The wind, blowing across the field, takes away the strong to pungent breath of death. The hole where the rat people hide has become a natural tomb. It is ironic to see the bodies of six rat people stacked in the depression. After all, they were hiding here a few minutes ago, plotting to attack a nearby village in the dark.


    "They didn''t expect this to be their destination." The genie held a burning torch in his hand and kicked the firewood at his feet to the body. Burying alone can''t stop the possibility that these dead monsters will continue to infect the plague. Only the flame can completely kill the plague in mice.


    "Maybe they''ve already guessed it." Lyon put his hunting knife in the soil and said, standing beside bakm. The knight held out his hand and motioned to his retinue to give him the torch. The spirit was puzzled by the action of the blood lion. In his opinion, it was no different who lit the fire.


    "They were the people of Cang lion." The knight''s eyes turned to each other. Barkm noticed that there seemed to be something in his eyes that was too thick to melt. It was a remorse for his own incompetence and a guilt for the rat man. Now the elves know that he is not the only one to feel the pain of killing the rat man. His mentor is much more gloomy than he seems.


    "It''s not your responsibility. You don''t owe them." Despite this, Bachm still handed the torch to Lyon. He tried to comfort the human beings in front of him with words. For it was enough to make him uneasy to see the feelings in the knight''s eyes. My tutor is a little bit wrong, the elf thinks.


    "They are still the people of Cang lion. So it''s my fault not to protect them. " The blood lion said that the flame of the torch danced wildly in the wind, which seemed to show how struggling the soldier looked. Lyon had never forgotten that these evil beasts had been like him, and the oath he took on the day he was knighted struck his heart like an iron whip.


    "Well, let''s finish this quickly." The heavy feelings in the knight''s long talk made the elves unwilling to argue with him on this issue again. Barkm turned his back and walked away, unwilling to see the next scene. Behind the genie, the torch was thrown from Lyon''s hand, leaving black smoke marks in the air and falling into the hole. The smell of barbecue and a choking stench rose from the depression with black smoke.


    But Lyon did not move. He was still standing by the side of the hole, holding the torch throwing position, leaving him covered in the smoke. The unburned ashes fell on the knight''s naked skin with the black smoke, bringing bursts of stinging pain. The thick dust covered the mouth and nose of the blood lion, making him unable to breathe. But Lyon still did not move. He stood there, his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking.


    Hypoxia, let the knight''s brain slowly quiet down, that kind of dying silence at this time let Lyon feel comfortable. Maybe it''s a relief to die of suffocation like this? The blood lion thinks so. However, when he was about to step into the arms of eternal night, a pair of hands, a pair of fairy hands, pulled him out of the thick black, and rolled down on the grass behind.


    "Cough, cough!" barkham_coughed_fiercely_ , _driving_the_dust_out_of_his_mouth_and_nose_ . _next_to_him_ , _lyon_was_lying_on_the_ground_and_doing_the_same_thing_ , _but_because_the_knight_had_more_ashes_in_his_mouth_and_nose_ , _his_saliva_and_snot_on_the_ground_were_black_ ._


    "Next time! Next time you want to die, I will never save you! " The spirit who recovered first came to the blood lion and roared at his mentor. He was really scared by Lyon. However, the words of the elves did not reach the long Knight''s ears. Perhaps it was the dust blocking the ear canal. Lyon''s tears filled eyes did not have the slightest look.


    Seeing that Lyon had no response at all, bakm had to pull his knight up from the ground and let the blood lion lean against the tree just now in a way of half dragging and half pulling. He hoped that the knight could quickly cheer up. Fire, slowly small, rat man''s body in the fire into soil. The genie uses Lyon''s hunting knife as a spade to turn the soil nearby into the depression and crush the last spark. When the sun was getting to the west, the blood lion stood up from under the tree.


    "I wonder if you will find your soldiers alive." He handed his hunting knife to the knight, and bakm said sarcastically. Lyon''s face is covered with black dust, looks very funny, but do not know why, the elves just can''t laugh. Maybe it''s the white marks on the knight''s long face that extend down the eyes.


    The knight silently results in his weapon and inserts the hunting knife into the scabbard behind his waist. He walked in the direction of the sun. Not far from that direction, there was a stream. Leon knelt by the stream, looking at his reflection in the water, and laughed. He washed the black dust from his face with stream water, but he could not wash the black stain on his armor. The knight found that it was because the overheated ash had burned off the silver paint on the damaged armor and exposed the black metal inside.


    "Let''s go." Lyon said to the spirit behind him, as if nothing had happened just now, and he turned back to the calm and decisive soldier. Although the knight didn''t feel it, it was the second lesson he had given to buckram, and it was even more important than how to grasp the opportunity in battle. He taught the elves that when you kill something, something in your heart will die with it.Buckram followed the knight. He looked back at the mound where six monsters were buried. He knew that there were more than six rat men buried in the mound. And part of this young elf. Bakm''s arrogance and blind pursuit of battle are buried here forever. Buried in this unknown field.


    The wind, blowing across the field, makes the low grass give out the sound of "Kuai". A man and an elf each rode a horse and walked silently on the country road.


    "Where are we going?" Barkm asked that he knew the names of some famous cities in Cangshi, but he had not been there.


    The knight thought for a moment, and he looked up at the sky. Think of at this time cheese and others should be in the Cangshi Wangdu in order to investigate the origin of the plague. He tried not to think about whether the mages would feel the same way when they killed these rat people, which is too heavy for him now.


    "Let''s go to liehammerling, where we are needed more than Wangdu."


    In fact, in addition to cheese and their existence, there is another thing that affects Lyon and makes him unwilling to return to Wangdu. He was afraid to face his chief commander, and the knight did not know how to be frank with his failure like the stern old man. He is afraid that Atticus can see through, and the old man can always see through the fragile feelings that are growing in his heart.


    "Let''s go hammer." Repeated the knight in a low voice.


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