A foreigner's journey

When watching Heather from a distance, even though I know that I am no match for Heather, I still feel a strange mixture of fear and curiosity. This is the reason why many people like to watch thrillers.

However, when the rampaging monster in the horror movie appears next to you, your curiosity will be immediately overtaken by fear.

Rickett looked up at Heather stiffly, lying motionless among the lush green grass.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die! Rickett's short life even began to flash before his eyes, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Heather also looked down at the blond boy with interest, and recognized the child's identity after a brief recognition.

Hey, isn't this Emperor Rickett? How lucky I am to be able to see the larval form of Emperor Rickett!

Ricketts was even more of a protagonist than Gus and Griffith in the original comics.

As a disabled member of the Eagle Group, they escaped from the [Etchration], which meant absolute death to the old Eagle Group, without suffering any damage and not even being marked. When he was alone, he was targeted by the powerful apostle Loslian, but nothing happened. He also accidentally obtained the healing medicine "Fairy Powder", which gave him unbeatable luck.

His research and development capabilities are unparalleled in the entire "Legend of Sword and Wind" work. Most of Guts' later equipment came from his handiwork. He even invented the rocket launcher in the Middle Ages when cold weapon combat was the mainstream.

With the appearance of an emperor, the old master of the Kusha Empire who was able to independently develop the 'Artificial Apostle Reincarnation Device' was willing to help Rickett when he met him. What does it mean to be overbearing and domineering!

When Griffith was reborn as the Eagle of Light and mastered the power of cause and effect, even the Skeleton Knight's water-calling sword could not hurt him at all. As a result, he was slapped hard in the face by Rickett, breaking the cycle of cause and effect.

Heather feels that if the comics develop further, Emperor Rickett is likely to join forces with Kusha's remnant army and Elf Island to launch a general attack on Griffith's New Eagle Group. Technology versus magic, whoever wins will determine the future direction of the world.

Heather gently pressed the end of the wooden stick against Rickett's back and smiled slightly: "Look what I found?"

Seeing Rickett fall into the hands of the black-robed weirdo, the members of the Eagle Group below yelled. Like an angry female leopard, Casca rushed forward with a long sword: "Rickit! Damn you, stay away from Rickett!"

The wooden staff moved to the top of Rickett's head again, and everyone in the Eagle Group who was about to move immediately stopped.

"Oh...your name is Rickett."

Heather grinned, showing her white teeth:

"I was wrong just now. I didn't expect that the real treasure among this group of people is actually hidden here. There are so many gems hidden in a small mercenary group. Karma is looking after you. Are you right, Eagle? The leader of the group?"

Below, Griffith held a knight's sword with cold eyes and walked slowly towards the top of the hill: "Cause and effect? ​​I don't know what you are talking about, but please let go of Ricketts."

"Why?" Heather tilted her head and pressed the end of the wooden stick against Rickett's head, making the latter tremble.

"There will naturally be casualties in battles between mercenaries. This is understandable. But Rickett is still a child and is not even a formal mercenary. If you want to fight, come to me. I am the leader of the Eagle Group. Griffith, let me be your opponent."

Griffith lifted up his eagle-beak helmet to reveal his long, slightly curly silver-white shawl hair and an appearance that was no less beautiful than that of a beautiful woman. His eyes were as sharp and cold as a real falcon. He pointed the knight's sword inlaid with gems at Heather from a distance, and said to Gus behind him without looking back:

"Gus, right? I'm sorry for what happened before, but please help me defeat this opponent. If you and I can survive afterwards, your killing of your companions will be wiped out, and I will pay you twenty I’ll give you gold coins as an apology and a good horse.”

"Twenty pieces? This is what you said."

Gus wiped the bottom of his nose. He risked his life to kill the gray knight Baskison for only seven gold coins. Moreover, Gus realized that Heather would never let him go easily. This deal was worth doing.

One black and one white, the black wolf cub and the white eagle stand side by side, facing off against the wizard who kidnapped the child on the hill.

Heather smiled even more happily, kicked Rickett aside, and sealed Rickett's sperm holes and acupuncture points. After the latter rolled around on the ground a few times, he found that he could not move or even breathe. He lost his extravagant hope and turned blue.

"This child's lung capacity is not very large. Five minutes will turn him into an idiot. After seven minutes, you will have to collect his body."

Hooking her fingers at the two of them, Heather said with a smile:

"Don't tell me you two can't beat a one-armed cripple together... Wow, this is where it starts? How cunning!"

She turned sideways to avoid the huge sword swung by Gus head-on. The wooden staff whirled in Heather's hand with a whistling sound, and stabbed back hard, hitting the front end of Griffith's sword thrust from behind.

Below, the members of the Eagle Group did not take action again, because they also found that they could not help in this kind of battle.

