Hot tears blurred their eyes, and the joy of escaping from death ignited their blood. No one could remain rational at this time, they were just crazy, roaring with all their strength, running, like the tide,
Submerged the young man who saved him.
Landro and Larry rushed to the front. They had just given Roy a fierce hug when the mercenaries coming from behind hugged them too. More people rushed over. Impacts came from all directions.
As a result, they can only keep moving their feet to maintain balance.
Soon, the cheering and hugging crowd formed a huge ball.
Hundreds of bruised and bloody men hugged each other, arms around each other. Their faces were all red, and veins were exposed on their necks and foreheads. They roared, a meaningless and deafening roar.
, is a far more direct and intense emotional catharsis than any cheers.
Scarlett's eyes were a little red, and when tears welled up in her eyes, she covered her mouth with her hands.
She looked at the mercenaries.
In the past, she had dismissed these mercenaries. Compared with the knights of the wealthy aristocracy who had accepted the canonization, these mercenaries were just a group of rude rabble. Their conversation and behavior, their unruliness, and even
The smell of sweat on their bodies made her avoid them.
But now, she couldn't take her eyes away.
A feeling of pride surged in my heart.
In the previous battles, Scarlett did not sit back behind others because of her noble status and relatively low strength. During the battle, she released her magic again and again and worked hard to contribute her strength.
, until the magic power is exhausted and exhausted.
And when the demon receded, she concentrated on meditating to restore her magic power. Even if the effect was negligible, she just gritted her teeth and persisted.
This earned her the respect of the mercenaries.
Even Ralph and several of the guard knights were respectful towards her, with a bit more respect.
Scarlett can feel the attitudes of the people around her, but as she has a strong and independent personality, she doesn't care much about it. She just does what she wants. She doesn't have anything to do with other people's opinions.
Change.
But at this moment, Scarlett is very happy.
She was glad that she had done all that, and she was glad to be qualified to stand here, as one of these heroic mercenaries, tasting the joy of victory with tears.
She was also very lucky that she survived and that everyone survived.
Life can still go on. Everyone here can breathe, run in the sunshine, or take a nap on the maple-leafed hillsides, surrounded by the smell of cattle and horses, the clanking of the blacksmith shop and the shouts of the vendors.
Walk through the market and say hello to every familiar person you meet.
They can still drink heavily and eat meat. They can still brag, quarrel, and fight in a tavern late at night.
Scarlett never knew that imagining such a life could make her so happy that she could even burst into tears.
Also in tears were Afu and Sandra.
Afu leaned against the stone pillar, with tears in her eyes, and looked at the mercenaries who were cheering crazily with a smile.
Her magic robe was somewhat torn, and part of her white shoulders was exposed, slightly showing the corner of a tattoo on her shoulder blade. It was a golden dragon. And the family represented by this mark has great influence on the people of the entire continent.
They are all huge and aloof existences.
No one knows. This pattern has been tattooed on Afu since he was six years old.
She was an orphan who lost her parents. She was selected by the Langris family because of her extraordinary talent and was trained as Augustus' maid since she was a child.
Like many girls like herself, Afu, who has grown up, is also proud of her identity. In the Langris family, their power is even greater than that of many second-level housekeepers. No matter where they appear, they are treated
They were all treated with respect and courtesy, and no one ever went against their wishes.
Afu once thought that that was her entire life.
Especially when they followed Augustus, who was as dazzling as the sun, they felt that this was the pinnacle of their joy and pride.
Later, she left there.
She was ordered to find a boy named Roy and stay by his side. She was like a knife on his neck, ready to slit his throat at any time.
Afu never thought there was anything wrong with such an order.
For the Langlys family, it is just a novel. Just like dealing with an ant, whether to crush it or drown it, the only difference only depends on the person's mood and fun. And the cultivation since childhood,
Already asked Afu to devote her life and soul to Augustus.
For him, she would give everything.
This was Af's first free and independent action, but unfortunately, the mission did not go very smoothly.
When she arrived in Munich and was still racking her brains to get close to the target, the target had already gone to the fjord, and soon the news came that he had died from divine punishment.
It stands to reason that Afu can give up the mission and return to Langris.
But Afu didn't go back.
She didn't know why, but she always felt that the person she was looking for was still alive. Sooner or later, she would meet him. This inexplicable and extremely strong intuition, combined with the curiosity of seeing a world she had never seen before for the first time.
Heart, let her stay.
Because the boy named Roy once led a group of mercenaries to reverse the situation in Lulian, so she went to the mission hall and became a mercenary.
