"Bedvin's breath disappeared..."

"His he succeeded?"

Together, Elvis and Dimar looked at each other, and their eyes were filled with shocking thoughts.

Since the battle and fighting, the two of them have long been exhausted physically and mentally. The continuous attacks launched by the black-robed enemy are enough to make them difficult to deal with.

Although the force-improved realm strength of the black robe enemy cannot bring them too much threat, the opponent's desperate attack of exchanging injuries with injuries really makes them unable to defend.

If the two of them were not careful, they could indeed kill their opponents, but as a result, they would inevitably suffer serious counter-hits. Even if they were not careful, death would inevitably be inevitable.

Moreover, the purpose they left was to buy time for assassination for Bedwin, so why bother to take risks?

Therefore, the stalemate of the battle has been closely related to them.

When he noticed that the subtle law-based aura flowing in the air that belonged to Bedwin suddenly disappeared, it was undoubtedly a very important signal for Elvis and Dimar.

Since Bedwen did not enter the fernu law by normal means, the result was that the field of law was imperfect, and the unfamiliarity in controlling the field also made his aura of law begin to scatter and overflow in irregularities.

At the peak of the power class, Elvis and the other ones who were at the top of the fernu law could easily easily discover the faint breath that Bedwen radiated from the air flow.

Now, this breath has disappeared, what does it mean?

Success or failure?

No matter what the result is, they feel the smell of relief.

"The mission is over."

Dimar looked at the center of the violent aura of Bedwin's violent aura in the distance, and after the sword resisted the attack he encountered again, he sighed softly.

"Yes, the mission is over, we're seducing."

Elvis retreated to him and said.

"Do you want to leave?" Dimar said

"What should he do?"

Elvis glanced at Beniodao, the "coachman" who was fighting fiercely with the black-robed commander Valdorf in the distance.

If they evacuate at this time, if the black-robed enemy in front of them does not pursue, the opponent will definitely be trapped in a siege, and the end will inevitably end up with death.

And the other party once gave great help when they were trapped. Do you really want to ignore your kindness and abandon the other party?

Dimarmo said for a moment, "Go together!"

"good!"

Perhaps because of the intimacy, the figures of the two quickly rushed towards the other party's fighting space.

After instantly sensing the attack of two hostility, Valdorf roared, and the inscription on the monster blade in his hand shone with a faint white light!

Furious collapse

Before Elvis and the others approached, the danger they instinctively felt was instantly lying down and they retreated quickly. The other party waved the knife and directly shattered the stone floor paved with white rocks in front of them. The violent airflow was raging with countless gravels.

"Ding Ding Ding--"

He caught off guard and took off his sword and slapped it. Soon, Elvis and the others approached Benio.

“Our mission is over.”

"retreat."

After quickly speaking to the other party, their attention was turned to the flying gravel again.

"good!"

Benio agreed in a brief manner.

Immediately afterwards, the three of them were retreating. A misty voice shocked everyone's hearts like thunder.

"The person who killed me wants to leave?"

Circles of ripples swayed in the air. In a blink of an eye, a mysterious and strange middle-aged man suddenly appeared in front of them.

“Lord!”

When the man appeared, Valdorf put away the weapons in his hand and quickly came to the other party's approach and said respectfully.

“How is the situation?”

The man looked around the disgusting Palace of Forsy said lightly.

"A mouse escaped, but it's not a big deal." Valdorf simply reported.

"Where is Rosling?"

"It seems that something has delayed."

"Tsk--he's really lucky."

Saying the words of Valdorf's indescribable, Sretreat's eyes turned to Elvis and the three men who were facing a great enemy, saying, "Who are they? Sasso's people?"

"Yes." Valdorf said: "One of them is the palace's escaped fish."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"No, it is our greatest honor to be able to die for the Lord."

"We don't have much time now."

Sretel looked at the distance at the location of the royal city.

"Lord, you—" Valdorf seemed to have realized something.

“As you think.”

With his eyes falling back on Elvis and the others, Sretel said gently: "Now you have two choices. One is to die in my hands and the other is to die in your own hands."

“Is there no third option?”

Elvis looked at the mysterious visitor in front of him and said bitterly.

He knew they couldn't escape.

Because the person in front of us is a powerful man who has truly entered the field.

Now, their actions have been interfered with by the other party's law domain. If they move a little, they may encounter fatal attacks from the other party.

Can't resist, can't lure.

“The bargaining luck is really annoying.”

Sretel shook his head, and a long sword appeared in his hand. Suddenly, an unwilling scream rang beside Elvis.

"Dimal!Dimal!"

Turning his head and looking at Dimar, who was lying in a pool of blood, Elvis immediately squatted down, picked up the other person's shoulder and said in a hurry.

"I...I..."

The words were blocked in his throat. After a few whimpers, Dimar's pupils spread and he had no breath of rest.

Holding Dimar's shoulder tightly, tears gradually poured into Elvis' eyes. He looked at Sreitel, who looked casual and calm in front of him and said in pain: "Why, why..."

"Each person is his master, and sooner or later he will have the awareness of accepting death. Do you not understand this principle?"

"Of course we understand, but how can we accept death willingly in the face of the killing of powerful people in a field!" Elvis gritted his teeth,

He would rather die at the hands of a warrior of the same price than die at the hands of a strong man in the field without resistance. The former is for himself and the latter is for others. There is a fundamental difference in the two's ideas.

"In this way, where should the unarmed and slaughtered civilians complain about the unarmed and slaughtered when they were invaded by the Osasu barbarians?"

Slaterre smiled faintly.

"When you have the power to stand at a height that ordinary people cannot reach, maybe you forget that you are actually the same as them."

"Thank you for your teachings!"

Elvis stood up expressionlessly, pointed the sword in his hand at the other party, and said, "As the pride of a swordsman, I hope to die in a dignified battle!"

“As you wish.”

Sretel nodded, without any warning, his figure suddenly disappeared, and when he appeared again, his man had already appeared in place.

Elvis still maintained his original movements, and on the surface, it looked nothing unusual, but Benio beside him knew that he was dead.

Death so suddenly.

"well--"

Sighing softly, Benio said: "The sorrow of the weak is that they can never change the humiliation of the strong. Is this the fate of the weak?"

"The weak will also become strong, but many people are dead on the way to become strong."

Sretel looked at the only one left of ordinary swordsman.

"In Begnorth, an ordinary coachman under His Majesty Antonio."

"oh?"

Sretel seemed to look at him unexpectedly and said, "A common coachman? It seems that the old dog is indeed hiding many unknown things."

"You will never understand His Majesty's foresight."

Benio suddenly smiled and said, "Maybe, you will find out in a long time."

“I don’t need to discover.”

Sretel's face turned cold and said, "I only need his life!"

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Chapter completed!