Did the tavern owner cook Chinese food today?

"My lord, they are members of the Knights of Light."

"Yeah." A deep reply came from the helmet, "Go ahead."

Between the sea of ​​fog, the woods and the ground were hazy, and more than a dozen black figures were looming.They were wearing pitch-black armor with several knife marks on them, and the cold fog smoked out a layer of water vapor from the knife marks.

After a while, the sound of horseshoes trampling on dead branches came one after another.

The dense fog seemed to become thinner in an instant. First, the horse's head penetrated the cloud and fog, and then several knights in silver armor and white robes gradually appeared in front of them.

The horses on the opposite side snorted and flicked their tails, honked "咴咴", and shook their heads, as if they smelled something rotten.

On the other hand, the black armored light cavalry, their horses are even as black as ink; the eyes of the horses on the other side are very agile, making their dull-eyed horses even more lifeless.

Like a mirror, the leaders on both sides raised their hands at the same time, following the unanimous orders, one black and one white blended quickly.

The white paper and black ink soaked each other, and soon blood seeped out.

The two sides fought fiercely, swords slashed through the white mist, metal weapons collided with each other, and all shouts enveloped this area.

The winner hasn't been decided yet, only to hear someone terrified: "It's the tentacle wattle!!!"

After all, it was a heart-piercing scream, and then it stopped abruptly.

"Twelve patrols, assemble!"

In the chaos, someone roared: "Assemble! Evacuate with me—"

The sound of horseshoes was chaotic, blending into the thick fog like a drama without actors, leaving only a mess of voices.

No one responded to the man's command, the cold light of the silver armor was like thunder and lightning rushing around, and the frightened birds in the forest flew away one after another.

The black-armored knights fell to the ground like ink, splashing out an ink flower, and the beads spread out in all directions.

The purple-red wattle swayed under the feet of everyone, pulling horses and people for a while, and there was a faint howling in the distance, and then the opposite side.

It's important to save your life... This thought filled his heart.

Gray-black smoke poured into the black horse's head, and in an instant, the horse's hollow and soulless eyes glowed red, and it galloped behind.

He ran in the exact opposite direction, tossing his helmet out of the way, cascading from his golden hair.

Running wildly, with the smell of blood in his throat, he still ran with all his strength.

Until he bypassed countless thick tree trunks, the pain in his shoulders kept warning him that he could no longer swing his arms and needed to stop and rest.

Leaning against a tree with his back, he raised his head, panting, calming his heart that was about to burst.

The eardrum hurt like a puncture, echoing the heartbeat, even so, he could vaguely hear the rustling on the right back.

Bone fingers touched the hilt of the sword, and after two consecutive battles, coupled with the wear and tear of his talents, his body was no longer strong enough to support a complete transformation.

Holding his breath, he turned his back and listened carefully.

As if for a while, and only a few seconds passed, with a "clang", the sharp sword was unsheathed, blocking the flying hidden weapon!

"Wilmer Yeoman."

He saw a young man in silver armor covered in blood, holding a long sword, calling his name, and slowly pacing this way.

The tip of the sword scratched fine marks on the dirt, and the silver light on the blade shone brightly. One could also imagine how well it was maintained by the owner.

Wilmer didn't respond, he frowned tightly, his eyes swept over the other party's left hand that was dripping with blood.

No one is much better off, he thought.

Without warning, the long sword from the opposite side came straight!

The aroma of ice edge flowers, mixed with the smell of fresh blood, wrapped in the wind of swords, makes people feel extremely stuffy at the end of the nose.

The two did not use magic, and they were powerless to use magic anymore. Moreover, when the two elements of light and darkness meet, they will only purify or devour each other.

Purely fighting with swords and swords, exhausting all strength.The two had the same goal, and the killing intent in their eyes turned into substance and attached to the blade.

The young man squatted down to dodge, made a roundabout, and slashed at Wilmer with his long sword.Wilmer also resisted with a knife. His heels were slowly retreating, and suddenly his back stiffened, and he stuck to a giant tree.

"Your face is quite handsome, don't worry, I will leave you a complete face later."

The young man's green eyes flashed jokingly, and the left hand that was obviously holding the handle was already shaking violently, and the blood snaked along the palm, dripping off the silver-white chain mail.

"Say a few more words, otherwise your last words will only be this sentence." Wilmer opened and closed his lips, looking directly at the young eagle's sharp eyes.

After fighting back and forth for several times, he and the young man refused to give in to each other.

Playing and playing, Wilmer may feel that he is tired and dizzy, but he feels a little hearty.

With fierce and treacherous moves, he overcame thorns and thorns, stepped over layers of corpses, and stood at the current position of deputy head of the undead army.

The paladin in front of him was just a patrol captain, not talking about magic, but his swordsmanship was comparable to him.

Is the Church of Light hiding dragons and crouching tigers, with back tricks, or is it purely blind and burying talents?

In short, the young man with green eyes and black hair in front of him can imitate and learn quickly, and his moves are also adaptable.

I don't know when the fight started, and it gradually changed a little bit. They were more like fighting each other, even though they were attacking each other's fatal points again and again.

Behind the bushes, a purple-red "snake" lurks in the dark, plunges into the soil, and moves silently.

The soil bulged out as thick as half a forearm, and the surface of the soil was churning, and then it became faster and faster, and the faster and more intense, approaching about three meters away from the two of them, they broke through the soil quickly, and the suction cup on their body opened their mouths!

