Chapter 473: Tenderness Before the War

Those who came with Mikaela reunited in Shadow City, saying that they wanted to catch up with each other and wash away their dust, but more importantly, they wanted to understand the situation in the Land of Shadows. After all, not everyone has an intelligence network as strong as Michaela's, and many people have even heard of this place for the first time.

Most people gathered in the hall of Shadow City and the promenade on the city wall, which was the most spacious place and could accommodate many people's banquets and carnivals.

Millicent pestered Wuming, wanting to hear what happened in the Land of Shadows. When Wuming started talking, other employees also gathered over, wanting to hear the boss's experience.

Latarn pulled Gaius up. The brothers had not seen each other for a long time. They drank and chatted happily in the main entrance hall of Shadow City. After they drank to their heart's content, they even gave a few sips to the hippopotamus next to them.

Lance Sanks went to Mongot and complained at length about how boring he was during this period.

Menggert also wanted to monitor the other demigods, but was blocked by Lance Sanks. In the blink of an eye, he found that the figures of Mersemer and Man Yue had disappeared from sight.

"Don't worry." Lance Sanks was reassured. "From my observation, Mersemer is quite honest, and he has been here for thousands of years, so why should you be careful?"

Mengt was still restless as Lance Sanks rubbed his big nose and pinched his tail, and he finally had no choice but to give up monitoring other demigods.

At the corner where Menggert could not monitor, Messermo and Man Yue were talking about something.

Full Moon stared at Messermo with sharp eyes:

"Where's my sister?"

Messermo lowered his head and sighed:

"This is what I want to tell you. She should be very happy that you are here. I would like to ask you to help me mediate and persuade her."

Ever since Messemer was recuperating on the bed in his darkroom a few days ago, and Leilana was also recuperating on the bed in her darkroom. After the two of them woke up completely while looking at each other, Leilana seemed to have started to have troubles. In the past few days, I never really liked talking to him and always avoided him.

Messermo felt very guilty: "Although I don't know what happened, I'm afraid I offended her and she felt that I was frivolous towards her. I hope you can help me convey my apology."

"Where is she?" Man Yue asked.

"Still in my darkroom." Messermo introduced Man Yue and led her to the door of his room.

Man Yue nodded gently: "I'll go tell her."

When he opened the door, he saw Leilana sitting in the room. She was sitting on a chair, wearing no armor and wearing light cloth, staring blankly at the head of the bed in Messermo's room.

There is a huge statue of Malika holding her infant child.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Leilana looked over and was stunned when she saw the figure of Man Yue.

"Sister?" Leilana was a little unbelievable.

When Man Yue saw Leilana with a cold expression, the frost on her face also cracked, and she smiled gently at her:

"The boy in Radagan who couldn't tell the difference between boys and girls opened the door. I heard about it and came to see you."

"How did you know I was here..." Lelana stood up, a little flustered when facing her sister, and straightened her clothes.

"Messemer brought me here, saying that he made you angry and asked me to mediate." Man Yue said.

Leilana blushed a little: "I see...he still has some snacks..."

Man Yue looked at Leilana's expression and said:

"So I came to mediate and solve the problem between you."

Leilana waved her hands subconsciously: "No need, don't bother sister, I've already——"

"Leave him." Man Yue said.

"Eh?" Leilana looked at her sister's bright moon-like eyes, her eyes a little dazed.

Man Yue said: "Leave that stinky man and come back to Kallia with me."

Leilana was confused: "Sister, why are you..."

"Didn't I make it clear enough?" Man Yue said, "You have wasted too much of your youth on that smelly red hair. It is not worth it. Come back with me. Kallia still has your place, and you are still my dear sister. ”

Leilana tilted her head, her expression full of confusion:

"But sister, aren't you... the one who admires love the most? In the past, you clearly asked me to get married early with a happy face, and you also supported me to follow him - "

"I'm divorced." Man Yue said with a cold face, "That smelly red-haired monster betrayed me."

"Ah? Are you divorced?" Leilana covered her mouth in disbelief.

She heard a lot of news from Wuming that could give Messermo a critical blow, but she didn't expect that there was another big news prepared for herself.

"Oh, to be precise, there was no divorce." Man Yue sneered, "The red-haired man ran away without saying a word, turned around and ran back to Rodel. Within two months, the news of his wedding to Malika reached me. "

"Is it Malika again?" Lelana turned her face and looked at the Malika statue above the bed in Messemer's bedroom, speechless.

Man Yue also saw the statue and curled her lips and said:

"Look, does this mama's boy care about you? He only cares about Malika. Have you seen his armor? Every scale is engraved with a fucking gold ring."

