Act 166 Gambler's Roulette (3)

"No enemy found."

"No enemies were found on the left."

"There aren't any damn skeletons here -" shouts echoed through the empty streets. Juta turned around, a faint sheen reflected in his anxious dark green pupils - where had those undead gone? The slender fingers of the female mercenary captain were pressed motionlessly on the handle of the rapier. The doubts in her heart were like a fog that gradually spread and made it difficult to see her fingers. Everyone looked around in this fog, but found nothing.

The mercenaries advanced in the darkness, their footsteps rustling. The unknown was hidden in the loneliness of the night, and it coldly grabbed everyone's heart. Fear is like a shadow hanging over everyone's head. It has no need to speak and strangles everyone's throat. It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and everyone looked around with eyes that looked bright in the dark:

They were afraid that the undead souls that suddenly disappeared without a trace would pour out of a certain alley and surround them.

They crossed half of the city, expecting to encounter those bloodthirsty dead creatures on the way, and then start a life-and-death struggle. But the enemy seems to exist only in imagination, and Ximen's undead seems to have never existed - could it be that the young noble made a wrong judgment? Yuta turned around, and the light of the lighting crystal in the young man's hand penetrated into the depths of her pupils, reflecting the other person's face that looked pale and bloodless due to malnutrition.

"Captain?" the young man asked.

"What?"

"Did that noble judge wrongly?" He whispered: "Did they go around to the north?"

"Impossible," the female mercenary leader categorically rejected this judgment: "On the battlefield, every second counts, and the opponent's commander cannot be a fool."

"But..." The young man wanted to say something more, but someone in front of him shouted: "Captain!"

Both of them were startled and looked over there in unison.

"What's wrong?"

"Something has been discovered," the man shouted, "Come and take a look!"

Yuta and the boy looked at each other, nodded and followed, but as soon as she turned the corner, she was stunned——

The scene on the long street has completely changed.

This place seems to have experienced a fierce battle. Looking around, there is almost no intact stone slab on the ground paving the street.

As far as the eye can see, there are big pits one after another. The cracked stone slabs seemed to be overturned outwards by some powerful force from the underground, and some were even thrown dozens of meters away. If it weren't for the elemental disorder caused by not a trace of elemental power being felt in the air, everyone present would have been stunned. Everyone has reason to believe that this place has at least experienced a duel with gold and above.

Jutta raised his head and saw a two-story building not far away sinking inward and collapsing on one side; as if something had hit the central part horizontally, the wooden beams supporting the structure were broken. Such a blow was at least above the level of silver. She took a breath and walked forward, looking at the slumped skeletons and human corpses in the pits.

"Who are those people?"

The female mercenary leader looked at the corpses and frowned. The corpses were dressed the same as the poor people outside the city. This is easy to explain, but how should we understand the skeletons scattered on the ground next to these human corpses? She observed carefully and found that the casualty ratio was close to five to one, which meant that there were at least five skeletons next to a human corpse. This exchange ratio, if the poor outside the city had this fighting capacity - Yuta would You have to wonder how Grudin is alive today.

The mercenaries all shook their heads.

"Where are their weapons?" she asked again.

"No weapons," the mercenary replied.

"Without weapons?" Yuta took a deep breath: "Do you want to tell me that these humans are actually fighting the undead with bare hands, or are they people of silver?"

"Captain, I don't know if they are Silver People, but the first point - I want to say that is the case." The servant who had called them before lowered his head and replied in a low voice.

Yuta's eyes flashed, there was something that happened that night that was beyond her knowledge. At this time, there was a sound of horse hooves in the street. Everyone looked up and saw two or three riders parting through the night mist and stopping in front of them - they were the scouts sent out before. The female mercenary leader immediately came back from her thoughts. She raised her head and asked, "What's wrong? Did you find anything ahead?"

"Captain," the rider immediately replied, "there are sounds of fighting in the direction of the city gate."

Are there sounds of fighting in the direction of the city gate?

You mean, these refugees actually pushed the undead back?

