The prince took another bite of food and immediately felt very uncomfortable.
Dean was still staring at him, as if he was very interested in how he ate.
'What's wrong?' Thales swallowed his food and suddenly wanted to ask.
But he did not.
Fortunately, Louisa suddenly spoke and diverted Dean's attention, relieving Thales of his discomfort.
"I feel like we've offended him, Dean.
You know Tormorden. "Louisa sighed with a worried expression." Damn it, can you believe it? We tried to save his life, but we offended him. "
"It's okay. This is the last time we work for him." Dean sighed and said, "After this trip, we won't take any more business from Tormorden."
"The last time?"
Quick Rope closed his eyes and exhaled. "Desert God, bless us! I've had enough of that guy! He keeps talking about how he knows so-and-so … "
"The last time, huh? That's even worse. I can already imagine how he's plotting against us behind our backs," Louisa said sarcastically.
"I told you, we shouldn't have come." Mickey looked at Dean quietly.
"It's my fault, brother." Dean smiled apologetically at the Barren Bone man. "We shouldn't have gone north."
The bald mercenary's eyes were burning.
"Don't worry about Tormorden. I think it's time for us to leave Blade Fangs Dune … even though we didn't plan to stay for long."
This sentence made all the mercenaries stop what they were doing and look at Dean in unison.
Thales could not help but be curious. 'This bald mercenary seems to have the charisma to attract attention the moment he opens his mouth.'
"Leave Blade Fangs Dune … You mean, leave our current base?" Old Hammer repeated in surprise.
The mercenaries looked at each other, seemingly surprised by this suggestion.
Louisa asked cautiously, "Leave? Now? What's your consideration? "
Dean shook his head.
"First, the Alliance of Freedom wants to go to war, then the Constellatiates sealed the border at Blade Fangs Dune, and then this happened here …
"I don't believe these things have nothing to do with each other."
The bald mercenary took a sip of water and looked at the camps in the distance with a worried expression. "Whether it's Blade Fangs Dune or the Western Frontline, this land is no longer suitable for mercenaries."
Quick Rope raised his hand in confusion.
"Wait, why don't I understand? The Alliance of Freedom, sealing the borders … What do these things have to do with being a mercenary? "
"Shut up." Old Hammer glared at him sternly. "Listen to Dean and learn from him."
Quick Rope blinked with a confused look on his face.
Thales was also watching Dean with interest.
"It's been a few years. The City of Faraway Prayers has not sent any cleanup teams into the desert to protect the trade routes. I heard from Raymond, who specializes in doing business in the west, that even the patrolling cavaliers are becoming narrower and narrower," Dean said quietly as he stared at the sand under his feet.
"And now, the Alliance of Freedom dares to openly challenge them and the Northlanders. This means a lot."
Kant the Northlander snorted coldly, seemingly very dissatisfied.
Dean sighed.
"It's not just the City of Faraway Prayers. Prestige Orchid Region has also shrunk its line of defense. Korak, who specializes in running that line, told me that it has been a long time since we saw Eckstedt's forest protectors from Western Pine Forest to Ende Loess. Instead, we would occasionally run into Constellatiates sent by Overwatch City to encircle the land …"
Quick Rope scratched his head and tilted his head. "So what do you mean?"
Everyone shot daggers at him in unison, blaming him for butting in.
But Dean did not mind it and smiled.
"Obviously, the influence and presence of the Northlanders in the desert, whether it's the City of Faraway Prayers or Prestige Orchid Region, is weakening. These things clearly show that the Great Dragon intends to retract its claws, and Eckstedt is declining."
When Thales heard this, he could not help but have a thought appear in his mind.
'So …'
"Why?" Quick Rope looked shocked. "Why can't I see it?"
"Politics, right?" This time, the person who took over the conversation was unexpectedly Old Hammer. He shook his head with a disgusted expression.
"Six years ago, Eckstedt elected a new king."
Thales' heart sank.
The day six years ago appeared before his eyes.
'That head.
'That crown.
'That … girl.'
Dean sighed slightly.
"Yes, I guess that's the reason and whereabouts of the army at the borders of the City of Faraway Prayers and Prestige Orchid Region. Perhaps the new king, who killed his brother and seized the throne, is a much greater threat to the archdukes than the desert border, so they have no time to care about the affairs on the sand."
Kant snorted. "Kinslayer."
Dean nodded, frowned, and continued to speak.