Man Yue put her hands on Leilana's shoulders:

"As long as you leave him, you will no longer be saddened by him, and you will no longer quarrel. You will gain inner peace. Otherwise, you will only have your heart stolen by the smelly red hair, and you will be depressed all day long, and your dignity will be ruined. Just Just like Radagona, I called her Xiao Tiantian and sweetly promised to be together forever, but in the end, I forgot the vows made when we got married. "

Leilana's body was held down by the full moon, but her head was turned aside and she did not respond.

"But he never promised me anything," Lelana whispered, "nor did he say sweet words to me."

"That's even more sad." Man Yue said, "He doesn't love you at all."

Leilana looked at her sister and forced a smile:

"But he asked you to enlighten me, didn't he?"

Leilana lowered her eyes:

"Sister, you don't understand him. He is not like my brother-in-law - not as perfect and high-spirited as Radagon. He never promises me anything because he feels that he is filthy and does not deserve me or happiness."

Leilana looked at Malika’s statue:

"He was just...abandoned. A mother abandons her children, and the mother doesn't love them. What should the child do? What else can a child do if his mother abandons him? He's just been very sad. He's never been loved, and he doesn't know how. Express your concern.”

Man Yue looked at her sister with pity:

"So you just want to carry his sorrow?"

"Too many people abandoned him. Everyone turned their backs on him and left. I looked at his back and felt that he was so lonely." Leilana said softly, "He almost never smiled."

"Do you want to be his mother?" Man Yue said.

"A man may always need a woman to take the place of his mother." Lelana said softly, "It's a pity that I can't do that."

"You should be more independent and stop talking to him." Man Yue persuaded the girl earnestly.

Leilana said: "Sister, I know how much you love him. When Radagon betrayed you, did you also correct yourself so quickly?"

Man Yue's willow eyebrows stood up: "That was because he gave me the ecstasy soup and drugged me. That red-haired bastard actually charmed me."

"You can recover without the charm?" Lelana said, "Never thought about him?"

Man Yue was silent, and she also knew that if she still reacted so strongly now, it meant that she had not completely let go.

She just picked herself up, not put it down.

After all, she once truly loved and was happy. During those years, she was unable to let go of herself.

"It's not that easy to forget." Man Yue smiled bitterly.

"Even if I am injured, my heart bleeds, even if I am always in pain, why don't I want to forget it..." Leilana murmured, not knowing whether she was lamenting for herself or for Messermo.

"I'm sad, not because I saw him in the same bed." Lelana cried, "It's because he was lying next to me, but when he saw me, he only dared to step back. He never got over the hurdle in his heart. I'm angry that no matter what I do, in his heart, he is not as close as Malika."

Man Yue hugged Leilana and remained silent.

Then suddenly with a wave of his hand, the pyroxene on his wrist was activated, and a broomstick hit the statue of Malika. With a roar, the head of the statue of Malika fell off the broom, and hit Messermo's bed with rubble and rubble. .

Leilana was frightened:

"Sister, what are you doing? You don't have to do it for me—"

The full moon lies on her hips, with the corners of her mouth and eyebrows raised:

"I saw a woman seducing my ex-husband, can't I stand it? Little Red Hair dares to talk too much? I haven't settled the score with his mother yet. He dares to point a gun at me? To fight with me? He rebelled against him. That's amazing. The Third Lienia War, anyway, I’ve long been unhappy with the Golden Tree.”

Man Yue patted Leilana on the head with a motherly smile: "Messemer is not loved by his family, so you love him. But you are loved by your family. If you are wronged, go back to Calia."

"Yeah." Lelana nodded slightly.

Queen of the Full Moon, Lenara, tangled her fingers in Lenara's glossy black hair:

"If you want him to be attracted by you, you have to dress yourself up well. You are always slovenly."

Leilana blushed: "I dressed up."

She wore a loose cloth suit instead of the usual leather armor.

"Fighting and killing every day, we have even forgotten how Kaliya should behave." Man Yue looked at Leilana's makeup and pushed her onto the chair, "Sit down and I will comb your hair."

The full moon spread out Lelana's long braids and combed her long hair.

"This hair was given to me by sister," Leilana said.

Man Yue also smiled: "One day, let's go stargazing together again."

"Um……"

When Leilana stood up again, her long, messy hair, which was originally tied together, had been combed to make it soft and black, giving it a sheen like the moon.

The clothes were also changed by Man Yue into a white dress. Man Yue found white cloth and sewed it temporarily in Messermo's room.

"Sister, can you sew now?"

"Don't mention this. I don't want to say who taught me this. It would be bad luck to mention him." Man Yue said, illuminating the room with starlight and using ice magic to create a large mirror for Lelana. "How about it?"

Leilana looked at her simple and soft image, feeling a little uncomfortable:

"Is this okay?"

"I can't help it. Conditions don't allow for Kalia's style." Man Yue sighed, "But this is fine. My sister has good foundation. Just let her hair down."

Leilana looked at her long, disheveled hair in the mirror. She usually wore a military uniform and a sword. She felt that she hadn't seen herself like this in a thousand years, as the princess of Calia.

