Shaman from Afar

"... Lord Loren Turin, do you know what you are talking about?"

The squinting eyes of Ernst's pupils have seen a murder, and the slow tone has almost bitten every word, like a sword hidden in a sheath:

"Repeat it again and I will kill you."

Loren said without hesitation: "Tell His Highness Connold that if I do not pardon him, I will ..."

"clang--!"

A silver awn flashed under the dim fire, and the old jailer standing behind had just grown his mouth, and the cold biting long sword was already against the black wizard's throat, and a slight coolness penetrated the collar.

The tip of the blade had pierced the skin of his neck, no more, no more.

"Tell His Highness Connold that if I don't pardon him, I won't leave from here." Loren looked calm, and there was no trembling of fear on his cheeks.

The long silence ...

The middle-aged knight did not open his mouth, nor withdrew his hand through the iron fence, against the blade of Loren ’s throat, and the old jailer standing behind him clutched the lamp, as if carrying a sword, ready to charge Come up.

"You dare not kill me."

There was a trace of disdain in the dark wizard's eyes, deliberately learning Ernst's tone and saying, "And ... I know what I'm talking about."

"If I'm wrong ... the sword is in your hand, you can try it though."

The atmosphere in the dungeon is getting more and more tense-the only person who can stop Ernst is the old jailer, but before the Lorin Turin is pierced with a sword, the old jailer will have no time to stop him, and the descendants of this Turin family seem He was also quite convinced that Ernst would not dare to move him.

Where is his courage? !

Damn, damn, **** ... The young people behind the wall are getting more and more confused. They have to do something, whether it is to ease the atmosphere or break the silence, what they have to do to let Ernst put the sword away !

This is not to save the **** next door, but because he is the only one under his own hands. The only life-saving straw that can be held in his palm is his last hope for survival.

When the messenger heading to Ellerman returns, His Highness Connold, who has no worries, will definitely not want to hang himself directly for the second time!

"If you think that you are a descendant of the Turin family, you can make you run wild in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, then you are really wrong."

Ernst said indifferently, the right hand holding the sword did not even tremble at all: "The respect for the 'Black Duke' Roland Turin is only a bit of 'respect'. The current Boundary Mountain is no longer a century ago That's it-even in that year, the Black Duke did not give the Turin family any privileges here. "

"Don't let your arrogance defile your surname, Lord Loren Turin."

Facing the warning of the middle-aged knight, the black wizard could not even see the slightest expression on his face, just staring at him faintly, revealing a bit of contempt in silence.

Ernst's face was really blue this time.

The young man behind the wall tensed his heartstrings, clutching the right hand of the hip flask and even sweating coldly-the timing was only momentary, if Ernst could not hit his head while stabbing the long sword, he was really true Dead.

Young people are really reluctant to do this, because the end is sure to give His Royal Highness Connaughter more reasons for dying himself, and the future in the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain and the Legion is completely over; The possibility that a child can live ...

He is not ready to give up!

"For the sake of His Highness Brandon and the Black Duke, I will give you another chance to choose."

Under the back of the firelight, Ernst's expression was completely hidden in the shadow:

"Loren Turin ... Are you leaving or going to hell?"

Promise him, leave here soon! The young man shouted desperately in his heart-damn, for the sake of the Holy Cross, please forget me first if you are in trouble? ! You are the most important thing to go out alive!

If you died here because of saying love for me, would n’t I be dead too? !

At that moment, a faint smile flickered at the corner of Loren's mouth, and he gently said:

"Tell His Highness Connold that I will not leave here without pardoning him."

The suffocating silence is as long as the end of time ...

The young man gently put down the jug in his hand, and even a hint of smile appeared on his disappointed desperate face, and began to slowly recall that he had had a successful life in life. I also dreamed of step-by-step promotion, one day I could become the head of a certain army ...

He is only convinced of two things now-first, this guy named Loren Turin is dead.

Secondly, he is dead.

