Chapter 457 Loan

Colin felt like he was trudging through darkness.

Every step was extremely important, and the pain in the soles of my feet went up, connecting with the pain in my chest when I breathed.

There was darkness in front of him, and no matter how hard he tried to open his eyes, he couldn't seem to see the road in front of him clearly.

The lamp of life passed and dissipated in his body. Until he could no longer take a step and fell down somewhere unknown.

Until that ray of light illuminated his way forward.

The light gave him strength and made him feel as warm as a mother. Colin raised his head and looked at the destructive golden light.

What I saw was a golden tree shrouded in flames like a torch.

The flames spread and burned themselves. Looking back, countless people were burned by the flames.

"No!"

Colin exclaimed, sitting up.

Sweat had soaked his blindfold and flowed down it. It was unclear whether it was sweat or tears.

"Oh, you scared me to death." Wuming sat aside and patted his chest.

In the carriage, Wuming sat in the main seat, Colin huddled in one corner of the carriage, and Greg huddled in another corner.

"If I had known earlier, I should have prepared two carriages." Wuming twisted his body, hating how crowded the carriages were.

Originally going to Shadow City, I asked Leilana for several horses and carriages. The horses were let by Patch and the others, and the carriages were taken by myself. Everyone has a horse to ride on, and everyone has a slacker.

Wuming kept a distance from the horse and used the reins to separate the carriage so that the horses would not be frightened.

As a result, Colin couldn't see the road, and Greg was disabled and couldn't ride a horse, so they all had to squeeze together with Wuming. The two horses were immediately idle.

Wuming looked at Colin, a little dissatisfied:

"You sleep in broad daylight and then find yourself unable to sleep at night. Your schedule is reversed. You will realize your mistake when you grow up."

Colin was still in the afterglow of waking up from his dream, and was too stunned to respond.

Wuming pointed at Colin: "Since you have slept enough, you must not be sleepy anymore, so the decision is yours - you keep vigil at night."

After saying that, Wuming looked into the distance of the carriage.

We no longer had to rush as fast as we did when we went to Ensis City. This time, the carriages and horses were not moving very fast.

As evening approaches, an orange-red light shines in the direction of the shadow tree. Fire burns the clouds, and the glow is ready to carry the night and bring silence to this scarred land.

Wuming stretched and prepared to take a good rest.

"Recharge your batteries and go to Zhaoan Messermo," Wuming said.

Colin spoke, seemingly coming back to his senses:

"Are you really going to persuade Messemer?"

Colin asked Wuming, his words full of worry:

"Didn't you hear, that guy's essence is snake and fire."

"Snake and fire, what's wrong?" Wuming didn't care, "The snake may have some broken mouths, but there are also good snakes."

Colin said: "It's too taboo and too dirty. We can't let him leave the Land of Shadows. He will definitely burn the golden tree."

"Are you so sure?" Wuming said, "You have never met her, how can you be so sure?"

"I am a prophet." Colin said, "I saw the ominous flames, the flames that would burn the golden tree."

"Are you still a prophet?" Wuming was in awe. He now respected prophets such as Jie Zhi and would go to worship them from time to time.

"Then can you help me calculate my fortune?" Wuming said.

Colin's eye-patch expression was disgusted, and he glanced away, as if he was unwilling to talk about such a vulgar topic.

Colin said: "You shouldn't do this, you should leave here as soon as possible, the master of the golden mask is still waiting. To liberate the filth? It's ridiculous and stupid. They are the abandoned children abandoned by the golden tree, let them live in this shadow land Wouldn’t it be better to just stay still?”

"Your attitude is unacceptable." Wuming said, "I expect you to contact Father Golden Tree over at Shadow Tree. Is this your attitude?"

"I will not be complicit in filth, because the Golden Law excludes filth." Colin raised his chin proudly.

"Then get out of here." Patch said coldly beside the carriage.