"The forces of power in the desert, whether it's the large orc tribe or the Barren Bone tribe, will definitely notice the Northlanders' retreat and the changes at the northern end of the desert. Without the threat of an organized army, they will try to head north to fill the gap left by Eckstedt and fight for resources and space to survive."
The bald mercenary drew lines in the sand. Thales could somewhat tell that it was a map.
"At the same time, the decline of the Kingdom of the Great Dragon will free up the Constellatiates' hands. The western battlefront may expand, but it may not. But judging from their blockade this time, the possibility of the former is higher."
Quick Rope was stunned as he listened. The others were about the same. Most of them were confused. Only Louisa continued to look at Dean seriously.
When he saw this, Thales suddenly understood where Dean's position in the team came from.
Dean furrowed his brows and said with a cautious expression, "Regardless of whether it's the large tribes moving north or Constellation expanding west, it's not something a small mercenary group like ours can handle. Our business will decrease, our journey will become more difficult, and there will be more accidents. We can't stay at the northern and eastern ends of the desert for at least five years."
Old Hammer snorted in resignation. "Haih, in the end, we're still not strong enough. If we were an elite group of one hundred men like Blood Whistle —"
But Dean cut him off in an unquestionable manner. "No, then we'd become cannon fodder in the conflicts between tribes or wars between kingdoms. We'd die even faster."
Old Hammer smiled awkwardly.
"Then, where are we going?"
Quick Rope widened his eyes. "Back to the south, back to where we came from, the Three Kingdoms of the Mystery Sea?"
Dean shook his head to show his disagreement.
"Sera Dukedom, Norton Dukedom, and Quel Dukedom are facing the same problem as the northern end of the desert. The same logic applies to Eckstedt's decline and internal strife, followed by Constellation's revival, even if Blade Edge Hill suffered the most damage.
"Without the threat and hindrance of the Great Dragon in the North, Constellation will definitely try to restore their influence and hegemonic privileges in the neighboring countries in the southwest. And in the Three Kingdoms of the Mystery Sea, in the free world where merchants, thugs, rogues, killers, bounty hunters, free knights, and mercenaries thrive, the smugglers' paradise, the duty-free paradise, the sword arena, and the countryside of death … Guess who will be the first to suffer."
Thales breathed slowly and digested the knowledge in front of him step by step. The information these mercenaries obtained was not the same as Little Rascal's view of the world in the study.
Quick Rope was almost confused. "It's so complicated. So, where are we going?"
"To put it simply," Dean's expression was serious, and he was lost in thought, "we have to find a place where the powers and forces of power are equal and wary of each other. It'd be best if their strength is greatly damaged and they're locked in a stalemate. That way, we can find business and opportunities, but we don't have to face the disaster of a large-scale war."
Louisa nodded. "So? Where is Dante's Greatsword pointing? "
Dean smiled faintly and pointed at the map on the sand. "It's still this matter. Eckstedt will temporarily decline, and the Golden Passage and Camus Union will also be affected. Camus Union has always been full of internal conflicts. Once Eckstedt falls into internal strife, Vine City, which is related to Dragon Clouds City by marriage and has seized the right to speak in the union for more than ten years, will be the most affected. On the other hand, the pressure on the four northern cities in the north will decrease sharply, and they will welcome a period of rise.
"The four northern cities led by Good Flow City, Vallier State is the only coastal community, and even the southeastern states, represented by Sanlast, who have been stable for a long time, will welcome a period of small strife with Vine City, who has lost its strong support. We don't know what the internal strife in Camus Union will be like, but people like us are the most indispensable in the strife between merchants. And the small countries around Camus Union, such as Maple Horn Coast, Koyalunk, and Northern Sea Kingdom, will also have a lot of opportunities. "
Speaking of Good Flow City, Thales remembered the impressive marquis from Dragon Clouds City who abided by the 'spirit of the contract'.
Dean continued, "Vine City has declined, so Camus Union has lost the motivation and strength to touch the west and the Tarundi Shared Rule. Alumbia Kingdom will not let go of this opportunity. They have been looking forward to taking down the Tarundi Shared Rule before Camus Union infiltrates them, but that could be a peaceful political evolution, or a bloody war of conquest. If we go there, our future will be uncertain.