It rushed from behind Wilmer, and when the latter realized it, his heart was already chilled.

After finally climbing to the present, just dying like this, wouldn't it be too cheap for those people.

He felt helpless, the strength of the sword in his hand was slack, and he was about to give up resistance, but the long sword of the young man on the opposite side suddenly increased in strength, and he swung his sword away!

His eyes, which were more intense than blood, reflected the figure of the young man struggling to resist.

The young man roared, and the sword light cut through the tentacle vines. When the tentacle vines attacked again, he drew out the short blade at his waist, raised his arms, raised his head, and pierced through the purple wattle ruthlessly!

The short blade with bright magic made the tentacle vines scream unbearably, and almost at the same time, one person and one magic plant fell to the ground.

The magic plant's attack has certain magic elements, even if it can be killed, the young man can't resist the magic attack of the tentacle vines.

The young man knelt on the ground, his whole body seemed to be convulsed with pain, and he couldn't stop twitching.He turned over with difficulty and lay on his side on the dirt, his whole body was in a mess, but he didn't want his knees to touch the ground.

The eyes met, and the young man raised his face covered with plaster.

"You're still standing there... What are you doing? You want to kill or cut... whatever you want, have a good time. Fuck..." He couldn't help but utter dirty words in pain.

Wilmer stood where he was, his torn black robe fluttering in the wind, watched the young man silently for a while, and then walked forward.

The tip of the sword was close to the young man's neck, and the next moment, he only gently pushed aside a section of the tentacle vine left there.

"Willingly or not," Wilmer thought, "I owe him my life."

Without saying a word, he picked up a young man who was about as tall and strong as him.The shoulder injury made his hands tremble slightly, but he walked steadily, step by step, into the dense fog.

……

"My name is Hawley, the patrol captain. I'm not afraid of you coming to seek revenge." The young man regained some energy and whispered in his ear, "As long as you don't touch my subordinates."

"The undead I met before were basically prototypes. They looked like drooping eyeballs, and there was no good flesh on their faces, bloody and bloody..."

"They say you're a skeleton, is that true?"

"Then how do you usually eat and excrete?"

It's noisy, it's noisy. "...One more word, and I'll throw you to the ground." Wilmer said threateningly with his veins throbbing.

Afterwards, he heard a deep magnetic laughter coming from his ear, as if he had achieved the purpose of teasing him, he was smiling happily.

……

"You are lucky today. There is no one in Svia who knows how to roast rabbits better than me."

The young man tore off one of the fattest rabbit legs, and handed the rest of the roast meat to Wilmer.

The wild rabbit meat is fresh and tender. Apply a little salt grass and grill it to maximize the unique aroma of rabbit meat.

Wilmer buried his head in eating, tearing off the strips of meat with his exposed bone teeth.

"Is it delicious?" the young man asked.

It was rare for him to respond so quickly for the first time, and nodded slightly.Then, the sharp blade scraped across the skull and plunged into the mud near his feet.

As if nothing happened, Wilmer still chewed the rabbit meat with his head down.

"...The reaction is pretty fast." The young man smiled and went to pick up his own dagger.

The moment he bent down, white light rose from his body, dispelling the gray and black smoke that hit him for a moment.

Wilmer finds the way, and the young man is responsible for eating.They temporarily partnered in the foggy forest, during which time they caught each other by surprise and secretly killed each other, trying to make each other die suddenly on the spot.

……

"...Finally walked out..."

"I couldn't kill you...it's a pity..."

"Here...there will be no date..."

In the mist, the voice in the ear gradually became blurred, drifting away into the distance, unable to catch the trace.

He suddenly opened his eyes, but his vision was not very clear. When he saw the ceiling clearly, the boy with pale blond hair still looked confused.

Lying on the bed for a while to regain consciousness, turning his head, Wilmer looked at Holly who was getting dressed.

Thin but strong muscles covered the man's lower back.In an instant, it was covered by the linen shirt.

It was not yet dawn, and using the light magic cast on the sword, the room was not bright, and it was probably taking care of his sleep.

Ever since he came back from the magic planting forest last night, he had the dream he had when he had a fever.

After waking up, many things in the dream were like mist from an open cage, transpired for a few seconds, and then dissipated, leaving a little white mist.

The young man with green eyes and black hair, the foggy forest—although he couldn't remember the general content, but this time the dream was clearer and brought him this information.

Is that person in the dream Holly?Why am I dreaming about this and it feels like déjà vu?

It was strange, and his subconscious told him that it was Holly: but his heart was full of denials, how could he have met the other party.

"Are you awake?" Holly's voice was not as hoarse as before, and it was slowly changing its tone.

His train of thought was interrupted, and Wilmer responded subconsciously. When he wanted to recall it again, he couldn't remember anything.

"Have you ever been to the Misty Forest?" Wilmer asked softly.

"...No." Hawley added in his heart that he had been there in his previous life.

"Did the tentacle vitex scare you that day? It's okay, I will cook chicken soup wontons for you this morning."

Holly tore open the curtains, and the breeze completely penetrated into the room, rolling the air, sweeping away all doubts.

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The author has something to say:

I was wrong, I wrote and found out who is the person at the end of chapter 33. _(:з"∠)_

This chapter is about killing memories, and the next chapter will definitely be written until the... answer is revealed!

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Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ! ! ! ! ! !I was so happy that I bought 100 catties of firecrackers and blew myself up. While crying in the sky, I yelled that my little powen collection reached 100! ! ! ! ! !

Thank you for your patience and support! ! !