Everyone stopped and couldn't help but look at each other. Martha, what's going on?

…

The light in the darkness is not as simple as white paint on a dark background. Especially in the deep darkness, the only ray of light seems to be the hope flowing in people's hearts. Although I have never been illuminated by it, I still want to move towards that ray of brightness. Even if it is just an imagination that exists in the mind, people are willing to trek towards the direction of light in the darkness.

Even if it leaves a deeper shadow behind, humans are still willing to face the light——

In the darkness, the light of the torch flickered.

The girl knelt down quietly in front of the torch. The red firelight outlined the soft lines of her cheeks. Between light and dark, the graceful lines extended to her neck and the shadows under the edges of her face. Her dark eyes reflected the firelight, as if a flickering flame lit up in the deepest part of her pupils. She pursed her lips quietly and put her hands on her knees, motionless.

It was as if everything in front of her had nothing to do with her.

There was a loud bang, and a vine that could only be hugged by two people suddenly rose from the ground, carrying gravel and soil, forming a bow and drawing towards the white skeletons under the night. Tens of meters long vines swept through the sea of ​​skeletons, and there was a loud crackling sound, and countless broken pieces were thrown high and flew to the side.

Three tall men wearing animal skin robes and cold faces stood on the city wall directing the vines, as if they were sweeping away garbage, and time and time again they pushed back the bones coming up from below. And those beast-turned-werewolves standing next to them, even half-ricketed and a head taller than them, were staring at the sea of ​​undead below with their faint eyes, ready to repel those hidden among these rabble. The sneak attack of the Dark Knight and the Corpse Witch.

The battle has lasted for nearly an hour——

But finally a tall werewolf walked up to the girl and lowered his head respectfully: "Miss Antitina, it seems that reinforcements have arrived."

The noble daughter's eyes flashed: "Who is it?" she asked.

"Looks like a mercenary."

She looked back at the city wall, then turned back without saying a word and nodded. Then she turned around slightly - she saw the businesswoman holding her precious bag with both hands, her upper body lying completely on the battlement on the other side, her eyes closed and sleeping soundly, her eyelashes hanging down like a thick line Brush, her face was rosy under the firelight, and she was so delicate and charming that she was endearing--of course, if her mouth hadn't been slightly opened, and a large pool of dream saliva was flowing down it in an extremely inelegant posture.

Antitina sighed feebly, reached out and patted the girl's face, slap.

Roman immediately slapped his mouth, waved his hands subconsciously and muttered in a low voice: "If you want to kill Roman, please wait until I finish sleeping-"

The noble daughter suddenly felt a sense of weakness.

"Roman."

"I know, I know," little Roman frowned in his sleep: "Please take the number and line up, the next one -"

"..."

…

Jutta was surprised when she saw Antitina for the first time. The mature female mercenary leader couldn't help frowning. She looked at those strangely dressed guys-werewolves, druids, Ximen's undead could do almost nothing under their suppression. Not to mention that they came late, it is estimated that even if they don't come, the outcome of the battle here will not change at all. But she couldn't help but think about who these people were. She didn't know if these people were the young noble's subordinates, but if they were, did it mean that the other party had never believed in her at all?

Then on Fern's side, that young man should also take some follow-up measures.

She took a gentle breath, and although she knew this was normal, she still felt a little uncomfortable. It was as if her determined efforts were ultimately denied by others. Although her mind had long been mature and firm, she still had some expectations. Especially during the battle that night, after witnessing the young man killing Grudin with her own eyes, she had a faint hope in her heart, hoping that this would be an opportunity to change her destiny.

Not just hers, but the entire mercenary group.

In this troubled world, there is no peace in wandering. She hoped that the young man would be a lord worth following, someone who could at least make the majority of her men feel they belonged. But as expected, nobles are just ordinary people, no matter how different they are - but they always only think about scheming others all day long, so they are full of suspicion of other people and don't trust anyone. Even that young man cannot escape this circle. The female mercenary leader swept her fiery red hair behind her ears and became speechless when she thought of this.

