Chapter 476 The Oath of Winter Blood

After Judith left, Mazov walked into the camp, and his left eye was pierced by Druzi's crossbow during an encounter.

Although he managed to survive through first aid, the brain damage seemed to make the villain even crazier than before.

He took off the grenade from his waist, threw it on the cot, and looked at Raskol who was still thinking on the opposite side.

"It seems our great philosopher is still pondering some questions that only the gods can figure out."

"I'm just looking for answers."

Mazorov leaned on the cot, holding the back of his head with his hands, no longer meeting Raskol's eyes.

"The prerequisite for finding answers is to have questions, but now you don't seem to even understand what the questions are."

"You seem to be better at thinking about these abstract concepts than I am." Raskol replied smoothly.

"It's just a trivial intuition. Everyone knows that I'm just a villain who likes to blow up my enemies when they want to surrender."

"You seem to want to say something?" Rascal stared at his old friend, trying to find some traces of the past from the increasingly ferocious face.

Mazov stood up and faced Raskol in the same sitting position.

"I just want to remind you not to forget the oath of Winterblood."

There was a trace of ferocity on Rascol's face, but he quickly restrained it.

He knew very well what this sentence meant. Because of his position and being summoned twice by the Dragon Prince alone, the attitude of the Dragon Princes toward him was generally much better than that of the other captains.

This caused a lot of criticism, and the knowledge of elves learned along the way deepened everyone's doubts.

"You think I'm a traitor?"

"No, never." Mazov shook his head and said, "I know better than anyone else that you love that cold land more than we all."

"Then why would you say such a thing and test our long-standing friendship in this way?" Rascal clenched the wooden cup in his hand, which was one of the few items he had always carried with him from the old world.

Just because it has the logo of Misha's Eagle engraved on it, this is the last echo of the destroyed hometown of Creton.

But Mazov had no intention of answering. Perhaps in his eyes, when Raskol said this, he was already testing the friendship between the two.

"Do you still remember why you joined the mercenaries?"

Raskol fell into long memories. He still remembered the night after the end of the great holy war, and he also remembered the embarrassing appearance of being chased in the alley.

Even though the countless life-and-death battles in the past eight years made him feel that most of his memories were about the battlefield, this distant scene was still etched in his mind.

"The Gatyelokin family..."

"Yes, the Gatyelokin family is a nasty, filthy family that lives on for a sacred-sounding purpose. They use violence and money as a disguise to continue to use their ugly power."

"Don't you want revenge? Gatyelokin took away Goncharova, the woman who haunts you." Mazov's words seemed to become the devil's whisper, seducing Rasko at every turn. you.

"Think about everything you have now, the status, wealth, and power you have gained in the mercenaries. As long as you are willing, return to Kislev, and this miserable family named Gaty Yerokin will be destroyed immediately."

Raskol was silent for a long time. Yes, he had obtained wealth from the mercenaries that he had never imagined before. Even in the extremely expensive Young Dragon Bay, he could buy a manor and enjoy a peaceful life.

Many people were willing to follow his command, believing that this lucky sergeant had the protection of the gods and could successfully complete any task no matter how difficult it was.

As for the power, he looked at the "Hell's Flame" pistol given to him by the Dragon Prince for his outstanding performance in hunting down ratmen. Raskol knew that a single explosive bullet could kill the so-called strong man of Kislev.

But he still refused, "Revenge is a fool's game, and I am not qualified to participate. After returning home, I plan to establish a chamber of commerce in Erengrad so that the Cretonians who lost their homes in the Great Holy War can find a place to make a living. "

"Your answer is still so surprising, but I know you, and I know Kislev better. The moment you step into the cold frozen soil, everything changes."

After finishing speaking, Mazov took out a Holy Book of the Orthodox Church from the wooden cabinet and opened a page at random.

“Peter did what was evil in Eson’s sight, imitating the abominable practices of the original inhabitants, the Ugorites, whom Eson’s people had driven out when they entered the land.

He restored the destroyed statues of evil gods, and imitated the indulgent behavior of the Ugor people, hiding wine and food in the palace and worshiping desire.

He built a pagan altar in the temple where Eson commanded that the giant bear should always be worshiped, and he placed Pride and Insolence in the two courts next to the temple.

He turned his son into a sacrifice to please evil and killed him; he believed in divination and witchcraft, and consulted wizards wandering around the world to find evil things. He committed the unforgivable sin and was hostile to gods and everything else. "

King Peter's prayer, Rascal quickly recalled the source of this passage.

After the Gospodars came to Kislev, a tsar named Peter committed the sin of impiety and was reduced to ashes in the ice of Esun and the thunder of Thor.

"I don't think the mistakes made by the Gatyelokin family can be compared with Peter. I won't think about stupid things like revenge. This is just a waste of energy out of thin air."

He thought Mazov mentioned this just to illustrate how ugly this family was.

But Mazov closed the book, with a strange light in his eyes and a slightly fanatical tone,

"Soon, soon the judgment will come. No evil can hide in the land where the gods live. Only the messengers will freeze the soul with cold wind, burn the body with fire, and smash everything with thunder."

"You are really a little crazy. It's best to find an elf doctor to check your brain before leaving. Kislev does not have such conditions." Raskol did not intend to continue to pay attention to Mazov, turned over and pulled the quilt and started Go to sleep and get ready for tomorrow's battle.

Mazov, who was said to be crazy, put the holy book back in its place and silently looked at Raskol who closed his eyes.

Divine revelation? Or is it an illusion? Mazov didn’t want to delve too much into this.

After Druchi's crossbow arrow pierced his eye socket, countless illusions emerged from his mind. The whipped laborers carried stones to rebuild Prague, the first line of defense. The howling wind and snow in the cold winter buried endless skeletons.

The refugees gathered around the city were driven to all parts of the north, reclaiming the ruined land for the Boyers; and an ice palace filled with the blood of the Kislevites and the Imperials.

The crimson liquid flows in the ice sculpture, as moving as the snow lotus blooming in the cold wind.

Thinking of the mission that might have emerged in him, Mazov satirized for a moment,

"A villain can also obtain the so-called divine enlightenment. This is really a good treatment." (End of this chapter)