Ernst stared at the dark wizard's face, not retrieving the sword in his hand, but also did not pierce his throat.

"Why not let the Crown Prince Connold de Salleon come down to decide this." Loren raised his eyebrows gently:

"I know exactly what he did to bring Brandon down to the Boundary Mountain, and now I have a very crucial piece of information!"

The silent middle-aged knight raised his wrists lightly, and the cold blade hit the black wizard's chin:

"... you will regret it."

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Ernst did not lie to him.

Ten minutes later, Loren and the young man behind the wall were thrown into a place more like an interrogation room than a dungeon by a violent legionnaire. The cold iron chain locked the two firmly in the leaky brick On the wall.

It wasn't until this time that Loren really saw exactly what this "illegitimate child of the Wurz family" looked like.

Dark blue and short temples, silver-gray eyes, fair complexion, plus ... too immature face and thin body.

The height of the opponent's jaw was so low that Loren completely overturned his previous judgment-this guy is at least twelve years old!

"What are your eyes?"

Faintly aware of the "strange" expression of the black wizard in front of him, the illegitimate son of the Wiltz family, and the youngest head of the empire, Lusien, raised his eyebrows unhappily:

"Are you so surprised to see what I look like?"

"I have to admit, how much was so shocked." The black wizard who didn't deny shrugged his shoulders: "By the way, it's curious ... how did you become the leader of the banner?"

"What do you think? Just because I was young, it must have been a family relationship and walked through the back door of the legion? Or do you think that Connor de Salion is a" like to play behind "and let him go mine? back door'?"

Lucien's handsome face showed an almost unreasonable expression, and he rolled his eyes incomparably.

The only problem is that this expression appears on the face of a teenager, it is too ghost animal.

"..."

"This is the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain, the most elite legion of the empire is stationed here-everything depends on the strength and the level; as long as you can let three hundred recruits and veterans listen to you, as long as you can put your stupid dare to challenge you Throw it down 10,000 times, who is how old you are! "

"Even if you are a woman, they can treat you as a man! Uh ... first, you are not a 'like to play behind'? I don't mind making friends with you, but ... you know of!"

Very good ... Overturning the second conclusion, this guy is not a "too precocious young man", but simply a bad personality.

Loren, who had been silent for a long time, smiled slightly:

"... Great, great."

"I know I am amazing ... damn, is this the point now ?!"

Luisen, who had just raised his head, proudly roared immediately—although his roaring appearance was almost less lethal than the little wizard:

"Tell me, how do you know that Deputy Commander Ernst dare not kill you ?!"

Suddenly, the black wizard chuckled:

"I do not know."

"Don't you know ?!" Lucien's expression fully explained what is unbelievable: "Then you dare to hit him in the face, don't you die ?!"

"Wait ... it's actually not right to say that, it should be 'I'm 50% sure' Ernst won't kill me." Loren shrugged with a smile: "Also, I'm pretty sure I can at least escape The first sword. "

"So what if he killed you ?!"

"This is a gamble, and there will be losses and losses; it happens that the person who won this time is me, and that's all." Luo Ethics said of course, "But even if he chooses to kill me, that doesn't mean he Won-I still have a backup, although there will be ... very bad results. "

The head of the Youth Banner stared at the black wizard in shock, his dry lips trembling for a long time before slowly speaking:

"So ... are you going to save me to save your life?"

"It's not free." Loren raised his mouth indifferently. "You have to find the way to Niederhog for me, otherwise the two of us are still dead."

Lussin's throat twitched slowly, but raised his head very decisively, his silver-gray eyes staring at Loren Turin with solemn solemnity:

"No matter what the last ~ www.readwn.com ~ I owe you a life, Lord Loren Turin."

"Uh ... I wouldn't say that if I were you."

"What?"

"I just mentioned an alternative, remember?"

"Remember, what's wrong?"

"Uh, it's nothing-put all the blame on you and tell Ernst that I was being threatened or something. In fact, I didn't think about it."

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