Full Moon patted Leilana on the shoulder:

"Okay, let's go and charm that little red-haired girl."

Leilana nodded heavily, and left the darkroom with Man Yue to find Messermo.

As soon as we got off the tower, we saw Messermo.

He was leaning against the fence on the side wall, looking into the distance.

He was talking and laughing with a beautiful strange woman he had never seen before, showing a bright smile.

========

Messemer had already stepped down from the tower where he was resting, and did not hear the sound of his mother's statue being blown up by the full moon. He stepped down from his tower without going to the lively main hall.

Just on the bridge connecting under the tower, look out at the shadow tree.

Hesitation and uneasiness are still filled in my heart.

Wuming rushes the ducks to the shelves and urges all parties to promote peace talks, so not everything will fall into place.

Messemer still doesn't know if he has to abandon the mission his mother once gave him.

Mikaela's arrival has basically confirmed Wuming's various theories, and he should have let go of his obsession. But thousands of years of persistence and inertia don’t mean you can just let go.

He is afraid, afraid of making his own decisions, afraid that his own decisions are not really in line with his mother's wishes.

"Mother..." Mersemer closed his eyes and prayed to the shadow tree, "Give me guidance."

Messermo opened his eyes and turned around to go back.

His steps paused, and he saw Michaela standing not far from him, her thick golden hair spread in the holy light, occupying half the width of the road.

He was raising his head, holding a monocular telescope, and looking in the direction of his room with interest.

It was as if I could see through the brick wall and see the scene inside my room at the top of the tower.

"What are you doing?" Messemer asked.

"Love the person you love, that's the best. Love the person you love and don't love the second best." Michaela said these words that Messermo couldn't understand.

"What?"

"It's nothing, I just thought of what the nameless brother did." Michaela said, "It's the worst to not be able to love someone, or to be heartbroken to death. I will accept those people."

Michaela held her chin: "Perhaps emotional sadness is similar to physical wounds. Although it is painful, it is also proof of being alive. So people would rather suffer than forget, so the Blood Dynasty will respect wounds and blood... …”

Messemer felt that Michaela was just talking to herself and was about to leave.

"Brother Messermo." Michaela stopped him, "Children should learn to grow up. When they grow up, they won't be so entangled with their mothers."

"You should be the kind of child who is loved by thousands of people." Messermo said, "Mother, I should be very satisfied with you."

"Unfortunately, I am not perfect." Michaela smiled, "Don't be so aggressive. I just experienced some things and want to share them with you and encourage you."

Michaela touched her lips:

"Brother Wuming gave me some unforgettable experiences and allowed me to become an adult. I think you should experience them too."

"There's no comparison," Messemer said. "We're not like each other."

"In fact, the mission of a man of God is also very heavy." Michaela said, "A mission that is too heavy is like a curse. Under the heavy burden, we will all become distorted."

Messermo glanced over his head:

"In the final analysis, mother only accepted the faded ones, but she did not pay attention to other laws. My mission is to protect the fire——"

Michaela said: "You might not listen to me, so I found someone who can."

Like magic, Michaela's long, silky hair gathered up, revealing the person who had been previously obscured by his holy light.

A single-eyed girl with short hair, a travel top and leather boots, with hair color between brown and pink.

The girl and Messemer looked at each other for two seconds, then looked away, as if they didn't know how to face it.

"Melina?" Messermo wasn't sure.

"Yeah." Melina responded.

"Why are you here too?" Messermo said.

"Michaela lied to me and said that there was a new church in the Land of Shadows, and we could open up new tourist routes in the future." Melina said expressionlessly, "But when I came here, I found that there was no formal church at all, the heads of the statues were all gone, and the church was also gone. It has been abandoned a long time ago. And my mother never left any words in these places.”

Michaela smiled and said to the two of them:

"You brothers and sisters have a good time reminiscing about old times. I won't disturb you. I'm leaving."

Michaela disappeared in a flash, leaving Messermo and Melina alone, a little embarrassed.

"How have you been these past few years?" Melina spoke first, "Are you still adhering to your mission?"

"Yeah, I've been hesitating recently about whether to continue." Messemer looked into the distance with his eyes bearing Malika's brand, "What about you? Are you still with your mother?"

"My mother is no longer here," Melina said. "She was imprisoned inside the golden tree. Only fire can burn through the golden tree's thorn seal of rejection."

"Then you are the only one who can burn it outside, right?" Messermo said, "Are you also struggling?"

"I don't struggle," Melina said. "My mother clearly told me my mission."

"Burn the golden tree?" Messermer asked.

"Um."

Messermo said: "It seems that what Wuming said is true, my mother has changed."

"Um."

Messermer asked: "What laws did mother abandon? Did she allow the horned people to be accommodated? What about the hybrid demihumans? Are they all accepted? Dragons, giants, and mountain monsters?"