"As for the Golden Passage … I won't talk about the Alliance of Freedom and White Mountain, and I'm not sure about Grand Banquet Hill and Wild Vast Mountain. Levor is sandwiched between Camus Union and Alumbia Kingdom, so I can't say for sure. But a mercenary from Steel City told me that Anlenzo Dukedom's Archduke Xide is not in good health. You can imagine that his children will start a tug-of-war over the inheritance rights. The various cities and states around Dragon-Kissed Land may be reshuffled due to the turmoil in their suzerain's country, but Camus Union is busy with internal strife, Constellation wants to retake the three kingdoms of the Mystery Sea, and Alumbia Kingdom. I'm guessing that checkpoints, likin, and even small-scale bandits and rebellions will appear. The merchants won't like it, but that's an opportunity for mercenaries. "
Dean raised his head, but to his dismay, he found that most of the people were staring at him with puzzled expressions. Even Louisa was frowning.
But Thales' clear gaze made the bald man slightly startled.
Dean cleared his throat, returned to the present, and pointed at the ground. "So, Camus Union or Dragon-Kissed Land, let's choose one."
The air became quiet.
"Although I don't understand what you're saying, it sounds very impressive." Quick Rope's face was full of admiration. He spoke in a crude language that no one knew whether it was slang from the sea or the desert. "Are all mercenaries so awesome nowadays?"
Thales also stared at Dean seriously.
'Forget about everything else, just based on this knowledge alone …
'No wonder. Dante's Greatsword. No wonder they can confidently venture deep into the desert.
'No wonder they can gather this group of strange warriors who each have their own strengths.'
Louisa snickered.
"I don't know about the others." The female captain stared at the bald mercenary with an indescribable gaze. "But Dean … yes.
He's just that awesome. "
Dean coughed again, as if he was a little embarrassed.
"We're mercenaries, Quick Rope. If we want to survive, we don't just rely on strength or luck." He laughed, and it was inevitable that he felt a little awkward. "We also need to be cautious and shrewd when it comes to judging the situation, meticulous observation of information, and a reputation for being well-connected."
Thales listened quietly.
'The life of a mercenary.
'I see.'
At this moment, Mickey suddenly moved.
He quickly stretched out his hand and scooped up a large handful of sand from the ground!
Thales and the group of mercenaries were shocked.
The sand fell from the Barren Bone man's fingers.
"F * ck!" This was the first time Mickey cursed. He looked at the thing in his hand, clenched his teeth, and looked ferocious.
When the sand fell off, Thales saw clearly that it was a small lizard in Mickey's hand, and it was still struggling.
'Yes, a lizard.
'Wait a minute.'
Thales realized that he recognized this species … Umm, he could not say that he "knew" this species of lizard. It should be that he "ate" this species of lizard a few days ago.
Under the firelight, the lizard was blood-red in color and covered in white stripes. There were also sharp soft thorns on its skin. It waved its limbs and tail in pain in Mickey's hand.
"Beautiful, Mickey!" Old Hammer laughed happily. "Even a cat catching a mouse isn't this —"
But his voice came to an abrupt halt.
"No."
At that moment, when she saw the lizard clearly, Louisa's face showed disbelief and fear. "My God, this is …"
Thales looked at Old Hammer in confusion, then at the other mercenaries. He found that most of them had solemn expressions, except for Quick Rope, who had just joined the profession.
"Don't panic." Dean's voice made everyone calm down. "At least we're all here."
The prince's gaze returned to the pitiful red lizard.
Thales was full of questions.
'Isn't this just a lizard?
Even though its color is a little rare … is there a problem with it?
'It can't be poisonous, right?' Thales quietly touched his stomach. 'Wait, there shouldn't be any poison that will only take effect after a few days, right?
'It can't be, right?'
"Wait." Quick Rope's expression froze and he pointed at the lizard. "I think I heard Tampa mention this before … Red skin and white stripes … That's, that's …"
His face was pale.
"Yes."
Mickey said coldly, "Bloody Thorn Lizard.
An ominous sign. "
When he said this, everyone's expressions became even more unpleasant.
'Bloody Thorn Lizard?'
Thales thought of something. He seemed to have heard the name of this animal somewhere before.
'Where exactly?'
But he could not remember it at that moment, so he asked directly.
"Ominous? Why? "This was Thales, who was confused.
Old Hammer sighed and shrugged. He looked at the hazy moonlight in the sky.
"This lizard is a specialty of the desert …
"Once there isn't enough food, they will call out to each other at night and gradually gather together …"
He did not continue speaking. His face was full of worry.
Thales asked tentatively, "Will they work together to hunt?"
