A hand grabbed Esennas's consciousness and led him to sink and fall, through darkness, blue sky, a heavy cloud, and finally to a wall.

Outside the city walls, an equally thick fog blocked Izenus' view.

"Are the rest of the soldiers here?"

A voice suddenly came from behind Izenus, and he turned his head to see a young man in his mid-twenty-five years old condescendingly talking to the group of people.

"I should say that all the people who can still move are here. ”

The young man turned his head, looked at the thick fog outside the city wall, and sighed, "This time it is really a decisive battle. ”

In the crowd, someone said, "My king, this battle is a defeat, but you must not fall here, as long as you are alive, the human race will not be broken." ”

The young man smiled and said, "It's not a wise move to lose your morale before you go to war, Canno." ”

"That's a four-clan alliance, my king. The man, Canno, was somewhat reluctant to point out the current facts.

"What about the Four Clans Alliance, as long as I can break through to the current realm?" the young man patted Kanno on the shoulder and walked under the city walls.

"Don't think too much about it, let's have dinner first, I can't fight tomorrow when I'm hungry. ”

The group swaggered past Isenas, and no one asked Isenas, who had suddenly appeared here.

(Is it a vision? or a memory?)

Puzzled, Isenus stretched out his hand, felt the real touch coming from the wall next to him, and shook his head, no longer thinking about the fundamental problem of the serious lack of information.

(Canno?Is this the real name of the God of Light?)

Isenus pondered again, if that man was really the God of Light, then who was this young man who gave orders to him? Could it be...

He followed the group, observing the young man from every angle, who was clearly a cut away from the others.

This person's demeanor is calm and solemn at the same time, and at the same time, it is involuntarily convincing to him, and Isenus can't help but think of the figure of Wille in the Water Jedi.

The group descended the city wall and came to the camp.

It was getting late, and the soldiers had already gathered around dinner, but they didn't move.

"How many times have you said that you don't have to wait for me when you eat. The young man also sat down and beckoned his companions to dine together.

Seeing that the young man at the head moved the spoon, the soldiers below scooped up the food in the bowl.

Isenas left the young man and walked among the soldiers.

(Oatmeal, lettuce, beetroot.) Isn't there a lot of potatoes and tomatoes?uh, what kind of meat is this?)

In Isenas's opinion, the pot of food in front of him was monotonous and tasteless, but it provided him with a lot of information.

Three hundred years ago, these were the main dishes on the human diet, and it was not until the relationship with the western elves eased that the newly discovered food on the fjord became widespread in the human world, and potatoes and tomatoes became the main dishes on most people's tables.

Just this discovery allowed Esenas to roughly finalize the point in time he is in.

Then, Isenas remembered the four-clan alliance that Canno had spoken of.

The elements of location, time, and characters are all gathered now—at least three hundred years ago, a foggy checkpoint, and the human alliance and the four-race alliance.

Isenas was familiar with the history books, and through this information, he immediately concluded that what was about to happen now must be the decisive battle of Nosar. This was the battle of Wille's gods, and it was also the beginning of the Terrans beginning to counterattack the four races and sweep the world.

Although the records of this battle in the history books are vague, and the important battle of becoming gods is skipped in a few words, only one thing is certain, during this war, the materials of the human race were extremely scarce, and even half of the soldiers could only fight in cloth clothes.

However, the meat in these soldiers' pots is incredibly rich, and even after four hundred years of unknown prosperity and peace, a meal for these soldiers can be regarded as a luxury.

Just as Isenus was confused, Willell, who was sitting in front of him, seemed to sense something, and the spoon in his mouth paused before putting it back in the bowl.

As soon as Willell stopped, the people around him involuntarily stopped moving.

"What's the matter? My king, did anyone poison the rice?"

Willell shook his head, picked up the bowl, and said, "I just remembered something that needs to be confirmed, so you eat first." ”

Everyone didn't think much about it, but with their trust in Willele, they ate again.