But Antitina raised her head and looked at the woman who was nearly a head taller than herself. Her face was calm and motionless, as if she didn't show any weakness at all. These should be mercenaries conquered by the lord? She thought, and then thought about it for a while, and finally sorted out Brando's thoughts. However, as she watched the other party's every move, a flash of understanding suddenly flashed across her eyes - so it turned out that, as if she had guessed the thoughts of the female mercenary leader, she said, "Who are you?"

Jutta looked at this little girl. Although the other person was much younger than her, she still felt a faint sense of oppression. "Hey, another little noble girl," the female mercenary leader cursed in her heart, but when she spoke, she said in a teasing tone: "Yuta, the leader of the Shanyan mercenary group, we are the lord's sect. Come on, little girl, who are you?"

The temptation comes.

Antitina smiled softly in her heart, but replied without changing her face: "I am also a subordinate of the lord, to be precise, I am his chief staff member." She stretched out her hand: "This is Miss Roman, She is the fiancée of the lord."

The businesswoman yawned and rubbed her eyes sleepily——

Sure enough, Yuta's heart moved. There was also a trace of disgust and disappointment in her eyes.

This trace of disappointment and disgust did not escape the eyes of the noble daughter. Sure enough, the same thought as Jutta flashed through her mind, but her face changed and she replied coldly: "But please don't be suspicious, Miss Jutta - although I appear here as your lord's staff, I am not It means that I agree with his approach." She raised her head and looked at the female mercenary leader with a cold face: "So, Miss Captain, please help me tell the Lord——"

"If you think that if a person is single and puts everything aside, he can avoid hurting other people, I hope he can abandon this naivety. Because although I don't know what kind of person adults want to be, I do know a real hero. Not a saint who makes no mistakes, but a man who dares to take responsibility!"

"Even if it is a wrong decision, I hope he understands that a person's life does not only belong to himself, but also to everyone who relies on, cares about and loves him. Just like I respect the Lord's decision, but I will never Will forgive him for abandoning his subordinates——"

"Also, please tell him -" Antitina suddenly stopped, her gaze falling into the distance: "In this world, there is no hope and freedom that can be obtained through charity without bloodshed and struggle."

The girl stopped, and her last words spread far away.

moment.

Every werewolf on the city wall turned back. They looked back at the noble girl, with an indescribable light shining in their eyes.

Yuta was slightly stunned, her heart moved, but she looked at the girl and asked: "What do you mean?"

Antitina did not answer.

There was deathly silence above the city wall——

The female mercenary leader turned her attention to Roman who was aside, but the businesswoman just smiled sweetly at her and asked: "Well, Auntie, Roman wants to ask you if you have signal arrows?"

Juta was stunned.

…

When the signal was raised from the west gate, the bright firelight illuminated the deepest eyes of everyone involved in the battle in the city——

Brando, Charles and Qian behind him stopped in an instant, and the mercenaries following them also stopped in an instant. Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the bright light, which seemed to be a prayer and a blessing, telling everyone on the battlefield. Tell them - they won!

Brando took a deep breath.

If he is a gambler, then he thinks he must be the luckiest one. Because when the roulette wheel stopped, the pointer of fate opened the door to the only way. As for what was behind the door, maybe he couldn't see things that far away for a while, but at least he knew that he finally won this time.

From the hands of Madara and Grudin, the first move was made.

However, at this moment, Ciel looked back at his lord, the young wizard smiled slightly: "So, after the darkness - is it already dawn? Lord?"

"No," Brando looked at the magic light and shook his head: "It's just-"

"I've seen the end."

…

(PS: It took me a while to conceive the last chapter of the Dusty Kingdom, so this is it. I also took a break after the outbreak so that I could conceive of the next plot - so that I can cope with the upcoming double blow. Monthly ticket. Hey... God of Circles, please bless me, GOD IS A GIRL~!") (To be continued, if you want to know about the funeral, please log in, there are more chapters, support the author, and support genuine reading!)