After several missions, she had become somewhat famous and met more people. She became friends with many mercenaries who had participated in the fjord battle, and collected a lot of information about the target from their mouths.
Afu originally thought that she could not adapt to this kind of life.
The city full of noise and smell, the streets full of muddy water and horse-drawn carriages, the rude mercenaries; the liars and thieves everywhere; the dirty blacksmith shops and leather shops; the unappetizing
The bakery and the refugees in shacks were all incompatible with the world in which she grew up.
But Afu was in high spirits.
It was like a hidden and suppressed nature in her body was resurrected with this breath. Sometimes she even felt that compared to Lanlith, these days were more vibrant and the people here were more lively.
Afu once thought that this was her illusion. But now, standing here, she was finally convinced that this was not an illusion.
The pride that had been engraved in my bones has been replaced by another kind of pride unconsciously.
One is to wear a luxurious dress, walk in the spotless palace corridor, and pass by people who are respectfully saluting in the quiet sunshine through the seven-colored glass.
But the other type walked through the shadows of swords, stepped on the flowing blood, and stood shoulder to shoulder with men covered in blood and sweat. They exhausted their magic power again and again, with no time to be afraid, no time to think, and just fought until they met.
Come to new life and victory.
The former one has already made Afu feel strange.
The latter one made her experience an unprecedented joy.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and Afu gently lifted the clothes on her shoulders, silently covering the tattoo pattern.
Not far away, Sandra carried the huge hilt of the knife on her back.
Her tense body relaxed, and she was suddenly attacked by a huge fatigue. So she simply sat down. She sat on the steps covered with blood and soil.
She pulled her long, messy hair into a bun and looked up at the sky in the garden.
The sky in the garden was shrouded in dense black air. Only occasionally could one see the rock that looked like the top of a cave between the rolling black clouds.
Mysterious magic patterns are engraved on the rocks. The sun, moon and stars are flowing around.
This is a great relic.
And I was here to witness and personally participate in a great victory.
This thought brought a smile to Sandra's lips.
As the top killer in the top killer organization, the Blood Demon Hand, Sandra used countless successful attacks to earn the title of Storm Queen.
This was the first time she failed.
Although the target was less than twenty meters ahead, she knew that the mission had failed.
While the men next to her were not paying attention, she quickly reached out and wiped her eyes.
The warmth on the back of her hand told her that she must have looked like a little girl who had broken her beloved vase or received a love letter from her sweetheart. She couldn't tell whether she was sad or happy.
She couldn't remember how long it had been since she shed tears.
But at this moment, feeling the pain and fatigue in her body, and looking at the group of men who were yelling crazily, she suddenly realized that even though she had been a killer for so many years, her heart was not as cold as she imagined.
This was a bad mission.
But it's nice to be sitting here, being one of these cheering guys.
Cheers resounded through the sky.
The mercenaries hugged each other, jumped, roared, high-fived each other, and threw various things into the air. Some people were laughing and some were crying. Everyone released their emotions to their heart's content.
Like a bunch of lunatics.
This is a war.
Just like the demonic invasion of the God-given Continent ten thousand years ago, this war will eventually be recorded in the annals of history.
When they came to the abyss, no one knew that they had unknowingly stepped onto the center stage of history. No one knew that they would become the protagonist in preventing this huge disaster that swept mankind.
But now, they are so clearly aware of what they have done.
He defeated the devil that was originally impossible to defeat, and killed the nightmare that would have enveloped tens of millions of humans in the southern part of the continent and even the entire continent at its earliest stage.
Everyone here is a hero.
The names of those who died will be engraved on the marble monument and will be engraved on the highest point of the mission hall.
Those who are alive will be respected by everyone during their lifetime. When they grow old, they can still proudly tell the stories of the past to their descendants.
I don’t know how long it took, but the cheers stopped.
When the mercenaries dispersed, several female mercenaries couldn't help laughing. Among the crowd, Leo's hair was messy and his clothes were disheveled, looking like a ravaged turkey.
"Okay, everyone," Roy adjusted his clothes, "it's time for us to get out of here."
This topic made the mercenaries stunned and looked at each other. Of course, everyone was willing to leave. However, until now, no one knows where the exit of this huge and mysterious garden is.
"How?" Landreaux asked.
Roy looked around, and in the excited eyes of everyone, he smiled and said: "Blood Sacrifice Passage!" . . . WeChat public account tao0202 . . . (To be continued.) Mobile phone users please visit http://m.piaotian.net