Outside the city.

The shirtless man sat cross-legged, his eyes closed, and stretched out a hand to grasp the giant axe erected in front of him, and the muscles of his whole body bulged and tensed, showing the strong lines of a boulder. His posture is solid, but it gives the illusion that he may explode at any time. The surging power flowed through his vast skeleton, and he was able to move easily between the extreme and the static.

"Click", "click", monotonous footsteps sounded, and an old man in a black robe walked up to the man with a torch. "Your Divine Envoy, your momentary hesitation has led to a terrible sacrifice. Sekcab couldn't have kept Ravenston's army pinned down on the Vaal Snow for long. The longer it drags on, the lower our odds will be, give the order to attack. ”

"Meldere, I know you instigated her, so if you keep out of the way like this, I'll tear your throat apart with my own hands." The man's eyes were still closed, his head turned, and his eye sockets were aimed at where the old man was. There was a chill in his voice that was even more chilling than the wind.

Undeterred by the man's threat, Meldra planted his torch on the ground, took a few steps back, and humbly distanced himself from the man. "The Sisters of Hell alone would pose no threat to 'the One' - may its soul return to the Misty Mountains - but I didn't expect the other to have such energy. My cawoe had been tracking their tracks, but when the moon rose to the top of the sky, it didn't even dare to appear in the young man's field of vision. The old man stared at the man silently, "My lord, there are only a handful of beings in the Pander continent who can make the caven react in this way, and apart from the demigods, the only ones I know are the messenger of Vijovis, that is, you and 'the one', the murderer and the wolf of the pack. He was silent for a moment, "My lord, who is that young man?" ”

The man didn't answer at the first time, his head turned back, his face turned in the direction of Boinbru, his expression became more and more solemn, the fingers holding the handle of the axe slowly tightened, the green tendons under the cortex were tensed one by one, and then one by one hidden, for a moment he seemed to jump up from the snow, but at the moment when he was about to move, he pressed hard, and then his whole body ushered in a brief relaxation, and then he turned his head to "look" at Meldre. "With your strategy, why don't you deduce it yourself?" He asked rhetorically in a mocking tone.

"It is useless to deduce it, and what is gone will eventually pass away. But since this is an adult's request, I have to obey my fate. Meldrey whispered, "Just as a super-first-class martial artist can only be counterbalanced by another super-first-class martial artist, an oracle can only be killed by another oracle." To be able to kill 'that one', that young man is, of course, the messenger appointed by the God of Archers. Your Excellency, you should go with 'the other', and you should continue the siege of the city when you reach Poimbro today. Even Urwitt's oracle could not save Poynbru in the face of absolute disparity in military power. ”

"According to the Pande, or as you say, the order is forbidden. I have given the order to attack at dawn today, and I have no intention of changing it until now. And you've been trying to get me to attack. What do you want to do, Meldere? ”

"No, what do you want to do?" The old man suddenly became excited, "You deterred before the finish line and gave a stupid, even fatal, order!" Just one step away! With only one step to capture, the army will be able to sustain itself by capturing Poimburu, and then use this city as a base, with my help, you can easily crush the lately overwhelmed Livingston army! The Misty Mountain tribes will rule the North, and the bones of the Livingston will surround you as king! ”

"Is that what you think, Meldre?" The man said, "Why can't I see the picture you painted?" ”

The old man's passionate tone stopped abruptly, and he was silent for a long time, the corners of his black robe churning in the wind. "My lord, between you and me, we have different beliefs and different identities. You are the Messenger of Venerability, the Patron of the Misty Mountains who shares his authority and power with you; And I am only a lowly servant of the Goddess, and all I can rely on is knowledge and experience. I can't listen to God's guidance all the time like you do. Therefore I beg you to give me some of your vision, just as you have given your strength to Secab. ”

"She's gone." The man said.

