Lord of Rot

Chapter 522: Re-hatching (page 12)

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Candlelight flickers.

"Dong" the person was hit hard on the ground.

A boy with fair skin, white hair, and a handsome face with long pointed ears was curled up on the ground.

Pain, and humiliation.

He did not cry, but felt the torture and pain from his body alone. After a long time, he realized that the footsteps were far away, and he sat up and remained silent.

He didn't want to just forget about today's matter. Fortunately, he had a teacher who loved him, so he found his teacher and struggled with how to ask for help: "Teacher, I..."

The teacher looked at him doubtfully: "Why are you here?"

Did he have no idea what happened before? There must have been a big commotion, after all, he vowed to die last night, and even if the master didn't know, someone would definitely tell him.

But he didn't think carefully, but lowered his head:

"I……"

"Today's task is very heavy. I will give you a horse to investigate later."

"Yes!"

The silver-haired man put on his iron helmet and decided to fulfill his master's order first. He mounted his horse and rushed into the woods.

Detecting the enemy's situation is accompanied by all kinds of cold arrows that may be fired. Fortunately, he has a lot of experience and skills as a sentry.

At the fork in the road, he dismounted.

He squatted down, poked his finger at an obviously pulled-like piece of excrement, sniffed it before bringing it to his nose, and finally stretched out his tongue and tapped his finger lightly.

The feces was cold and didn't taste right.

Based on the direction of the feces, he roughly estimated the time and the opponent's position in his mind. Then he got on his horse and prepared to go back and report the news before taking action. The enemy was in the dark, and every piece of news from the sentry was very important.

No one noticed him when he rushed back to the camp. He casually tied the horse's reins and heard a voice.

"Well, next time!"

It's the bastard who forced himself!

Turning into ashes, he could also hear the sound.

Especially the nightmare-like sound, like a lion lying on the shoulder, makes people's heart stop and they dare not move.

He subconsciously stopped because the voice he heard made him suspect that he might know who betrayed him last night and tricked him.

"If you want to say that he is also your apprentice, you sold him for two silver months?"

apprentice? His heart twitched.

"You're right, there will be three silver moons tonight!"

"Fuck off!"

"Hahaha!"

The people over there were laughing wildly, but his whole body was cold, and his blood seemed to be frozen.

At this moment, he only had one thought in his mind, draw his sword, and then... kill him!

The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword.

Blood splattered, screams, begging, and arrows rained down.

And those voices: "Bai Falcon is crazy, he killed the leader!"

The short arrow of the crossbow pierced his body, but it didn't hurt. He just felt in a daze.

Then, deeper messy memories occupied the high ground, a towering tree, and whispers, and then power kept flowing out. The sword broke, but the fist could dent the plate armor.

He casually grabbed an axe, rounded his arm and spread it out. A storm of blades struck him dead and injured.

When he came back to his senses, he was already standing in a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. A corpse with half of its head cut off from the mouth was lying in front of the white falcon. The lower teeth were stained red with blood and the tongue was drooping. As he stood, blood dripped down the tip of his tongue and formed a pool of blood.

No matter what kind of kindness or honor, only surviving is everything. This is already the second time, and he will not be so naive next time.

The carriage shook.

Bai Falcon slowly opened his eyes.

It's that dream again.

The nightmare-like nightmare has been plaguing him for a long time, maybe decades? Maybe it was more distant, and he had almost forgotten the specific names of the people in the dream, but he remembered the details of the dream very clearly.

"You've been sleeping all day, do you want to have something to eat?" The girl who was also sitting in the carriage looked at Bai Falcon with slightly red cheeks, and there was no hidden emotion in her eyes.

Bai Falcon subconsciously raised his head and scratched his face. The linen mask fell off when he fell asleep, revealing his delicate face unique to elves. He covered his face again: "Where are you?"

The girl felt a little regretful, but she did not look back, still staring at Bai Falcon's delicate eyes like glass, which seemed to hide the stars and the sea.

"Ahead is the border of Muhe River." The middle-aged man driving the carriage turned back and said, "There is a market where we can stay."

What is the relationship between Bai Falcon and the two of them, grandfather and grandson? Father and daughter? He had no interest at all, but the two of them allowed him to ride in the carriage, which was considered a favor. Ignoring them was regarded as his own reward? No, I no longer have so-called moral constraints, only what I want to do and what I don’t want to do.

But now I don't want to do anything except survive.

"Where do you want to stop?"

"Front market."

"Okay, I'll go too."

But the middle-aged man suddenly started talking: "You carry a sword on your back, you are also a warrior, right?"

"Ah."

"My sister's son has wanted glory since he was a child. He joined the army and went to the royal capital two years ago."

"Ah."

Bai Falcon was in a lack of interest. He had no interest in the so-called royal capital or the soldiers. He even said that if this small life hadn't kept him with unrealistic expectations, he might not even care about death.

"Oh, it's a pity that he died." The middle-aged man sighed: "Thousands of people died on the day Bailong attacked the city."

White dragon?

What white dragon?

The news has not developed to that extent. It can be said that except for the nobles who can use ravens to deliver news, ordinary people do not even know that the king is no longer Boer II, but George Kane Jr., let alone Bailong. The count raided the royal city and scared them away.

"When you die, everything is over." Bai Falcon turned his head and looked at the woods left behind by the carriage: "Glory, hope, hatred, wishes, no matter what they are, they are all gone when you die, so living is the key. The most important thing is that you have a future while you are alive.”

The topic is heavy.

When it got dark, the panting old horse finally pulled the carriage to the market. Under the reluctant eyes of the girl on the carriage, Bai Falcon jumped out of the carriage holding the "Sword of Life-breaking". Although his vitality was among the elves, They belong to the strongest group, but they will still get hungry if they don't eat for a long time, and the taste is not pleasant.

The father and daughter on the carriage were delivering barrels of wine bought from the desert area to the stalls to earn a small profit, not much, but enough to live on.

After groping around for a long time, he took out a few coins and fished out the silver moon from the body. Bai Falcon sat by the fire in the market and ate with a group of people.

A rare selling method in the market, the woman hoists an iron pot, stews soup and vegetables, and then bakes hot bread over a charcoal fire. Those who want to eat come and sit around the stove. After paying, they are given a cup of soup and meat. There are vegetables, the price is affordable, and you can fill up your stomach. Although the salt is not very fine, it has a strong salty taste. It is best for people who have been tired for a day to take a bite.

After eating, some people whistled and started singing.

People's visual acuity decreases at night, and it's still early and no one can sleep.