I ruined Tyra.

But that was ultimately a thing of the past, and Hellagur had never been trapped in the illusions of the past.

The friend system in the lower left corner soon received a call link from Zhongyue, and Herag answered it.

After the call was connected, Helag noticed a detail: the call interface was black, which had never happened before.

Is it a bug in the game update? Herag was thinking about this question, but Zhongyue's urging voice interrupted his thoughts.

"General, you haven't entered the event scene yet? Then you have to hurry up. This event is a brand new experience, and I have to continue to advance the plot and research more things."

"Thanks for the reminder, brother. I will enter the event now."

Seeing that Zhongyue, who was always mature and steady, had withdrawn from the activity experience to remind himself to experience it as soon as possible, Herag did not dare to neglect it and quickly entered the latest activity, Born in the Night, from the combat hall in the upper right corner.

There was another brief darkness, but soon there was a faint light again. Herag could even hear the footsteps of others and the sizzling sound of the flames.

Herag opened his eyes and found that it was already night and he was in a dense forest near the edge of a battlefield where the fighting had ended.

There was a ruin in front of him, and a wounded Sarkaz lay lifeless in front of him, still tightly grasping a knife and a gun in his hands.

This gun is very well made and you can tell at first glance that it came from Lateran. It has also been well cared for by its current owner, who never allowed it to suffer any serious damage until his death.

Almost subconsciously, Hellagur crawled out of the bushes and came to the side of the Sarkaz.

It was then that Hellagur realized that he was now a ragged little Sarkaz girl who was out of his control. She was about ten years old, and her hands, which should have been tender, were already covered with calluses from survival.

The little Sarkaz girl took another look at the situation nearby, and after confirming that there was no danger, she snatched the gun and knife and held them in her arms, then clumsily took off a sign with unclear words on it from the other party and held it tightly in her hand.

After confirming that the other party did not have anything valuable on him, the little Sarkaz girl looked around again, and then she found that several Sarkaz mercenaries had been hiding in a secret place and staring at her, with their weapons raised up without her knowing when.

Herag had already covered his face. As an experienced person, he had already noticed the abnormality nearby, but he was just a bystander who was relying on the little girl.

After seeing that she was discovered, the little girl no longer hid, but stood in front of the mercenaries openly. She took her hands off the weapons to indicate that she was not in danger, but her arms still tightly held the gun and knife.

One of the mercenaries wanted to pull the trigger of the crossbow in his hand, but was held down by a brown-red-haired, armored Sarkaz man who had one hand on the hilt of his sword.

The brown-haired Sarkaz man glanced at the little girl again, then turned around and signaled his subordinates to leave.

The subordinate didn't say much. He put down his weapon and turned to leave.

But Herag saw clearly that the opponents' hands holding the crossbows were still on the triggers. As long as there was anything unusual behind them, they could turn around and pull the triggers.

What reassured Herag was that the little Sarkaz girl did not make any unusual movements, but only caught up with them after the other party had walked away.

On the way, the little girl, who was trying hard to keep up with the pace, picked up a stone on the ground and threw it at the opponent's obvious flaw under Herag's silent gaze.

Herag's mood was now extremely complicated. He had heard that the Sarkaz civil war was extremely brutal.

But what kind of environment would cause a child of his own race to have calloused hands just to survive, and to understand the ways of the world and be tactful? They should have been carefree.

Herag hoped that he would not understand these things, but when he entered this activity, he had no way out, let alone escape.

Chapter 195 Born in the Night (2) A Natural Born Sarkaz Warrior

Because the Sarkaz mercenary team deliberately let up, the little girl followed the team and walked safely for a distance until the team suddenly stopped.

Realizing that something was not right, the little girl who had survived on this battlefield for a long time subconsciously hid in the nearby shaded bushes, carefully covering her body while sticking out her eyes to observe the situation of the team.

Seeing the little girl's skillful movements, Herag's mood became even more complicated.

After ordering his subordinates to rest and be on guard, the brown-haired man said to a shadow not far away:

"It's me. I've arrived at the target location and confirmed the coordinates of the signal smoke with my naked eyes."

The man spoke very quietly, or perhaps he was deliberately controlling the volume, so Herag and the little girl only heard a few intermittent words.

“…I haven’t interacted with my peers for a long time, so I’ve suffered a little.

However, they had sufficient supplies hidden in the underground radio station to make up for some of the losses.

Well, yes, the scouts can set off first.

I will as soon as possible.

...Oh, there was an unexpected loss."

At this point, the man paused, then said regretfully:

"W is dead."

Hellagur paused when he heard this. Wasn't W a little Sarkaz girl? How could she be killed by the plot?

Then he looked at the gun in the little girl's arms and suddenly realized, if it was according to the tradition of the Sarkaz, could this little girl be the future W?

After hearing the man's words, the shadow finally wavered, and a female Sarkaz mercenary slowly walked out from the shadow.

"You said it was so horrible, but in the end you came back with all your limbs intact, didn't you?"

The female mercenary chuckled, walked up to the male mercenary and carefully looked at his physical condition, then turned around and breathed a sigh of relief, then looked back at him and continued:

"Or are you just trying to gain credit by inflicting pain on yourself?"

The male mercenary was not angry either, as if he was used to the other party's tone, but he was not the kind of person who would swallow his anger when he was offended, so he directly responded:

"Then you don't have to leave the camp to meet us. You don't need to worry so much."

Perhaps what she said hit the mark, the female mercenary turned back and said proudly:

"I'm not worried about anyone, don't take it for granted."

After coaxing the secretly upset female mercenary, the male mercenary sighed and said:

"If W hadn't come from behind and created the opportunity for us, none of us would have been able to escape."

