Chapter 342

The cold wind of winter poured into his nostrils, making his brain awake for a moment who didn't know how long he had spent in the dungeon; Countless times, I could only peep into a little day when the old jailer delivered dinner, but now it pierced my silver gray pupils like a sharp sword.

The illegitimate son of the weltz family, Duke of the Principality of El Mans, the youngest flag leader of all the legions of the Empire, plus the famous "deserter" Lucian, who led to the destruction of the search team and front-line outposts

He came out alive from the dark dungeon of duanjieshan fortress.

Standing outside the gate of the dungeon, looking at everything in the surrounding sight, there was still a bit dull on the slightly immature cheek. Up to now, Lucian, who can't believe it, still felt like falling into a dream.

But the cold wind as sharp as a knife and his slightly stiff body told himself that all this was true - the whole search team going north, except the church knights who were completely destroyed in the sentry tower, and hundreds of Legion rangers who were hanged as deserters after returning

I'm the only one who survived!

The fortress of duanjie mountain covered with ice and snow is still the same. Patrolling legions, cavalry, crazy believers of the Holy Cross Church, priests, knights and busy legions pass in front of Lucien; Although they were expressionless, Lucian could still see a very good disdain hidden in his indifferent eyes.

Deserters?

Lucian's mouth aroused a bitter smile of self mockery. When he saw that his comrades in arms who came back with him were hanged one after another, he had already been prepared, and even lost his fighting spirit and was ready to meet the upcoming fate.

He joined the regiment at the age of 11, came to the fortress of duanjieshan at the age of 12, became his highness Connor's personal soldier in the same year, was attacked alone at the age of 13, defeated the fleeing ice field werewolf, became a first-class sergeant, became the squadron leader of the second regiment at the age of 14, and became the flag leader in the same year

Honor, aura, respect, future... Everything that once existed disappeared in the moment when they were locked in the dungeon. Even those who knew themselves now only have a little pity in their eyes.

Deserters are such lowly scum.

Once again, he couldn't help laughing at himself. The grey pupil boy who clenched his fists knew very well that he couldn't have any way out in duanjie mountain and even the whole imperial Legion. In such a place where honor and military regulations are above everything, a desertion is a stain that can't be erased forever.

Even if he can get up again with his ability, his future under the name of "deserter" has been completely sealed. It is difficult to say whether he can become the head of the army one day or not before he is 30.

If you are a real aristocrat, you may still have a chance, but you are just an illegitimate son who fled home, not to mention that the Welz family has not corrected your name up to now; An unrecognized illegitimate son is a little better than an ordinary Legion soldier.

"How does it feel to regain freedom?"

A strange and familiar voice came from behind. Lucian turned his head. The black haired wizard stood on the other side of the dungeon gate with his shoulders in his arms, and a faint smile hung around his mouth, as if nothing had happened.

I can't believe it... Lucian can't imagine that this guy named Loren Turin fought head to head with his royal highness crown prince connord last night, and even nearly was killed several times.

"I don't know... I really don't know." Lucian's expression was complex, biting his lower lip:

"I don't understand why I can still stand here and live."

"This can be understood..." Lauren nodded slightly. When he woke up after coma in the ancient wood forest, his state was not much better than that of Lucien in front of him, even worse because of excessive consumption and opening the valve for a long time.

Noticing a trace of disappointment in Lucian's eyes, the black haired wizard could only shrug his shoulders. He never knew how to comfort people, and pointed to the table beside him:

"Your things are there. His highness connord specially sent someone to find them; and he said that if you want, you can go back to your flag regiment at any time. The position of the second flag leader of the fourth Legion is still yours, and there will be no one..."

"I won't go back."

Lucian, with a cold face, interrupted Loren. Under his dark blue hair, there was stubbornness in his silver gray eyes, and his... Last trace of dignity:

"I know I didn't come out alive because his highness connord believed me, nor because of the prestige of the Welz family, nor because of his' treasure 'for paoze and his subordinates."

"I don't want his alms!"

When he said the last sentence, Lucian almost roared and widened his eyes to meet the eyes of the black haired wizard. His clenched fists had broken out green tendons, and he gnawed his teeth like a fierce beast who chose people to eat.

Loren lowered his eyes slightly and didn't mean to interfere with each other. He just asked habitually, "where are you going to leave the fortress of duanjie mountain?"

"It should be. There's no room for me here." obviously, he's only a 14-year-old boy, but Lucian's expression is as mature as 20 years old, and his eyes haven't left the black haired wizard for a moment:

"But... We have an agreement. I'll take you to niederhogg - I'm from El Mans, and the El mans do what they say!"

"Are you sure?"

Loren pulled the corners of his mouth playfully: "you should have heard all the things that should be said or not between his highness connord and me."

"That's right." Lucian blew the tip of his forehead. "You're going to conspire to kill his highness Brandon on the way to niederhogg. As a price, connord wants to ensure your safety and future, plus a lot of money to make you his right hand."

"But I think you may really just be lying. In fact, you don't intend to betray his highness Brandon at all; or you are a double agent who deceives both sides. Look at the high price over there, you will be loyal to who!"

"... you can understand that."

The black haired wizard's smile was a little stiff: "since you know it's dangerous to be with me, would you like to?"

The grey pupil boy showed a smile on his pale face.

Yes, it's not connord's pity or the protection of the family, but the black haired wizard named Loren Turin in front of him saved his cheap life from connord by gambling his life.

Even if I was ready to die.

Lucian knew that he didn't save himself out of kindness, but for his own purpose, but so what; If the other party can pay so much for the person he has just met, what else can he ask for?

He can gamble his life for himself, which is enough - even if he is afraid of dying, he just gives it back to him.

What's more, he is still a Turin

"Lord Loren Turin, can you lend me your dagger?"

Loren raised his eyebrows. The change of the other party's expression made him a little curious. He pulled out the "bright silver" from his waist and handed it to Lucian.

"Good weapon." looking at the bright silver in his hand, Lucian brightened his eyes: "the texture on it still has a feel. It can't be wrong... It must be mixed with secret silver!"

The next second, the grey pupil boy grasped the blade without hesitation. The sharp "bright silver" immediately cut the palm of his right hand. The bright red blood dropped on the pure white snow along the blade.

The surprised Loren immediately widened his eyes. In front of him, Lucian knelt down on one knee, grabbed the blade with his bloody right hand, and handed the "bright silver" to the black haired wizard. The gray pupil seemed to contain some power:

"I, Lucian, the illegitimate son of the Welz family in El Mans, swear allegiance to Loren Turin from today!"

Facing those burning eyes, Loren hesitated for a moment. He really didn't expect such a result.

But... It doesn't seem bad.

The next moment, the black haired wizard clutched the bloody "bright silver".

"I'm just an illegitimate child, but I also shed the blood of the welts family. The 'blood oath' is the creed of the welts family!"

Ruthen, who was only under Loren's chin, raised his head and looked seriously at the dark haired Wizard:

"I said I owed you a life, and I did what I said!"