This is the fifth day of the escape.

They seemed to have gotten rid of the Ivalises, but the situation was still not optimistic.

Barrow's injuries have worsened and the wound on his leg has become infected.

"Damn it!" the bearded man cursed as he leaned under the tree.

"Don't move! Also, calm down." Saruman frowned and said.

The old scout, who looked a bit gloomy and unsmiling, was quite serious at this time, and even had a reprimand in his tone.

"The situation is very bad. Our medical conditions are too poor. This is all we can do for the time being."

"But if this continues..." Marcus said worriedly.

Although he only said half of the sentence, everyone knew what the second half of the sentence was hidden by the archer.

If something is not done, Barrow may not be able to survive much longer.

Eric Simon was very calm, and his tone was quite calm: "Marcas, Potter and I took turns carrying Barrow forward, and I left the surrounding investigation work to Saruman and you all."

Ivan nodded slightly in agreement.

"No need, put me down! Move forward quickly! There is no way those slovenly Ivaliseans can catch me." Barrow shouted very loudly.

"You speak too loudly! You idiot! Do you want to attract the enemies here?" Saruman scolded.

Barrow scratched his head and his voice became much softer, but there was a different kind of coolness in it.

"Don't worry about me, just keep going. His Majesty the King is still waiting for you."

He wants the team to give up on him.

He knew that he had become a burden. Everyone here was racing against time. They were racing against the goddess of death! And he! He was the burden that might plunge the entire team into an abyss! Or even bigger.

On a personal level, he is very likely to put Fenier into a passive situation and have to watch Ivalisa do more excessive things in a show of force.

He, Barrow, couldn't accept it. He was not afraid of death. He was even sure and certain that the man named Barrow would laugh loudly at these Ivaliseans and stroke his beard and pull it on his back even before he died.

Let's go to see the goddess of death together.

For this man named Barrow, this is probably the best destination for him under the current circumstances.

The destination of a qualified warrior, the destination of a qualified soldier and... the destination of a man.

He closed his eyes and waved his hands frequently as if to shoo away flies.

"Let's all go! Move forward quickly! I can survive myself!"

"What the hell are you talking about!" Marcus tried to pull Barro, but was pushed back several steps by him.

"Have you thought about it?" Saruman said, looking at the seemingly indifferent man.

"Stop dragging your feet, like a stupid woman twisting her waist with a bucket, and hurry up!"

"Captain...this..."

"Captain, you must not agree!"

"team leader!"

Eric Simon stood there without speaking for a long time. Everyone could see that he was trapped in an extremely difficult dilemma.

"Captain!" the bearded man suddenly shouted, and the man's eyes were already bloodshot.

Eric looked at Barrow, their eyes met in the air, and the two-handed swordsman had a look of pain on his face.

"team leader,

Do you still remember what you once taught us?" Barrow paused. He raised the kettle next to him and swallowed the cool liquid in the bottle: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it would be better if it was wine..."

"If it is for the majority, then the sacrifice of a few is necessary and worthwhile."

Barrow's voice echoed in this area, and the silence at this moment was not soothing or even heartbreaking.

They wanted to refute, but they all hesitated one by one.

Because behind them is Fenier, the king's expectations, and the people's peace and contentment.

No one doesn't understand why Barrow pretends to be cool and lets the team abandon him. They all understand, understand the current risks and the disastrous consequences of their failure.

"Let's go." The two-handed swordsman made a rather hoarse voice from his throat.

Ivan's heart was telling him that he should stop Eric and the others from abandoning Barrow so "cruelly", but at the same time another voice in his heart told him that "this is the right choice."

Countless collections in the world are contradictory like this. Whether it is people or things, there are always dilemmas.

Just like when he was choosing whether to kill the fat businessman "Jim", although this man was evil, he had no right to judge anything. He was neither the Raging Gods nor the Court of Truth, but he still had to kill this man.

