Chapter 59 Chapter 58

I don't have to pinch myself like I usually do, this silly but effective way of trying to figure out if this is a hallucination going on in my head.Because I've had enough pain. The sudden sharp pain from my arm pierced my brain like a screwdriver, carefully calibrated the focus, and made the hazy images in my mind clear, telling me that everything that happened in front of me was real.I was on the battlefield of the Elven Demon Realm, and I witnessed the battle between water and wind. In the blood mist full of metallic taste, not only the opponent's enemy soldiers, but also war rhinos, manticores, octopus sea monsters, and even - a head covered in silver white A scaled dragon.

I turned my head and saw half of the three-feathered arrow suddenly protruding from my arm, the tail of the arrow was trembling in the cold wind. I took a deep breath.It's just an arrow, I told myself, arrows fly like locusts on a chaotic battlefield, and I'm lucky enough not to have my elbow snapped off by a madmanticore, or worse, in the Evergreen Lands. foolishly revealing his whereabouts to any black robe in the country. But I forgot that there was another person beside me at the moment. "You've been hit by an arrow!" Lotbar yelled rashly. "Shut up." I gritted my teeth to resist the pain, and tried to cut that damned arrow in two with the dagger in my other hand.

No, my hands were shaking, in both hands, tears were welling in my eyes, and the pain was so intense that I almost fainted. Close at hand, Lotbar frowned. "Does it hurt?" he asked. My attention was all on the arrowhead, and I didn't speak. "Because I hurt too," Lotbar said.He took my hand. I lift my eyes. Those orange-red pupils were just above my focal length, only a dangerous finger away.I can smell the hot breath of the other party, thick and warm, like a comfortable wool scarf, blindfolding my eyes, so that I don't have to face the bloody and killing world around me.

His shadow was cast upon the tall spire of Bran Castle.The smell from the leather trench coat is familiar and peaceful.He got closer, the shadow expanded endlessly, and then the gentle darkness covered everything between the sky and the earth. In my groggy state, I bit my lip to suppress a scream that almost came out. Not only because the pain in the arm suddenly increased tenfold, but another arrow shot into the grass between me and him, and the dazzling blood dripped from the feathers on the hilt of the sword.so close!But an inch away can hit me or him again. "Thank you." I let out a breath slowly, and moved my injured arm lightly.After the arrow was taken out with the help of the opponent, the blood hole on it quickly healed, and within a few seconds, the blood no longer oozes from my damaged sleeve.

Lotbar shrugged. "Now I don't have any pain," he said. I looked at him in astonishment.At that moment, I almost thought he had recovered all his memories.He turned back into the devil Lotbar I knew, with a power that was legendary enough to rival Hiss in his body. But he just shook his head. "Whoever you think I am, Miss Kidnapper, or who you 'hope' I am." He said clearly, "I'm not the one you need. I don't have his memory, nor his power. These two days As you have seen since then, I am just an incompetent and useless fellow who bears no resemblance to my great brother except in appearance."

When Heath was mentioned, he raised his head and narrowed his eyes to stare at the silver-white shadow in the sky.The plain below trembled with the dragon's roar, and all soldiers and beasts on the battlefield trembled under the shadow of its wings. "What are you going to use against my brother now?" He looked at me. I want to hold his hand and tell him: You are the devil Lotbar, you are important.You matter to me, to D, and to the world.You are not alone now, I am with you - on this battlefield, unite all of us to deal with the devil Odjeto. But I can't.My injured arm has healed, but it still weighs over a thousand pounds.

The tower-like body of a mermaid warrior fell heavily in front of me, and the icy mud mixed with hot blood splashed hard on my face.It was a boy who was almost the same age as Alex, his young and resolute face hadn't been sculpted by the years, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't seem to believe that he was dead at all.Beside him was a disgusting hill formed by the piled up corpses of countless goblins. Not far away, several WindClan soldiers lay crookedly in pools of blood and mud. I remembered what Alex said.He said the girls in his hometown were still fighting to marry him.The dead child probably did the same.He is so handsome.And if his martial arts were not outstanding, he would not have come to this battlefield that has been forgotten by the gods.

