Some people are beginning to miss the war, while others want to stay away from it all. "Fate" looked at the fog in the distance and frowned, he still didn't understand why things had become so tricky.

As a member of a military family, he was surrounded by everything related to military affairs from the beginning of his life. From birth gifts to bar mitzvahs, everything is about war. Even marriage is like this, and the two military families are united for various reasons.

Unfortunately, the advantages brought by the combination of vertical and horizontal only lasted for more than 20 years. The sudden rise of the Northland people swept away the advantages accumulated by the family. The military defeat can no longer be described as a fiasco, it would be more accurate to say - uprooting.

It's just that whether it is out of political necessity or a lost face, the external saying has always been: brave people fight to the death, and in the end no one survives.

But the world is impermanent, and the Northlanders, who have always been decisive in killing, have relented. They took in the captives and used them against them.

The family sent their immediate troops to set up layers of checkpoints beyond the mountains west of Yong'an City. As a result, they were reduced to pieces by the group of prisoners and bypassed, setting off a bloody storm in the rear of the troops.

No one would have imagined that this group of surrendered prisoners could cause such great damage, and he had only seen the gesture of forgetting their lives and death in true warriors, but he never classified this group of hostile prisoners as warriors. If he had to describe it, he thought it would be more appropriate for him to be a group of madmen fighting bloody battles chanting the unfamiliar name of false gods.

The direct damage to the army was not great, and it was the ordinary people who suffered heavy casualties, as well as the convoys and porters of logistics and transportation. The damage caused by the captives grew, and the number of people who saw them increased, and the matter could no longer be hidden. The name of the group of captive cannibals was finally made known, and the prestige and status of the family plummeted.

The battle against the cannibals continued throughout the winter. During this period, Yong'an City had no intention of sending troops to support. Those people stayed in Yong'an City and did something unexpected—preaching.

A group of black-robed men began to harass the remaining residents of the neighborhood. Taking advantage of the opportunity, the army's spies also infiltrated the city. Yong'an City is still a demon city, and there are no northerners in the city. It's just that it's no longer people who rule here, but ethereal gods. Those who were once a tribesman exercised God's authority with humility.

Fatt did not believe in God, at least not really believing. Although the family also worships an ancestor or god who has long since lost his name. A monster with two more hands than the elite people.

The funny thing is that when you grow your first pair of deputies, all of them offer sincere blessings. And if there is really a sign of a second pair of deputies, then all that awaits you is death. People don't need a false god to blaspheme their ancestors, that's a statement that everyone can accept.

The loss of a few unlucky people who died without a place to bury was in exchange for the stability of the family and the stability of the overall situation. And as the family grew, Fate's reverence for the so-called ancestors gradually lost. If you really had a spirit, I am afraid that the punishment would have been sent down long ago. But as the cannibal shouted the name of the gods, he suddenly realized that it was not a good thing to have the comfort of the gods.

The gods are still hearsay to Fate. He preferred to believe that it was the result of the Northlanders' all-out efforts rather than the alarmist rumors of some gods. But the military education he received since childhood has deepened his doubts, and if it were not for the gods, then many things would not make sense at all.

Although the soldiers' losses in battle were not large, after the battle, the morale of his subordinates was already low and they had lost the will to fight. Even he didn't want to fight anymore, especially when he trapped the last cannibals to death, and those people ignored his persuasions and promises. They shouted frantically, ready to sacrifice to the gods with their own, the blood of their rivals, and they firmly believed that the gods would come at the last moment.

Fat's faith was still skeptical, but his men did. In his hesitation, he received a message from his family.

The war ruined the family, but it also gave the family a chance to save itself. The fog on the West Coast gave the family an excuse to divert their attention and buy them some respite.

Before discovering the secrets hidden by the Northlanders, the family decided not to be entangled with the Northlands anymore. Whoever wants to prove the incompetence of the family, let them prove it, let them take their own army to fight the Northlanders.

But apart from the accusations, no one really jumped out to find trouble with the Northlanders, and no one dared to take over the mess left by the family.

Far from the mountains outside Yong'an, Fate could not escape the quagmire of war. He ran from the relatively dry northern mountains to the cold, damp west coast, facing a deepening fog.

The fog seems to have stopped expanding, but the reality is not. It may be that the territory occupied is too large, so the need for expansion is also increasing exponentially, and the speed of expansion has become extremely slow.

But day after day, this slow expansion creates tremendous pressure. Several unbreathable generals rushed into the thick fog with loyal soldiers, but suffered heavy losses.

Several wizards with the ability to control the wind were gathered, but they were helpless against this large area of dense fog. You blow a little open of a portion of the area, but you blow them from side to side with minimal impact on the overall outcome of the battle. And the wizard's rewards were frustrating, and the fog was clearly magical.

The process of the wizard blowing through the fog inevitably leads to a magical confrontation, which greatly increases the cost of mana, so it cannot last long.

Feeling the breeze coming from the sea, Fate was also depressed. This is a good time for the fog to spread to land, and when the winter winds whistle down from the north, the fog will retract under the pressure of the cold winds, but winter is really not suitable for fighting.

The demons need a storm, but the seaside usually comes with a torrential rain. When the wind and rain pass, the moist water vapor brings great convenience to the formation of dense fog.

Fateh had always suspected that the fog in front of him seemed to have something to do with the Northlanders, but he couldn't figure out why. The Northlanders suddenly stopped their attack with absolute superiority, as if to give them the energy to deal with the thick fog.

Some time ago, the dense fog suddenly surged across the whole line and retreated, and Fateh thought that a big change was about to happen, and the entire defense line was also on alert. But the fog soon calmed down, until the Hosaku of Yong'an City sent a letter.

On that day, the idol in Yong'an City reacted, and countless souls appeared on the body of the god of the night......