He was not riding a horse, and his crawling speed on the ground was no slower than that of a horse. He approached unintentionally, and when Colin was about to speak, he retorted bluntly, and then sneered:

"Oh, but you can't leave, and you have to go with us filthy people. After all, you don't want Master Golden Mask to be brainwashed by Michaela, right?"

Colin hesitated, his face distorted:

"You are just faded ones. The golden tree has recalled the faded ones. The faded ones cannot be considered filthy."

"Because you and Golden Mask are also considered faded." Patch sneered, "It's a pity that in the eyes of Mersemer soldiers, they are just filth."

With that said, Patch walked away. The carriage couldn't catch up with him and quickly ran to the front of the team.

Colin was shaking with anger, but he couldn't see the direction of Patch, so he could only huddle in the carriage and sulk.

Wuming asked casually:

"How did you start to believe in the golden tree? Did you predict that you would see chaos? It was the prediction that Chappolili said, and everyone melted together."

When mentioning the prophecy, Wuming remembered the prophecy that Chappolili said before his death. Having said this, he wanted to ask Colin.

Colin did not reply to him. He seemed to be lost in thought and his body was trembling slightly.

When he finally came to his senses, the carriage had stopped beside a broad avenue.

It finally got dark, and everyone decided to rest where they were.

They ate, drank, and laughed, and then fell asleep.

Wuming actually left Colin to watch the night, and then fell asleep.

Facing the dark night, Colin was a little confused——

Is it dark?

His vision is always dark, and he can't tell the difference between day and night, which is why he falls asleep during the day.

Colin had never done such a night watch before. He wanted to wake up someone with clear eyesight to take his place, but it was hard for him to tell the difference between people lying down and sleeping. If you shout loudly, it will also disturb other people's rest.

In the end, Colin had no choice but to sit silently by the warm campfire, surrounding the campfire and paying attention to the sounds and movements around him.

The only sounds around were the slight crackling of wood in the campfire, the gentle breathing of people, and the rustling of insects at night.

It seemed that he was the only one still awake in the world.

For a moment, Colin thought of his previous tours and treks.

He once sat in the wilderness like this, following the prophecies and guidance.

Once he was not afraid of the shackles around his neck, but now he still adheres to the great guidance.

A slight click sounded from a distance, as if something was approaching and trampled a twig.

Colin's ears twitched and he stood up:

"Who's there?"

In this kind of wilderness, it might be a pack of wolves, or even more likely the horned men hiding everywhere, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

Thinking that the other party might be a horned man, Colin's lips trembled slightly, but he still raised the holy mark with both fingers flat and shouted what he wanted to say:

"May the Golden Law be with you."

The holy light lit up slightly, illuminating the surroundings.

Then he took out his shield and attached a layer of golden light to it, huddled behind the shield, and waited for any movement from the other side.

For one second, two seconds, three seconds, silence seemed to return to the surroundings, and Colin wondered if he had heard wrong just now.

A hand fell on Colin's shoulder.

Colin suddenly shrank, and a spark appeared in the palm of his hand that was holding the holy seal.

"The defense is good." A nameless voice came from his ear, "I'm going out."

"Wake up?" Colin asked.

"Go find the way to salvation." Wuming said mysterious words.

"Then you should learn the Golden Law." Colin responded subconsciously, "The way to salvation lies within it."

The nameless voice was silent for a moment, and then a laugh came out:

"That's okay, but I've learned a lot from Mikayla's live broadcast."

"That guy is not talking about the Golden Law!" Colin was angry.

But Wuming had lost his voice and seemed to be far away.

Colin sat down slumped and strengthened his belief that he must go back quickly and ask Michaela to turn off that crappy live broadcast.

Colin stroked the shield, feeling the surging and continuous sacred power attached to the shield, and continued to keep vigil.

Touching the shield, Colin felt something was wrong.