I bit my lip hard.All because of me. Because of my feud with Hiss.Because Lotbar died because of me.I have thought more than once that if I were the one who died in Bran Castle, everything would be different now.If I don't "steal" Lotbal from the tower of Evergreen, it may be a long, long time before this war breaks out.Maybe at that time Alex and this boy had grown up and had family members and offspring, maybe the country under the waves would be a hundred times stronger than it is now, maybe there wouldn't be so many tragedies happening at that time... At this moment, for the first time in my life, I deeply realized the difference between myself and D.

Whether it was six hundred years ago or today, D was born a warrior, and he has always fought for the glory of victory.And it seems to me that no war is ever glorious in itself.War is ugly.War means bloodshed and sacrifice.It signifies the final separation of lovers.It means that the country is ruined and the family is destroyed.Means helpless pathos.It means that the good will eventually fade away.Means the end of all hope. Is not it?War never solves any problems.Destroying the entire world in front of you is not an option. I raised my face with difficulty, and saw that the giant dragon above my head was not afraid of the tentacles of the octopus and sea monster. It was still hovering in the center of the battlefield, violently flapping its huge fleshy wings on both sides. The sudden gust of wind made me unable to open my eyes. .A few manticores on the ground hissed sharply, their thick four claws could barely grasp the grass, and the warriors on the plain were even more shaky, stabbing the tip of their spears into the ground to gain a firm footing.The last trace of fog left on the battlefield was driven away by the hurricane, and the huge and bloated body of the giant sea monster originally hidden in the fog was completely exposed in the wilderness.

The white flying dragon in the air suddenly folded its wings tightly, like a spear stabbed by a knight, gathered all its strength and swooped down towards the sea monster!Several tentacles protruded from the side of the sea monster at the same time, but the flying dragon moved nimbly and quickly. It did a few somersaults in mid-air, avoiding those dangerous tentacles, and rushed directly in front of the sea monster. Its strong and sharp claws slammed Probing forward, one eye of the sea monster was immediately blinded! The sea monster's body gave out terrifying convulsions. It shrank suddenly, and then expanded violently again. All the tentacles on its body expanded dozens of times in an instant. They desperately slapped the ground and the sky, and slapped the enemies around them, making slippery water sounds. , the large and small suction cups all over the tentacles are like giant mouths constantly surging, trying to devour everything that can be touched around it.

After blinding one of the sea monster's eyes, the flying dragon tried to fly again, but was stopped by those crazy tentacles. It avoided the opponent's attack with the fastest speed, and finally was tightly wrapped around its paws by a suddenly expanding tentacles.The flying dragon let out an earth-shattering roar, waved its giant wings and tried to break free, but the tentacles held tightly.The flying dragon struggled for a long time, but was unable to drive the heavy sea monster into the air, and was finally forced to land on the ground not far away. But the severely wounded sea monster is already at the end of its battle.The fog that shrouded the battlefield has long dissipated, and there is no longer any defense to protect its soft body.Blind in one eye, it can no longer hit enemies with its tentacles with the precision it once did.Several manticores nearby saw the opportunity, and they all flew forward together, fighting those crazy tentacles with their sharp teeth and claws. At the same time, the WindClan soldiers riding on the Manticore also joined the battle group with their long swords. A Wind Clan general in black and gold armor drove the manticore and flew low towards the dragon, cutting off the tentacles that were still tightly wrapped around the dragon's claws with a sword.The freed dragon raised its head and hissed loudly, flapping its wings violently, and the strong air current blew the surrounding people upside down, but a vigorous figure in the crowd jumped up by the force of the wind. The person who came was holding a rare and simple long sword, and before the giant dragon stepped on the ground to take off again, he jumped onto the dragon's back with lightning speed.