Chapter 839: Renegade (below)

Alan felt a pain in her chest.
He took a breath and felt his heart filled with anger, hot and sour.
So he raised his hand and grabbed Varus's neck at once, pressing the once tattooed man against the wall, squeezing, squeezing.
"Damn you! Damn—"
Afterwards, his hands were empty, but he spun and fell, breathless, and fell to the floor, feeling the last point of air in his lungs being pressed out of his mouth.
Alan gasped while rolling, and Varus stood above him, lowering his head, hands down on both sides.
"You should use a sword."
Varus said, raising his hand to show Alan that he was holding a sword in his left hand.
Subtle ripples gleamed on the polished blade, and the dark wooden hilt shone with silver inlays.
This is Alan's sword, which his father gave him, and he even carried it on the battlefield.
Varus raised the sword, his eyes down with the blade of the sword, until he was facing Alan's four eyes.
"If you want to kill someone, you should be killed. Is there such a sentence here?"
Alan Qiang endured the pain in his chest, the anger had not dispersed, but was bound by the pain until they became one.
He rolled to his knees and took a deep breath.
"You killed my home."
He gasped, trying to stand up.
"Do not."
Varus shook his head and sat on a wooden crate.
His body leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his hands together.
"No, we don't, we are just like you."
Alan felt his heart beating his chest.
He wanted to rush outside the door, screaming and shouting that there was an enemy infiltrator in the bunker.
But then he thought of the man in the black military uniform, the man who could easily change his voice.
He raised his head to look at the man who was willing to run for Oak, and Varus looked at him too—calm, expressionless, and silently waiting.
Alan turned his head to one side, remembering the kind of fear that slowly formed in his heart as he watched the Legion of the Oaker take the stride into Aven.
The future of his world, the future of his daughters' world is bleak.
Alan used to be an aristocrat of Ivan, but the war of Ok made him lose almost everything. His wealth, status, and even the most basic livelihood could not be maintained.
Afterwards, when Alan looked around, all cold and dark, Beiruf found him and gave him a glimmer of hope.
Alan turned his head again, looked up at those eyes, took a deep breath, and spit.
Varus slowly shook his head.
"I won't lie to you, now what we are talking about, the plans we have made-those are all true."
Alan lowered his hands and tried to inhale more air. He had to stand up and grab Valus' neck.
He was going to kill him, here and now... he started to get up, shaking his limbs.
"Listen to me, Alan."
Varus said he raised his hands and spread them to both sides.
"Listen to me, this is not what we did, we are also suppressed."
When Alan tried to straighten his body, the cramped pain flashed over his body. He failed to stand up and knelt on one knee again.
There must be a wizard nearby, but Alan couldn't find the other's location.
Air came in and out of his mouth, he closed his eyes tightly, and sweat was still on his forehead.
Slowly, he felt the pain in his chest a little better, but he still didn't move.
"why?"
The word had been exported before he wanted to take it back, and he realized that this was the question he was asking from the moment that Ock murdered his world, and he had no hope of getting an answer.
"Why? He said that there will be no more war, this is just a punishment, I believe his words, every dollar I use to set eyes and ears in every other city, every name I give him, all because of I believe his words, and I believe they will stop."
Varus shook his head, regretting that his skin wrinkled beside his eyes.
"Alan--"
"Nothing!"
Alan fiercely growled, and he took a deep breath, feeling the tears running down his face.
"Nothing, so many people died, because I provided... everything!"
"You won’t believe me, I understand, but I assure you that we are not involved in what is happening in Tyre... But you are still here, we are too, and you can do something to save more people , Alan."
He paused for a moment, and Alan looked up, seeing that the pity in Varus' eyes disappeared.
"There is something left here."
Alan shook his head, but a chill spread throughout his body with Varus's words.
"How could you--"
"Your daughters, Alan, they all need you, and they want you to live too."
Varus tilted his head, and then he reached out and took a worn wallet from a pocket on his thigh and opened it.
A photo was dropped and was a little dirty, but the image shown above still made Alan stunned.
Two small faces, with black curly hair, black eyes widened nervously, one of them glanced at the other, as if confirming something.
He felt his eyes hurt and his throat choked.
When he looked up, he could feel the cold spreading under his skin again, and he froze for ten seconds before speaking.
"what do you want from me?"
Varus nodded, he didn't smile, expressionless.
"At six o'clock tomorrow morning, the overlord Guk will come with a large army, they will launch a fierce attack, and then leave a gap in the encirclement-as a key link in their next part of this battle~ EbookFREE.me ~ the next part of this battle?"
"Yes, the following things don't need us to care, that's not a very worthy picture,"
Alan snorted.
"Is this what you want, or what are you afraid of?"
"very good."
Varus said, he smiled suddenly.
"I finally know why it wants me to find you. You are so smart, Alan, but now you have to listen to me."
Varus's face no longer smiled-his expression was heavy, and his eyes did not blink.
Alan felt he couldn't look away, and this face was far from friendly.
"In the next battle, you will receive a signal composed of a single keyword. When you hear that word, you must make sure that a group of farts who are approaching you at the time pass and they will not hurt. You, but they must pass."
"Pass...and reach inside the bunker?"
Alan paused, and Varus tilted his head.
"and then?"
"You will survive again, as will your daughters."
"How can they find me on the battlefield?"
Varus' eyes seemed to be glowing.
"They will find you."
Alan took a breath. He wanted to close his eyes and fall into the world of sleep and dreams.
There, the path in front of him does not exist-in that world he does not need to make this choice, the braided thread rubs against his skin as he moves his hand.
A choice, a voice in the cold core of his mind said, never had a choice.
"What is that keyword?"
"murder."