"No." Mickey shook his head. There was a fierce look in his eyes.
He slowly enunciated each word clearly in his Barren Desert accent. Thales only got used to the difficult common language after listening to it for a few days.
"They will start … to hunt each other and prey on their own kind."
Thales was stunned.
The Barren Bone man said coldly, "Only the last surviving Bloody Thorn Lizard can fill its stomach with its companions' corpses and get through this difficult time where food is hard to find."
Thales widened his eyes and looked carefully at the struggling Bloody Thorn Lizard.
'This is …'
Louisa sighed. "Devouring its own kind to survive.
"Out of all the living things in the world, what kind of creature could do such a terrible thing?"
Thales was stunned.
"Unfortunately," Dean sighed and said, "I only know one.
"And they are living under the skin that is no different from you and me."
"That's why the Bloody Spike Lizard is one of the most ominous creatures in the desert. The Desert God created it to warn us about what we should do in the desert. The Desert God will not bring disaster to us, but the mortals will bring it upon themselves. If they eat their own kind, they will be punished by heaven."
Mickey frowned and said firmly, "It means the most terrifying and sinister thing in the desert. It's even worse than the crow that represents misfortune. Those who see it may have bad luck, and those who eat it will have a rough life."
Thales stared at the lizard in a daze.
'Those who eat it …
'No way?
'This is superstition, right?
'Wait a minute …
'It must be superstition, right? Some unreliable metaphysics or something …
'It must be …'
* Crack! *
In the next second, Mickey mercilessly exerted force in his hand and ended the ominous creature's life.
Thales, who was immersed in his panic, was shocked again.
The Barren Bone man dug a sand pit with a cold gaze and placed the Bloody Thorn Lizard's carcass inside.
"If the Desert God does not bring disaster, the world will. If the Desert God is merciful, the desert will be forgiven." He chanted something and buried the sand.
Quick Rope sighed and patted Thales, who looked a little dazed. "Ignore him. The Barren Bone people are always strange."
The atmosphere in the group instantly became gloomy.
"Don't be nervous, everyone." Louisa coughed and attracted everyone's attention. "It's already dead. We just met it once. Even if there were some twists and turns, it's nothing. Besides, that's just a legend. Besides, no one is stupid enough to eat it …"
When he heard this, Thales touched his stomach with a stiff expression.
"Go take shifts, I'll go too," Dean said with a calm expression. "Trust me, cheer up …"
At this moment …
"Wait!" Mickey suddenly said with a serious tone.
Thales was stunned again.
Dean frowned. "Why …"
"This Bloody Thorn Lizard …" Mickey gritted his teeth and stared at the half-buried Bloody Thorn Lizard. "It didn't come here for no reason."
"Mickey, that's just a legend …" Old Hammer sighed.
Mickey raised his head abruptly.
"No, it was buried in the sand. It fled in fear!"
The Barren Bone man's face was unprecedentedly solemn. "And this means …"
In the next second, Mickey lay flat on the ground!
He buried the side of his ear in the sand and did not move.
"Everyone, be quiet." Dean raised his hand and whispered in a show of great teamwork, "Let him listen."
In an instant, everyone in the camp quieted down. Even Quick Rope covered his mouth in fear. Only the noises from the other camps could be heard in the distance, like a hazy background noise.
'What's wrong?'
Thales stared at them in a daze. But even though he had never been a mercenary before, he understood their actions in a short while.
A few seconds later, Mickey jumped up!
The Barren Bone man reached for his dual blades. His tone was urgent, and his expression was ferocious.
"Someone is approaching from all directions, and their footsteps are very heavy —"
Before he finished speaking, Dean's expression changed. He grabbed the battle axe beside him and shouted at the sky.
"Be on guard!"
His roar was very loud, and it was especially loud in the night sky of the desert!
The entire merchant group fell into silence at night.
In the next second, the merchant group's camp was in chaos. It was noisy, bustling, and all sorts of sounds could be heard.
But on this side, before Thales could react, Dante's Greatswords jumped up from the ground. Even Quick Rope did not fall into a disadvantageous position.
They pounced on their weapons. Kant drew his two-handed sword in a domineering manner, Mickey drew his dual blades, Old Hammer untied the sackcloth wrapped around his hammer, Schubert raised his hammer and large shield, Quick Rope drew a machete with a handguard, and Louisa threw down her quiver and drew her longsword from her waist. With their backs to the bonfire, they spread out in a united formation.
