Robar blinked hard, as if he wanted to force tears back, and his lips tightly pursed, and the loose skin on his cheeks shook slightly from excitement.

“We should have a child…If it weren’t for that accident, Anna and I should have a child!

I won't let him be a hunter, but I will teach them to stay away from the blood clan.

But that was just my daydream…so I gave up.

I thought it would be not a daydream to spend a few years peacefully with Anna after saving the world, but in the end, I was still dreaming.”

Robar said with red eyes and kept talking. His words had no cause and effect. He simply described the fragments of life he and his wife experienced in memory. Rather than saying what he wanted to express, he was venting what he was venting.

As Robar spoke, tears flowed down unscrupulously, flowing down the ravines on his face, all over his face.

Edmons' eyes were slightly red, and he looked at Robar's gray eyes with compassion. He felt like a big stone was pressed on his heart.

Anna Murfit, once the God-Seven Hunters, lost the ability to give birth to offspring because of missions. As Robert's best friend and junior, he knew this not-so-secret secret.

He knew how bumpy the old man in front of him had in his life, but no matter how many difficulties he had experienced, he kept the maximum expectations for life.

Roman Rolland once said that there is only one kind of hero in the world, that is, after knowing the truth of life, he still loves life. Although this sentence is a bit one-sided, there is no doubt that Robar is such a person.

But unfortunately, Robert finally lost that love... because fate took away the last glory of his life, even if it was the glory of fantasy.

...

This is a commercial street in Donglin City, and the hunters are almost completely suppressed by the blood clan.

The two of them started a melee using shops on the east and west sides as bases.

The person responsible for confronting the hunters was the fallen warriors studied by Zhao Qingqiu and the elite among the blood clan. Obviously, the blood clan also knew that ordinary blood servants were pigs and cows waiting to be slaughtered in front of the hunters.

The blood clan should have been evenly matched by the hunter, but unfortunately, the hunter side miscalculated the blood clan's troops here. Among the hunters on this commercial street, there were only three divine artifacts, and these three were mainly healing magic arts.

On the other hand, there are at least five people who can use superpowers. Ordinary hunters have no power to resist in front of those superpowers.

A handsome young man hid behind other blood clans, walked slowly, watching the two sides fight to the death with a serious look on their faces.

He did not do anything at all, but no one had any objections to this, because he was a psychic, and the precious mental power of the psychic is used to lock and kill those high-level hunters.

"Yan Fan! There is a hunter there who has killed thirteen of us!"

Suddenly, a man ran over and shouted to the young man from a distance.

Yan Fan frowned and turned around and walked quickly towards the other party: "Is it a magician?"

"No, but he's amazing!"

...

On the other side of the commercial street, Zheng Yu killed the thirteenth blood clan. He panted and pulled the flame blade out of the corpse at his feet. The other blood clans around him took the opportunity to launch an attack.

Zheng Yu looked swayed, and the flame blade waved, blocking all the opponent's attacks.

The flexibility and changeability of the blood clan blood sword made most hunters very troubled, and Zheng Yu was the same. If he hadn't practiced the decomposition sword technique of the Holy See to a very high level, he might have been unable to withstand the attacks of so many blood clans.

His eyes were slightly brighter, and he found the right opportunity to draw a sword. The sharpness of the flame blade cut open the belly of one of the blood clans, but this time the flame blade did not ignite the flame blade, and the flame blade without flame did not have enough lethality.

"Damn it, damn!"

Zheng Yu stuttered and cursed.

His hand holding the sword was still steady and powerful, but his physical strength had been exhausted so much that he could not swing the speed as fast as before, which meant that the flame blade had lost its due power in his hand.

This is what Lord Edmons said about the war. As expected, it is a hundred times more difficult than the previous tasks.

Although Zheng Yu has performed many high-risk tasks and has been approaching death countless times, there has never been a task as difficult as it is now. Perhaps the horror of the war is nothing to see at a glance.

You kill the enemy in front of you, and there is another one, kill a group, and there is another group. No one knows what the criteria for ending this mission is. If it lasts for a long time, you will even lose yourself, as if you are not holding a sword and killing the enemy, but using weapons to control your body.

"Preat!" Zheng Yu shouted.

"I'll do it!"

"I'll do it!"

Several people shouted and ran towards the place where Zheng Yu was.

Zheng Yu retreated from the front, and his companions quickly filled the gap in his position, and their cooperation was intimate.

Seeing this scene, the people of the blood clan were slightly shocked and their expressions became even more serious. These hunters were really difficult to deal with. They could finally use the man to death, but in the end they actually gave him time to breathe.

After Zheng Yu retreated, a woman rushed forward and placed her hand on Zheng Yu's chest. Then, a warm force was injected into Zheng Yu's body. She was the hunter's precious healing magician.

Zheng Yu's physical strength is gradually recovering, but his mental fatigue is difficult to recover.

This was only a few minutes of rest. He should have been empty-headed and thought nothing, but at this moment he couldn't help but think randomly.

He thought of his elder sister.

This war is cruel. Maybe he will die. Will he bring his feelings into the grave even if he dies?

He once heard others say that when a person is about to die, he always thinks of many things, especially those unfinished wishes. Perhaps this is his unfinished wish.

Zheng Yu always knew that he liked Chen Ya. Not only that, he also knew that his relationship was destined to have no good ending, and that was absolutely no future relationship.

Because he knew what kind of person the eldest sister was, there was nothing else in her eyes except killing vampires. After all, Zheng Yu also knew how her husband died.

No matter what angle it looks at, the eldest sister will never have personal feelings anymore, and she will never be able to come out.

It is precisely because of this that he has not said it yet.

If he confessed to his elder sister one day, he might be scolded, or he might be persuaded by the other party to find another person... He was not sure what Chen Ya would react, he only knew that he would be rejected.

But if he dies in the next second, he still hopes to confess his feelings to his elder sister. He does not expect the answer, but just hopes that there are no regrets.

"Captain Zheng! Do you feel better?"

The goddess wizard asked.

Zheng Yu was stunned and came to his senses: "Okay, it's much better, thank you, thank you!"

The other party nodded slightly to him, turned around and went to another place. Zheng Yu held the flame blade again and walked towards the melee in front of him.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, a hunter who was only a few meters away from him suddenly felt as if he was hit by a heavy hammer and fell straight towards the ground.
Chapter completed!