"You are all complimenting me, although I am indeed the most outstanding bard in the entire continent."

"Uh-huh……"

Wow, Xiaohong, don’t look like you believe it. Let’s not talk about this extremely arrogant statement. Considering the other party’s slightly strange dress and the sensitive timing, we can’t relax just because he sings well.

Be alert!!!

Ivan put his hand on Xiaohong's shoulder to remind him, but for some reason he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of threat, which made the hairs on his body stand up.

"I say young people, if time is tight, stop chatting with others."

Only then did everyone react and prepare to leave, but Xiao Hong looked a little regretful.

"Wait!" The bard suddenly spoke, and Ivan and others turned around and looked at this guy in confusion.

"If it's convenient, I hope you can take me with you. The road ahead is, well, how should I put it, I feel a little too dangerous, and..." He shrugged and continued: "It's a little lonely."

Several people looked at each other, and then Barrow answered: "We have something very important to do, and it may be more dangerous if you follow us."

This was quite an obvious rejection, but what Ivan and others didn't expect was that the bard in front of them became interested when he heard the danger.

"The thing we are least afraid of is the danger on our adventures."

When I go, this guy’s eyes actually pop out!

Barrow was speechless for a moment. This man was so thick-skinned that he was rarely seen in his life.

Ivan also had a headache, this guy was really troublesome.

"It's such a happy decision. I have to say that I'm so lucky. You guys are such good people." The bard put one hand on Ivan's shoulder and stretched his other hand forward: "My name is Aisa.

Ke, please take care of me."

Unable to refuse due to his inexplicable enthusiasm, the person who could only let him hold his arms at this moment could only smile bitterly and hold his forehead: "Ivan, please give me some advice."

In the end, a new member was (forcibly) added to this journey (escape).

...dividing line...

One day later, Ivan carefully crossed the grass in front because they heard the sound of fighting.

"What's the situation?" Barrow looked a little nervous. He was never afraid of fighting, but he was worried about the captain's situation. He could only pray that Saruman and others had safely left this dangerous forest at this moment.

As a result, Ivan didn't respond for a while, which made Barrow's heart suddenly freeze.

"Something happened..." Hill, who finally investigated the situation with Ivan, said.

Barrow hurriedly came to the side of the two people, but when he looked at them, the veins on his forehead almost burst out, and his eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.

It was a bright red.

Under the scorching sun, it is so conspicuous on the green grass.

That is the blood of the fallen Potter and Marcus!

That's the blood of the scarred Captain and Saruman!

The surrounding Ivaliseians surrounded them three times inside and three times outside, with the weapons in their hands almost resting on their bodies.

Barrow's hand left a scratch on the tree. Although his hand was dripping with blood at the moment, he did not waver. He only felt

I feel like my heart is bleeding.

"Don't be impulsive..." Ivan grabbed Barrow's arm: "Even if we rush in now, it won't help."

The bearded man remained silent as he watched the Ivalisei named Izar gradually approach the exhausted Saruman...

"Where is the Storm Crown?" Izar said.

"Haha, I thought you should be smarter, didn't you? You actually asked such a stupid question." The two-handed swordsman Eric Simon said even though he could hardly stand still.

"Hiss..." Izar flashed a sullen expression, but quickly calmed down: "Hand over the crown, and you don't have to die. I can swear an oath to the gods."

"Bah." Saruman spat out a mouthful of blood: "There's nothing to say. Do you think our Ferni soldiers will be as weak as you Ivaliseans?"

"Haha, I hope you can be so tough-minded after a while." Izar raised the long knife: "Sometimes death is not necessarily the most terrifying thing. Maybe you will understand this soon."

Although they have reached their limit, the spirit inherited from the days of Galifar's empire still inspires the two people: "Galifar's soldiers will never sit back and wait to be killed."

Since the leader of the other side is so careless, they should try their best to see if they can drag the other side to death together.

"Ahhhh!" Saruman roared forward. The tacit understanding he and Captain Simon had cultivated through countless life and death tests allowed them to understand each other's thoughts just by looking at each other.

It can be done! They are so convinced.

In just this moment, a long arrow flying from the depths of the dense forest broke their plan.

The long arrow passed through the old scout's knees quickly and accurately, and he could only scream and fall to the ground.

