This senior was a fire-elemental Half Moon Elite, and he stood at the entrance of the valley and battled, not willing to back off. He was guarding a very narrow pathway, and a little boy who looked to be 13 to 14 years old stood behind him.
This boy had long purple hair, and there were two red dots between his eyebrows, looking like birthmarks. Right now, he was standing on the pathway quietly with his eyes closed, and he seemed to be in a strange state. It looked like he was too scared to open his eyes, but it also seemed like he was carefully sensing the battle before him.
This senior warrior was able to use his intelligence and power to kill many masters of the Sea Tribe, but all the other guards had died in battle.
Right now, this senior warrior was at his limit and couldn’t last anymore.
The eight masters of the Sea Tribe around him were terrifying opponents. Some were fast and attacked quickly, some had thick shells and could block powerful strikes, and some were fearless and swung their poisonous weapons.
The senior warrior was running out of warrior energy, and he was depleting his life energy to continue the battle.
There were more than 100 wounds on his body, and blood had stained his grey robe.
His right shoulder was covered with a layer of blue frost, and the deep wound in his abdomen revealed his bones and falling intestines. He was in a tragic situation; ordinary people would have died more than 100 times with this much injuries.
It was clear that his iron will and unshakable belief were keeping him alive, and he was unwilling to fall!
“The Buenos Bloodline can never be exterminated by you dirty Sea Tribe!”
This white-haired human warrior shouted with his eyes wide open, and he roared unwillingly using an ancient language. Then, he struck forward with both of his hands, and a roaring fire dragon rushed out and forced away three masters of the Sea Tribe.
While taking the lethal strike of one master of the Sea Tribe using his body, he turned around and injected a vast amount of hidden fire energy into the body of a shark warrior, turning this master of the Sea Tribe into coal!
It was a suicidal attack!
Since this human warrior was in a desperate situation, he could only use this method to threaten his enemies.
A cold flash of light dashed by, and an arm flew into the sky.
A master of the Sea Tribe took this opportunity to chop off this senior’s left arm.
“Eh… puff!” The white-haired senior staggered and almost fell. He looked up at the sky and cried, “Gods! I don’t mind dying, but please create a miracle and save the descendant of the honorable hero who saved humans!”
“AHHH! Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!!! We lost another master! This dirty human! Capture him alive; don’t let him die easily! I will take him back to the depth of the sea and use the fire from the deep-sea volcano to cook him alive!” That huge whale warrior roared in the sky.
There were many masters of the Sea Tribe, but quite a few were killed by this human warrior on the way here, and this human warrior used the advantage of the terrain and made them unable to realize their numbers advantage fully.
For a moment, the masters of the Sea Tribe couldn’t capture these two humans, and another Moon-Class Elite was killed. To the prideful Sea Tribe, this was an unbearable shame.
Under the violent attacks, the white-haired senior lost his other arm.
He staggered back into the entrance of the valley and looked back at the masters of the Sea Tribe with his eyes wide open and his hair standing on his body. He looked like a godly dragon that was about to use the last strike, and the masters of the Sea Tribe who were battling him were scared by his fearlessness and didn’t dare to approach immediately.
“Young Master… Your Servant… I tried my best, but there are just too many demons to kill. I… I couldn’t protect you… This… This… I’m ashamed… I have disappointed Master who passed away, and I have disappointed the hero. Young Master, you have the bloodline of a hero, and you… you can’t be humiliated by these demons. Let me…. Let me take you to the Grim Reaper as well. We will use our death to protect the honor of the Buenos Bloodline!”
The white-haired senior was very direct, and he said to the boy behind him with tears rolling down his face.
If there were the chance of surviving, he would try his best to protect this boy. However, the situation was desperate. Instead of letting the demons torture his young master, this senior wanted to give his young master a painless and dignified death.
“It is ok, Uncle Belletti. Don’t be sad. Death isn’t something to be feared, and even the Grim Reaper couldn’t wipe out the honor of Buenos!”
When facing the threat of death, this boy who was enveloped by darkness in the valley showcased a level of calmness that didn’t fit his age and was shocking to others. In fact, even a pure smile appeared on his childish face.
He said slowly, “If death could alleviate people from pain, it should be something worth celebrating!”
Looking at this boy who was smiling in the darkness, blood tears rolled down Belletti’s face, and he didn’t know what do say at this moment. He was feeling a mixture of emotions.
His young master was talented, had the wisdom that was on par with the ancient sages, and was generous and kind like the gods. Even though this boy was born with disabilities, he was the most liked person in the entire village. Although he was born blind, he was able to observe what was happening around him with the purest sight.
If it weren’t for the fact that he was disabled and couldn’t cultivate, perhaps the Buenos Bloodline would have another powerful figure after all these years.
Unfortunately, the talented geniuses always made the gods jealous, and they had to go through many tribulations.
“Tragedy has fallen onto the survivors of Buenos. Young Master is such a mild and wise person, but he can’t escape from death… The gods aren’t fair!”
Just as Belletti was about to use his last bit of fire-elemental warrior energy in his body and kill himself and this smiling boy together, something unexpected happened.
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Whoosh!
A dash of golden light flashed over like a meteor, and a figure passed by the masters of the Sea Tribe and appeared by these two people.
Belletti was stunned at first, but he was overjoyed in the next moment.
This figure was a human; a powerful human.
Fei finally arrived at the valley.
The white-haired senior staggered and fell into Fei’s arms. As he looked at Fei with an expression that the king could never forget, he struggled and said, “Please… please… protect… the bloodline of a hero… Buenos… I…”
Then, he turned around slowly and looked at that boy who was smiling in the darkness with his eyes closed. He sighed, “Young Master, there are a lot of pain and struggles in the world… but… you… can live happily…”
After that was said, this white-haired senior’s body stiffed, and the human master passed away.
