The night was like a shadow, the wind was wafting with the water vapor blowing on the surface of the river, and after a rapid journey in the middle of the night, the fat man finally reached the defense line of the Byan River, and the Black Forest coalition camp below was still unaware of the impending danger,

"Come on, take Ebony for tomorrow! Let's have another drink."

The camp was crowded, all kinds of noise came and went, everyone was celebrating, the faces of the patriarchs were full of excitement, and they kept raising their wine glasses and pouring them down, even the punk patriarch Punk Pasteur, who had always been steady, was irresistible, and was poured more than a dozen glasses of Mai Pi wine by the patriarchs of various tribes in turn, with wheat bubbles floating at the corners of their mouths, and a pair of drunken eyes full of red bloodshots

Different from his excited expression, Ferrantil, who was sitting next to him, had an increasingly ugly face, and as the banquet entered the climax, Ferrantir was not able to drink because of the injuries on his body.

And the unscrupulous remarks of those drunken patriarchs made him feel very harsh, especially when talking about the last battle of Ebonyto, which made him feel like a pins and needles, and every word was like a whip, whipped his arrogant self-esteem,

"I'm not feeling well......" Ferrantir, who was sitting next to Punk Pasteur, finally stood up with a grim face and said, his five fingers were already slightly white because he had clenched too hard

Ferrantir staggered to his feet, making preparations to leave the table angrily, and several patriarchs who felt speechless hurriedly got up and persuaded him, "Don't be angry, everyone has drunk too much, don't take it to heart!" But Ferrantir's insistent attitude made the atmosphere of the banquet suddenly embarrassing

"I really don't know how to lift!" Punk Pasteur looked at Ferrantir's back, and a trace of coldness flashed in his drunken eyes, "This person, after all, is not from the Black Forest" Thinking of this, his expression also seemed a little indifferent

The main reason why he relied on Ferrantir before was that he wanted to use his identity and wisdom to help him defeat his biggest opponents in the Black Forest, the Sukhs. Ferrantir did not live up to his hopes, in just half a month, he used both soft and hard to buy off the second elder of the Sukh tribe, Kasa, and used his hand to poison the great elder of the Suk tribe with chronic poison, so that the power of the Suke Bailing, who had not yet become the patriarch, was hollowed out, and forced the inexperienced Suke Bailing to take the initiative to ask to unite with the Punk tribe.

If it weren't for the accident that night, the Punks might have already taken the opportunity of Su Ke Bailing's murder, plus there was a second elder Kasa inside. It is completely possible to annex the entire Sukh clan without much effort, but unfortunately the plan was disrupted by a mysterious figure who suddenly appeared, not only got rid of Suk Bailing, but also took in his own son, which made Punk Pasteur feel very dissatisfied,

But on the other hand, Ferrantir, as a descendant of the prophet, threw out the news that there was a prophetic treasure in Ulanto. Sure enough, it was immediately supported by other tribes in the Black Forest, and such a method had to arouse the vigilance of the punk Pasteur,

This Ferrantil's ability is too good,

The blood of the prophet is vividly embodied in him. And his nature is the kind of ruthless person who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, such a person can be a sword against the enemy, and he can also become his own henchman.

"In that case, please take care of yourself!, come, send the military division down to rest!" punk Pasteur shouted to the side with his tongue wide open. It seems that he did not know that these ugly words hurt his own military,

Several Punk minions approached

"No need, I can still walk by myself!" Ferrantir stood up indignantly, Pasteur's attitude made him feel very angry, everyone could see that he said that being uncomfortable was just a way to express dissatisfaction, but unfortunately his way of doing so, it was obvious that Pasteur automatically ignored that he had worked so hard to help the Punk race ascend to the throne of the first tribe in the Black Forest in one fell swoop, and the reward he got was just such an attitude?

With his departure, the patriarchs began to appear more careless, anyway, the people who can appear here now are all natives of the Black Forest, and this black-robed man is obviously an outsider,

The Black Forest has been able to exist independently for hundreds of years, and its external exclusion has always been obvious, otherwise it would not have become an extremely dangerous and terrifying place in the population of Salander, just looking at the punk Pasteur who values this person very much,

The patriarchs of the various clans are respectful on the face, but that is only on the face, in their traditional critical eyes, this black robe is an ominous sign, and some people even call him "ominous crow" in private, "What a nasty fellow, if it weren't for the patriarch Pasteur to take him in, I don't know where he would be wandering now!?" said a drunken patriarch in an excited tone

