Chapter 274 Missed Destiny at the End of the Volume

Three days later, the black sand collar was on the southeastern border.

Cohen Karabyan supported his "bearer" sabre and painfully squatted on the ground, his eyes squinting at two people on the snow in the distance.

It was Raphael, who was ignorant of life and death, and Miranda, who was seriously injured in a coma.

hateful.

Cohen only felt a burst of pain between the ribs - the other's sword was unrelenting.

Putilai is right.

It is extremely dangerous for them to stay in the North.

But he guessed one less thing.

That is - their enemies are not just black sand collars.

There is also a severe cold snow...

and also……

Cohen looked up hard and looked at the enemy in front of him, looking at the sneer that appeared on the other side.

There is him.

That young man.

The one who was subordinate to the "Sword of Disaster" was defeated by Cohen in the narrow alleys and was rescued by Raphael.

“It’s shameful,” Cohen said, “You’re a personal scum compared to your teacher.”

"Not at all qualified to be a swordsman..."

"Even if it is a sword of disaster, it is too bad..."

They were on the way to hurry back to the stars, and they had nothing to do until they were attacked by inexplicable ......

Cohen looked at the smug young man and looked at Rafael and Miranda, who were unconscious, and squeezed his fist hard.

In the distance, a hoofed horse was screaming in the snow.

"Ah, who told me to just come out to make an appointment, but I met you, and you just happened to be seriously injured."

The young Northland man narrowed his eyes and shook his weapon like in the alley: "You will feel bad luck."

"As for my teacher, hey, he won't know about this scene."

Cohen struggled to get up, but the pain in the Palace of the Spirit was far from healed, leaving him almost unsteadily.

Do not……

The situation in Raphael is far more serious than expected...

Miranda’s injury is not to be underestimated...

The alert officer clenched his teeth.

Only me now...

"Oh," the young man with the sword of the disaster laughed and glanced at Miranda: "The girl looks good."

hateful!

Cohen slammed his fist in the snow and almost broke his teeth.

"what!"

The next second, the alert officer roared to spur the few remaining stars, once again showing a continuous offensive.

In the snow, the shadows of young people and police officers are at the touch of a finger.

"clang!"

Cohen spit out a bigger blood and fell to the ground with powerlessness.

Sabre took off.

He has reached the limit.

Especially on the back, whether it was slammed by Kaslan or dropped by Tuleha, the damage caused to Cohen was far more terrible than expected.

Let him be unable to fight back.

Do not.

"What is your prestige in the city of Longyan, big? Are you proud of the slashing sword?"

"I forgot to thank you," the young man glanced at the sleeves that had been scratched in his hand and laughed. "As a reward for giving you so many 'gifts' in the city."

The alert officer felt the pierced arm and felt the unbridled pain in the muscles of the violent end of the force. He only felt angry in his heart.

"There are still people who are ridiculous," the young man looked at Rafael in disgust: "Looking at the background of my own secret..."

The young man took a sip and immediately turned his attention to Miranda.

"Hey! You are far from them!" Cohen struggled and slammed into the snow, roaring: "We are not over yet!"

"You XX XX XXX bastard!"

From Wola to the West, to the North, Cohen sorrowfully filled all the dirty words he had learned into this sentence.

I only hope that I can anger my opponent and let him...

"Don't worry."

"Guess," the young man looked cold, but he stretched his neck and licked his lips. He was not angered. "How would I deal with this beautiful girl... absolutely impressed you."

"This is for you to remember," the young man walked over to Miranda, revealing the expression of anger and laughter: "When you got the wrong person..."

Cohen, who couldn’t move, looked at the young man’s demonstration with remorse and looked like Miranda.

He can't do anything...

no matter what……

Cohen lie down in the snow in pain, never hating his incompetence for a moment.

Do not.

Do not!

Just at this time.

"Hey!" The rapid break of the air.

