Chapter 342 (1/2)

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.