Eshu retracted his bow, his expanded consciousness gathering back into his body in an instant, and the northern realm that had opened every inch to him was gradually enveloped in black mist again. He stood again on the walls of the city of the North Urn, imprisoned in a cage of his body, deaf, blind, and weak. In the short time after his return, Eixiu's every move made him feel unrelenting. It took a while for Eshu to readjust - the giant's vision was fascinating and palpitating, but the height of the eyelid did not belong to him, Eshu was only allowed to stand on the giant's shoulders by virtue of Urvet's evidence, and when he fell back into his mortal body, he involuntarily suffered the impact of the fall, every corner of his soul was touching, and the illusory pain was truly fed back to the body. Essiu fell to his knees, his longbow gasping, as determined as he too had been forced to let out a low moan in the face of this sudden pain. The thrill of pitching the North before still haunted him like a psychedelic drug. Essho tried hard to resist the temptation to open his bow again, but he succeeded.

Estheus got back to her feet, and found that Teresa had quietly left at some point—perhaps while he was talking to the giant, and she didn't stay to ask Meldrey what was going on, as if she knew that if Estheus let go of the strings, the heretic priest would be crushed by the raging turbulence, just as the wolf on the snowy field had become. Estheu begged for a torch from the guards patrolling the northern urn and walked down the wall. The road back to the station was quieter, and the footsteps of Eshu alone were dull and monotonous. There were originally more than a dozen tents in the camp assigned to him by Ranmarok, but now only five remained. Esher had not many mercenaries to bring to Poimbulu, and the morning siege had already drained the men he had recruited in Silverlake; In the afternoon, Kia was seriously injured and his fate was uncertain. The only ones left with combat effectiveness are Salaman, Anson, and Wren - if Anson is also combat power. Anson and Wren were already asleep, and Salamane was keeping vigil. Seeing Esher return, Salamane hugged him with surprise and warmth, and this man from Daxia never restrained his emotions. Essho noticed that Salman had thick bandages under the cuffs of both arms—he was probably not lightly wounded.

"Boss, go back and rest."

"No, I'm not sleepy." Eshyu shook his head.

"That's fine, let's keep vigil together." Salamaan said, "It's boring to keep a vigil alone, it's much better to have company." If it weren't for the army outside the city, maybe we would have had two more drinks, and there would be a few kegs of fine ale brought from Silverlake in the carriage - oh, forget you don't drink. He smiled wryly. The two sat down by the fire, chatting with each other. Eshyus wanted to know about Kia, but Salamane couldn't say anything about it, saying only that he was being treated by a scholar at the Royal Academy. Soon the two had nothing to talk about, so they took some strips of wolf meat to roast, and then sat boredly by the fire and listened to the "crackling" of firewood. Salaman's attention kept drifting to Eshyu's evidence of Urvet, but he refrained from asking about it. It wasn't long before Eshyus heard Salaman snore slightly—the bloody battle and vigil had exhausted him to the extreme, but he managed to hold out until Essho returned.

Eshua was not tired, he boiled a pot of snow water, threw all the remaining wolf meat strips into the pot, took a few portions of the dry food that Ranmaroch had given him, and sat down by the fire and chewed slowly. Quietly and quickly, he swept away enough food for two strong men to eat all day, then looked up at the dark sky, waiting for the first rays of morning light to break through the dark clouds. He knew that after today, he and the Omenwolf would have to fight a fierce battle like never before in order to gain the favor of fate, and one would come to the end of his fate, while the other would survive until the next arbitration came.

Urvet's evidence vibrated slightly in Essiu's hand, but Esher didn't want to pay attention to it. He closed his eyes, and the faces of many people flashed in his mind, the old drunkard, Jeno, Salaman, Jeffrey, Schneider, Dante, Kia, Theresa—the faces were frozen in his mind for a long time, the rising sun and the tundra flashing intertwined. At last he went up the river for a long time, and went round and round back to the old house in the alley of Janos, where old Baranduc had his back to the young Estheau, and drank inferior ale; And little Esher turned his back to Esher and watched old Baranduk drink. The sun was shining in from Janos, and the old drunkard, Alaric von Bloch, lay in a gloomy corner, surrounded by empty jars, drunk and unconscious.

"Father...... "Father ," said Eshu softly with his eyes closed and in a voice that he could hear, "will you die fighting for your own son, or for the son of prophecy?" ”

……

Vaal Snow Fields.

Setanda wiped the blood from her face, pulled the spear out of the chest of a bear-claw berserker, and swept the iis shield of her left arm across it, smashing a Misty Mountain warrior on a horse into the snow. Before the other could get to his feet, Sertanda shattered his skull with the heavy, sharp bottom of his iris shield. He had sensed that something was wrong, the marauding armies around him were still menacing and raging, but the momentum and strength of their armies were collapsing in a way that was visible to the naked eye. When he first rushed into the gray tide, he was met with a powerful resistance, and the warriors of the Misty Mountains knew that they were not his enemies, but they would still resolutely use their bodies to stop the tip of his spear, and launch a fierce counterattack before his life was gone. This cold and bloody style of fighting greatly slowed down his progress. If Setanda enters, it will add a wound; retreat, and the void after the Misty Mountain warrior falls will be filled immediately. However, there was no longer anyone to trade their lives for their lives, and Setanda effortlessly cut through their line and joined up with Istelle.

"Estelle, are you alright?" Sertanda shouted. When he heard that Estelle had returned to the front after a short rest, he insisted on going to war, but Gregory IV could not stop him and had to let him go.

The female knight had already been killed, and her armor was stained red with blood. She ignored Sestanda's call completely, and led her escort to collide with the rising gray tide again, Setanda wanted to follow her, but she was surprised to find that the formation of the guards protected the female knight very closely, and did not leave room for him to stand next to Istelle, and he was too embarrassed to squeeze in, so he could only stand aside to assist in the attack. He was only slightly less efficient at killing alone, and the group marched in the marauding army, and soon reached the hinterland of the Grey Tide. At first glance, it seems that the army of Misty Mountain has been defeated by this small force, but both Estelle and Setanda know that this has nothing to do with them, and it should be said that they have been able to go so deep through the rout. Along the way, they saw the corpses of many heretics strewn across the snow, and even saw the Death Knight squad besieged by the Bearclaw Berserkers, who had caused great casualties to Livingston's army, but now began to fight each other.

Is it infighting? Setanda was still surprised, but she heard Bodes exclaim:

"Oh my God, what is that!"