Thales stood up, pulled the Crossbow of Time in a flurry, and began to load the arrows.
'What's going on?'
"Enemy?" Dean asked calmly as he stared at the sand dunes behind him and the terrain in the distance with his axe in hand.
"I'm not sure." Mickey shook his head. His tone was hurried, and he was still panting. "I can't see the sand clearly at night, and the transmission of sound through it is very bad. So they took advantage of the fact that … they were about to surround us, and our sentries —"
"Confirm the steeds first." Louisa's expression was contorted. She gritted her teeth and drew the sword from her waist. She shouted hoarsely, "Send a signal to inform Breeze and the others —"
But she did not manage to finish her sentence.
Thales felt a chill in his heart.
In the darkness, a shrill sound suddenly rose!
* Shick! *
Kant the Northlander fell backwards as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer!
"Aaaahhh!" he roared and stabbed his greatsword into the sand. He steadied himself and trembled slightly.
The sharp-eyed Thales saw a long arrow with a sharp tail appear on the Northlander's shoulder.
"Enemy attack!" Dean roared and swung his axe to block an arrow.
* Bang!
Clang! *
In a few seconds, the mercenaries either dodged or blocked the arrows. Amidst the sounds of sand rubbing against each other and the sounds of metal clashing against each other, they blocked the first wave of arrows!
But countless screams and pained howls came from the merchant group's camp.
"No!"
"Ah, it hurts!"
"This is …"
Thales listened to the familiar voice in his ears in shock and anger. He felt as if he had returned to the battlefield he hated the most.
In the next second, Old Hammer steadily flung his greathammer away. With great force, it collided head-on with a weapon that came attacking from the darkness!
* Thud! *
As the deafening sound tormented Thales' eardrums, he saw to his surprise that the strong Old Hammer swayed and took three steps back. He knelt down on one knee and panted in pain!
Enemies. Countless enemies. As if they had agreed on this beforehand, they suddenly appeared from the endless darkness.
Schubert's shield went up in time to block the enemy's next attack.
"Come!" Schubert roared in anger and intended to call for his companions. "Let's get rid of this first!"
But he soon realized that his plan would not come true. Almost at the same time, all the mercenaries ran into the enemy!
"F * ck!"
Mickey gritted his teeth and shouted. He swung his sabers and parried a weapon that was thick and long. It looked like a saber but also a sword.
But before he could counterattack, he rolled on the ground in a disheveled manner. Sand filled the air, and he avoided a large stick that came crashing down on the ground. "They're professionals!"
Louisa calmly worked with Dean's axe. She swung her longsword and used her nimble body to deal with the three enemies with great difficulty. "Don't panic! Two people in a group! Formation! "
Thales tried his best to remain calm. He gritted his teeth and finished nocking his crossbow by the bonfire. He then raised his crossbow and looked around.
'How could this be? How could this be?'
The bonfire was stirred up by the sudden battle. It flickered between bright and dark. The enemy's figures could not be seen clearly, but they were indistinct. They shrouded the small campsite and pounced towards Dante's Greatswords.
"F * ck f * ck f * ck …"
Quick Rope screamed. His machete was pushed back by the enemy with great force. The poor rookie fell to the ground. Fortunately, Kant boldly pulled out his longarrow and replaced his position. He swung his Greatsword to force back an enemy who wanted to seize the opportunity to attack.
Thales instantly used hell's senses.
'Oh my god.'
He broke out in cold sweat as he watched everything in front of him.
"Ah!"
"Kill!"
* Ding! *
* Bang! *
"Kruli!"
Screams of pain could be heard without end. The stench of blood filled the air. Raging battle roars and the clashing of weapons rang through the dark night with a hazy moonlight.
There was even a frightening animal growl that came from not too far away. It was followed by terrifying chewing sounds, as if teeth were tearing flesh apart.
'Damn it.
Damn it! '
With the help of the Sin of Hell's River, the tensed prince broke free from the misdirection of the fire and the deception of the night. He clearly saw forty to fifty sturdy and tall figures on the sand. They seemed to have attacked the merchant group's camp and everyone from different directions and angles at the same time, from the sand dunes, the flat ground, the back slope, and from different directions!
There were even non-human creatures with four limbs on the ground and long tails swinging in the air.
They attacked like fire.
Ants gathered together to attack.
They killed mercilessly.
* Whoosh — *
The sound of wind came at him from behind!
'F * ck!'