The young man's face changed, he suddenly turned back, Jianguang burst in front of him!

"Ding!"

His hand and half sword smashed a blade in the air, causing a sharp collision of metal.

The blade of the blade that was flying in the air was easily hit by the young man and fell weakly.

It was a short knife with a strange arc.

Cohen lying on the floor stared at the knife and forgot the reaction.

That knife...

"A bad sneak attack is your helper?" The young man bent his mouth and looked around, searching for the sneak attacker.

What are you doing?

This level of sneak attack is too simple...

But in the next second, the face of the young man changed.

From the sword that he opened the knife, there was a strange shock.

The shock penetrated deep into his body, causing his half body to suddenly become numb.

The young man wanted to lift his right arm and found that his right hand was unable to move.

He panicked.

Do not.

This is a shock.

What is it...

He has no chance to regret it.

"call……"

The wind whistling, a graceful figure stepping on the amazing pace, breaking through the snow, instantly killing his eyes!

In the white snow, the knife shines!

In the strange numbness, the young man rose his strength and shifted the sword front to the position where the enemy attacked.

But it didn't work.

The dexterous enemy just turned a little sideways in the air and let the sword open.

Then cut it out.

"laugh!"

The young man who had no resistance, looked at the incredible eyes and looked at the other's knife into his neck.

"Although they all have swords, but compared to them," the enemy listened to a good voice, pushed his body and pulled out the blade: "You really are not good."

"Even green skin can't match."

"Scum."

Warm arterial blood spewed from the neck of a young man.

In the endless fear, the young man’s eyes are condensed.

At that moment, he was horrified and he saw the knife in the other hand again.

It is a knife that is from the tip of the knife to the handle, angled and shaped like a dog's leg.

Such a knife...

in case.

If I can react...

If I can show my strength...

But there is no such thing.

He fell powerlessly, and the godless eyes just stunned Cohen.

The alert officer stared blankly at the sly figure and squatted in the snow, inserting two knives into the boot.

Then walked step by step to him.

"puff!"

A pair of thick snow boots buckled in front of his eyes.

Looking upwards, it is a pair of long legs that are also wrapped in thick clothing.

Cohen raised his head slyly.

The other side slowly squatted down, and she took off her thick fur cap to reveal a neat brown hair.

Cohen couldn’t say anything, he just blinked and couldn’t believe what was in front of him.

"Ha--" the other side swayed the fan on the hand and fanned out, but he had a hot breath.

The girl in front of the goggles put the goggles on the forehead, and the red mark pressed by the frame around the eyelids.

She has a few strands of hair on her forehead, which looks a little playful. The nose and face are dotted with tiny, delicate sweat beads. The face is rosy and looks healthy.

It seems quite delicious too - Cohen doesn't know why it came out.

"The old guy said that he was not right. He was so cold in the north. After running for a few laps, he actually sweated..."

She complained uncomfortably about someone, revealing a pair of sly eyes, like a puppy on the side of the road, curiously looking at the dying Cohen.

"Hey, lost boy..."

Dressed in thick and solid, but still intact style of the underground street bartender, and learned the rules in the warning hall, the jokes also respected the police officer a very non-standard etiquette:

"We have met again."

Yarra Sariton, who crouched in front of him, bent his mouth and smiled so loudly.

silence.

Cohen is still staring at each other, not saying a word.

It seems that he was born to be like this.

Looking at him, Yala grabbed her hair helplessly and rubbed her eyes.

Is he being stupid?

The next moment, the alert officer looked at the two companions in the distance.

fortunately……

fortunately……

He exhaled like a breath.

It is like releasing all the shackles in an instant.

Cohen closed his red eyes tightly, his face twisted into a ball, and his face was heavily buckled into the snow—accurately, it was buckled on Yala’s boots.

His shoulders twitched and he made a sob.

Yara was taken aback.