"Who says it's not, it's just an outsider!I don't know what qualifications are there to sit here!" Another patriarch chimed in, because he had been wearing a black robe, giving people an unfathomable look, thinking of the ambush that wiped out the three thousand Sukh hunters during the day, it was from this person's handwriting, the patriarchs of all clans have always been more afraid of this person than they liked, seeing his slightly lonely figure in the crowd in the distance at the end, the look on his face was more of a disdain, "Cheers, for victory!" There were drunken shouts everywhere, officers wandering around with wine glasses, and soldiers who were drunk on the ground, and what was completely incompatible with these lively atmospheres was Ferrantil's black robe, he walked between the barracks, surrounded by people, but he felt extremely lonely, although the whole camp was brightly lit, but the soldiers deliberately ignored his existence,

This is mainly due to the fact that his black robe with a strong sense of mystery and ominousness always gives people a feeling that is difficult to decipher, like an invisible fog, shrouded in this mysterious black robe, and everyone is subconsciously avoiding him, "It's ridiculous, I am an ominous person outside, and in the Black Forest, I am still an ominous person! Could it be that the blood of the prophet has fallen to such a situation?" Ferrantir smiled wryly at the corners of his mouth, his lonely figure standing in a corner of the camp, holding a wine glass, silently staring at the celebratory crowd, his eyes showing loneliness. No one talked to him. All the Black Foresters warily distanced themselves from him, their eyes wary.

Occasionally, some noisy drunkards approached to talk to this strange fellow, and when they saw him in a black robe, they immediately stopped, and turned around as if they had seen a ghost. Loud crowds, food, music, wine、...... This qiē has nothing to do with him. It's a world that doesn't belong to him.

This is the celebration of the victors, and he is a failure. No matter how much you confess your loyalty in the words of these people, you do not belong to the Black Forest.

"It's hilarious, isn't it?"

A figure walked over from the shadows next to him and raised the glass in his hand to him, "It's you!" Ferrantil's face was slightly stunned, his pupils contracted slightly, he remembered that this person was called Duane Twistcas. The patriarch of the Dures tribe, at the banquet just now, was the one who deliberately forced him to ask about the treasure of the prophet of Ferran, forcing the punk Pasteur to throw himself out to stabilize the hearts of the various patriarchs, which is equivalent to revealing the news of his presence in the punk tribe to everyone, and the sequelae brought by it are not troublesome. Is this man a friend or foe?" Ferrantir frowned slightly, and his heart lifted suddenly.

"Why don't you have a drink, tomorrow you can enter the ebony of longing for the twilight!" Duane Newcas said with a calm expression, his eyes flashing like flames, "Your Excellency Ferrantil, I am not wrong with this title!" "You are not the same, the promise given to the nobles will soon be honored!" Ferrantir replied with a cold expression. The Dures are ranked sixth in the Black Forest, and this Duane Twistas is also known as one of the best patriarchs of the Dures.

It is said that he has only been the patriarch for four years, and he has already made the formerly unknown Dures clan stand out from the tribes of the Black Forest. There were faint signs of up-and-comers, and four years ago, the whereabouts of the Duane Twist Patriarch had never been mentioned. The reason for agreeing to send troops this time is for a piece of mountain land bordering Umuto, the location of that mountain is not very good, and it is basically a wasteland that is difficult to cultivate, so Ferrantir has always been skeptical about the Dures tribe using this as an excuse to join the coalition, but one more alliance is better than one more enemy,

"Hehe, each other, but for the treasure of the prophet, our clan is not completely without a little idea!" Sensing the unkindness from Ferrantir, Duane twisted the corners of Cas's mouth and smiled, disapproving at Ferrantir's coldness, and smiled

"At least I know that it is impossible for Emuto to have any prophetic treasures, so if you capture Emuto tomorrow, if you don't find the so-called treasure, it will not necessarily be a very pleasant thing for Your Excellency" "Why do you think that? Everyone knows that the prophet was exiled with the Holy Maiden of Umuto, and if the place where the prophet's bones are buried is there, the greatest possibility must be the city of Umuto built by the Holy Maiden!" "Haha, what a naïve idea!" Duane twisted the corners of Cass's mouth and pursed disdainfully, and said with a shiny gaze. Although Your Excellency is a direct descendant of the Prophet, when the Prophet was exiled, his pregnant wife was pardoned by the royal family because she was a high nobleman of Salander, so it is completely forgivable that I don't know anything about the Prophet's last years.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know this?"

