The blood draw went well, the hollow needle pierced Esthew's veins, Brochette slowly pulled the core tube, and Esch could soon feel a large amount of blood burst from his body—Brochette was almost violently squeezing his blood, testing the limits of his physique in a bottomless way. Estheu's forearm deflated rapidly, and the green muscles stood out fiercely and hideously. He soon felt a slight feeling of dizziness, and the flat ground seemed to be unable to support his legs, which had been shivering. Eshu shoved the herb into his mouth in time and chewed it quickly. The spicy juice poured out of the crumbling rhizome, and Eshu swallowed as he held the round table with his other hand to keep his balance, but by the time the needle was halfway full, he was unsteady on his feet, and his whole body was violently sifting chaff, as if he had re-soaked in the ice-filled stream of the snowy field. "Change your hand." Brochette pulled out his needle and said indifferently, "If you feel like you can't hold it, move the chair over." ”

……

When Esher walked out of the tent, his feet were still weak, and Brochette did not send him away with half a hemp grass, but took out the other half for him to eat, but even then Esher collapsed in his chair for a long time, and could not move until his two pale and shriveled forearms were re-colored with blood. Essho noticed that Teresa hadn't gone far, and was standing not far from the tent—she seemed to have been waiting for some time. Waiting for me? The thought crossed Eshy's mind, and Teresa had already walked towards him, reaching out to remove a torch from the tent door. "Follow me." She said in a commanding tone, then turned to leave. Eshua was stunned for a moment, and followed in silence. He was actually eager to ask Teresa if she had heard the conversation between him and Brochette in the tent, and with the extraordinary senses of a first-class martial artist, it was not difficult to find out the whole content through a thick curtain. But Teresa did not show any intention of communicating with him, and Esher could only resist the urge to speak.

Esher and Theresa climbed the walls of the North Urn City one after the other, and they did not encounter any obstacles, and Brochette had already ordered them to let them go unconditionally, so that the soldiers who were patrolling during the curfew only saluted silently when they met the two of them, and then continued their patrol.

The night wind at the head of the city was heavy, and Eixiu's head ached faintly, and the feeling of prostration intensified. He could not help but begin to wonder what Brochette was saying that "the negative effects will disappear by the morning of tomorrow", perhaps the old fellow had said this long past midnight, and the morning of which he had spoken of was probably twenty-four hours later. Eshua felt that his body might sway with the wind at any moment, and there seemed to be seven or eight strong men around him who were constantly pushing and shoving. Ai Xiu subconsciously wanted to hold on to the battlements, but his hand grabbed twice in mid-air and then stopped. He glanced at Teresa—for a moment, she had distanced herself from Esher and walked to the Outer Urn City. Previously, her calf had been pierced by Eshu with a black key, and after returning to Poimbro, it had only been bandaged simply, but when she needed to recuperate the most, she walked through the dark city with a torch, the wound had already been further cracked, and a large amount of blood had been fainted under the bandage, and she was actually not much easier than Eshua along the way. Estheu withdrew his hand back, and he rubbed his temples vigorously for a moment as he continued to follow Teresa's footsteps.

The two of them came all the way to the very edge of the Outer Urn City, and the patrolling guards had just left, so that only their lone torch was left on the walls of the Outer Urn City, surrounded by endless darkness. Teresa dropped the torch off the wall at that moment, and Esher watched as the orange-red flame sank straight into the abyss, flickering twice in the howling wind before disappearing from his vision. "Open the bow." Estheus heard Teresa's voice, still in the same commanding tone.

"Okay." Eshu said quietly, he didn't ask why, he just took the evidence of Urvet from behind him, and with the power of the Hainafa, he spread the longbow to the extreme.

This time there was no illusion in front of his eyes, and in the darkness his consciousness swelled and rose, suddenly enveloping the entire northern realm, and at that moment it was as if he had incarnated into a giant on the same level as the misty mountains, and every land in the northern realm was beating with his heartbeat, and the snow field was his unwinding muscles; The road is his winding palmprint; The wind was his powerful breath. The discomfort that had been entrenched in his body vanished, and the darkness disappeared before his eyes. Estheus "saw" a large gray shadow in the snowfield beyond Boimbru, a mottled link extending from the shadows to the Vaal snowfield, ending in a crimson human figure. As Esshu cast his attention, someone in the shadows raised their heads and looked at him coldly. Another giant rose in the snow with his back against the Misty Mountains, the bond tied around his wrist. Estheu glanced at it and saw that the bond was actually pierced into the flesh and connected to the veins.

"Find Meldere, then shoot him, and I'll tell you his specific characteristics." Teresa's voice came from above the Celestial Dome, "Urvet's evidence allows you to perceive the whole of Livingston, and it won't be difficult to lock him down. ”

"Why don't you just shoot the Omenwolf directly?" Estheus didn't know if his voice could be heard by Teresa in this state, but Teresa replied quickly: "If you can sense him, he will also sense you." ”

That's right. Estheu looked at the giant across from him and thought silently. The giant didn't seem to intend to make eye contact with him for long, and the majestic silhouette faded for a moment, but Eshu could still feel the other's gaze shining strongly from the shadows. He could loosen the strings and let the weathered turbulence sweep through with razor, but he already knew that the other party could avoid it with ease.

"That's why you're here in the North? Hunt for Meldere? Essho asked again.

"Good for you," Teresa said indifferently, "he is now plotting against the Omenwolf to kill him, so that he will not need to guard against his tricks while defending the city." Now concentrate on finding a thin old man in a black robe. ”

Essho didn't say anything more, and lowered his consciousness into the shadows of the snowy field, and the people watching him didn't try to stop him, but only let Essho's gaze wander over the warriors of the Misty Mountains who stood like sculptures. Soon Essho found the target described by Teresa - in fact, the thin old man in the black robe was standing near that gaze, but he was not sheltered, and it could even be said that he was deliberately exposed to Eshy's eyes.

"Found it." Esher said.

"Do it."

"Can't you say please?" The air flowed and gathered wildly between Estheau's fingers, but he only held the bowstring firmly.

“…… Please. She whispered, her tone softening to the point of murmuring, and then annihilated in the wind, but in Estheau's consciousness, her voice was everywhere in the wind of the north. There are some contradictions, some trance, and even a faint and fleeting Hao Ran.

"Okay." Eshu replied in the same low voice, and he let go of the strings, and the turbulent turbulence roared like a wild beast out of the gate.