Melina didn't respond until Messermo also fell silent.

"It can't be..." Messermo had already guessed it, but he still couldn't believe it.

"Well, release fire and death." Melina said, "Mother now hopes to return death equally."

She looked at Messermo: "In other words, even snakes are no longer taboo."

Messemer leaned against the side wall, gathering his thoughts.

After a long while, he sighed: "You are so lucky."

"What do you say?" Melina asked.

"Being able to stay with my mother all the time, even the mission given to me can be completed." Messermo smiled bitterly, "Unlike me, my mission is always in progress and there is no possibility of completion."

Melina also leaned against the side wall and stood next to Messermo.

Then she stepped hard on Messermo's feet. His toes were exposed in his sandals, and the red snakes on his body were wailing in pain when he was stepped on by the boots.

"What are you doing?" Messermo said, "I have fought all my life, and I am not allowed to be envious?"

"I get angry when I talk about this." Melina puffed up her mouth, "My mission? My mission is gone!"

"The mission is gone?" Messermo was confused, "You abandoned your mission?"

"Someone robbed my mission." Melina hugged her shoulders and glanced away angrily, "I could have been a hero, but now I can only be a tour guide and lead a group to make a living."

"Can this mission be robbed?" Messermo was puzzled, "Even if the golden tree is burned, it cannot be done without fire. Is there anyone else who can see the virtual image of the flame?"

"The crazy fire can do it." Melina said.

"The Madness has spread outside?" Messermo was alert.

"Marlennia is infected with corruption, and Mungate has horns. Do you really think the holy war can stop anything?" Melina said, "Of course the Madness can go outside. The Outer Gods are the rules, and the rules can't stop it. As long as there are still people who are crazy, the Madness will continue to exist; as long as there are flesh and blood, the Invisible Mother will exist; as long as there are still people pickling vegetables, corruption will exist."

"Isn't the last one a bit discordant?" Messermo said.

Melina supported her face: "But it was not the Madness that occupied my mission. Xia Bolili has been dealt with by Wuming."

"Wuming can actually defeat the Madness, he is really strong." Messermo asked, "Then who took away your mission?"

"It was also Wuming." Melina had no expression.

"Flame..." Messermo suddenly realized and thought of Wuming's blazing flame.

"Wait, he's not dead." Messermo thought, "Becoming a fire seed means that you will encounter a destined death, right?"

"I don't know, that guy seems to be dead." Melina said, "I can't feel any breath of the living on him, but he is not dead."

"The curse of immortality..." Messermo thought of the curse that Wuming carried, "It can actually resist the destined death."

"Anyway, he ruined my mission." Melina's hair exploded, and the eye that had been closed for a long time opened slightly, revealing a hint of night.

"Don't be so rude." Messermo's red snake stroked Melina's fur.

"Mother speaks like this too." Melina said.

"Mother doesn't do that." The red snake knocked Melina's head.

"Have you spent more time with mother or have I spent more time with mother?" Melina said, "After the Night of the Black Knife, mother has been so irritable every day."

Messermo stopped talking. He was a little sad that he lost to his sister in terms of seniority in this matter.

Melina patted the red winged snake's head:

"But after the mission was taken away, do you know what I saw?"

"What?"

"The world that my mother expected is coming true, and this land is recovering its vitality." Melina said softly, "And I, who lost my mission - it's okay. After a period of decadence, my life is still the same, and I have found a new way to live. Maybe my mother took the blessing of the faded one for this - even without blessing and guidance, life can find its own way out."

Melina hammered Messermo's thin shoulder:

"Maybe now, whether it is blessing or mission collapse, it will no longer be on the road to destruction."

The brother and sister looked at each other with their one eye for a moment, and Messermo suddenly smiled: "I understand why Michaela asked you to convince me."

Messermo leaned against the side wall, looking at the shadow tree in the distance, the amber luster outlined the tree shadow. In the past, Messermo looked at the shadow tree and could only see the sadness of being abandoned. Now, he noticed the amber in the shadow tree, the dew drop luster like the red sun.

The red clouds filled the sky, and they would enter darkness with the expectation of tomorrow's brightness, and then welcome the sunrise.

The red clouds were replaced by a burst of magic light. At the edge of Messermo's sight, the red clouds there seemed to be dyed with magic blue.

Messermo shook his head and saw Laelana holding up a pyroxene sword. The magic flow extended and expanded along the sword, and the huge sword body seemed to smash the bridge.

"Your Highness, Kalia!" Laelana shouted, and the sword slammed down.

However, the magic looked bluffing, but when it really fell, it only reached Messermo's feet. Messermo took a step back in shock and dodged the sword.

He also knew that there was a second move to this move, and he saw the magic sword light slashing in the smoke.

Messermo raised his spear to block it, but found that it was not the magic blade that came, but Laelana herself flying over and slashing horizontally.

