Beneath the foothills of the southeastern part of Dongshan grows an endless field of smoke poppies.

There is plenty of sunshine and sunshine here, but there is little rain but there is snow water flowing from the melting snow on the summit of the mountain in winter, which is very suitable for the growth of smoke poppies.

Smoke poppy, as the name suggests, is that the flowers of these poppies contain a large amount of hallucinogenic pollen, once they encounter the wind and grass, they will spray a large amount of pollen from the flowers to form smoke, confusing enemies and protecting themselves at the same time.

In a field of half-man-tall smoky poppies, General Karan's feline pupils were at their maximum, and he quietly stared at the movement around him with cheetah-like eyes through the gaps between the plants, and a group of Noxian soldiers lurked beside him.

According to the secret report, the Lord of the Shadow Stream will bring a group of disciples to the flower field to discuss with the Vastaya about the alliance against the promise.

This secret message had been sent back to the barracks by a war stonemason who had been lurking in the Shadowstream Sect for many years, and when Kahlan heard the news, he immediately realized that this was a perfect opportunity to bring darkness into Ionia!

So he took the initiative to ask for the order of Darius, the general in charge of the overall war, and urgently organized this ambush.

None of the Noxian generals present were more familiar with the terrain of Ionia than he was, and he knew the perfect places for ambushes.

Because that's where he grew up! This field of flowers is right on the border of the Vastaya territory! No one is better suited for this mission than him!

Darius agrees to his plea, because the most feared enemies are often the ones who know you best.

In order to ensure the success of the operation, Darius even borrowed a regiment of Trefalis hundreds, dressed in indestructible black steel plate armor, crossbows and various weapons, each of which was extremely brave and unusually comparable to the remnants of the veteran soldiers stationed in Filol with Kahlan.

Kahlan was extremely grateful for this, and he would not fail to live up to the trust of the Hand of Noxus.

Kahlan shook a pair of furry, pointy ears on either side of his head, he never wore a helmet, which affected his feline sensitivity.

What sound did he seem to hear?

Karan looked back at the stubbornly clad Trefali soldiers, each of them well hidden, the wet earth covering the armor, and even the eyes were curbing the stinging essence of the man's back as he commanded, the voice was slight, but it was by no means his own.

A poppy petal slowly fell before his eyes, creating a hazy trail of smoke, and tiny dust burrowed into his olfactory nose.

One second he was glad that no one had pollen allergies during the operation, and the next his mind was more than ten years ago, when he knelt before the Prophet for enlightenment.

The Prophet was a wonderful creature, covered in purple skin, with a pearly horn on his forehead.

Some might mistake her for being of the same blood as him, the son of Vastaya Shari, but their people know very well that this is not the case.

The prophet's race is even older than their ancestors.

The trail of the falling petals recurred before his eyes, and he was unintuitively reminded of the prophet's voice as quiet as the slowly falling autumn leaves.

"You will fight alongside your enemies, and you will never see your spirit again, nor will you see your cubs again. They call you a traitor and curse your name. The road is full of darkness, bitterness, and infamy. You will be hated by your kindred, and despised by your invader allies. After their defeat in Presidium, you must guard the land of dreams in Ferol. But your pups will live, they will be strong. If it's not in this land, it's in another place. But you will never see their faces again, and if you stray from this dark path, they will die......"

The voice of the Prophet still lingers in my ears, but the prisoners guarded by Kahlan have fled. The woman who slept in the pool of dreams was taken away!

Therefore, the desperate Karan can only add fuel to the attack on Filor, stir up a dispute between the two countries, and ask the Empire to wage war against Ionia again, and he will open the door to Ionia for the Empire!

Because he is going to embark on this dark path again, and in order to follow the prophecy of the prophets, he must sprinkle blood and fire on this land and save his two young children!

And this coincided with Svein's thoughts, he just lacked a high-sounding excuse.

"If my two cubs are alive and healthy now, then they should be grown up too."

He looked around, and a terrible sadness and regret welled up in his heart, and he didn't know that if they met again, one of his young children would recognize themselves and recognize the failed father.

The effects of the hallucinogenic pollen had passed, and Kahlan had come back to reality from his reverie, the sound he had heard before was no longer faint, it was the footsteps of a group of people.

He relaxed his breathing, and his tense body relaxed, and the whole person was like a puddle of mud in a field of flowers, silently.

More than a dozen Ionians surrounded their leader into the flower field, they were dressed in black cloth clothes with almost no defense, only their leader wore a silent light armor, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and beside him stood a handsome but naked handsome young man, holding a huge strange scythe on his shoulder, corrupting half of his body, and he didn't look like an ordinary person.

This is the Shadow Streamer, the target of Karan.

The Shadow Stream Sect is a very high-profile main battle faction in Ionia, and it is also a great obstacle for Noxus in the conquest of Ionia, and the elusive Shadow Ninjas are very scary when acting as guerrillas.

Their sneak attacks are unguardable, and they follow them like shadows. Attacking from the shadows from all angles, the powerful Shadow Ninja will even silently emerge from the shadows, sending blades into the hearts of enemies with their own hands behind their backs, and even when they are asleep, they will always be on guard of their surroundings, as if they will usher in a silent death as soon as they close their eyes.

The soldiers of Noxus are not afraid of death, relatively only not afraid of dying on the battlefield, but they are still unacceptable to such frequent ambushes and assassinations, so the atmosphere of panic has spread in the army.

If you want to restore military discipline, the best way is to eliminate the leader of the Shadow Stream Sect, that is, the figure that stands proudly in Kalan's eyes - the Lord of the Shadow Stream, Tribulation.

The young man next to him, Karan, didn't know him, but the strange living scythe reminded him of the rumors that had been prevalent in the army lately.

I heard that not long ago, in the territory of Noxus, a newly unearthed Darkspawn weapon was snatched by two unidentified assassins, and it has not been recovered. Recently, however, it has been seen that the Darkspawn weapon appears to have reappeared on the battlefields of Ionia, slaughtering the Noxians.