"I can't die, I'm Sain. Son of Dragon's Breath! ”

Kevin. Sein seemed to do his best to support himself with his elbows, and as soon as he opened his mouth, a stream of blood gushed out, which was an internal injury, and it was very violent.

"I'm Sain...... Thain. Son of Dragon's Breath, leader of the Saxons, champion warrior, avenger. ”

The pain intensified, making him speak quieter and quieter, but he still didn't give up, even if his physical fitness couldn't allow him to do this, he still endured it.

It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and he was facing the Celts who were getting closer and closer, and although he walked with a limp like a duck, he was as dangerous as a hungry and bloodthirsty wolf.

Kevin gritted his teeth, feeling like his chest and lungs had been pierced by several knives, and every breath he took was painful from the usual effortless exercise.

He got up anyway, but he rolled over and fell to his knees, curled up like a weak creature protecting himself.

"Father!"

Kevin muttered as blood flowed from his lips, his vision blurred, and in the haze, he saw only a figure getting closer and closer, but it was so familiar. His eyes widened to see what it was. Gradually, the figure came closer, and it was his father, Sein, who had been dead for a long time. Dragon's Breath.

"Father!"

Ignoring the pain, Kevin jerked himself to a halt and looked at the approaching figure.

"Kevin, Kevin."

That call, so familiar, it was indeed Sain. The sound of the dragon's breath, Kevin should also be convinced. He held his breath and listened as carefully as he had done at the beginning.

"Sword, Dragon's Breath Sword!"

Thain. The sound of the dragon's breath was staccato, but Kevin could hear it clearly, and Kevin tried to move his aching arm and grabbed the hilt of the sword. The moment he grabbed the hilt of the sword, everything seemed to suddenly open up.

The haze in front of his eyes was dispelled in an instant, and the vague figure became clear, it was the approaching Celtic.

The Celtics came over scolding and grabbed Kevin by the hair and would be powerless to fight back. Sain lifted it up. Kevin groaned in pain at the hands of the Celts, and then he opened his eyes again, staring straight at the walls of Ebola Combe.

Why? Why are the Anglo-Saxons indifferent in such a situation, they are watching from the sidelines, only two people are now in tears among them.

One is a young woman, the other is a child who is only a few years old. It was the only shadow that could feel warmth in the cold faces, though it didn't matter anymore.

"Alter." Kevin. Sean muttered, he didn't see Alter on the city wall, his most trusted friend Alter was missing at such a critical moment, Kevin didn't know why, but he didn't have time to guess.

He grasped the Celtic hand with his left hand, and held the hilt of the Dragon's Breath Sword tightly with his right hand, as if holding the sword would allow him to control his father, Theon. Under the protection of the dragon's breath, it will not die.

This Celtic man had so much strength that he raised the giant sword in his hand with one hand and put it on Kevin's neck. Although the blade was unsharpened, steel was harder than bone, and with the strength of the Celts, he could have used it to cut off Kevin's head.

The Celtic had a ferocious gaze and a slightly more interesting expression, and it was unfortunate that he succeeded again, albeit with some bones.

"Father, Valhalla!" Kevin kept repeating it in his mouth, and he couldn't stop flopping like a rabbit, even though the pain and internal injuries on his scalp almost made him faint. He calmed down, he calmed down in the midst of so much pain. He raised his head and glared at the Celtic man in front of him with a hideous expression.

"I haven't lost yet!"

When the Celts were about to pull the greatsword in their hands, Kevin roared angrily, and then as if he had stimulated his potential, he suddenly drew the dragon's breath sword and slashed at the Celtic in front of him.

The Celtic was stunned for a moment, then blood gushed out from his neck, and he hurriedly let go, dropped Kevin and the greatsword, and took a few steps back with his hands on his neck. As long as this fatal injury is a normal person, no matter how strong you are, you can't escape death.

"Father! Father! ”

Kevin, who had fallen heavily to the ground, finally lost the last of his strength, and he lay on the ground, his eyes were full of stars, and his mouth could not stop calling out to his father, he firmly believed that it was his father Sein. Dragon's Breath gave him guidance.

The Celtic was bleeding all over the ground, and he opened his mouth to cry, but he couldn't make any sound with his mouth open. He fell to his knees, his face in a pool of blood, and after a brief convulsion, he finally died.

"I succeeded, father!"

Kevin. Sein's face rose slightly, finally showing the actions of a victor, and he was now too weak to stand up. Lying on his back on the ground, his injured lungs made every moment of his breath extremely tormented.

Open his eyes and look at the sky, yes, since the Romans came, he has been looking down at the map, looking at the situation, looking at the enemy, and this time he can finally raise his head and look at the sky again.

Blue is clean and pure, I don't know how long it has been since I saw it again, and at this time, Kevin somehow felt a sense of peace in his heart. The blue sky was like an invisible hand, caressing his heart, and the soul on the ground was like his wife's hand constantly soothing him, making his soul calm at this moment.

The whole scene became eerily quiet, as if the group of people were standing there like statues, and no one stepped forward to help, especially the Anglo-Saxon alliance.

Kevin stared blankly at the sky and smiled, until a face appeared in sight, painted with blue paint and eyes that were fierce like hungry wolves. The heavens are no longer pure, but they block everything.

Kevin restrained his smile, his expression was full of doubts, only to see that the face was cold, holding the wooden shaft of the spear with both hands, Kevin saw the sharp tip of the spear, and then, the second, the third, a dozen, surrounded him.

"Whew! Laugh at! Laugh at! ”

As soon as they went up, Kevin was surrounded by them, blood flowed from under their feet, Kevin didn't scream from beginning to end, the Celts were like stabbing a straw bag.

On the walls of Eboracom, everyone witnessed such a tragic situation, and a trace of unbearability flashed across their faces, but it was quickly replaced by indifference.

"You'll be ashamed of it, Alter! He trusted you so much and was a strong ally with you. You betrayed him and used such despicable means! "A woman, her eyes were misty with tears, and her expression showed anger, hatred.

The child behind the woman was only a few years old, and he looked at Art, the ugly fellow, with hatred along with his mother.

"Sorry, ma'am! I'm just trying to make it possible for more people to survive. Arte smiled, revealing the bare left half of his teeth. In Alter's hand, he was holding a sheepskin, and what was written on it, I'm afraid only Alter himself knew.