In the close combat, the smoke and dust of the magic power dissipated, revealing Laylana with her lips pursed and her eyes sparkling.

"What's wrong?" Messermo was at a loss, "Are you still angry? Didn't Lady Laylana convince you?"

"Nothing." Laylana released two swords, stood still, and had regained her composure. Her expression was as cold as the dark moon, looking at Melina beside her, "Who is this?"

"My sister." Messermo said.

Melina had a sour face and patted the dust that had just been raised on her body by the magic slash: "Hello."

The coldness on Laylana's face suddenly melted, and she was a little flustered: "Sister?"

Man Yue also walked behind her and whispered:

"People from Malika's family would not be taboo about this kind of thing. Logically speaking, Radagon can be considered Malika's family, so he is still involved with Malika."

Lelana's face froze again.

Messemer hadn't figured out the direction of the sword just now. He looked at Lelana's stiff face, thought for a long time, and said, "Your hand is healed."

"Yeah, okay..." Leilana also repeated the boring conversation.

Messermo held it in for a while and said:

"The new look looks great."

Messemer really noticed it and praised him so bluntly. Lelana lowered her head, tangled her fingers in her black hair, and didn't know how to respond.

Her eyes flickered back and forth between Messermo and Melina, while thinking about Man Yue's words in her mind, she became increasingly confused.

Melina looked to the side with a dead eye, curled her lips, and was a little impatient.

She stood between the two of them, raised her boots on tiptoe, pressed down on the heads of Messemer and Lelana, and then knocked them together, accurately cutting them together with their lips as the center.

After doing all this, Melina clapped her hands, turned around and waved to leave: "Let's go."

======

Melina returned to the main entrance hall of Shadow City and looked at the noisy people.

Wuming was telling the caravan employees about the desolation and terror of Shadow Land, as well as the opportunities and business opportunities that came with it.

Just as he was talking, a man in ragged clothes broke in from the front door, came to Wuming's side, grabbed a cup, and drank a few sips of water.

"Roger?" Wuming was surprised, "You're back."

Roger was out of breath:

"I was chased by D just now."

"We know." Wuming said.

"It was not easy to get away. I ran all the way to the cemetery plain," said Roger.

"The plains have such a wide view, isn't it easy to get rid of them?" Wuming handed Roger a piece of shrimp.

Roger smiled proudly:

"Isn't the cemetery plain a cliff? I pretended to jump and fell to my death."

"How did you do it?" Wuming was really interested now.

"Didn't I tell you before?" Two shining swords appeared in Roger's hand. "I know a little about rock climbing. I use swords to insert into rock crevices and hide in the recesses of the cliff. They can't be seen from above. I."

"High!" Wuming gave Roger a thumbs up.

Roger smiled and said: "After all, I am very good at lying."

"Teach me too." Wuming was very interested in rock climbing.

"Wait until I finish eating." Roger looked very hungry, so he picked up the scorpion soup and poured it into his stomach.

Roger said vaguely:

"Thanks to Mr. Ampach for helping me this time, where is he now?"

"His mission has been completed, and the Blood Dynasty has returned to life." Wuming said, "Did you see the Horned Man's large army when he came back? The Blood Dynasty seems to have joined forces with the Horned Man."

"That's really a pity." Roger sighed, "I don't want to be his enemy."

"Oh, by the way." Roger remembered something, "Colin is the mole, D has already told me."

"Ah..." Wuming was stunned.

"He has escaped?" Roger guessed after seeing Wuming's reaction.

"No, I already knew it." Wuming said, "It seems...I forgot about him."

Many days have passed since Colin was imprisoned, and he has never cared about Colin since then.

No one was delivering meals or manning the cells.

Wuming walked to the second floor with his hands behind his back, muttering:

"He won't die."

I looked through the small window and saw that he was not dead yet.

There was a faint smell in the room. In the corner of the room, there was Colin's urine that no one had cleaned. Because there is no food, there is no taste.

Colin himself was lying on the bed like a dead dog. The previous injuries on his head and eyes had festered and pus-filled, and thick water burst out from his eyes and forehead, dripping on the pillow. If he was not really blind before, now that he is injured like this, he seems to be really blind.

But he still maintained his praying gesture, opening and closing his mouth as if he was mumbling something.

"How to deal with this?" Wuming asked others' opinions.

"Throw it away," Patch said.

"Why do you sound like trash?" Wuming chatted with Patch, opened the door, took Colin's wheel shackles, and took him outside Shadow City.

"I suggest you go east and west." Wuming poked two places on Colin's body and pointed him in the direction. "If you go south, you will directly run into the Horned Army. Wish yourself luck."

Wuming was about to go back, but Colin grabbed him.

"Don't end the jihad." Colin said to Wuming with his rotten and black eyes, "I saw the dark abyss and the flames that melted the world."

"Sounds really dangerous." Wuming sighed, "I envy you guys for being able to see the future."

