the buffer period, the second magic circle will be activated, so don't worry."

No one saw when Aldo's second magic circle was drawn or where it was drawn, but no one doubted his words.

Starting from the piercing of Gal's dawn piercing through the throat of the abyss jackal, starting from Louis's command, and from Carlos's almost invisible sword blade blocking the beginning of a shadow demon coming down on his head for Evan.

He was coveted by those stupid beasts for a long time, and the hunters who were treating them as vegetables on the plate showed their fangs that had been hidden for thousands of years.

Even the gentlest people will be aroused in this place where life and death are fought, like the most instinctive blood in life, like the burning fire in the soul, like the man who confronts the sick wolf in the wilderness described by Jack London, as long as he holds the weapon in his hand... as long as he holds the weapon in his hand.

Is it fifteen minutes?

Is it soon?

Just hold on for a while...

Maybe they recalled later that this was the longest fifteen minutes of their lives. The arms that waved the knife were no longer conscious and they were all sad. In the snow, their clothes were covered with sweat and blood, and they were full of heat that was still killing.

Then, the long-lost light suddenly lit up, lit up the entire night sky in an instant. Carlos suddenly lowered his arm and cut off the head of an abyss jackal.

Di Fu, in the outer circle of the magic circle, retreated wailingly.

The battle...seems to be over.

I don’t know who it was, but suddenly a hysterical cry broke out - maybe he himself didn’t know why he was crying, he didn’t feel sad or afraid, he just cried loudly.

He had to distract himself from commanding, pay attention to everyone's situation, and kept asking people to fill up the seats. Louis, who was considering all directions, suddenly his knees softened and he knelt down directly. Only then did he realize that his limbs were almost numb and unconscious. Emmy rushed up and hugged him, wiped away the blood from his face in panic. Finally, after reaching the conclusion that Louis was just losing his strength, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, contracted his arms, hugged him tightly in his arms, closed his eyes, as if he was praying for something.

"He directed a perfect battle." Aldo looked from a distance and said to Evan, who was slumped at his feet.

Evan looked up at him in confusion.

"There is no second magic circle." Aldo explained softly, "Did you always have questions when you draw the magic circle?"

"I didn't find the trigger point. There were several places that looked very similar, but then I found that none of them were." Evan said quietly.

"There is no trigger point, you are better than I thought," Aldo glanced at him, "The one you drew is not a realm magic array, it is actually the prototype of the barrier - of course, the real barrier is much more complicated, but the most principled thing is already there."

Evan opened his mouth stupidly.

"Its real trigger is enough dark energy - that is, you can kill enough Defu corpses." Aldo pressed hard on Evan's shoulder, "Are you no longer fainted? This is very good, no one is born to be a waste."

The night will finally pass, and dawn will always illuminate the white snow on Jueying Mountain.
Chapter completed!