Ferrantir's body shook slightly, and his eyes looked at Duane Twist Cass with a leisurely look in disbelief, many of the events of Prophet Ferran have been deliberately worn out by the later Sky Temple for hundreds of years, and even his direct descendant is only from the content passed down from his ancestors, and he learned that when Prophet Ferran was banished, his wife was pardoned because of her status as a nobleman of Salander,

And as for the whereabouts of the prophet after his exile, even his direct descendants do not know,

The reason why he believed that he was in Umuto was because, according to family rumors, he was exiled at that time, and there was also the Sky Saintess Eumuto, who had a firm attitude of trust in the prophet and insisted on not wanting to change his original intentions, "My name is Duane Newcas!

"You are a descendant of the Holy Maiden!" Ferrantir was speechless for a moment of shock

"Okay, I don't have much time, I'm just here to tell you, get out of here immediately" Duane Twist Cass said with a solemn expression, "Because your stupid self-righteous attack has angered a person who shouldn't be provoked, this is the civil strife of the Black Forest, let them bear it themselves, you are not from the Black Forest." There's no need to get involved!"

"You mean the Imperial Army?" Ferrantir laughed dumbly, his voice paused, and he said affirmatively, "No way, even if the news of the war reaches the Imperial Army, it will take at least 5 days plus the time for them to gather troops, and by then, the dust has already settled."

"So what? Can you hold Umuto in front of an army of 100,000 Empire?" said Duane Twistas at last admonishment, "or like old Pasteur, who was bewitched by lust, and incite the other races to fight against the Empire?" Even if everyone in the Black Forest is mobilized, they will not be able to win this battle with a huge disparity in strength!"

"Hehe, I never said I was going to guard Ebonto!"

To his surprise, Ferrantir sneered at the corner of his mouth. said, "The reason why I insisted on going to Umuto was just for an answer, which is very important to my Ferran family."

"What's the answer?" asked Duane Twistcas, surprised

Ferrantir raised his head, looked at the sky with solemn eyes, and was silent for a while before saying, "For hundreds of years, outsiders have thought that my Ferran family is very beautiful. In fact, there are a few people who know that we have endured humiliation and burden, and we seem to have infinite scenery, but in fact, we have been secretly suppressed by the royal family and the temple. The heirs of each generation did not live past the age of thirty, and either died suddenly by poison or died miserably by madness,

This is what the prophet of light Phelan left us to bequeath like a star. But they let their descendants live in hell, and the royal family and the temple have never given up their surveillance of the Phelan family, and they are afraid that the descendants of the prophet Phelan will detect something from the family records.

I don't understand why, why the prophet who led the Salanders in the struggle for the light in the first place ended up bringing such a miserable result to his descendants! For this reason, I even put down my status as a descendant of the prophet and joined the temple as a lowly priest, so that I could know the truth of history from the temple's canonical records, but unfortunately, all I got was some truth that had been tampered with by the temple."

"It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Ferrantir said with a hideous expression, exuding a strong hatred all over his body, "but for our family, this is indeed extremely heavy, and what has weighed on us since birth,

I once had three older brothers, all of whom were imprisoned by the Temple for various reasons for their efforts to find the truth, and the last one died.

Their greatest wish before dying is to know what kind of person the real Patriarch of Ferran is.

With their blood and lives, they stole a royal secret file, which recorded one thing, in the underground of the city of Ebonyto, there is a temple of saints! That is why the royal family has always wanted to destroy Miè Emuto, "Again, there is the answer I want to know!" Ferrantil's voice stopped, and if he could see through the hood that covered his face, he would see two lines of crystal clear tears flowing down his white cheeks,

"Just for this, are you going to drag tens of thousands of Black Foresters into the water?" Duane Twist looked strange, his voice stopped, and said, "Actually, there is nothing there, just the ruins of an empty palace, the real thing, with the civil strife of the Sukh tribe, has been burned down a long time ago, you are so deliberate about what you want to know, I am afraid that you will be very disappointed......"

"But there's still a complete statue of the Prophet there, isn't it?"

