My Heroic Life

"Is it so obvious?"

"No, it's better to say that it's too hard to guess. It's Lan's bad habit to always keep things in your heart."

"Do you still want to preach at this time?"

"So, Lan, please correct me and tell me clearly next time."

The blond saint smiled with a spoiling smile, holding the young man's hand with both hands, as if grasping his mind to prevent him from going far, Roland looked at such a girl with a bitter smile on his face, but some of his own was born in his heart I don’t even have a clear feeling.

On the other hand, Drake's side has become a large group of painful scenes. Each sailor came up one by one to persuade Drake who bowed his head and wept, and then couldn't help but wipe his tears.

"Sister, I, I have never regretted being on the Golden Deer."

"Me too. We were originally a group of people with death certificates. What if we die again?"

"Thank you, big sister, but enough."

The man had tears and didn't flick it lightly, but before he was sad, Drake's mood gradually stabilized under the persuasion of Jason and others.

"I understand." She wiped away her tears and looked at the men in a circle and said: "Wipe away the tears, you are men, don't let people look at jokes."

She turned to look at Joan of Arc and Roland who were holding hands on the side, stroking the gun and saying:

"I changed my mind, I will go to the island with you, and then... revenge for these guys!"

"Well, then I am honored to be able to fight with you all."

Roland looked at Drake, whose expression became firm, and said:

"Then, let's talk about the enemy's situation first."

Chapter 53 The Final Adventure

"That was when the Demon Realm broke out, it suddenly appeared on the black island near us."

Drake was leaning on the golden rudder. At this time, all crew members already knew the truth, and she no longer needed to hide her speech.

"That is a small island floating in the sea. There is a dense fog filled with death on it. The moment the fog erupts, the air contains a lot of curses. They were at that time... My skills are very good for magic. Low, if not in the treasure, I am afraid I will die there."

Drake took a sip of the potion and wrinkled her face in agony thinking about the scene where all the people on the boat fell to the ground in an instant. She eased her emotions for a while and continued: "Not only black islands emerged from the sea, but also A lot of ghost ships, and big ghosts that cannot be counted."

"So that's how the ghost that attacked the Tribunal branch and killed Jeter came."

Joan muttered to herself sadly, while Roland borrowed long-standing questions.

"It turns out that the number of ghosts and monsters that do not belong here has increased, and the fog of death similar to the underworld of Heim, I can almost guess who the enemy is."

Roland looked at Joan on the side with a heavy face, and said playfully, "Is it Herstaya?"

Joan was startled when she heard the words, her face became serious.

"The Hand of Frostflame that rumored to have inherited the blood of Hela's'Soul Reaver' Herstaya?"

"Sure enough, she? Oh, she's really qualified as an enemy."

Drake smiled grimly, all the sailors were shocked after hearing the name of the enemy, and then the atmosphere became unusually heavy.

Herstaya, this is a name that is also frightening in the clan, and it is also a character that Roland asked Leonardo to introduce in detail before.

She is one of the leaders of the Frostflame Hand, the three giants of the Sect. It is rumored that she inherited the blood of Hela, the queen of the underworld in the myth. Hela is the god of mischief Loki and the giantess Angel Boda. The youngest child, she has two well-known brothers, one is the giant wolf Fenrir and the other is the giant snake Yemengard.

God knows how her parents gave birth to these things, but Hela, as the youngest child, is a humanoid, a member of the giant tribe. It is rumored that she is in charge of aging and disease at the same time.

As the priest who inherited the power of Hela, Hestaya became famous in the internal battle of the Zonglian. The army of the dead and the epidemic created by this terrible temptress used their ability to once cause a major blow to the insurgents. Later, it was difficult for the spread of infectious diseases. Suppressed, the Zonglian Body transferred her back.

There is no doubt that as a member of the well-known villain in the myth, her status in the confederation is much higher than that of the mad dog Marx. The strength of Mudel, who is also at the bottom of the temple of Biassa, is much stronger. Countless demons and ghosts, the strength of the battle is hard to predict.

"Otherwise, forget it."

Jason was a little embarrassed to accompany with a smile: "Elder sister, or you and the little brothers go first, we can do it ourselves for revenge."

"Huh? What did you kid say?"

Drake was furious when he heard that, Roland shook his head and said:

"Have you forgotten about the fact that you can't get out of the Demon Realm? No matter the reason, I'm afraid we can't get rid of Herstaya. If we want to go out, we must defeat her."

"Drake, how long will it take to get to that island now?"

Joan asked with a serious face, and Drake looked at the slightly bright horizon and said, "If you go at full speed, you will be there tonight."

"A day, everyone, get ready."

Ending with Roland's words, everyone gradually dispersed. Roland, Jeanne, and Drake entered the captain's room to discuss the next thing, and the sailors were going to do some things behind them.

After all, as the dead, their time is running out. Those with family members must hurry to leave some letters and the like, while the lone wolves without anyone close to them can drink with Drake's permission.

The kitchen on the lower floor is busy again. Today will be the day of the banquet, and when we enter the night again, it will be the time for the battle for revenge.

Roland and the three discussed for a long time, and finally decided that Drake would lead people to stop the monsters such as the Great Ghost after they landed quickly, while Joan and Roland were responsible for quickly solving the "Soul Reaver" Hestia.

After all, Drake's magic skills are too low. The wave that belongs to the bottom of the high-ranking heroes. From Herstaya's point of view, she is like a soldier without any armor, maybe just a shock wave of curse. Made her seriously injured.

In contrast, Joan of Arc can be called a rough skin, strong magic skills, or a saint, and even has the "guardian spirit" Roland, which is simply the best candidate to deal with Hestia.

"The rumors that Hestaya is called the'soul eater' is because she can directly capture the souls of others through the body, so even if you have a high level of magic skills, you must not take it lightly."

"Well, I see, Lan."

Joan smiled because of Roland's nervous instructions. Although a little rude, but seeing the man worrying about her, the blond saint always felt warm inside her body and was involuntarily happy.

Roland looked at Joan of Arc with a smile and was a little misunderstood, but he didn't want the endless nagging, so he could only mutter to himself.

"Really, the combatants in the trial court have been too optimistic recently."

Drake gathered the crew at noon, and one by one asked for the address of their home.

"Write it down to me, your salary, bonus and pension will be sent to you if I survive, and I will check them carefully!"

"Sister, I have no family, leave it to you."

"Tsk, I'm not so poor that I need your relief."

"Then send it to the brothers' family in my name."

"You guy... okay."

Drake nodded and agreed, and the sailors with the family thanked the lone wolves. The people on the Golden Deer were united as never before. Amidst the sound of thanks, the final banquet began.