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Wuming used the darkness of the night to locate the tower and the shadow tree in the shadow as coordinates, constantly correcting his position, and seemed to have a clear goal.

Until he saw a certain crooked neck tree, Wuming stopped and looked around, and found that there were several sheep around, and the horns on the sheep's heads were quite huge.

Wuming looked at the sheep's horns and touched his head with both hands. The light and shadow were distorted, and the illusion of several big horns appeared on his head, lifelike, mighty and majestic.

Wuming walked around the Crooked Neck Tree and walked a few steps towards a cliff, where he saw a cave hidden in the shadows.

A small settlement of horned people is hidden here.

When Wuming deceived the old woman from the corner as a brave man, he also asked about the approximate location of some corner settlements.

The horned old woman said that the horned people would fully support her and help him complete his great cause and kill Messermer.

So now, he came to look for those horned men.

But they are not here to ask for combat power to attack Shadow City.

Seeing Wuming's figure, the horned people were nervous at first, but then relaxed when they saw the big horns on Wuming's head.

"Tribesman, you are welcome." The people hugged Wuming.

"I am living here." Wuming said, "Is there any scorpion soup?"

"Yes." The Jiao people kindly served soup to Wuming, "Tribesmen, how is the situation outside?"

Wuming always felt that this group of people were kinder than the ones he had met before, and their expressions were generally more relaxed, with joy in their expressions.

This place is close to Shadow City, so it stands to reason that it would be more stringent.

"What's there to be happy about?" Wuming took a sip of the soup and thought it was quite fresh.

"You're from outside, haven't you heard of it?" Kakuto asked.

"I don't know what specifically you are referring to." Wuming said, "Messemer and Lelana are still alive and well. I haven't heard of any other good things."

The horned man is happy and confident:

"Brother, Mersemer is going to die soon."

"Oh? What do you mean?" Wuming asked, "Yongren showed up?"

"Don't you know that?" Kakuto said happily, "The old lady has already told us. She sent the news that the mythical beast answered our prayers and the brave man appeared!"

Wuming's eyes flickered: "The old lady is unconscious. Is she telling the truth?"

"It must be true." Kakuto was certain. "In the past few days, reports have been sent from various places, and a very powerful Kakuto has appeared. I heard that the city of Enxis was in chaos because of this, and there was no way to fight back."

"Did the news spread so fast?" Wuming muttered.

The horned man continued: "The news has spread to the ears of the people in the tower, and everyone is eagerly waiting for it. The soldiers hidden in various places have begun to prepare, preparing to take advantage of this great opportunity to launch a general attack!"

Kakuto's clenched fists were shaking with excitement:

"It's time to fight back!"

Wuming grinned and tsked lightly.

"What's wrong?" Jiaoren was a little confused when he heard Wuming's voice.

"It's okay, let me drink the soup." Wuming said with a smile, chewing the scorpion liver in the soup again and again, making a loud sound.

Wuming asked: "When will the general attack be?"

Kakuto replied: "We haven't said anything yet. We are waiting for the signal. Yong Ren, our new king, will definitely give us the signal. When the time comes, we will rush forward."

"Oh..." Wuming nodded, feeling a little relieved.

"That's right." Wuming said, "I don't know that Ensis City has seen the power and seems to be preparing to put down the tribesmen who are impaled and burned. Shadow City may also be afraid of us and slow down its attitude."

"Ensis City? A group of cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong." The horned man sneered, "But it's a good thing for us. The clansmen can finally get rid of the fire and find peace."

Kakuto touched his chin: "We have to find a way to get the bodies away later and bury them properly."

Wuming nodded and wiped away tears: "They died for the Horned Man, so we have to give them a good burial - in a spiritual tomb."

"You're right." Kakuren nodded, "We'll contact the Kakure over there later to collect the body."

Wuming hesitated for a moment, thought about his words, and asked:

"What if we lose again?"

