When all speculations are corroborated by different clues, the so-called speculations are naturally infinitely close to reality. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The partial army of the Heather Empire was indeed hidden in Durmel, but the expeditionary force in charge of stationing did not defect to the enemy en masse, in fact, only one high-ranking army defected, and as a result, because of this one person, this expeditionary force was tragically attacked and destroyed.

This kind of thing happens every day on the battlefield, and in the middle of it, sometimes you never know if the person around you is your companion or an enemy.

After all, war is such a place where everything is done.

Sitting on the best army, the best intelligence officer, and the best staff, it is easy to annihilate this imperial army in one fell swoop, even if the commander of the army opposite is a strong man.

It took a lot of effort to kill this coach, which is enough to show the strength of the other party, and the more the war develops to the level of anxiety, the more such characters emerge.

Xia Lan has always wondered why such a character was unknown in the past, and why does he appear like a crucian carp crossing the river now? They were supposed to be the brightest light on the continent, but now they were dimmed and worthless.

Later, he thought of a sentence before he understood.

Heroes create the times, and the times make heroes.

Flipping through the books of history, it seems that every time Eldran was in turmoil, these characters would appear frequently, like countless shining stars in the night sky. And whenever the rivers and seas feast on the peaceful season, they will rein in their edge and isolate themselves from the world until the day when they can give full play to their talents.

Cleanly and neatly solving this partial army is like a common thing for Xia Lan, and the mood is not joyful, it may be that this kind of thing has experienced a lot of relationship. I don't know if all the victorious generals in history have similarities, never happy about victory, only angry at defeat.

The results after the interrogation of the captives were somewhat unsatisfactory, except for the diehards who shouted long live the empire to commit suicide, the rest of the greedy people who were afraid of death gave honest explanations, and it was their explanations that Xia Lan was disappointed by.

Because, he didn't get the substantive information he wanted from them.

For example, their follow-up plot to infiltrate the Gartavia Line.

It is said that this partial army acted completely in accordance with the commander's arbitrariness, there was no qualitative plan of action, and the secrecy was leaky, and the only one who knew the inside story was probably the commander of the army, but unfortunately he died under Xia Lan's sword.

"I don't feel right."

After cleaning the battlefield, Xia Lan and Berante stood on a section of wood and stone wall, looking at the orange sunset in the distance.

"Are you doubting the existence of this partial army?" The sharp-minded Berlant said.

"I don't deny that the success of this move of the Heather Empire can indeed cause us a lot of trouble, but I don't believe that the Heather Empire's plan will be so simple." Charland Road. "I think we seem to be overlooking something."

"Maybe it's not as complicated as you think." Berlante Road.

"It's not like what you say." Charland Road.

"The more complex the scheme, the more difficult it is to succeed, and unless you can accurately estimate each link, if one step goes wrong, it will inevitably lead to a situation where the success is lost." Berlant calmly dissected.

"Don't forget who our opponent is, to say a demoralizing word, assuming that the Heather Empire really has a conspiracy this time, we may really be kept in the dark without enough clues to provide." Charland Road.

"With your current position, it shouldn't be difficult for you to get some confidential information from the Templars, haven't you found any problems here?" Berlante Road.

"It's because I don't have that I'm worried." Charland Road.

Turning his back and looking at the makeshift camp that had been gradually erected under the city walls, there was not the slightest worry on his indifferent face, only a glimmer of light in his deep eyes.

"The Gartavia Line is our last line of defense, if the Heather Empire really has a way to crack this turtle shell, I'm afraid that the end of the mountain will be difficult to escape from the city."

"I seem to hear despair in your words." Berlant said calmly.

"Because I've been slow to see the Templars fight back, how can it not be desperate to sit back and wait for death." Charland Road. "No matter how hard the shield is, there will always be a day when it will be broken."

"After all, these are just worldly forces, and it is the driving forces behind each other that ultimately determine the outcome of the game." Berlante Road. "If none of the people above are in despair, why should we bother with their hearts?"

"That's right." Xia Lan smiled: "Win the battle we deserve, let them worry about the rest." ”

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Mountains and forests and wind, moonlight and insects.

This long night, Xia Lan suddenly lost the interest in sleeping, he sat quietly in the commander's tent, looking at the brazier burning in the corner in a daze, I don't know if the environment in the dead of night is particularly easy to make people think crankily, and the wandering thoughts will always inexplicably recall some people and certain things.