"Hey, don't you cry!" The big-fashioned female bartender recalled a few times taking care of the injured dog on the side of the road. While clasping the shoulders of Cohen, she swayed his back. Incoherent:

"Oh, okay, I know, I helped you kill the bad guys at the last minute, and saved your friends, and you are very moved now, I can’t wait to ask for a lifetime of wine, thank you, but now occasion……"

Cohen heard the news, remembering the desperate situation just now, only felt more sour in his heart.

"Ah--" He not only did not converge, but burst into tears.

Ever since, the air blew the anger of Yala’s anger.

"Ah!"

"Don't wipe my tears with my clothes, you are a dead green skin!"

After a long while, looking at the bruises and the chaotic Cohen, the quiet Yala sighed softly.

She looked at the snow **** in front of her eyes and her eyes were hesitant.

But Yara looked at a man and a woman who were with Cohen and couldn't help but grab the hair.

Finally, she shook her head.

Yala’s face dimmed.

It’s gone.

I have already found a lot of hillsides.

It seems that this information is mostly fake.

It should still be empty.

Moreover, if there is this green skin in...

It should be more convenient to find someone.

"If you forget it, if you still have to move, just come with me." I thought of it here, and I took a photo of Cohen's back. "I know that there is a hunter's hut shared by a star and a northern land. Some supplies can give you a break."

They must be able to help them settle down first...

Look for a few hillsides, it should not be how.

Yala looked at the snow **** in front of her eyes and silently said in her heart.

Cohen was strong in spirit and looked at the strange girl with ambiguity: "What?"

"Hey, let's say it in advance," the female bartender bowed her head to the police officer's eyes and said:

"I have to charge!"

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What Cohen and Yara don't know is that on the other side of the snow slope, at the other end of the female bartender's line of sight, in a large needle forest just a few hundred meters away, a group of people wrapped in thick clothing are waiting quietly.

One of the thirteen majors in the Black Street Brotherhood, "Thunder Axe" Oschu looked at the sky and frowned slightly.

"It’s been half an hour before the scheduled time," Ossie said dissatisfied. "They didn't show up - whether it was the old ghost or the arrogant boy."

Several members of the fraternity who accompanied him also became impatient and agreed with him.

"Oh, maybe they are used to working with the blood bottle," one of them shook his head disdainfully: "The so-called 'sword of disaster', they probably don't look like inferiors like us."

At the forefront of the team, a middle-aged man with a knives turned his head back and his eyes were sharp and scary.

As he turned back, everyone was quiet.

"Let's wait a little longer."

"This is one of the secret ways that Prince Horace sneaked into the big needle forest in order to sneak up on Exeter." The Brotherhood’s arms smuggling giant, "Iron Heart" Sandala Roda is cold. Opening: "Now it is the cold weather in the North, the vision is not good, they do not necessarily find this road."

Thanks to the tension between Stars and Exeter, it is not easy to find such an opportunity.

Oschu sighed and looked behind him.

There, a dozen children who were tied by thick ropes shivered in one place.

Oschu frowned: he saw one of the cowering children broke a hand, while another pretty young girl had a round burn scar on his face.

These goods...

Determined not to be the boss because the son died in the hands of the deaf children, and the communion private enmity?

Oschu walked to the side of Roda and took a look at the others, leaving them far away.

"Just take the rest of the disability from the nephew," Thunder axe turned and looked at his boss dissatisfiedly: "They can also see it?"

"It's better to let Morris the fat man directly..."

Rhoda slightly bent his mouth and made a knife on his face even more awkward.

"This is only the first negotiation. These goods are our sincerity of cooperation. They do not lack weapons or lack of channels. The lack of personnel is the same," Rhoda said faintly: "As for Morris, he will certainly not agree, we You have to do it yourself."

Ossie showed a puzzled expression.

He looked at the group of children, and the slightly bigger boy inside made him look very dissatisfied: that look was disrespectful.

"But to cooperate with them, do we have to look at other people in the meeting?"