Wuming finished sighing and looked at Colin's miserable look:

"But this kind of talent is also a kind of tragedy. After seeing the future, you can't defy the future - by the way, those of you who can see the oracle can still see it even if you are blind."

"It just makes the guidance clearer," Colin said.

Wuming nodded and touched Colin's eyes. Golden light like the warm sun flashed through, wiping away the ulcers on Colin's eyes and forehead.

"The infection is gone. Whether your eyes can recover depends on your luck." Wuming said, "Perhaps it is best for people like you to open your eyes. If you always look at one thing, you will be biased. "

Wuming patted Colin on the shoulder: "Let's go."

After letting Colin go, Wuming returned to Shadow City.

The Horned Scholars are cooking scorpion soup in large quantities. As the inheritors of the intangible cultural heritage of the depository, the Horned Scholars are also proficient in making soup, and their impressive cooking skills have won unanimous praise from the caravan.

"I think today, when there are fewer and fewer dung beetles, this soup can replace the dung beetles." Gallie commented.

"Spicy, suitable for marching in the snowy mountains." Kaidan mercenary said.

Perfumers decided it had some medicinal value.

Wuming watched the horned scholars cooking and thought it was rare: "Aren't you usually assigned to Wengola to do research? Why are you so free today?"

"Wingo found someone else." The Horned Scholar said, "The perfumer of your caravan."

"The perfumer in our caravan is quite capable." Wuming said, and also took a cup of the Hornman Scholar's soup to taste.

"It feels a little different." Wuming said.

"It's different if you have a sense of taste." The employee on the side joked to the boss.

"I just don't have a sense of taste, but I can taste the effect." Wuming closed his eyes and tasted, "This seems... to increase energy, with turtle neck meat added?"

"Yes." said the horned scholar, "Although the main ingredient is still scorpion soup, different tribes have slightly different auxiliary ingredients. We scholars are also from different tribes, and the soup made by each of us has a different taste. So much the same.”

"This is the meaning of the existence of the Horned Man." Wuming sighed, while tasting the scorpion soup with different effects, while chatting with the Horned Man scholar.

"Your tower is so important, why can it be taken away?" Wuming asked the horn scholar.

"That's not because Malika betrayed us and sealed the tower with her shadow." The Horned Scholar said, "After she became a god, she sealed the door to godhood."

"Why don't you use the God's Gate yourself?" Wuming said, "Because you didn't expect Malika to betray you?"

"We used it," said the horned scholar.

"Used it?" Wuming was stunned.

"When you were walking in the Land of Shadows, didn't you see our land god?" the Horned Scholar said, sitting cross-legged and imitating the posture for Wuming.

Wuming recalled that he could indeed see some horned men sitting on stone platforms in the horned tribe. Those horned men are larger in size and have majestic horns on their heads.

"Wait, are those gods?" Wuming said, "I thought they were people doing ascetic cultivation."

"They are also people who practice hard work. Only those who can survive the hard work can become the God of the Earth." The horned scholar pointed at his head, "Without the experience of hard work, when you become a god, you will lose your mind instantly, and the spirit will be lost." You will be dominated by God and lose yourself.”

"Everyone is a god..." Wuming still couldn't imagine, "Isn't that horned man too powerful? How did you lose?"

"Our land gods are not as powerful as Malika." said the horned people scholar. "Every land god is a being who protects us. Different tribes of the horned people have different customs, but everyone lives in peace and thrives. Free development. As long as the land god can protect the village from the mountain owner and disasters, it will be fine."

The horned scholar showed a nostalgic look:

"At that time, during festivals and festivals, everyone would gather in front of the pagoda to watch the sacrificial performances of the mythical beasts and lion dances, singing, feasting, wrestling, and laughing..."

"Malika is different." The Horned Scholar said, "Her ambition is the entire border."

"It's just you - you can't do it." The nameless Hammer-Horned Man scholar's shoulder was mocking at the Horned Man.

"Malika is so strong because she gave enough sacrifices in that ritual. We need an earth god who is powerful enough to solve the common disaster."

"A common disaster?"

"Death." The horned scholar murmured softly, "Whether it is the golden tree or the tower, they are all pursuing the realm of immortality. Take life and death into your own hands."

I don’t understand Wuming very well, the Jiaoren scholar said:

"Malika is with the torture officer. Do you know about torture?"

"Punishment?" Wuming thought of Huoshan.

"The relationship between flesh and blood and gold." The Horned Man scholar said, "In the blood-red furnace, the essence of gold can be tempered - that is, runes. When the red is concentrated, it will turn into gold. This is from the essence of life. The technology of tempering gold in the furnace.”

The Horned Man scholar said: "The panacea, Golden Rune, with it, people can live forever, heal their wounds, and absorb the essence contained in it into their own power."

"Torture is tempering..." Wuming seemed to understand, "Wait a minute, that's why the horned man canned the wizard, right?"