"Saruman!" The two-handed swordsman shouted his companion's name and rushed towards him as soon as the attack occurred.

It's just that the enemy wouldn't let him do what he wanted. At the moment when he was distracted, Izar swung his sword, and the two-handed swordsman could only block it in a hurry.

The huge strength made it impossible for him to maintain his body, which had reached the point where the oil was exhausted. He suddenly fell to the ground. No matter how hard he tried, he could only lie down tremblingly again and again.

"Don't waste your efforts. This situation is more suitable for you, isn't it? Lying like a dog and you can only look down at me, hahahaha." Izar stretched out his foot and stepped on Simon's face. At this moment, his face was full of

It's a sneer.

"What a weak soul!" Barrow's eyes widened with anger, and he could hardly control his anger. He couldn't see his comrades being killed! He couldn't see them being insulted either!

"This is your last chance." Izar crushed it with his foot: "Hand over the Storm Crown, and I may be able to make your death more pleasant."

"Dream..." The two-handed swordsman said these two words with great difficulty. Although his voice was painful, it revealed his unwavering determination.

Izar, who was quite angry, could only vent his emotions by kicking the two-handed swordsman in the face.

"Hahahaha..." Simon laughed loudly. His face could be said to be bloody, his eye sockets were cracked, his nose was broken, and several teeth were missing. However, this heart-wrenching pain could not suppress his growing pain.

Unbridled laughter.

He was laughing at the Ivalisei in front of him, although the actions of himself, Saruman and others

Failure has been declared, but these Ivalises can't even hope to get the crown, and Ferni still has the last hope, because Barrow is still alive! As long as he still remembers the plan discussed before, he will definitely

The hidden crown can be found.

Izar's chest rose and fell sharply at first. He really didn't expect these guys from the Ferni Principality to be so cunning. Just the day before they designed the encirclement, they hid the things in advance without anyone noticing.

From this point of view, this group of people should have been aware of their situation a long time ago, and since they couldn't escape, they simply transferred the crown in advance.

However, did they discover this on their own, or...?

Thinking of this, Izar secretly turned his gaze to the man standing behind, exuding a harmless aura.

Zaku!

Izar thought secretly, and after a moment, he showed a devilish smile.

"Very good! Very good! You don't have to die yet..." Izar walked to Saruman who was standing aside. He turned his head and smiled sinisterly at Simon: "I hope you can still laugh next."

An uneasy feeling filled the heart of the two-handed swordsman, because at that moment he understood what Izar wanted to do.

"You dare!" he roared.

"It's really a feeble threat." Izar said lightly. As he spoke, the sharp blade in his hand was unambiguous, and it directly pierced Saruman's calf.

"Ah...ahhh!" The old scout curled up. Even though they were experienced warriors, and even though they were brave enough to die for their country, the pain at this moment was so real.

"Didn't I say it? Sometimes death is not necessarily the most terrifying thing." Izar lowered his head, still turning the blade gently in his hand.

Saruman looked at the Ivalisei in front of him angrily, as if he were a man-eating ghost.

"I don't like your look very much." Izar's tone was calm, but what he did next was outrageous.

"No... no! I'm going to kill you! You weak soul!" the two-handed swordsman yelled, his whole body trembling as he tried to crawl to his companion's position.

Izar smiled cruelly at him.

A moment later, Saruman screamed and fell into eternal darkness.

"I want to kill this Hundan! Don't stop me!" Seeing the two bloody holes on his friend's face, Barrow couldn't bear it anymore.

"Are you crazy! If anyone can return the crown to Ferni, it's only you! Do you want Uncle Simon and the others to die here in vain?" Ivan growled.

Barrow was stunned for a moment, and he could not take another step forward.

Ivan and Hill felt a little sympathetic when they saw the tough man's eyes moist and red. They sighed and didn't know what to comfort him.

"Um... are they talking about the legendary Storm Crown!?" The bard seemed to have been holding back for a long time. He knew that the situation was not appropriate at the moment but he still had the courage to ask.

"Otherwise? What other Storm Crown could there be?" Hill replied angrily.

"F*ck! Is it really...really...the legendary crown of Galifar?" the bard asked again in a shocked tone.
Chapter completed!