Thales gritted his teeth. He lowered his body and avoided an axe strike at a speed he had never experienced before!
The wind from the axe cut through his hair and cut open his forehead by an inch.
'Damn it.
'Damn it!
'This is … a fight to the death!'
Thales tightened his grip on his crossbow in shock and anger.
The enemy's crude curses traveled into his ears, but he could not hear them clearly.
The Power of Eradication surged into the prince's thigh. Thales took a step and widened the distance between them. He quickly turned around to face the enemy.
He aimed the Crossbow of Time at the tall opponent's chest and pulled the trigger. * Shing! *
* Clang! *
With a loud noise, the enemy swayed in pain. His attack stopped, and his axe drooped down powerlessly.
Thales trembled, but it was not fear and panic. He had lost most of those things in his countless encounters with danger. The unfair battle with Nicholas made him feel the cruelty and directness of fighting with his life on the line. Instead, it was his instinct when the Sin of Hell's River filled his body, and it was his desire to fight.
The prince sucked in a sharp breath, decisively tossed aside his crossbow, and took a step forward.
In the cold wind, countless grains of sand rubbed against the soles of his shoes. He retreated.
The familiar J- dagger, which was as familiar as his arm, instantly appeared in his palm.
After the battle with the Star Killer, his Power of Eradication had improved a lot. Even his reflexes during battles had improved significantly. The Sin of Hell's River was constantly igniting his blood.
He knew that he was in a desert.
No one would save him.
Only battle.
Kill him.
Kill him!
With a speed that he had never imagined before, Thales instantly pounced on the enemy who was bending over and enduring the pain. He exerted strength in his legs and used the momentum to climb up. Then, he thrust his right arm forward!
"Chi!"
The dagger ruthlessly stabbed into the enemy's neck!
"Ah!" Thales roared and spun the dagger with all his might. He felt the wet, sticky, and scalding blood that flowed down his arm.
He hated this feeling the most.
The feeling he hated the most.
It reminded him of that fateful day.
That day, he was also like this …
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
The next moment, Thales felt a great force coming at his chest, and he felt a sharp pain!
Bang!
Under the tremendous force, the prince was thrown onto the sand. Intense pain and chest tightness came at the same time.
Oh no.
This thought surfaced as Thales breathed in pain.
The huge enemy howled in pain. Blood gushed out of his neck, but he did not seem to feel it. He pulled the single-faced greataxe from the ground. It was almost as long as Thales, and the ferocious, wide, and thick blade took up half of the handle.
Thales, who was still trembling from the heavy fall, could only stare helplessly at the red-and-black greataxe.
'This is bad.
'This is bad!'
He thought in pain and breathed laboriously. His body had not recovered, but it was difficult for him to move.
"Cel, Cel, Cel!"
The tall and strong enemy roared at Thales, who was on the ground. It was as if he wanted to shout with all his strength.
Above Thales, he swung his arms over his head and raised the greataxe high like an executioner. He shook his head madly, and red blood splattered on the sand.
"Cel Riche!"
'Wait.
'Cel? 'Cel Riche?
'This sentence …'
Thales felt a chill in his head. 'Where have I heard this sentence before?'
The next second, the ferocious blade of the enemy's axe swung down mercilessly.
Whoosh!
At that moment, his face was facing Thales.
The moment he saw the enemy clearly, the prince was stunned.
'This face …
'What … What kind of face is this?'
The enemy's large face contorted and trembled in pain. His skin was dark gray, his forehead was wide, his hair stood tall, and his eyes were small.
The muscles on his cheeks were connected together, and they shrank violently under his gray, rough skin.
The wings of his nose were practically two thin slits. Only a black, gaping mouth could be seen. It opened in the air, and as it roared, it revealed its terrifying, sharp teeth.
'Savage, ugly, and chaotic.'
This was the only description Thales could think of.
* Whoosh — *
As the enemy roared, the terrifying blade of the axe sliced through the air, fell to the ground, and went straight for Thales' chest.
In the darkness, the sounds of battle seemed to have become much more indistinct.
In the end, Thales gritted his teeth and stared at the descending greataxe in despair.
'No.'
The prince thought in despair.
'He' is not him.
'He' is not human.
It is' it '.
'It!'
"Motherf * cking bastard!"
Under the night sky, Old Hammer's angry and sorrowful roar exploded on the ground. His tone was shrill, and his attitude was resolute, as if all the hatred and pain in the world had been gathered there. "It's the gray bastard!"
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