Guy, not only because of his own selfishness, but also because he knows that sometimes "justice does not come as expected as you expect." If you let Jim go, he will only continue to be at large.

Jim is evil, and killing him is also evil, so let him bear the burden of this evil.

Therefore, he still held back and did not speak.

In Odin, he witnessed countless brave people stepping into hell calmly. From then on, he understood that "sometimes, the necessary sacrifices are worth it."

What's more, Barrow is a soldier, this is equivalent to the internal decision of Fenier's army, and outsiders like them have no right to interfere.

So, he didn't say anything.

It can be said that Ivan is more mature than before. The battle with Odin has taught him a lot, whether it is concepts or life experiences.

But at this moment, a person who even Ivan didn't expect spoke up.

"I don't agree!"

Everyone looked at Ivan in surprise. Ivan quickly got out of the way and looked behind him.

This kind of hoarse, slightly neutral voice with extremely high resolution came from Xiao Hong. No one expected that this free mercenary who usually didn't speak much and didn't have a strong sense of presence would actually speak out at such a complicated time.

"Uh, you don't agree?" Barrow scratched his head. He didn't have any special interaction with this mercenary in red robe who always behaved strangely, but he expressed his disapproval of sacrificing himself at this time. This is strange.

Well, I will be a burden to them!

Everyone looked at him, waiting for his follow-up.

However, what made Ivan speechless was that this guy didn't seem to expect that things would develop like this. He actually took a few steps back under everyone's gaze, acting very flustered.

After a moment, the red-robed mercenary realized that he was retreating. His chest rose and fell rapidly. After taking a few deep breaths, he seemed to have regained his courage: "Isn't Mr. Bearded your companion? Why are you abandoning yourself at this time?"

Get off him?"

Mr. Bearded?

Okay, Barrow smiled bitterly. Although this guy was very single-minded in speaking for himself, he always felt that this title was a bit weird.

"Did you know..." Marcus thought

He was a little angry when he wanted to speak out.

Why? Why can you say these words in a condemning tone?

"Barrow is our companion" do you think you are the only one who understands? Is it me who doesn't understand, or Potter, Marcus, Saruman and the captain?

Barrow is a comrade who has been with us through life and death. Do you think you are the only one who cares about his life?

Potter's body trembled slightly, and he found that he couldn't say these words at all, because no matter what the reason was, they had indeed given up on that man...

"I already understand what you want to say." The red-robed mercenary looked directly at him.

"Then..." Potter covered his face with his hands and cried bitterly.

At this moment, Ivan saw that Eric, Barrow and others' eyes were also red, and he looked at it all with great discomfort.

"So..." He saw the mercenary in red robes walking past Porter and reaching Barrow: "Leave the safety of your companions to me."

Barrow looked at the man in front of him in astonishment. Not only him, but Eric, Ivan, Saruman and others were also stunned...

Guderis.

Night comes quietly, gently embracing this ancient city. The city is finally tired after a busy day, leaving only dim lights. The lights at night are illusory and flashy, but after all they are better than those during the day.

The city has a more peaceful and beautiful feeling.

Andrea sat on the swing in the yard, quietly looking at the lights outside.

Suddenly, the shadow behind her stood up and transformed into the appearance of a woman.

"Less than 50% of my strength is left, and my magic power has degraded to about the level of a seventh-level magician. Little Lia, you are really working hard." Shadow said with a smile.

"..."

"Ah, ah, ah, you can obviously pass the price on to that boy, but when will the witch actually soften her heart? Is she going to fall in love with him?"

Upon hearing this, the petite spellcaster rolled his eyes.

"...Stop talking nonsense, have you dealt with all the things I asked you to do?"

"Don't worry, I got it done before the association did." Black Shadow was a little proud.

After hearing the affirmative answer, Andrea was still a little uneasy because she had another thing she didn't ask.

"About that guy..." she continued to ask.
To be continued...