Ark: The Cycle of Light and Darkness

"Hello! Old man, wake up! Hu

Ao could no longer care about the extremely ugly look on his new master's face. He grabbed his friend's shoulders with both hands and shouted loudly:"I know you are worried, and to be honest, I feel bad, but you are like this now." What are you doing?——"

Click!

The crisp sound of flesh and blood being torn and bones breaking interrupted the old man's words. The severe pain in his palm made him feel dizzy as if he had been punched.

Hu Ao stared blankly at the old friend in front of him. The once familiar face had now become so strange and terrifying.

The old Fidia, named"Kasha", was chewing the palm that had just been bitten off from his friend with a strange expression at the moment. Blood continued to flow along with the sour chewing sound, and soon... The old man's face and white beard were dyed blood red, looking strange and terrifying in the dark dense forest environment.

"ah! ——Kasha——You guy——"

It took him a few seconds to realize the reality. Old Huao was shaking in pain - his brain could not understand the reason why his old friend suddenly turned against him, and he even stubbornly refused to admit that the person in front of him was a friend of the same race that he had shared for decades.

"What are you doing!"

The sudden change finally caught Saraxon's attention. Sargon's Mamluk quickly turned around, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and was ready to give the two people behind him a fatal blow at any time.

In his opinion, Any uncertain factors need to be eliminated before taking action. The crazy Fedia must die, and there is no need for the cripple who lost one of his palms to linger on.

But just as Saraxon turned around, countless screams and roars actually followed each other, coming from the well-trained Sargon Pasha guards behind him!

Mamluk's pupils shrank slightly.

If the two old guys who had recently taken refuge in Sargon could still attack each other, To describe it as an accident, the current situation was completely beyond his expectation.

(Is it an ambush?)

He was about to call the troops behind him to calm down. Saraxon opened his mouth, but suddenly felt I felt a strange dizziness.

At the same time, the old Feidi, who seemed to have lost one of his palms, suddenly opened his eyes angrily, and quickly condensed the burning Origin Stone skill in his hand.

With a roar, Old Feidi Ya'de did not directly throw the flames in his hands, but attached the flames to his fists and attacked the Mamluk beside him with his scorching breath!

"Is it your fault?!"

With a sneer, Sargon's vanguard commander drew out the scimitar from his waist at an invisible speed. He sided to avoid the blazing flames in Huao's hand. At the same time, the tip of the knife was sent forward, and it instantly pierced through with fierce murderous intent. Old Phediah's throat!

"Despicable traitor! I knew I couldn't trust you!"

Deliberately leaving the tip of the scimitar in the attacker's throat, enjoying the pleasure of his opponent slowly suffocating to death, a cruel and happy smile appeared on the corner of Saraxon's mouth, as if he was looking for someone for this killing. A suitable reason to vent

"Ka...Sir...why...why?"

A familiar voice, but it did not come from that annoying attacker. Saraxon was stunned the moment he heard the voice, and then stared at the target in front of the scimitar with incredible vision. The headache caused by the trance It flashed past, and the person pierced by the tip of the knife was not the so-called"attacker" at all, but his adjutant!

(How is that possible?!)

The frightened Saraxon subconsciously looked to his side - his palm was pierced The biting Fidia was still wailing, and the instigator of all this was staring at him with green eyes. The soldiers behind him screamed one after another. The"attack" just now seemed like an unreal dream.

"I……"

The scimitar hung slumped down, and the adjutant whose throat was pierced fell down with eyes that were unbelievable until his death. In the end, he still stared blankly at the commander who suddenly attacked him.

(No! This can't be true!...What the hell happened to me?!)

Turning around tremblingly, the soldiers behind him had already started biting and hacking at each other. The light of hatred in his eyes was like a relentless enemy on the battlefield, and the once close comrades-in-arms friendship could no longer be seen.

"No... no no no no!!"

Roaring and screaming, he looked behind him at the battlefield that was not a battlefield. The once aloof Mamluk nobleman could only see his eyes splitting as he watched his army being destroyed in a weird attack, but he was powerless to stop it.

He His helmet fell off, and his disheveled posture showed his already crazy heart.

And his roar was fatal on this special battlefield.

The roar indicates a sober soul...or a chaotic and unclear heart, surrounded by The soldiers were attracted by this strange sound, and temporarily gave up fighting with each other, and turned to the source of the sound. The person who made the sound was their extremely respected commander... Once, they respected them extremely.

A pair of bloodthirsty eyes stared closely at Looking at the figure of the target, chaos replaced the clear pupils. Those familiar emotions could no longer be seen. The soldiers were filled with indifference and murderous desire, and they brandished their swords at the officers who once did not dare to look up.

Saraxon no longer roared. , just looked at the soldiers who were gradually surrounding him with confused eyes.

"How can this be……"

These were his last words before he was annihilated by madness.

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