Chapter 209 Your Name

The old dog's pace gradually slowed down. He did not continue to run forward, but turned around and stared behind him.

Deep in his heart, he had an inexplicable premonition that he might die today.

The original name of the old dog was of course not "Old Dog". It was a name given by someone who had taken him in. Unfortunately, those guys who took him in were not good people, but a secret organization "Obsidian Knife" that specializes in training extraordinary killers.

He was once trained to be a real killer. In order to make money for the organization and eliminate hostile existence, he killed many people, including men, women, old people, and even children.

The old dog's memory was originally very good, but now he can only vaguely remember the days of that period, and it is easy to forget them.

Perhaps it is a self-protection mechanism of the brain that makes him not remember that past so clearly.

The final outcome was that he was arrested by the church. He did not die because of this, but because it happened to be the outbreak of the war, King Syat issued a conscription order and was forced to join the Syat Kingdom Army and become a powerful redeemer.

Among all the extraordinary people who made different "pledges" and became redeemers, the old dog with the strength of the qualitative change was the strongest one in the kingdom army.

He soon discovered that the life in the army was not much different from his days in the secret organization "Black Blade".

All along, he just obeyed orders, killed, obeyed orders, and killed.

There was no real life, no need to show emotions, and even no need to remember his real name.

Obey orders, kill, obey orders, kill...

After being defeated and captured by the Rhea people, the old dog was not afraid of death in his heart, but felt completely empty. He suffered torture in prison and silently lost all the motivation in his heart.

Until that day, the man wearing an iron mask suddenly passed through the wall and stood in front of him.

"Prisoner, who are you?" The man wearing an iron mask asked.

"I am the old dog."

The old dog answered without hesitation. He had always answered like this. Everyone who gave orders knew that he was the old dog and was good at killing.

However, the iron-faced man shook his head.

"No, I want to know your real name. Well, if you haven't thought about it yet, come with me first. You can think about it slowly in the future until you can figure it out completely."

Figured it out...

Darren told him a truth. From now on, he will completely belong to himself. No matter what he wants to do or what he needs to get, he must make his own choice.

"If you want to be a good person, help those you see without expecting anything in return. If you want to be a bad person, burn, kill, rob, and give pain. Or you can go with me to kill the Rhea people. After all, they almost killed you, didn't they? You have the right to revenge and the right to hate."

"Maybe after you have experienced enough things and made enough choices by yourself, you can figure it out and get your real name from then on."

In the dark prison, the old dog stared at the iron mask. He couldn't see the true face of the man behind the iron mask, and he had no idea what kind of person he was.

But, a trace of vitality suddenly emerged from deep in his heart.

He felt that what the man said made sense.

"Okay, I'll go out with you."

At this moment in the jungle, the old dog had a strange smile on his face, and there was a little madness in his eyes.

He clapped his hands suddenly and stopped running away.

"I really made the right decision at the beginning, Darren Fisher, thank you for not letting me rot and die in prison!"

The longer the old dog was in contact, the more he could feel that Darren had a strange magic, as if he could arouse the deepest desires in other people's hearts.

In fact, thinking about it later, you can know that those desires are actually hidden deep in people's hearts, but they were lured out by Darren Fisher.

And relying on such abilities, Darren was able to gradually build his own team over the years.

"Hahahahahaha! Come on!"

He also stopped and decided to meet the enemy to buy time for the rest of his companions.

The old dog has lived for decades and has been killing all the time, but he has never saved even one person, so he hopes to make different choices.

Different choices from your own perspective!

The next moment, his scarred body gradually swelled up. The power in his flesh and blood was the high-level magic beast "Spike Giant Wolf", which could give him a powerful and indestructible human wolf body!

"Woo!"

Just after the old dog completely transformed, his wolf nose suddenly smelled a lot of gunpowder.

He looked into the distance and found that a raging fire was burning in the jungle. There were too many combustibles in this forest. Once a fire was formed, it would take several days and nights to extinguish.

"What's going on?"

The old dog was very surprised in his heart.

——

"Burn it!"

There was a flame in Darren's palm.

The source of his blood power was a common magic beast "Fire Lizard Spirit", which had the power to control fire and good vitality.

Darren not only had sequence power, but also blood power. The two kinds of extraordinary powers matched each other, plus the fate trajectory and runes, there was really no one among the extraordinary people below the qualitative change level who could compete with him.

Theoretically, combined with the miraculous effect of the "Sufferer" of the Destiny Track and the power of that rare treasure, he can even pose a fatal threat to the transcendent who has transformed into a lower level.

It's a pity that even with the damage reduction of the Salamander Spirit, Darren was unable to fight against the original Arthur Meyer. After all, the power gap between the two sides was really too big.

"Burn! Hahahahaha, burn! Burn them all!"

He waved his arms, and a large amount of flames covered the surrounding area, instantly causing trees to burn one after another.

Since being burned all over his body, Darren's life and destiny have completely changed, and he has become increasingly crazy and ruthless deep in his heart.

Although he trusted his companions, even if any of them died, it would not make him truly sad.

Too many people have died over the years, and it would be too annoying for Darren if every one of them made people sad, so he just decided not to be sad at all!

Flames continued to erupt from the ulcerated palm, spurting out into the surrounding forest again and again.

The source of the fire lizard bloodline's power is a very ordinary bloodline, and the flames it creates are nothing special, but they are enough for Darren to use.

The spread of forest fire is like the most intense flame dancer, flying through the forest, the flames roaring past, and the fire is radiating.

The heat wave spreads with the wind, involving the dense trees and dry ground into destruction, like a natural disaster magic, ruthlessly taking away the beauty and vitality of the surroundings.

"Nice scenery, let's make a mess. Only in this way will it be easier to escape!"

As for how many lives would die in the forest fire, or even whether his companions would be burned to death, that was not something that Darren needed to consider at all.

"Hahahahaha!"

He laughed and continued running towards the south. About half a day later, he suddenly heard the sound of flying coming from behind.

"Hey, are you catching up?"

Darren smiled and turned his head, only to see a tall Rheaian officer with bird wings on his back flying over at a very fast speed in the sky.

He crossed over the blazing flames and landed in front of Darren, looking very unhappy.

"It doesn't matter. Although a few did run away, if I kill you, there will only be four more. I can kill half of them..."

The smoke and confusion caused by the forest fire did delay the adjutant and prevented him from killing all the escapees.

Oh, three of his seven teammates died, which is acceptable.

Darren stared at the tall Rhea officer with thick beard on both sides of his face, and suddenly he laughed nervously. He didn't feel fear or fear at all deep in his heart, but became very excited!

He knew that it was impossible to escape with his feet, and the strong man in front of him was no match for him. The current situation was undoubtedly a desperate situation.

Great Lord of the Lost, I may be returning to your arms!

The adjutant stared at the forest fire and the man standing in the thick smoke, and asked loudly and majestically: "What is your name? Man in the Iron Mask, I have heard of you! You are a group of villains who are wreaking havoc everywhere, despicable The Siat Invaders!”

"My name?"

Darren chuckled and then said:

"The name is just a code name. You can call me Darren Fisher, or you can call me the Man in the Iron Mask, or anything else... Anyway, what I have done so far has left a mark in your hearts. Give me your real name!”