As a rising star that Rhoda is more optimistic, Osho has a lot of voices. The young man is trying to question: "including...he?"

Rhoda seemed to have a deep look at him.

"Include him." Rhoda is definitely authentic.

"Don't get me wrong, I still admire the black sword."

"Without him, there would be no us today," the fiercely arrogant boss said slowly: "But their thoughts are too old, whether it is Lancer or Morris - they are still getting bigger and bigger, already Brotherhoods that go deep into the corners of the city operate as mercenary groups."

More than that.

Roda silently said: They are still alive.

Trying to seduce the blood of the year.

But we cannot live in the past.

Have to look farther.

Cope with the storm that will come sooner or later.

"The times are changing," Rhoda said slowly: "When the aristocrats who depend on the manor have to go to the city to make a living, when the wealthy businessmen in their hands can become kingdom nobles, our brotherhood is also Time needs to change."

"We can't stop as simple as a gangster, and we can't be a noble servant like a blood bottle."

Osho’s expression stopped for a second.

"But," he said quite a bit unconfidently: "Although we look at the big, it is just a group..."

Rhoda suddenly looked up and looked stunned.

Let Ossie make a slight meal.

"We are a broken merchant, a lost craftsman, a landless peasant, a desperate person forced by life, a humble person in the city, and a disagreement with those born and noble "decent people."

"It is a dark undercurrent consisting of countless inferiors who have neither power nor power."

Roda pulled out a scary smile: "But since decent civilian merchants and vulgar country aristocrats can form a group, they occupy a place in the country, and they are opposed to the great aristocracy by the majesty of the king."

"Then why do we have to nest in the gutter and compete for the leftovers left by the big men?"

"We have to look at the long term."

"So you have to prepare in advance - even if you want to marry other people."

"You can seize the opportunity when the opportunity to change your destiny comes."

The opportunity to change your destiny?

Oschu bowed his head and suppressed the incomprehensible thought: "But why are they?"

"The group of traitors who have been swept out of the tower by the end of the tower? I heard that they are still collaborating with our deadly enemies?"

Roda looked at him.

"They are not as simple as collusion," Rhoda said. "One hundred years ago, if there was no sword of disaster, there would be no blood bottle to help."

Our old rival...

It's not just a gangster.

Just like us.

He slowly raised his right hand and rubbed the iron gloves on it.

Osho is confused.

"Before the **** year, I used to be the commander of Prince Horace and learned a lot of disturbing things," Rhoda revealed a dignified color: "You think, as a group of traitors, 'the sword of disaster' Will it be called this name?"

Oschu glimpsed: "In the name of the disaster that once destroyed the world? I have seen the drama of the Temple of the Night, perhaps the nickname, and it feels so hateful and terrible?"

Rhoda laughed coldly.

"If," Rhoda exhaled gently, looking at his students, his eyes deep: "If the name is not just that..."

"And don't have any deep meaning?"

Oswego was ashamed of it.

It took another quarter of an hour, and the snow **** on the opposite side was still empty.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger.

Rhoda's face is getting more and more ugly.

"Let's go," in the end, the arms of the arms sighed with a breath of anger. "It seems that they will not come."

Ossie is not happy: "What about our cooperation?"

Rhoda sneered: "Nothing."

After all, not only their family...

Master the key to overthrow the world.

He turned and walked into the dense big needle forest.

Oschu snorted and let the brothers pull the frozen children back to the warehouse.

Next volume: "Betrayers"

The first words: The excuses and reasons of the traitors are innumerable, but the most ridiculous and saddest one is: betrayal for loyalty.

PS These two chapters should be placed in the dragon blood volume, but because I am hand-wrapped wrong, please edit it back tomorrow.

what? I am double today? (big shock)

Look at the update of today's 4D words, and seek rewards! Ask for a ticket! Comfort the fake sword!

(End of this chapter)