quicksilver blood

Chapter 507 The Redemption of Mortals

"Are we really going to fight...that lord?"

A soldier lowered his head and asked softly in a hoarse and restless voice: "And the heroine Marquis? The great liberator?"

However, no one answered his question.

Because the soldiers around him were equally desperate and demoralized.It seems that they are not soldiers but prisoners on death row. What is in front of them is not a battlefield, but an execution ground.

No one knew better than them what kind of monster the Marquis was.

It took a week to completely wipe out the druids who ruled the entire country from top to bottom.

Her hordes of fearsome, crow-masked soldiers barely survived.Their movements are silent and swift, and only the most agile scouts will find the slightest trace of their passage.

Once a local war started somewhere involving the Deathcrows, it could be predicted that the war would end within minutes—with the druids overwhelmingly outnumbered.

If this is because the Marquis, relying on her excellent dispatch and command, has always used the strong to attack the weak, concentrating the superior force for a series of victories... However, in fact, the Marquis's army has been blooming everywhere from the very beginning, and at the same time, it has spread all over the country. Fight within range——

Otherwise, it would be impossible to expel all the Druids from a country in less than a week.And wipe out all the resisters.

Not only the druids, but also some evil gods hiding in the countryside of Karal were also found out.

The existence of this kind of power enough to crush other divine arts is a miracle.

No one tries to fight against absolute power.

In the extremely dull atmosphere, the soldier who just spoke couldn't help feeling his throat tightened and his tongue dry.

In the lifeless team, he showed a miserable pale smile: "We can't win... definitely can't win!"

"——We will all die! We will all die, and no one can come back alive!"

He roared and wailed hysterically.

The warlord who was walking in front paused slightly, and turned his head expressionlessly.

The whole team was stunned.Everyone in front turned their gazes.

Subconsciously, the soldier's heartbeat accelerated for an instant due to fear, but he immediately realized that there was nothing to be afraid of.

It's like ordering the peasants to launch a counter-charge against the cavalry who initiated the charge-after they received the order from the Grand Duke, they already understood what their so-called "mission" was.

The only thing they can get in exchange for this life is to smear the heroine's name of the Marquis with a heavy stain.

They were all ordinary soldiers, nothing special about them.If there is no accident, they will train in an ordinary way and die in an ordinary way.Their lives have no meaning at all, and they can't play any special role.

They are one of the "tens of thousands of cavalry" that often appear in history books.Nor can there be any reference to great deeds remembered by others.

But even they were not reconciled to such an aggrieved ending.

To die for a conspiracy is the fate of an assassin, not that of a soldier.They have lived their lives aboveboard, but in the end they couldn't even usher in the final mission of being a soldier—death in battle.

"What are we? What are we doing?!"

For the first time, ordinary soldiers had the courage to fight against the Warlord.

With tears streaming down his face, he shouted hoarsely at the warlord who was slowly walking towards him: "Why do we have to fight the hero? Why do we have to fight her!"

"I adore her! She is my idol!"

The soldiers yelled in a voice almost crying.

Suddenly, among hundreds of soldiers, a dark atmosphere began to spread.

Helga is a hero to all, not just a few.

What she saved was the whole of Karal, but now the Grand Duke wants to eradicate her and slander her——

How can this be allowed?

However, at this moment, the warlord standing in front of him like a black iron tower moved.

The moment he saw Lord Overseer raise his right hand, he reflexively turned his head back—at that moment he almost thought he was about to be slapped loudly.

But in the end, the warlord just put his hand on his shoulder lightly and let out a long sigh.

"I know... Soldier, I know."

The warlord grinned and let out a thick and hoarse voice: "I understand your feelings... Lord Helga the 'Liberator' is also my idol."

Hearing this, the soldier's eyes lit up slightly: "It's better..."

"—Shut up, soldier! Pay attention to your identity! We are soldiers of the principality!"

The warlord's expression became serious, and the soldier trembled suddenly.

"We are soldiers, followed by fighters - our bounden duty is to obey orders! Not to fight for glory!"

Saying so, the warlord gently smashed the soldier's shoulder with his steel-like right hand, and pressed his right hand on his chest seriously: "We are the White Wolf Legion! We are the last barrier of Karal! Eternal loyalty The one—the white wolf never retreats!"

"We may die here... no, we will surely die here! But our tombstones will read 'they were from the loyal White Wolves, may their spirits be guided'...we are heroes too!"

"but……"

"Enough, boy."

The warlord shook his head in disappointment, not wanting to pay any more attention to this stubborn boy.

He was both an Overseer and a Gendarmerie.If it was on weekdays, he would have killed this kid on the spot for desertion.

But today is different.A kind of exhaustion welling up from the bottom of his heart made him not want to fuss with this stupid guy.

Anyway, they are all going to die today, it's nothing more than the difference between early death and late death.

Before he died, he didn't want to do any more murders.In his whole life, he has taken enough lives.

But seeing a pair of stubborn and desperate eyes, the warlord decided to do one last good deed at the end of his life.

Yes, good deeds—

In his opinion, there is no good deed better than making people laugh and die with hope.

"Do you know, we may really become legends." The warlord said.

"legend?"

The soldier laughed to himself.

But the warlord shook his head: "We really have the possibility to become heroes. Because Your Excellency the Liberator said that she will only dispatch one person this time—"

"Doesn't that mean that she will go to battle in person?"

"No, this time she's going to dispatch someone else. Obviously, she's going to create a new miracle. The miracle of destroying all the resisters with just one person."

As if realizing something, the soldier's lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything in the end.

"That's right, we can do one last thing... Soldier, do you believe that we can create a miracle with our own hands—use this useless life that will be lost sooner or later, and create a new miracle."

Saying this, as if he was convinced by himself, the warlord's eyes flickered: "Maybe our reputation is not very good, but we will lift up the greater one, and let the miracle of our personal participation be passed down forever-this is We can't do it even if we sacrifice several times of our lives. This is also the greatest resistance we can make against the Grand Duke."

"How about it, soldier? Do you dare?"

Hearing this, the soldiers looked at each other and laughed inexplicably.

They walked up one by one as if they were greeting old friends, patted the usually unattainable Overseer on the shoulder affectionately, and hugged him.

"Ah, of course."

"It's a matter of course."

"It's you who dare not."

After people hugged each other, smiled and prayed to each other, they paused for a moment and inexplicably focused their eyes on something.

There was no one here before.But at some point, a black-haired girl in a blood-red dress stood there.

"Please take it easy, miss."

The warlord smiled and said, his voice was full of open-mindedness: "We will not resist. Just come and kill us...Of course, I hope you will use a gentler method as possible."

"Yes, beautiful lady, please be gentle."

"It's just a poor life—"

"We really won't resist. Please don't worry too much."

Having said that, everyone looked over with a smile, looking forward to their own death as if they were looking forward to their own life.

"You...these people are really interesting."

The black-haired girl was silent for a long time, and then smiled softly: "Don't worry, I won't make you feel any pain."

"That's good...By the way, if we choose to resist, will it cause you some trouble?"

When the warlord asked the black-haired girl this question, his eyes hinted at something.

The black-haired girl looked at the expectant eyes of the soldiers, and there was a flash of nostalgia in her eyes.

"Ah, of course. I'm just an ordinary weak woman, how can I beat so many of you?"

She said gently: "I thank you in my name, Elcardo."

"—Really, thank you for the miracle you gave."

The moment she spoke, the eyes of the young soldiers showed a dazzling light of salvation.

In that instant, their deaths took on meaning.

　Chapter 2 will probably be delayed until after zero o'clock...you don't have to wait, just wait until tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)