"Very powerful..." Bibin, a giant man with sweat dripping from his forehead, hammered his huge wolf fang on the ground, and his eyes that were originally squinted slightly opened at this time.

Gorkas came over in shock: "Of course Griffith is great, he must be fine, right?"

Jiedu shook his head: "No, Gorkas. Bibin is talking about the boy with the giant sword. Although he is not as good as Griffith, he is far better than us. To put it simply, he is not a person of the same dimension. Woolen cloth."

"Why can he and Griffith cooperate so well when we meet for the first time?" Casca was very unwilling. She considered herself to be the second best swordsman in the Eagle Regiment after Griffith, so she put Griffith aside. Treat him like a god. Gus's appearance made her feel inexplicably threatened.

"Not only them, the man in black robe is even more powerful."

Bibin, who was usually taciturn, spoke again, with a deep and deep voice:

"He was completely playful with Griffith and Gus."

On the hill, Heather waved the wooden staff easily, constantly breaking down the attacks that Guts and Griffith were desperately swinging. Even the [Eagle of Light] and [Black Swordsman] in the future are too immature now and cannot cause even the slightest harm or threat to Heather.

However, it's time to end this.

Once again, he waved the wooden staff to push away Griffith's knight sword. Heather thrust the end of the wooden staff forward with a backhand like lightning, directly piercing Gus's shoulder. The latter groaned and fell to the ground. Griffith did not immediately pursue Heather but quickly ran to Gus's side. He pointed his sword at Heather and squatted down to check Gus's face with the corner of his eye. Injury.

"Hmph, hey, now you have the 'qualification', but not the 'eligibility'. It seems good to kill you here, so as not to continue this boring recruitment work, and you can do business when you go back."

Heather did not take action again, but just stood there leaning on the wooden staff, her eyes falling on the pendant in front of Griffith's breastplate. It was a bright red pebble with beautifully carved but completely misaligned facial features. Seeing this egg, Heather's face changed slightly, and then she showed a wicked smile:

"...That's it, that's it. It turns out it's you, the person at the end of cause and effect... Interesting! How interesting! You don't deserve to die, at least you don't die in my hands."

Saying words that no one understood, Heather turned her gaze to Gus, who gritted his teeth and insisted on getting up: "And you, tsk tsk, I have already foreseen your future, it will be bleak. Blood red. But if you struggle desperately, you may still have a chance of survival. This is my advice to you."

Griffith could feel that the terrifyingly powerful man in black robes in front of him no longer had the faint murderous aura and had become harmless.

It's just...what on earth is he talking about? Is he really a wizard who can prophesy?

Heather put her hood back on and slowly walked back with a wooden stick. When she passed by Rickett, she tapped him with the wooden stick. The latter immediately regained his breathing ability and gasped heavily. gas.

"It seems that the recruitment work has failed. But it doesn't matter, I can already see the day when we will meet again in the future. But by then, [Fire Sword] and [Eagle Group] will be enemies. Before that, Have a good time honing your martial arts, continuing to expand your power, and prepare for the destined battle."

Heather retracted her left hand into the cuff of the black robe. When his palm came out again, he held a gold coin between his fingers. He curled his thumb and flicked the gold coin towards Rickett:

"Go on, boy Ricketts."

"Huh?" Rickett subconsciously stretched out his hand, and the gold coin fell steadily into his palm. This is a gold coin with a very exquisite shape that can even become a work of art. There is a hollow and lifelike skull pattern in the middle. He looked up at Heather in confusion: "This is it?"

"I just scared you, just think of it as an apology gift."

The strong wind gradually picked up, and Heather's black robe rustled in the wind:

"I predict that you are destined to achieve great things, Rickett. In other words, you have an 'imperial posture'. When you encounter obstacles and difficulties that you cannot overcome, try to hold on to this gold coin. It will definitely bring you strength and good luck.”

Suddenly a bolt of lightning exploded in the sky, and the sound of thunder startled everyone.

When they looked at Heather's location again, they found that there was no one there, and the man in black robes disappeared from the world like the wind.

Sword of Fire... Heather... Griffith frowned. He cast his gaze on Rickett, who looked confused. Heather's words of "imperial posture" cast a shadow on Griffith's heart. .

In the eyes of that wizard, Rickett is more suitable to be king than me? Is Rickett the one he likes the most among us?

Seeing his companions running over, Griffith lowered his head and touched the injury on Gus's chest, frowning even more deeply. If this injury is not treated in time, Gus will probably die.

"Set up camp where you are. Gus's injury cannot be delayed. Find the accompanying doctor to treat him."

Regardless of the surprise of his men, Griffith personally helped Gus up.

I can't get that Heather, but Gus, I must include you in the Eagle Group, and you will become my most powerful helper!

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