Hearing this, the female mercenary's originally relaxed expression became a little more nervous, but she still asked calmly:

"When did this happen?"

“Two hours ago, when communications were cut, the team was ambushed.

If W hadn't destroyed the ruins, none of us would have been able to escape, and he fought to the death."

After hearing the whole story, the female mercenary just said "what a pity" and said no more, as if this was already commonplace.

The male mercenary agreed, "Indeed, if he can return to the camp alive, he will surpass me and become the most valuable mercenary here."

Then he turned his head and looked back at the road he had come from, and then he said with regret: "Forget it, there is no point in talking about this now. At least he finally doesn't have to fight anymore."

The female mercenary followed his gaze, but she was more concerned with something else.

"The enemy has retreated. Do you want to go and retrieve them?"

The male mercenary immediately objected to her suggestion, shook his head, and continued to analyze the situation.

"Impossible. The risk of going deeper is too great. No one can afford the possible losses."

Then he raised his eyebrows, somewhat teasingly.

"Why? Could it be that you two have a very good relationship, why don't I know about it?"

The female mercenary looked back at him and said seriously, "I just feel sorry for the spoils on him."

The male mercenary had long been accustomed to the other party's somewhat money-obsessed character, so he pretended to be suddenly enlightened, and then comforted him: "It's nothing special, some people's collections are richer than his.

When this war is over, we will have plenty of opportunities to resume our old business."

At this point, he looked in one direction, as if he could see through the conspirators who started this war, and then he said with some sadness: "If it...will really end."

The female mercenary walked up to him and looked over. When she heard this, she just snorted softly to express her dissatisfaction.

After expressing his sorrow, the male mercenary immediately turned around and walked in the direction from which the female mercenary came, while recalling his subordinates who were on guard nearby.

"We can talk about comforting each other later. We have to leave here before sunset. If we stay any longer, we will become the target of public criticism."

Then he looked back at the female mercenary, but more importantly, he looked past the female mercenary at the bushes on the way they came.

The little girl knew that this was a reminder from the other party that she could no longer hide, so she quickly crawled out of the bushes and ran towards the two men with her weapon in her arms.

The undisguised movement naturally could not be hidden from the female mercenary who was about to say something, so she shouted directly: "Someone is approaching! At three o'clock, it's not our people..."

The next moment, a dagger flew in front of the little girl, and more daggers flew past the little girl. The thin wires pulled by the handles blocked all the escape routes of the little girl.

The female mercenary who had appeared in front of him at some point took a closer look at the ragged little girl in front of her and muttered to herself.

"Sarkaz...? Locals?"

Then she noticed the weapon in the little girl's hand. She had seen the weapons used by W before, so she recognized it at a glance.

"No, that's not right! What you are holding is W's sword and gun.

Who are you? !”

The little girl seemed to be frightened by the female mercenary's methods. She didn't say anything, but instead held the weapon tightly in her hand.

Not getting the expected response, after seeing the little girl's actions, the female mercenary's eyes became more fierce.

"No words? Then, die!"

After saying this, she was about to execute the little girl, but her movements were stopped by a hand.

"Wait! She followed us."

The female mercenary loosened the tight string in her hand and said with some dissatisfaction: "You let her follow you?"

The male mercenary quickly explained: "We are moving quite fast. She caught up with us on foot after obtaining W's relic. On foot!"

Hearing this, the female mercenary's expression eased a little, and the male mercenary continued to strike while the iron was hot.

"She is an 'experienced' Sarkaz. I think we might need a local guide during the evacuation."

Although the female mercenary looked unhappy, she had already taken back several daggers from the little girl and complained unhappily:

"What are you crazy about? Shouldn't you kill her here?

If you want to kill us all, you can just do it."

The male mercenary looked at the female mercenary with some doting.

"How dare I?"

The female mercenary turned and walked towards the camp, expressing her dissatisfaction all the way, while the male mercenary hurriedly followed her, patiently listening to her complaints and comforting her from time to time.

But the female mercenary finally stopped him from following her, and kept looking at the little girl, her meaning was very clear:

You are responsible for the people you bring here.

The male mercenary then turned back to the little girl. He looked at the little girl in front of him who showed no fear at all and said calmly, "Okay, you, listen to me carefully."

The little girl looked up and looked at the other person seriously.

Perhaps he thought of something, the male mercenary said softly:

"You are holding the relics of our comrades. Put them down and you can leave here alive and die somewhere else, but at least you can die later."

The little girl didn't say anything, but just continued to look at him, and the two of them just stared at each other.

"last chance."

Hearing this, the little girl's expression fluctuated slightly.

“Hmm…chance?

I never felt that I had a choice. When my back is turned, you will draw your sword, and I will fall. "

After saying that, she looked at the other person's left hand, which had been resting on the hilt of the sword since they first met.

"From the beginning, your other hand was on the hilt of the sword."

The male mercenary then nodded approvingly: "Very good, you may have seen us, and I don't care if we have worked for others while we were alive."

Having said this, his expression became solemn.

"But you do know what it means to take over the weapons of the dead, right?"

The little girl nodded and looked at the gun in her hand. It was shaped like a howitzer and was well made. It was obviously made in Lateran.

I just don’t know who its original owner was and how it ended up in the hands of its predecessor.

The predecessor also took good care of it, except that he carved a symbol that she couldn't understand on one side that didn't affect its use. She guessed that was its name.

The male mercenary turned around and signaled his subordinates who had been on guard to put down their weapons and leave. Then he looked back at the little girl and said with a smile:

"Then prepare for retreat first, and we'll talk about the details later."

"Return to the team now-W."