Endless torrential rain, dull thunder tumbling in the thick dark clouds, occasionally thick lightning tore open the sky, brilliant white light sprayed from the huge cracks, the sky and the earth were briefly illuminated, outlining the panicked figures of a man and a horse in the dense rain curtain. The horse did not know how long it had been running, but it was exhausted to the extreme, and the horse's hooves were struggling to rise and fall on the muddy ground, and the white foam was constantly overflowing from the horse's mouth, which was constantly washed away by the torrential rain. The rider on horseback was not much easier, his clothes were wet from the rain, and he was pressed by the light scale armor, which hugged his skin tightly, revealing the convex and graceful curves of his body—it was actually a female rider. When the sky was torn and lit up again by lightning, the horse stumbled and finally fell down due to exhaustion.

Alyssa jumped out of the saddle and fell into a puddle of water before her legs were crushed by the horse's back. She gritted her teeth, rolled up, ran to the horse, did not look at the horse that had been buried in the wet mud, cut off the luggage and the spear bag with a knife, and when she was about to throw it on her back, she decisively abandoned the luggage, and pulled out the only three spears left from the spear bag, and staggered forward.

Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves broke through the rain. Alice didn't look back, and threw a spear in the direction where the sound came from. In the night, the sparks splashed violently against the rain, and the spear was bounced in no direction, and the sound of horses' hooves was still approaching her unhurriedly. The pursuer can clearly close the distance between the two sides in an instant, but he always deliberately controls the horse's foot strength, not approaching or moving away. Alice wiped the rain from her face, clenched the last two spears in her hand, and dragged her tired body to continue running.

The Snake Worship Sect made a mistake, an extremely serious mistake, and rashly introduced two vicious wolves into the big family of snakes - in fact, the core members of the Snake Sect have long understood the nature of the two evil wolves - after all, they had also hunted the priestess under the instruction of the famous general of the mountain before, and robbed the experimental subjects of the new snake venom, which can be regarded as notorious, and the color of the talk is changed. The Serpent Cult had unanimously thought that this was a ruse of the Empire, but even so, after much deliberation and temptation, the High Priest opened his arms to them, and sent Alice, whom she trusted and loved the most, to receive them. The two wolves, who had just become grassroots believers, immediately put forward a very wolfish plan, and the response was so large that even many of the chief priests secretly agreed. It seems that Marius's new policies in the empire are indeed pushing the followers of Az Dahaca into a corner, and they will use an armed uprising as a lifesaver for a comeback. Of course, there are also sinister calculations, such as wanting to drive those two wolves as pawns to expand the territory, but the object of their calculations was once the unprecedented commander of the Shadow Wing. When Scoleroru broke into the Snake Cult with a group of shadow centurions who were desperate to follow him, the intrigues that were still brewing ended miserably with the sound of swords and spears, and with a spineless puppet, Scoleroru easily held the power of the Snake Cult in his hands. Alyssa is one of the few survivors in the high-level, and probably the only one who hasn't surrendered. She didn't like the plan that went against the viper's nature from the beginning, so she had been deliberately keeping her distance from the two wolves. When Scoleroru broke into the main hall, Alyssa was also the fastest. However, Scoleroru did not want to let her go, and it was not only her former colleagues who came to hunt her down, but also another wolf.

Alyssa finally couldn't support it anymore, every drop of rain that fell on her body with kinetic energy became a load, her physical strength was exhausted in the mechanical alternation of her limbs, and the sound of horses' hooves behind her was always there. The spear slowly fell from her palm, and Alyssa fell to the ground.

An iron-blooded colt approached slowly behind itself, lightning illuminating the knight's delicate and beautiful face on horseback, and his long wet hair turned a dull gold. The female knight rolled over and dismounted, kicked both spears away, and then stomped on Alyssa's back, crushing her body into the mud. Alyssa barely raised her head to keep her mouth and nose from being flooded with muddy water. She was still trying to crawl away from the other person, but no matter how much she struggled, it only sank deeper.

"That's it, Alyssa." Sezi's once golden rose, Augustana said coldly.

She wouldn't have chased the priestess for so long, but the other party was too shrewd, like a real poisonous snake, knowing when to hide and when to show its fangs, and showing no mercy to her former colleagues, and throwing spears was not inferior to the centurion of the Shadow Wing. Augustana's initial indifference gave Alyssa the opportunity to tear through the siege, and in the long pursuit, the team was eaten away one by one, and in the end, only Augustana was left. If it weren't for the fact that the Iron Horse's stamina was far superior to that of ordinary horses, this rainstorm came just right in time, and it would have exhausted the physical strength of Alyssa's mount in advance, otherwise it would have allowed her to run out of the imperial border.