"It's possible." The Horned Man scholar said, "But only the priests know the higher-level details. The priests have been almost extinct in the thousand-year war. Maybe we will never know the details of the ritual. We don't know the details of the torture officer either. What is the mission?”

Wuming thought for a while, then found Patch to ask him if he knew.

Patch answered bluntly:

"I don't know, don't ask me."

"Don't you live a long time? You should know that, right?" Wuming didn't believe it.

"I don't know what kind of twisted technology tree a bunch of primitive people clicked on." Patch said, "When we look at the same thing, we will have completely different understandings because of different perspectives. You don't stand in the other person's perspective. , will never be understood.”

Wuming was a little disappointed: "I thought you knew, but you don't even know why the horned man tormented the wizard."

"Oh, that, I made that up," Patch said.

"Huh? Made up?" Wuming's eyes widened. "You taught Andros a lesson with such vigor before, but it turned out to be made up?"

"Didn't you mainly want to suppress the Black Knights' momentum and let the peace talks continue?" Patch said, "They don't know the truth anyway, so just make it up. Anyway, what I said can't be considered wrong. Marika's people did cause a lot of trouble before."

"What is the truth?" Wuming became more and more curious.

Patch smiled: "There are many reasons for this kind of mess, and no one can exhaust all the reasons. Just like biological organisms, it is unreasonable to grow like that. It is ridiculous because no one can explain the cause clearly, but they believe it to be an unchangeable truth."

"You have to hide this matter well, don't let the Black Knights know." Wuming whispered.

"Don't worry, I know it." Patch said.

Wuming carefully observed and looked for the traces of the Black Knights.

But Andros, with a team of Black Knights, bypassed all kinds of filthy people in the hall, walked to Ge Fulei, and said something to the War King with a serious expression.

"What are you talking about?" Wuming knocked and kicked Patch.

A thread was connected to Patch, and he closed his eyes and listened, saying:

"Andros is asking Ge Fulei when the black sword Malicus will come."

"What did Lao Lu answer?" Wuming said.

"It's almost here." Patch said.

As soon as the voice fell, there was a commotion outside, probably some soldiers defending the city cheering.

The elevator outside slowly rose, and a golden-haired lion in armor slowly walked into the main hall.

The lion's beard and hair moved without wind, elegant and graceful, and his eyes were deep and turned smartly, showing wisdom.

The king's demeanor intimidated the hippopotamus and wild boars present and made them lie on the ground. The pony under Latan's crotch also wanted to kneel down, but floated up.

Quite a lot of people stood up and saluted the lion.

The wise man who guided the golden clan, the prime minister of the beast, the "beast king" Serloxiu.

Behind the lion, a beast hidden in the shadows made everyone present sweat.

Black Sword Malicus, Queen Marica's sworn brother, one of the top fighters of the Golden Tree. The nobles of the Golden Tree used to have nothing to do, and they liked to compare who was stronger, King Gefulei or Black Sword Malicus.

Unlike Gefulei, who was loved by people for his boldness and cheerfulness on the battlefield, Black Sword was a sharp blade that belonged to Queen Marica. People only knew about it through its terrifying battle records and titles.

It was like an executioner hidden in the shadows. When he appeared, he announced your death.

Many people present saw this mysterious strong man of the Golden Tree for the first time.

Following behind Serloshu, Black Sword Malicus revealed his true appearance.

Like Serloshu, it can be seen that it was a beast, walking on four legs.

The tattered coarse cloth covered the body. Under the rags, one could vaguely see sharp claws and wild white beard.

And a body that was as round and fat as a ball.

"This is... a general's belly, it must be a general's belly." Everyone looked at the bloated body under the rags of Black Sword, guessing that this was also a strong warrior like Ge Fulei, with muscles all over his body and full of strength.

Black Sword did not disappoint everyone's guess. He suddenly roared, and the beast roar with full energy blew up the wind in the hall. Everyone could feel the blood and violence of the ancient times from the beast roar.

The Black Knight immediately greeted him and knelt on one knee.

Seeing that Black Sword really came, Andros's heart that had been hanging for a long time finally let go.

With Black Sword present, the Black Knights were more or less balanced with the forces on the side of Messermo.

Andros knew Black Sword's record. As long as he did not agree to lift the seal, even a noble war king could not absolutely dominate the situation.

Black Sword Malicus has this kind of terrifying power that can turn the tables no matter what the situation is.

After roaring, Black Sword said in a hoarse, low, and magnetic voice:

"I'm hungry."

Hearing this, Wuming quickly handed over a shrimp, and seeing Black Sword's huge body, he handed over a crab.

Under the cloak, Black Sword's eyes could not be seen, but it seemed that Black Sword observed Wuming for a while.

Then there was another roar:

"I don't want to eat vegetables, I want to eat dead roots!"