"Then continue to hibernate, wait, and wait for opportunities to sneak attack their supply teams and patrols - anyway, the worst is the same as before." Kakuto said, "If we don't kill the golden tree, we will not get salvation."

"Can't you get salvation if you don't kill him?" Wuming asked.

The horned man looked at Wuming in surprise: "Otherwise? The evil woman Malika has become a god. Now is the era of the golden tree. Do you think the evil woman will let us go? Only by killing them and killing them all can we Welcome to the future.”

Wuming thought thoughtfully: "So that's what I think. It's not surprising..."

"What's not weird?" Kakuto asked.

"It's nothing." Wuming glanced at him, "I was actually walking outside recently and heard some strange rumors. It's just too ridiculous to be worth mentioning."

What Wuming said aroused Kakuto's curiosity:

"What are these rumors? Clan members, information must be exchanged. This is the key to our survival."

Wuming said: "I heard that Mersemer is preparing to end the jihad."

"End the invasion?" Kakuto was stunned, "How is this possible?"

"Yeah, I don't believe it either." Wuming smiled, "But it seems that I also heard about other things - Queen Malika, something happened outside the Shadow Land."

"Seriously?" Jiao Ren was surprised.

"Some people who are not from the Shadow Land appeared." Wuming said, "They should be the new ones who came to the Shadow Land recently, and they should be the news they brought."

The horned man clasped his hands together, his palms trembling with excitement: "Our prayers and our curses have finally taken effect! The divine beast opens its eyes! This must be a sign, heralding the revival of our clan!"

Wuming glanced at Jiao Ren:

"What should we do if Mersemer wants to retreat and leave our hometown? Our great revenge has not yet been avenged. Should we stop them and prevent them from going back?"

Kakuto, who was immersed in his imagination about the end of the war, was brought back to reality by the nameless question, and was silent for a moment.

Kakuto thought for a while and felt a headache:

"Grandma will definitely make a decision, and the priest and the beast will definitely make the right choice."

Wuming observed Jiaoren's reaction and nodded:

"It's almost dawn, and I have to leave, my compatriots. May our family be saved."

Wuming left, his figure gradually dissipated, and when he reappeared in the distance, he had changed back to his original outfit.

When I came back, I found that most of the team had woken up and were getting ready to set out again.

Wuming wrote a letter, tied it to the back of a useless horse, and patted the horse's butt:

"Go back. The old horse knows the way. Bring the message back and ask Leilana to quickly put down the man on the spear."

"Where have you gone?" Patch also woke up and asked Wuming while rubbing his eyes. He seemed to know that Wuming disappeared in the middle of the night.

Wuming laughed and said:

"The loan is gone."

"Loan?" Patch didn't understand. He thought he hadn't woken up yet, so he rubbed his eyes and picked his ears.

"Let's get the word out first." Wuming said, "Sometimes, bragging is a good way to attract sponsorship and investment. Sincerity leads to success, and you can reach the described future. This is a virtual image."

"Huh?" Patch still didn't understand, "Forget it, let's get on our way."

"Let's go." Wuming was in a good mood. "I got a lot of information, which is very useful. I am now more confident in persuading Messermer. There is at least a 70% chance."

"What percent was it before?" Patch asked.

"Less than 30%." Wuming said.

"So low? Then you promised Leilana so firmly." Patch looked sideways.

"Where there is a lack of probability, make up for it with courage." Wuming said with a shameless face, "Let's go."

After a moment, Patch looked up and looked ahead:

"What is the probability of success now?"

"It's not even done yet." Roger looked ahead in awe.

Looking from a distance, Shadow City has come into view. A large-scale main city that far exceeds everyone's imagination. It may be even more majestic and shocking than Rodel - it is not a rock, but an iron-cast outer wall showing a dull metallic color. Towering and terrifying, countless spears pierced the corpse, exuding fear and lamentation in the flames.

On the road leading to Shadow City, the flame giant stood in front and blasted over with a devastating momentum.