Chapter 1308： Took

Zhang Wanlin had never seen such a **** scene of murder, and when this scene was caused by a woman he admired and beloved, the feeling was beyond words, like a violent thunder crashing in his mind.

He was so sick that he wanted to vomit.

Along the way, his face became more haggard and pale as paper. Maiya sneered and said, "Why, you have committed your old problems again?"

Zhang Wanlin asked him, "Is there no problem in this world that can be solved without killing?"

"So you are thinking about that untouchable, why bother, he is just a untouchable."

"He is not!"

Zhang Wanlin stared at Zhengu fiercely.

"Hey, do you want me to duel with me?"

Maiya chuckles, and his anger is completely hidden between the smiles.

"Yes, I want to fight you."

Zhang Wanlin blurted out.

He completely lost his mind.

"Zhang Wanlin!"

Elena coldly said before.

Both of them closed their mouths, and Maiya looked at him gleefully.

Elena said: "Every life is dying, including you and me.

This world is the weak and the strong.

If you want to change this rule, then use your strength. "

There were no more voices in the team, only the sound of horse hooves and occasional neighs.

Back at the academy, the knights took Long Po Po away, and she will be imprisoned under the academy.

The guards there are very tight.

When the old woman was taken away, she gave Zhang Wanlin a deep look.

No one noticed this small move, even Zhang Wanlin.

Elena and Zhengu left afterwards, and they would report the mission situation to them, and Zhang Wanlin was left behind.

He found a place to sit down at random and felt so tired.

The unkempt face of the child, the kind smile of the old woman, and the blood dripping from the sword's edge kept flashing in his mind.

He looked up at the deep space, only in this way could his restless mind find a peaceful place.

In the afternoon, the sun is sky and the heat is baking the earth.

Even in such a hot situation, Green still does not forget the harsh training. According to him, only a difficult environment can create outstanding talents.

This creed did allow him to teach many outstanding students, but it also caused many students to overwork and die suddenly.

The trainees are training to ride and shoot.

Immediate tactics are crucial, it has great flexibility and impressive impact.

With a spear, a fully armed knight can disperse a group of twenty soldiers at will.

Each student will ride a horse from one point to another, shooting arrows at a target 100 meters away in the middle.

There are ten targets, and each target must shoot two arrows.

On the one hand, it tested the students' ability to control horses, and on the other hand, it also tested archery.

One by one, the students rode horses by, and the arrows they shot were not satisfactory to Green. The best student among them only hit the bullseye with one arrow, and the other nineteen arrows were on the edge.

Soon, it was Zhang Wanlin's turn, but he didn't notice this and continued to be in a daze until Green reminded: "Zhang Wanlin!"

Zhang Wanlin came back to his senses, drove away, and shoots arrows at the same time.

His horse steering ability is not strong, and he has to think about balance at all times when he takes a bow, which inevitably makes him a little distracted, so, let alone archery.

The first arrow went down, obviously away from the target, and the second arrow went down, almost hitting a student outside the field, causing the student to sweat.

This technique is so embarrassing that Green can't help but rub his forehead lightly.

A vertigo suddenly hit Zhang Wanlin's mind, his vision became clear and blurred, blurred and clear.

He felt nauseous and wanted to vomit very much.

The arrow has become messy, and even his balance can be seen to be off for a while.

The outside students exclaimed for a while, and finally Zhang Wanlin fell off his horse and passed out into a coma.

I don't know how long he slept, but the familiar fragrance of jasmine awakened him.

The first person I saw when I opened my eyes was Elena. She was sitting next to the white bed, guarding him patiently.

"What's wrong with me?"

Zhang Wanlin asked with a dry mouth.

"You are infected."

Elena said.

Zhang Wanlin thought of the mother of the previous child. That kind of disease is indeed easy to infect others.

"Sorry, I worried you."

"I don't want to hear the word sorry."

Elena took a bowl of water and used a spoon to moisturize Zhang Wanlin's lips.

"Your practice is divided."

Zhang Wanlin was absent-minded, not caring about the points that Elena had worked so hard for him, but asked: "So, she is really a wizard."

"Ok."

Zhang Wanlin looked at the ceiling and muttered: "She doesn't look like..." He meant that the old woman doesn't look like a person who can do evil.

Elena knew what he meant, but she didn't speak, but just moistened his throat with water.

His mouth is too dry.

This time Zhang Wanlin was seriously injured, and the illness that had not been fully cured before made it worse. He continued to have a fever. He woke up and awoke to sleep. Herbal tutor Reagan visited him several times before finally saying that his condition was stable.

During this period, Elena has been by Zhang Wanlin's side all the time.

Zhang Wanlin was talking in his sleep again. He grabbed Elena's hand: "Are wizards destined to be evil?"

Zhang Wanlin's thin body was surrounded by a layer of soft light, slender and precarious, looking from a distance, it was like a white flame burning in the endless darkness.

He walked alone on this dark road, indifferent and lonely, silent and silent as a dead man.

In this darkness, there are often pairs of big deep red eyes floating and restless.

They are like being locked up in a space, and for thousands of years they can only make futile struggles and screams of anger.

The roar stunned the soul, and then quietly.

When Zhang Wanlin woke up from the bed, this dream still lingered in his mind.

Recently, he often had some strange dreams.

It is late at night, no one is around, and the night is as cold as water.

He wanted to move his stiff body, but he couldn't move his hands.

It turned out that Elena was lying on the bed and asleep.

Her hand was in his hand, held tightly.

There is a layer of cold sweat on it.

Zhang Wanlin couldn't help but stretched out his hand to stroke Elena's hair. His favorite behavior since childhood was to touch her head, comforting her crying like a little adult.

Reflexively, Elena quickly grabbed Zhang Wanlin's wrist, seeing that Zhang Wanlin's strength had fallen again.

Her eyes flickered like water in the night.

Zhang Wanlin looked at Elena fascinated, as if seeing her before.

She is so beautiful.

He almost had an impulse to say a sentence deeply buried in his heart: I really like you.

But with a mouth, he wanted to talk but stopped.

"You should rest."

"Then you take care of your injuries."

Elena stood up and said.