MTL - It’s Actually Not Easy Wanting to be a Supporting Male Lead-Chapter 24

Because the injury was too heavy, although he was cured, Arola still fell into a dream in a groggy way, and even lazy to eat a supper. Between half-dream and half-awake, she suddenly noticed something wrong – it was an extremely dangerous atmosphere, enough to make Alora, who had become a beastly intuition in countless battles, shudder.

The first thing that opened his eyes was to put his hand on the waist. Although the body was still weak, Alora quickly entered the state of battle, and climbed from the ground, half-squatting, at any time. Prepare to squat and rush to the enemy.

But after waiting for a while, there was no movement around, and only the dangerous premonition became stronger and stronger. Alora has the heart to look around and judge the current situation.

The sky outside the tree hole is covered with an unknown dark purple, which seems to be more unpredictable than before. The clouds in the sky converge into a face like a devil, high above the ground overlooking the ground. At the edge of the tree, Osmond stood back against Alora, looking up slightly, as if looking at the sky, the whole body seemed to be tight and became a sharp sword, no longer the soft and elegant beforehand. Dred...

Where did Nadred go? !

Aroma was shocked and quickly stood up, determined that there was no shadow of elves around, and quickly walked to Osmond's side, anxiously asked: "What about Nadred?!"

"...he went out." Osmond replied slowly, his tone was inconspicuous, and Aroma didn't feel the meaning of it.

"Going out?! I haven't returned yet?!" Aroma snorted. "Now it's so dangerous outside, how can you let him leave alone?! No, I'm going to find him!"

After all, Ailola disregarded her still weak body, pulled out the long sword and rushed out of the tree hole, and Osmond licked her lips and followed the same steps.

After asking about Osmond and knowing the direction of Nadred's departure, Aroma and Osmond hurriedly chased them up, alerting the movements around them and calling out the names of the elves.

Of course, no one responded to them, and what is even more worrying is that the group of animals and plants that were originally arrogant in the dark land shrank and shivered like they were afraid, even though they did not cause any trouble to the two. It makes them even more uneasy - obviously, the "things" that cause the changes in the darkness of the earth are so powerful that they are so powerful that they have fears of animals and plants that do not have much wisdom and only know how to fight.

The more you move forward, the more unpredictable the hunch is, because Alora feels that they are moving in the direction of the dangerous breath. If Nadred is indeed there... then it must be fierce.

However, Aroma and Osmond did not stop because of timidity. In the heart of Alora, they are companions, so even if faced with the threat of death, they must not give up any of them.

"...is the source of darkness." Mumming, Osmond on the side of the mouth spoke, with a bit of incredible.

"The source of darkness?" Aroma frowned and repeated, full of doubts.

"That is the negative collection of the world, the most filthy evil, and ... the most powerful." Osmond explained, "Someone, awakened the source of darkness."

"Someone you said -" Aroma squinted. "Isn't it Nadred?!"

"I don't know." Osmond shook his head. "I hope not."

"It must not be!" Alora bit his teeth and said firmly, "Nadred, will not wake up to such dangerous things, unless it is a last resort!"

Osmond looked at Alora, and the pale face of the girl had only worry and expectation, but she did not hesitate or doubt. She gave her companion the greatest trust and the most sincere feelings.

Osmond didn't talk anymore, and Alora didn't. The two men silently silenced and ran straight toward the source of darkness.

The invasion of the power of darkness is getting more and more serious. Osmond shines the glory of the whole body to resist the erosion of the power of darkness, but Alora does not have the ability to transport his own innate wind affinity. I want to blow away the black mist that surrounds me, but it has little effect. Gradually, her face was stained with a bit of black - this is a sign of corrosion - but she still did not stop.

Getting closer and closer - when the two came to the birthplace of the power of darkness, they finally saw the figure they had been looking for.

The black-haired elf squatted on the ground, clutching his shoulders in pain, and hoarse from the depths of his throat. The black mist shrouded him and gradually infiltrated into his body. The original white mysterious skin slowly revealed the mysterious runes of black, with powerful powers that were incalculable, and there was endless fear.

"Nadred!" Alora yelled, rushing past, but was blocked by black fog halfway, bounced off. After trying several times, I couldn’t break through the barriers that the fog was intertwined. Alora raised her long sword, waved her hacking, opened a gap, and called out Nadred’s name, hoping to awaken his mind. At least, she can give her a look of eye.

Unlike Aurora’s grief, Osmond stood outside the black fog barrier and seemed to calmly understand the situation until Alora was exhausted, supporting his body with a long sword and panting. When the gas is faltering, I will take another step.

With the thick black mist, the light shrouded in Osmond's body is getting brighter and brighter, and the light and the darkness are inconsistently fighting each other. Osmond's face is getting paler and paler, but there is no hesitation in the footsteps. Slowly, but firmly, step by step approaching Nadred.

Alora also stopped the meaningless slash and looked at Osmond with expectation, hoping that he would bring Nadred back. Osmond is the Son of the Protoss, the most precious child of the gods, and probably only him, able to save the elves who are being polluted by the source of darkness.

However, things did not go as smoothly as she thought. When Osmond raised his hand and tried to touch Nadred's shoulder, his hand was swayed by the elf.