In the past three years, he has gone from obscurity to brilliance, from a Templar to a candidate for the Holy Son, and even his own strength has steadily stepped into the realm of the law, and the overall process can be described as smooth sailing.

This is a very proud thing for him, but who can do it if he is someone else?

But the more this happened, the more he was in a trance.

He had never been a man of this world, but now he seemed to be part of the history of this world.

There is an invisible thread in the shadows that begins to manipulate his fate, just like the characters in the game, and the end is already predestined.

At this time, he remembered the conversation he had with Joshua when he was in the Holy Land of Sarania.

Whether or not, everything in front of you is the result of being deliberately guided.

The line between the real and the unreal has never been so blurred.

"Do you think about the past?"

Seeing that the lights were still on in the commander's tent, and the figures in it could be faintly seen, Berante opened the curtain and saw Xia Lan contemplatively in front of the table.

"No, I'm thinking about something else." Xia Lan came back to his senses, stared at the other party and said, "Berante, I want to know if you have felt a trace of abnormal thoughts about this world until now?" ”

"I don't understand what you're trying to say." Berlante Road.

"Literally." Charland Road:

"Perhaps, yes." Berlant was silent for a long time.

"For example?" Charland Road.

"From the first time I saw you, I felt a sense of disobedience." Berlante Road.

"Disobedience?" Xia Lan's eyelids jumped.

"Yes." Berlant looked at Xia Lan deeply and said, "I can't tell you how you feel, but a voice seems to be subconsciously telling me that the sense of incompatibility you show on your body is not like a person from this world." ”

"Hehe, if I am not from this world, then, which world will I be?" Charland Road.

"You know what? A long time ago, a group of people wondered if there was another world besides Eldrán, so this group left Eldran to pursue the answer. Berlant said suddenly.

"And then?" Xia Lan asked.

"Not later, because the group left Eldran and never came back." Berlante Road.

"Why didn't I ever know there was such a group?" Xia Lan frowned.

"Because only a few people know about it, and I'm one of them." Berlante Road.

"It's not easy to think about your identity." Charland Road.

"Yes, and no one ever cared who I was in the past." Berlant said calmly.

"Do you know who this group is?" Xia Lan asked again.

"Pope Luger III, who mysteriously disappeared in the Silver Age, the contemporary Witch Throne of the Pale Song, the contemporary blind lady of the Forest of Stars...... Unexpectedly, Berlant then gave Xia Lan an incredible answer. At that time, almost all the heads of the major powers in Elderland joined the ranks of this exploration. ”

"Whoever subverts the fangs is no exception?" Xia Lan was shocked.

"Yes, it's hard to imagine, is it?" Belan nodded his head.

"Hehe... Hehe...... It seems that I am really lonely. Xia Lan laughed to herself.

"About half a year after they left, a major event occurred in Elderland...... "Berlant said meaningfully.

"The prologue to the Age of Natural Disasters?" Xia Lan blurted out with a glare.

"That's right!" Berlant said solemnly: "With such a coincidence, don't you think there is any strange connection between the two?" ”

"Could it be that the advent of the Age of Natural Disasters was brought about by this group of people?" Charland Road.

"Quite possibly." Berlante Road. "At least that's what they surmised from the historical documents recorded by their ancestors."

"Your ancestors?" Xia Lan asked a very private question.

"Let me tell you that our ancestors have always been the chroniclers of Elderland's history." Berlante Road.

"I see." Xia Lan said silently.

The Warden of Eldran, a group of historical historians born in the Age of the Gods, is said to be one of the most mysterious and long-term escapist organizations, and it is inherited from the situation of the family, and the mission of this group of people is to record the historical changes of Elderan from ancient times to the present.

"Did your ancestors write down the specific speculations of the time?"

"Of course, moreover, the content of their speculation is too terrifying, I am afraid that anyone who has heard it will think that it is a fantasy." Berlante Road.

"Can you tell me about it?" Charland Road.

"Yes, but I want you to forget about it." Berlante Road.

With Xia Lan's nod, Berante slowly told the little-known history.

"The world is a cage, we are all people in the cage, and there are people outside the cage."

"The so-called cage outsider is just a term, because no one knows what a cage outsider is."

"And those of us in the cage are all species created by the cage outsiders, and everything has already been doomed by the cage outsiders, whether it is from the ideology, will or historical pattern." (To be continued.) )