Blood of Mercury

It was a beautiful evening glowing with warm flames.

The still very young Kluveen held an adult dagger tightly in both hands, and raised his head stubbornly in the dark crowd.

"Kluvien Bonaparte, my lovely little Clen - why did you take up the sword?"

An old man who could not see his face had his hands behind his back, his head was slightly lowered, and his tone was kind.

Faced with the old man's question, the still very young Kluveen did not hesitate: "I want to protect everyone! Ask the elder to give me a weapon!"

The sharp and crisp voice unique to children echoed in the crowd, causing them to laugh out loud.

The old man seemed disappointed by Kluveen's answer, and chuckled softly as if relieved.

"How can you hold your friend tightly if you have a sword."

The elder smiled and handed the small round shield to Kluveen: "Come on, try this."

"Shield, shield?" Kluveen's little face turned red with anger, "This kind of garbage is not a weapon at all! Only cowardly and incompetent would carry it to feed the wolves! "

"No no no..."

There was a meaningful look on the elder's face: "You remember it, little Keren. The sword is the warrior's hound, and the shield is the warrior's friend."

"But, the elder... If I hold a shield, I won't be able to hold a sword," Kluveen's little face was wrinkled, his tone full of dissatisfaction, "In case my friend is in danger, will I? Are you going to shoot them with a shield?"

"Yes. Exactly."

Beyond his imagination, the elder affirmed his words with an extremely firm tone.

"You have to hold your shield high and rush ahead of everyone."

"Maybe no one will remember your name—the crossbowman who shot the most kneecaps, the pikeman who strung the most stupid big cavalry, the swordsman who had the most blood on his sword, but I just ignored you."

"But you must have in your heart the same pride as crossbowmen, spearmen, and swordsmen."

"You are not proud of your military exploits, but you feel great honor for protecting your friend's head."

The elder looked down at Kluveen with his head lowered, and an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes.

"There's no more shield-fit little warrior than you, little Clen."

"...Well, if you insist."

Kluveen lowered his head feebly, and reached out his hand to take the round shield like an appointment.

Then, he suddenly remembered something. He couldn't help but raised his head and asked suspiciously, "That is to say, in the future, I just need to stay beside my comrades and block arrows and spears for them? It's so easy... Can you really be called a warrior?"

"--can not."

Unexpectedly, the elder's denial was also neat and tidy.

"Little Karen, remember. Your place is hell. You're the kind of person you are, don't even try to escape from hell."

"You will die. Sooner or later you will die on the battlefield."

"However, you must never let the battle behind you die before you—"

Yes, from the day he became a shield guardian, Kluveen knew that this day would come sooner or later.

Mountain Shield Guardian in the shadow cast by the fiery sword in the sky. Instead of retreating, advancing, without hesitation, ran towards the center of Jianlin.

will die.

No doubt. Kluveen accepts this with ease.

This is due to a rock-solid will. Not madness before death.

Under the guidance of his clear will, Kluveen rushed to **** without hesitation.

With the blade shield in his left hand, Kluveen launched a decisive charge towards Claudia.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa-"

He roared meaninglessly, and the anger that could not be quenched by death burned on his face, the anger in his eyes almost burst out, and the cowardly did not dare to look directly.

At this moment, the stream of fire in the sky slipped and fell.

"The silver in the old man's courtyard is like a spring. The bright morning star fell, and fell into it—"

Do not know why. A sentence from the Old Man of Lonely Mountain passed through Kluveen's mind like fragments of a meteor.

That is exactly the sense of destruction like the fall of a morning star.

A large number of "morning stars" burned like fire and dripped like water.

The overwhelming dark gray flames almost buried Claudia directly in it.

"what is this……"

Claudia raised her head, stared at the falling silver fire that almost drowned her vision, and murmured in a voice almost dreaming.

Gray flames gathered around her.

The number exceeds one hundred, and each stream of fire is enough to turn the ground within 50 feet into scorched earth, but now the silver swords that these fires have turned into are falling with Claudia as the center!

It was as spectacular as a hundred monsters being divided by guillotine.

No, to describe it, it should be a meteor beam directly bombarding the surface of the planet.

But just a moment before Claudia was cut to pieces by the silver sword that fell from the sky, Kluveen rushed over with a roar.

He accidentally stepped on a piece of dead grass on the way to charge. The turbid gray flame that was quietly burning on the dead grass bit his left ankle without the slightest accident, and quickly bit his calf and circled upwards.

Just when the gray flames spread to the waist. Kluveen had already crossed Claudia and ran behind her.

And his blade shield had been thrown towards Claudia's other side before that, and the iron chain wrapped around Claudia and wrapped it in a circle.

The silver-gray sword has begun to fall—

In the end, Kluveen only had time to use all his strength to throw the blade shield up. The iron chain slid in Kluveen's hands, and the chain wrapped around his wrist quickly unraveled to extend the distance of the blade shield. The blade shield only took half a circle of effort under the action of centrifugal force. Fly out a dozen meters.

When the blade shield just turned half a circle and reached the farthest point of the arc, the chain jerked abruptly, and Claudia was suddenly thrown away by inertia.

Claudia flew out nearly two hundred yards before hitting the tree, even though the kinetic energy was nearly exhausted. When the back of her heart suddenly hit the tree trunk, her body was shocked, and a large mouthful of blood suddenly vomited out.

Under the heavy impact of her body, the snow on the big tree shook down in one breath, directly burying most of Claudia's body.

Before Claudia's vision fell into darkness, she saw that Kluveen's body was pierced by hundreds of silver-gray swords from all angles, firmly nailed to the ground, and blood splattered.

"what……"

What she didn't know was that Kluveen was still not dead at the moment.

He breathed heavily and smiled wickedly.

can feel it.

The bones cracked open, the bone marrow burned, and the hot breath leaked from the body.

However, along with the crack in the skin, bursting out from the inside of the body was a power far beyond the usual.

This is also the reason why he was able to throw Claudia so far in the end, throwing the shrouded area of ​​the gray sea of ​​fire in one breath.

His eyes were immediately burned to coke due to the high temperature in his body, and silver flames poured out from several holes in his face~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The remaining power is probably enough to do one thing...

So Kluveen let out a hoarse and leaky laugh with his burned vocal cords, and threw a blade shield that would eject all the blades and increase the rotation speed to the extreme in a certain direction.

That's where the attack came from in the first place.

Even if the other party deliberately hides it, it is impossible to hide it from Kluveen.

His fire-burned, pitch-black field of vision suddenly lit up with a warm flame-like light.

"Finally, little Cron, you have to remember one sentence...that is, heaven is on the left," the elder's voice gradually echoed in his ear, getting louder and louder, "the warrior is on the right--"

Listening to the tearing sound of the blade shield hitting the ** in the distance, Kluveen finally stopped suppressing the poisonous fire in the body, let out a hoarse laughter, and was completely swallowed by the large group of gray flames that suddenly burst out of the body, leaving only A hoarse and indistinct voice resounded like a ghost:

"—I will drag you along when I go to hell!" (To be continued.)