Duke of Grief

"Fur..."

The old mage sitting next to Krylov III slowly spit out the smoke inhaled into his lungs, his half-open eyes looked at the legendary paladin through the smoke.

If in the eyes of the nobles, the paladin may be a **** spoiler, because he has repeatedly disrupted the battle, although it seems that the two are not partial, and actually even helped the royal army-- Because of the chaotic command of the royal army before, it cannot be well integrated. Once engaged, the royal army will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

But in any case he disturbed the battle, not to mention that the paladin threatened them and made them ugly in public. This is the most unforgivable thing!

But in the eyes of Krylov III and Marquis Aroella, the paladin did a great favor.

On the battlefield, if you can reduce the loss, try to reduce the loss as much as possible. Otherwise, you will lose the whole battle because of such a little loss, especially when the cavalry who charged too fast were shot by their own arrows. The morale blow to one's own side cannot be ignored.

If it was not because it was still on the battlefield, the time and place were not right, and Krylov III, who had been suffocating, wanted to go back and swear.

Just because he didn’t comment much on Grush’s behavior is because of this, and now...

"To shut up!"

Krylov III did not return his head, interrupting the whispering between the nobles with a cold voice, making their complaints abruptly stopped.

"Mr. Ok, how long do you think ‘this’ can last?" Krylov III asked the old mage sideways.

"Fur..."

The old mage spit out smoke and said, "The young man is holding an "artifact" in his hand, a real artifact!"

The old mage did not directly answer the questions of Krylov III, but his words also made Krylov III look dignified, "an artifact..."

"It seems that Carl Mian really valued him, otherwise he would not divide part of his personality..." said the old mage again.

"what?!"

Krylov III's face changed, and Marquis Aroella also stood up from Huo Ran. The nobles who heard the old mage's words were even more unbelievable. Several of them also had a flash of greed in their eyes.

"Not only that, the book also has a bit of a "priesthood" smell, so the young man was able to stop the war forcibly." The old mage glanced at the nobles who were interested, "The user is not powerful enough, and uses The conditions are harsh, this war will probably be stopped for a few minutes, at most a dozen minutes... I advise you not to fight the artifact, even if the paladin dies, Karl will take back his divine power If you find him, then you are dead. Don’t forget, what have you done..."

The aristocrats who were a little tempted at first seemed to be thrown down by a pot of cold water, and they calmed down at once.

"Two, stop this war!"

With a sorrow on his face, Grush made his final attempt.

Unlike what the marquis said, he knew very well that his actions could not be called a "hero" at all, because he did not even have a reason and stand to stop the war, so he could only say here These dry words.

"The soldiers' swords and guns should be used to face the invaders, not against their own countrymen!"

Grush tried in vain, and reason told him that what he did would not be successful, but he told himself at all times... If you don’t try, who knows whether you can succeed?

His words are so monotonous and pale. In the face of these complex moods, he looks forward to the soldiers who can obtain glory and wealth, and they have little effect.

"Young people, you can't do anything with "goodness"..."

The light laughter of the Marquis of El Faro sounded at the right time, and he also saw that Grush could not stop the war for too long, so he would speak at this time in order to delay the time.

Not only, from the beginning, Grush has been unfolded, even if he has the power of the artifact as a support, he can not maintain this state for too long, after all, he is just a "legend", even the gods can not be in the material position The face keeps the'divine form' for a long time, let alone a legend.

"'The world can be saved only by kindness and ideas', this kind of thing will only exist in the legend. It is undeniable that you are a kind person, a person who upholds'justice' in your heart, so you are full of blood, The spirit of fighting is high, and you will never die."

The Marquis of El Faro sighed, and the armor on Glush turned into silver flakes, and all the wings behind him turned into light spots. His figure fell from the sky, and he temporarily lost power and fell to the ground.

boom!

Grush fell to the ground, smashing the ground out of a cracked crater.

He knelt down on one knee to slow down the collision, and Grush stood up slowly again. At this moment, a gust of wind rose behind him, blowing the flags of the two armies into hunting.

Grus closed his eyes in pain, and in his ear came the roar of officers of the two armies: "Let-arrow!"

The mage of the two-method division tore the scroll, and then the burning scroll brought the magical power to this world!

——!

——!

In an instant, a thick white fog appeared on the battlefield, and a high wall constructed by the power of shadow rose above Grush.

The first spells on both sides have been released and the arrows have been fired. At this time, Grush can already hear the screams of the soldiers in the arrows.

"Ah-ah! Ah!!!"

Dense fog filled the battlefield, obscuring Glush's sight, and the bitter cry screamed as if in his ear, making him irritable.

Why do humans always kill each other?

For thousands of years, many people have thought about this question, and there have been many answers to this question, but those answers are not incorrect, but only incomplete...

The human mind is so complicated that human beings are better at using "conspiracy" than other races-even the devil of hell-so this question has never been given a definite answer.

But there is an answer that is right in Grush's view.

He believes that the reason why humans kill each other is because of greed!

"Kill them!"

"kill!!"

"what!!!"

The soldiers on both sides were approaching, and the sound echoed in his ears again.

Glush seemed to hear the cold and merciless orders of Krylov III again, and the light laughter of the Marquis of El Faro. They all have a characteristic that most rulers generally possess-``ignoring life''!

Grush will pick it up and tuck it under his breastplate. He sees the soldiers of the royal army break through the wall made of shadow power and rushes over. He sees the black army facing the enemy at a neat pace.

"Throw a gun!"

The officers on both sides shouted at the same time, and the infantry behind the heavy shield soldiers took out the guns on their backs. With the orders of the officers, they threw the guns one after another.

call--

"drink!"

The high-throwing guns tore the wind, and the brave heavy shield soldiers held up their shields at the same time, preparing for the impact of the guns.

Grush picked up the sword again!

"I want to stop this war!" Shengli gathered on his body, the shining light suddenly bloomed, he lifted the long sword, and the light condensed into the sword body.

The paladin resolutely swung this sword, and a powerful force broke out, and the mist of the El Faro family's magisters dispersed the thick fog~www.NovelMTL.com~ The'shadow wall' on the battlefield.

I saw the middle of the battlefield, a narrow sword mark divided the battlefield into two halves.

Grouch gasped, clenching the sword with his hands.

He dumped most of his strength. Now his muscles are shaking and his breathing has been disturbed. In a short time, he has no strength to fight again.

He didn’t know what it meant to be “one blow, then another, and three exhaustion”, but he knew that after his troubles, there was no more “moral” for the troops of the two sides, and he continued to fight, but it was both defeated and fleeing It's the end.

If Krylov III and the Marquis of El Faro still have reason, then they will definitely suspend the war and take a good rest...

"carry on!"

"continue!"

The cold voice of Krylov III and the relaxed voice of Marquis El Faro sounded at the same time, and it was heard by the sergeants on both sides.

Grush's brain instantly turned blank.

He watched the soldiers on both sides raise the weapon again after hesitating for a moment, he knew that it was really over...

"kill!!!"

The cry from the front reached the ears of the sorrowful knights, and the Kyle knight looked at the sky. Although the twists and turns, the timing finally came!

"Let's do it!" Kyle Knight's eyes changed and he pulled down his visor.

Lund Knight nodded and took a long bow about the same length from the flag bearer. He put a thick black arrow on the string, his arms were tight, and the long bow was pulled into a moment. It was a full moon.

Adjusting his breath, the knight of Lund breathed his breath, next moment—

call out!

The sound was fleeting, the soldiers did not capture the shadow of the arrow, and the arrow was already shot...

To Krylov III!