Duke of Grief

One step closer to winter, the leaves have withered and fallen, hiding the food beneath the layers.

Suddenly, under a pile of dry leaves, a squirrel came out, carrying a shrivelled fruit, and ran up the trunk. In its small nest, it waited until the sound of breathing became weaker before it reached its head. Look down.

Click and click!

One foot stepped on the leaves, and the owner of this foot frowned deeply. The leaves under the feet were so annoying.

The squirrel stood on the branch and looked around. These unknown animals were so strange. Not only did they walk on two feet, they didn't have long hairs or tails, they were all black, and they were not pretty.

The cloak man's right hand is pressed against the hilt, so that the sword body can no longer shake with the footsteps, and it can also pull back the sword to meet the enemy when it is too late to take out the shield.

He stopped first, and then the people behind him stopped.

Two seconds later, a rogue fell gently from the tree, and even if he stepped on the leaves, there was no sound.

"Just in front, about five hundred feet."

The rogue reported to the leader in a low voice, not knowing what he said.

The leader's hood swayed slightly, his head slightly bowed, and he sideways commanded: "Spread out, prepare to fight, pay attention to the time, and start action after ten minutes."

"understand."

After receiving the order, the four people who had originally followed the leader were dispersed, and even the rogue in front of the leader did not know when to disappear.

Taking out the pocket watch, the leader glanced at the time, then put away the pocket watch and stood in the same place to count the time.

With the rhythm of breathing, muscles are constantly tightening and relaxing. He is adjusting his state, trying to adjust to the most suitable state for combat within ten minutes.

The number of Sloane Mendez’s legends is not too much. If you don’t count the legends that have appeared and are now buried in history, there are only hundreds of them.

If you count the legends who lived in seclusion or traveled to other planes and worlds, there might be a little more.

However, with their own strength, they can compete with the "legend", but there are many "superior" who have not achieved their legend, like the Kyle Knight and the Tosolo Knight, if not because they were dragged by their responsibilities in the tragic lead In, they have already become a "legend".

There are many reasons why these ‘extraordinary’ have not become ‘legendary’, either because there is no suitable battle, or they may have done it deliberately.

Becoming a "legend" means that your data is about to be put on the surface. Many rogues will try to avoid this situation. When an assassin or intelligence officer is known to the public, then this person is useless. Too.

There are not many rogues who voluntarily become "legends", but there are many passive loafers who become passive legends.

There are always some stupid people who think that if a killer becomes a "legend", then the killer will not be much threatened, but then they also pay for their stupidity-when the killer becomes a "legend", the killer becomes more powerful Because not many people know the real identity of the killer, the identity of the killer has become a "legend". Not only can I use this power, but others can also use it, but how much power can be exerted depends on the strength of the user.

This is the origin of the assassin organization'Brotherhood', because the organization requires that each killer must be sympathetic to the brothers and do not retain each other, so the organization's name becomes the'brotherhood' sometime, and the one who cannot be named The man may have died long ago, or he may not have died. Regardless of whether he died or not, his "legend" has been passed down and has become one of the many powerful forces in the multiverse.

After that, if you want to create a "legend", you must "know its true identity or some other characteristics that others can't pretend" has become the consensus of the multiverse.

Because of this consensus, many rogues and some ulterior motives with ulterior motives have chosen to continue to hide their identities, otherwise their identity will be thoroughly investigated.

Now that he is standing here, this means that their superiors have confidence in him and his companions, even if their enemies have had a glorious record of crushing a **** incarnation and fighting against the four'legends' alone. , They still have enough confidence in themselves.

The black dragon named "Cervantes" has been completely relaxed. He only needs to fly one more night tonight to reach the tragic wind. At such a safe distance, no matter who is, he will relax. Not to mention the arrogant black dragon.

The warrior untied the cloak in the autumn wind, and took out the shield on his back, fixed it on his left arm, pulled the one-handed sword from the scabbard, and threw the scabbard on the ground.

Three minutes left--

The body has been adjusted. What the warrior needs now is to let his calm mind burn with the will. A real warrior does not need to calm down, because calming will only make you timid and only make you shrink, but the warrior cannot do this!

The warrior should move forward, break all obstacles, and break everything that stands in front of him, until he wins or he dies.

Victory or death, only these two are the true destination of the warriors!

But he didn't want to die, he tried his best to avoid his death in every battle, and evasion was just to send him to the road of'death' that could not turn back.

So he will not escape, he will only fight, fight, and then fight, and then win, win, and win!

Death is the end of the enemy, and victory is his destination.

Recalling the battle between life and death in the past, the soldier's heartbeat was speeding up, the blood was boiling, and he grinned his lips, showing a greasy smile.

The hot blood in the body is awakening his'sleeping' body, while the rosy skin symbolizes the glory of'undead'!

It’s because of ‘Undead’ that he is standing here, so he has so many memories, so he has confidence and courage!

Time left... a minute!

But the warrior could not wait any longer, the intention of the battle was pacing in his mind, so he closed his eyes again, fearing that the outbreak of the battle would be perceived by the keenly aware black dragon.

But the more I want to avoid, the faster the frequency of those memories flashing in front of my eyes, the picture of the beheading of the enemy is constantly reappearing in front of me, and the memories of multiple escapes from the enemy's death have begun to seize their own. Location, those memories that can stimulate the rapid secretion of adrenaline are constantly accusing him of'endurance'...

The soldier's breathing is getting heavier, and as the breath enters the lungs, not only oxygen, the magic in the air is also stimulating his blood and mind, the hand holding the sword is shaking, not because of fear, but because of Excited-he can't help it anymore!

Even the calm breath began to tremble, the excitement could not be restrained, and the fighting intention was about to break out!

three!

two!

--One!

"Ah……"

The soldier opened his mouth, spit out a scorching steam, and suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes passed through the block of countless trees and locked the enemy hidden in the woods.

"Cervantes..."

The right hand clenching the hilt has stopped trembling~ www.NovelMTL.com~ The soldier took a step forward-challenge! fighting! Fight!

Then, win, or die!

"Hehehe..."

The uncontrollable rampant laughter in the soldier's throat had broken through. He lowered his body slightly and looked straight ahead.

Five hundred feet...

Just a charge!

So, start charging!

Victory, or death--

"Cervantes Doig Wind of Sorrow!!!"

The warrior issued his own warfare, and Cervantes did receive it.

After countless trees, the black dragon...

Open your eyes!