"It doesn't make any difference, it's just that you have to pay a little more." The old man placed the wooden bowl and blade in front of the man, "I am going to perform another ceremony, this time, please make me the new Wolf of Omens." With all due respect, my lord, you are too lazy, war is not a protracted hunt, and there is no room to play with the prey. ”

The man was silent in the face of Meldere's harsh rebuke, and he finally opened his eyes, looking at Meldrey with a more cold and distant gaze than ever. "You're just prey."

Meldrey was stunned, and before he could grasp the deep meaning of the man's words, the air around him showed abnormal fluctuations. The flames of the torches swayed violently, and a violent whistling sound fell from the sky, enveloping the place where the old man stood in a sharp turbulence. The wind cut through his body, and the fragments of the black robe flew in all directions like black butterflies. The man stood up, took two steps back, and watched quietly, without interfering. He was still a little close, or maybe the wind pressure was too strong, and a few bloody cuts were cut out of his chest, which healed immediately.

The strong wind stopped, and Meldra fell to the ground, and under the shattered black robe was a body like rotten wood, and deep openings crisscrossed it, as if he had been slashed a hundred times in an instant, but there was not a trace of blood flowing out of the wound. There was not a single scream from the beginning to the end, and the old man was battered, losing all his life, but still able to move. There was a muffled grunt in his mouth, and his thin and lifeless body began to swell, the joints creaked, and two hideous protrusions appeared on his back, breaking through the shackles of flesh and blood between the whiskers, and stretching out behind the old man's back—it was actually a pair of huge bat wings, growing on the old man's spine, and the flow of blood could even be seen in the cyan veins. As the bat's wings unfurled, the old man let out a violent, wheezing like a drowning man struggling ashore, his vocal cords mixed with another vibration that did not belong to him, cloudy and hoarse, like ablated sulfur. The signs of life returned to him in a very strange and ominous way. Meldrey struggled to get up, and a foot suddenly slammed heavily on his back, stomping him into the icy snow. Meldrey let out a nasal voice of confusion, and his neck twisted sharply, and he saw the man's indifferent face.

"You can rely on so much more than knowledge." There was a deep disgust in the man's tone. Meldrey seemed to sense something, and began to struggle, but the man's feet were like a mountain to suppress him. The pair of restless bat wings were grabbed by the man's broad palm, and then they were torn off alive! The sound of flesh and bone detachment is creepy. Meldre screamed with sulfur, but it didn't end there, the man tossed the two batwings aside, put his hand into the wound in his back, and went straight in the direction of his heart, and when he withdrew it, he clutched a dark purple orb in his fingertips.

There was a continuous scream in the night. The warriors of the Misty Mountains attacked the heretics without warning, and they suddenly turned from sculptures into bloodthirsty hunters, and the cultivators who were repairing were completely defenseless, and in an instant they were engulfed by the gray tide.

"With this kind of bearing, this kind of vision, it's no wonder that you haven't stepped out of the Misty Mountains for centuries!" Meldrey was screaming and screaming, but his voice was fading, "You never really worked with me!" ”

"I am glad that you have waged war to offer sacrifices to your gods, and that the Ravens will perish in your wicked rituals, but I will not forget that my people will die only more than the Ravens." The man said coldly.

Meldere stopped talking, perhaps he had lost the ability to speak, and he lay on his stomach in the snow, angry.

"Finally help me figure it out," the man shoved the bead back into Meldre's chest, "how long will it take for the Raven army to get here if I forcibly cut the link?" ”

"As long as ...... ...... a day and a half"

"Excellent." The man withdrew his hand, and the beads shattered into powder between his fingers. He turned away, not glancing at Meldere's corpse again. He drew the great axe, inserted the blade into his wrist, and swiped hard.

"Huh......"

Eshyus put down Urvet's evidence, and the moment Meldrey fell, the shadows suddenly sheltered him, and Eshyus had no way of knowing if he had succeeded in sniping him, but he soon noticed that the crimson bond had suddenly broken. The giant rose again with its back to the Misty Mountains, and the two looked at each other from a distance.

Are you ready to accept the arbitration of fate with me?

Maybe.

Great. Giant said.