Ferrantir interrupted him suddenly, his hands clenched into fists, and his eyes were blood-red and he said sharply, "That's enough, I am the last descendant of the Ferran family, and I came with the countless souls of the Ferran family for hundreds of years,

Just like the black robe on my body, since I have entered hell, I have no intention of getting out of the Black Forest alive, even if I die, I have to question the guy who brought disaster to all the descendants, why, why is this happening!" "Why do you bother" Duane shook his head, as a descendant of the first generation of saints, he didn't expect the history of the Ferran family to be so bloody, compared to the banished descendants of the saints, at least the Dures clan can still have a certain amount of freedom "Since I have taken ninety-nine steps, I will not give up the last step!" Ferrantir said with a resolute expression, "Okay, go to your temple of the Holy Maiden!" Duane Newcas looked at him with a solemn face, took out a small square buckle from his arms, and threw it to Ferrantir, "This is the key to the temple of the Holy Maiden, in fact, there is really nothing there, if there is, then there is only a howling cold wind that can't answer you, good luck!" "What about you." Aren't you going to Ebonto?" Ferrangel unexpectedly caught the square buckle that had been thrown over. Glancing at it, there were a few strange numbers written on it, like some kind of password "I'm leaving!" Duane Twist took a deep breath and said, "Like I just said, your attack has alarmed the Falcon Army, if I am not miscalculated, the Falcon Army should have detected your plan to attack Ebonto!"

Duancaws looked at the rolling river not far away, and said, "I don't want to get involved in this trouble, I can't turn back after crossing the Byan River, I have ordered my men to set off and return." The reason why I came to see you is just because of a wish of the first saint!"

"What wish?" Ferrantir's turn was surprised this time, "nothing...... It's just a grudge between two rivals!" Duane twisted the corners of Cass's mouth and smiled bitterly, shrugged his shoulders helplessly, and didn't say anything, but the look on his face already showed a qiē, "It turns out that the saint is also a woman!" Ferrantir laughed in understanding, he finally knew. Why has Duane Twist Cass been targeting himself before, what is this?" Seemingly quite emotional, but also a little embarrassed, he turned away and disappeared into the noisy crowd in the distance

"yes. It's time for hundreds of years of resentment to come to an end!" Ferrantir looked at the sky in the distance, and the sky was full of stars. The deep sky. It seems that it will never be possible to see through, hundreds of years ago, the same starry sky was covered over the heads of the ancestors. The vicissitudes of the world, but in the blink of an eye, there is no eternal immortal. The only thing that can remain eternal is the starlight above the head at this moment, and human beings have always looked forward to eternity, which is the latent desire of human beings.

Perhaps, it is precisely because of the realization of one's own shortness that mankind hopes to create a career that can be passed down after birth! Famous monarchs and heroes have created glorious dynasties that have been inherited for hundreds of years, and heroes have done great things to write down their names, but what is left by their ancestors?

"It's a lively sight!"

Someone let out a sigh of emotion, in the forest not far away, the fat man stared at the brightly lit camp of the Black Forest rebels below, and the hand holding the reins of the horse tightened, and sure enough, as he expected, the Black Forest rebels who had won the victory on the Byan River had completely lost the most due vigilance, and there was nothing to be guarded against, the Sukh huntsmen who worried the coalition the most had all been annihilated, and the entrance to the great oasis Bion had fallen into his hands,

On the side of Emuto, it must be chaos at the moment, in order to avoid the advance of the coalition army, he is evacuating from Emuto in a panic.

The current Black Forest coalition army is already very optimistic that tomorrow the coalition army will be able to reach the city of Umuto, the main force of the Sukh tribe was annihilated by a battle, the future is bright, and the Umuto, who has no resistance power, is waving enthusiastically,

In just a few days, you can get a large sum of Suke's treasure, no matter how you look at it, it is a very cost-effective thing, but unfortunately, your footsteps have come to an end here!" Facing the lonely cold moonlight above his head, the fat man's eyes flashed with determination,

His fingers moved to the hilt of the knife at his waist, and with a crisp knife draw, the flashing light blue Samar sword was raised high against the moonlight,

At this moment, the moonlight, which was as cold as water, seemed to be covered with a faint layer of red, which was a sign of wind, and as the blue light fell, the earth shook slightly, and countless black shadows surged out of the dense forest like arrows

"Kill!" Like a ghost suddenly appearing in the dark night, the ground roared as the attack queue composed of seven thousand falcon cavalry stepped on, and as countless cavalry spears were erected, the gloomy and pitch-black cavalry wings stretched out quickly and silently, and the dry and piercing sound of horses' hooves rolled like thunder, like a whirlwind crashing into the camp below, sweeping and destroying something that stood in front of it

The fences, tents, houses, and men and horses of the Black Forest coalition army crumbled like paper paste, and the Black Forest soldiers who fled for their lives let out a cry of death, and were swept under the hooves of the horses by this torrent of steel

Finally, the chapter of the Black Forest is finally over...... It's too hard to write (to be continued.) )