Two splashes of water sprayed out from the position of the cloak's eyes, and listening to the tone of the words, it actually carried a lot of grievances.

Andros and Wuming were stunned and didn't react for a while.

Black Sword looked at Wuming still holding the crab in his hand, and immediately jumped up and jumped high into the air.

Then he fell on his back, rolled over, and cried loudly:

"I don't want vegetables, I want dead roots! I'm so hungry!"

The strong back muscles made him bounce up while rolling, and bounced twice on the ground.

"Hmm..." Wuming was a little difficult to judge, and turned to ask Andros, "What is dead root? Your boss's medicine?"

Andros was stunned: "You...what's wrong with you?"

Serosu looked at Malicus who was crying and making a fuss, and sighed:

"After the Black Knife Night, he went crazy. But wait, when he recovers, he can communicate normally."

"What's going on?" Wuming asked Seros, "What's the situation?"

"Too guilty, closed my heart." Seros said.

"Guilty?"

Serosu said: "Imagine that your sister asked you to take care of her child, but you neglected it, and your sister's child-died. How would you face your sister?"

Wuming nodded seriously, trying to imagine.

Patch translated for him: "Imagine that you entrusted the caravan to me, but when you come back, you find that I have ruined it for you and lost all your wealth."

Wuming took a breath:

"Then I will be furious. You must feel guilty. If you don't feel guilty, I will beat you to death."

Wuming asked Andros tentatively:

"Now that Black Sword is here, what is his opinion? Does he support us in unsealing the seal?"

Andros heard Wuming ask this, and he stepped forward and asked: "My lord, Messemo wants to unseal and arch the Tower of God. Hand over to the Horned Man. Excuse me, do you agree? What would Lady Marica think? "

"Marica..." When Black Sword heard the name, he stopped rolling around, repeated the name, and then burst into tears, "Marica... Sorry, sorry..."

Wuming looked at Black Sword, then at Andros:

"It seems that there is no objection."

"Lord Marica is just temporarily crazy, not without objection." Andros said, "You can wait a little longer until he returns to normal."

"When will he return to normal?" Wuming asked.

Andros was speechless.

"That's it." Wuming said, "The Horned Man won't wait that long, and a decision must be made as soon as possible."

"This is wrong." Andros said, "The Horned Man should be killed."

"This has been investigated and it can't be done." Wuming said, "The Horned Man's research on the soul has reached the point where the body is destroyed and the soul can be cursed. You can't kill them all."

"That's why you should use the furnace flame to purify their souls." Andros said. "Unfortunately, it won't work either." Wuming said, "The flame cannot completely purify, it will leave residue, that is, the resentful soul, the purer resentment and curse."

Andros wanted to say something, Wuming raised his hand to stop:

"That's it, I have given enough evidence. Don't just use obsession and impulse to oppose, think about it yourself."

To shut up Andros, Wuming looked at the still crying Black Sword:

"Who will make this Black Sword quiet down?"

"I'll do it." Michaela raised her hand and flicked a dark purple towards Black Sword.

The dark purple hit Black Sword, and it was just a thin mist that made several black knights beside Black Sword fall asleep on the spot.

But Black Sword was unmoved and continued to fight, and there was no effect.

"Torina, it really won't work." Michaela shook her head, "Can I use charm?"

"Then I'll do it." Wuming took out his staff and cast a circle of silent magic around Black Sword. No matter how he cried, no sound came out.

"Okay, keep playing music and dancing!" Wuming said.

In response to Wuming's words, gongs and drums roared, and horns sounded from the city wall.

"Is this... music?" Wuming was unsure.

"This is the attack of the Horned People." Andros didn't care about anything else, picked up the hammer, and called the Black Knight to the city wall.

Climbing up and looking, Andros's eyes became more solemn.

It was night, and it was unclear how many Horned People there were. One could only see the black tide rising and falling in the faint fire, and the Horned People's singing and war dance resounded throughout the battlefield.

It seemed that there were more people than the last time.

Andros was counting the number of people in each direction, and suddenly felt something moving under his feet, and jumped up quickly.

On the city wall, many spiral light columns appeared out of thin air, just at the feet of the Black Knights who were inspecting from a height. Many Black Knights were unable to dodge, some were pierced by the spiral on the spot, and some were thrown away and fell off the city wall.

Andros looked at the holy spiral in shock:

"Are the high-ranking priests of the Horned People still alive?"

On the city wall where the feast was just being held, spiral beams of light blossomed everywhere, and blood flowers immediately exploded on the feast.

"Horned Priests!" Andros roared to remind others, sweat dripping from his forehead, but with a smile on his lips, "The Horned People should launch a general attack this time."

There is no need to convince Ge Fulei anymore. Since the Horned People can't wait, they can start the war legitimately.

"Black Knight!" Andros raised the black iron hammer high, and the holy light spread from the hammer to the ground, making him extremely eye-catching.

"For Queen Marica, kill them all!"