Osmond took a step back and watched Nadred slowly stand up. The original bright golden eyelids of the elves have been replaced by **** dark red, which is filled with madness and evil. He no longer trembled in pain, but stood upright, with a kind of imperial power, the corner of his mouth made him look so strange - even if he didn't want to admit it, Arrhola's innermost heart was already faint Realizing that her friend Nadred will probably never come back again.

The elf, who is seemingly indifferent and indifferent, refuses to be thousands of miles away, but is actually soft and shy, disappears, and will follow her martial arts seriously. The hard, hardworking and obsessive elf disappears. Instead, it is the source of darkness. The incarnation of the evil that is polluted.

"You are here? Osmond, Alora." Nadred said, his voice greeted lightly, as if nothing had happened, but it was such a tone that made it even more creepy.

"Nadred... What the **** is going on..." Aroma shuddered and asked, her vision blurred, she blinked and wanted to see more clearly, so the crystal tears went along Her cheeks rolled down.

"Ah... are you talking about this?" Nadred said, raising his hand seems to be admiring, with his eyes portraying the ornamentation of darkness and evil on his arm. "I want to be stronger, now I have to pay." Wish, you should not congratulate me?"

"Nadred! You know that this is not right!" Arolah screamed. "How are you - how can you -!"

"Go back with me." Osmond interrupted the girl's words, and the voice steadily said to Nadred. "You are polluted by the source of darkness and need to be purified."

"Don't think I don't know." Nadred chuckled and sneered, "purified? Isn't that only a dead end? I haven't lived yet!"

"I won't die!" Osmond eagerly took a step forward and reached out to grab Nadred's arm. "Trust me, I won't let you die, I will stay with you!" ”

"I won't believe it!" Nadred took a step back and avoided Osmond's hand. His expression was cold. "Why, what will I do after being purified? Even if I don't die, I will only die half-live! I have been Enough of a weak, insulting life!"

"I will always be by your side, no one can bully you." Osmond added a tone of voice and implied a firm commitment.

"And me! I will do my best to help you!" Aroma quickly agreed.

"I don't need anyone." Nadred was unmoved. "I only believe in myself and only believe in the power I have."

After all, he seems too lazy to talk nonsense, turned and wanted to leave, Osmond stunned, eager to block, but instead angered Nadred.

The black mist condensed into a black double-edged dagger in his hand. Nadred waved his hand and cut off Osmond's white robe sleeves. His eyes were cold and cold: "Look at what you once saved me. I let you go this time, but if you don’t know how to stop me, I will never be soft!"

Osmond looked at Nadred, and with a deep mourning on his handsome face, he slowly lifted his scepter: "I want to stop you, I won't look at you deeper and deeper." ”

"Oh..." Nadred chuckled, scornful and mocking. "Then try it, I am not already a weak Nadred!"

The voice did not fall, the elf had turned into a black lightning, and rushed toward Osmond. Osmond raised his scepter to resist his sharp blade, while the other hand took a long sword from the scepter. , waving toward the elf. The elf leaps dexterously, avoiding the sword front, where the black mist is everywhere, and it can erode all the things in this world - except the Protoss who are covered by the light.

Alora is anxiously standing not far away, watching the two people in the confrontation, wanting to stop, but knowing that they can't stop it completely, can only be afraid of it, for fear that any one of them will be injured and defeated - but As long as it is a battle between life and death, there will always be winners and losers, unless both lose.

The black elf recruited the deadly, the white Protoss was forbearing and soft, not willing to let the other side suffer any damage, so he was finally stabbed in the chest by the black blade, unable to fight again, is not incomprehensible.

"Osmond!" Alora yelled, and the sword rushed over, trying to block the elf from the elf again and mercilessly, but she was too far away to look at the sharp blade. The section was affixed to the delicate and slender neck of the Protoss - and then lived.

A trace of blood appeared in the neck of Osmond, the red blood was shocking, and the beautiful Protoss of the Protoss looked at the elf on his body, mournful and affectionate.

Nadred’s face was hidden under the drooping black long hair, and his hand holding the black blade did not tremble at all, like a statue that was suddenly solidified.

Aluola stopped and looked at the scene with a slight gasp, and there was grief, sorrow, and expectation in her heart.

- Nadred did not kill Osmond - he still has love.

In Alora's gaze, Nadred finally moved. He leaped gently and looked at Osmond, who slowly propped up his body. He said without a sense of enthusiasm: "This time, the first Rao You, but not the next time."

Osmond opened his mouth, but only spit out a series of coughs, and Nadred apparently did not feel that he was going to say anything. After he finished speaking, he simply turned around and walked towards the depths of the black fog.

Alora walked quickly to Osmond, supporting his crumbling body, preventing him from continuing to chase Nadred's footsteps, and suddenly shouted: "Nadred! I know what you remember." I know that you still like Osmond! Right?"

Nadred’s footsteps, but did not look back, disappeared into the fog in a flash, leaving only his former companion to stare in the direction of his departure, as if looking forward to the last miracle.

- But the miracle never happened.

The author has something to say: Um... Is this probably a poor, ignorant view of the woman? - I rarely write such serious content! Feeling so cool

As for the Osmond perspective and the Nadred perspective... please help yourself, you know

Thanks to the cockroaches, nothing to chew tea, illxl, Fengjing and Bizhu five girls throwing mines = 3333=