"Join or die." Augustana drew her sword and aimed it at Alyssa's head.

Alyssa smiled miserably: "I'm not interested in the feud between you and Marius and Kairos, I just want to feel the greatness of the god Azdahaka in peace, please give me this eternal opportunity." She hung her head in resignation and buried her face in the muddy water. She couldn't figure out her pet snake, the little emerald cutie, wrapped around her wrists, staring at a pair of small silver eyes, more beautiful than any necklace or jewelry. It's just that after so much time, could it have starved to death?

Augustana shrugged her shoulders and stabbed her sword down.

Clang!

A sword was abruptly handed out in the rain, holding Augustana's sword. A man suddenly appeared beside the two of them, as if a ghost had suddenly floated in. He wore a huge horned helmet and a tight armor, and he hunted in the storm. He swung his sword lightly, forcing Augustana back. A bolt of lightning struck, and the man saw Augustana's face and whistled lightly.

"The thorny rose, and the poisonous beautiful snake, why is there any need to kill each other?"

Augustana slashed with his sword, and the man did not move at all, and held it casually. Augustana turned around and left, chasing and killing Elisa had already consumed too much of her physical strength, and the man in front of her would be difficult to test the depth for a while, although the other party had not yet shown obvious hostility, but it would be difficult to say if it was entangled. Augustana turned on her horse and coldly dropped a sentence before leaving: "Please bear the consequences of harboring the traitors of the Serpent Cult." ”

"Why should a traitor hunt down a traitor?" The man's expression was unclear in the night, but the playfulness in his tone was as sharp as a sword.

Augustana snorted coldly and rode away. The man waited until the sound of the horse's hooves was drowned out by the rain before he crouched down beside Alyssa, took off his armor, and gently wiped the mud off her face for her.

"Who are you?" Alyssa said weakly.

"Who am I?" The man whistled extremely loudly, and a war horse broke through the rain and galloped in front of him, he picked up Alyssa and gently lifted her onto the horse, "I am the prodigal son of twilight, the nightmare of the fool of dawn, Jocelyn's good buddy, Sir Alistey of Barkley. ”

……

"It's raining heavily." Yogett raised his head, crisscrossed with branches and cascading green leaves, droplets of water rolling and dripping along the natural dome. Heavy rain outside the dome is like a note, and light rain is continuous inside the dome. He spread out his hand, and a raindrop broke in the palm of his hand, and the royal emblem from Sir Pender Dalyan's hand fluttered with a soft halo, and fluttered out under some mysterious tug, like a candle in the wind, wanting to go with the wind, but always bound by the wick. He walked in the direction of the halo, and after about a few dozen steps, the halo suddenly went out.

"Trevor, bring another one."

"My lord, this is the last one." Trevor walked over to Yogett with his torches, and the rain kept smashing on the torches, but the flames were still burning vigorously, and the light did not fade in the slightest. A naktonic Noldor girl was dragged behind him, her limbs broken and dying. Yogett squatted down, gently pinched the girl's blood-stained face, and rubbed his fingers, reminiscing about the beautiful touch, not caring at all about the other party's resentful eyes: "You Noldor elves can be said to be a treasure, blood can resonate with magic, so you can freely enter and exit the magic canopy of Eraclair; Of course, it can also drive this ring; And the fat on your body," he pulled out a knife, the tip of which gently moved up the girl's smooth lower abdomen. Yogett closed his eyes and carefully felt the slight tremor of the skin under the tip of the knife, "It's a fuel that lasts longer than whale oil, and it's not even afraid of rain, and of course it's the best spice." He sighed regretfully, "Why aren't there fat people in your people?" Or do fat people have to stay in Ella Clary? ”

"It's a pity that Gato, Saarion, and the Empire will only treat you as slaves to vent their desires, but only I know how to discover your potential value." Yogett slit the girl's throat, blood pouring out of the massive wound and dripping onto the emblem in his palm, a halo of light wafting out again, swaying and pointing deeper into the forest.

"Don't waste it, take it down and let Rainier extract the oil. The rest of the meat was fed to the Ravens. Yogett carefully closed his palms and stood up, not looking at the corpse again, "Trevor, you go catch a few more Noldor elves tonight, we're still on the periphery of the Great Eastern Forest, you let go of your hands and feet, *** Dill won't notice us." Remember, the fatter, the better. ”

"Yes, sir." Trevor responded hoarsely, and he hung the torch from the tree, with giant batwing growing behind him. He broke through the dome of the forest and went away in the torrential rain.

(End of Volume 2)