Among human beings, there are not a few smart people, and there are only two who can be called wise.

After seeing Wilreer's movements, a girl seemed to understand something, put down the dishes and chopsticks, and caught up with Willele.

Willell looked back at the girl and said, "It's Metis, why are you here?" ”

The person who came was none other than Metis, the goddess of wisdom who had been hidden in the town of artisans four hundred years later.

"I can't eat it. Metis's face was not very good-looking, and his fingers kept sticking down his throat, and he retched hard, as if he wanted to vomit out all the soup he had just drunk.

"Don't embarrass yourself, you don't know the strength of the Sanctuary physique, you haven't eaten well for so many days, and your soup has been absorbed in one gulp. ”

Faced with Metis, who seemed to have guessed something, Willell did not persuade much, but instead picked a piece of meat from the bowl and put it in his mouth.

This provoked Metis to retch again.

Wilrell patted Metis on the back and comforted, "It doesn't taste very strange, it tastes like beef." ”

It took a long time for Metis to come to his senses and say, "Is it the taste that I care about now?"

"Of course not, what we should be concerned about now is tomorrow's decisive battle, which is our last meal. ”

Vertis froze on the spot with Willele's words, and after sighing, he followed closely behind Willele.

Although the words of the two wise men were not obvious enough, with the intelligence of Esenas, he could guess seventy-seven eighty-eight, and he forced himself to resist the vomiting sensation that also rolled in his heart, and followed behind Willele.

Willell came to the logistics and said hello to the woman who was leading the team.

"It's a blessing that you're delivering supplies. ”

"Misfortune is bitter, misfortune is bitter. Looking at the condolences to her from the king, the only savior of mankind, the woman seemed a little flattered.

"Where's Daddy Aika? Why did you ask the women's team to deliver the supplies today. Willele's seemingly random question made the women, Metis, and Esenas tug at their hearts.

A hint of unnaturalness flashed on the woman's face, and she replied with a reluctant smile, "Daddy, they have gone hunting near the settlement, and they want to find food again." ”

"Yes. Willell casually scooped up another piece of meat from the bowl, and this act made a look of joy or sadness on the woman's face.

"Let them stop, the prey near the settlement has already been hunted, and going out again will increase the risk of exposure to the settlement. ”

Wilrell didn't ask any more questions, but just took the bowl and walked back to the camp with Metis.

Willell didn't say a word, but Metis couldn't help but ask: "There are many veterans in the settlement, and it is impossible for them not to know the importance of concealment to the settlement, this woman is not telling the truth." ”

"Hmm. ”

"There wasn't a single man in the supply team. ”

"Of course I noticed. ”

"And the amount of meat that has been delivered this time is too much! This is simply something that our rear reserves can reach, and it will not be possible to triple it. ”

"It's a lot richer than ever. ”

"So, so, what we're eating right now, yes, yes..."

"It's human flesh. Wilrell calmly added the words that Metis had been unable to speak, and scooped up the last piece of meat in the bowl.

Hearing Willell utter the words that Metis and Isenas had been reluctant to face, even with Isenus's calmness, he couldn't help but feel the urge to vomit.

"We have no choice but to survive. ”

With mixed feelings, Isenus followed Willell and watched the soldiers eat this cruel and extravagant dinner in the camp.

No wonder the history books are vague about this historical record, and who dares to record such a tragic historical fact that breaks through the moral bottom line?

After eating and drinking, Willell stood up and looked at the warriors in the field.

"Looks like everyone is satisfied. ”

There was a sudden jubilation at the bottom, even for those who would become gods in the future, and a full meal before the decisive battle had a visible effect on morale.

Willell also smiled and said, "Since you have a full meal, then tomorrow you must not live up to the blood and blood dedication of your clan." ”

Bone and blood dedication?

The soldiers below looked at each other, but these generals in front were not fools, they reacted one after another to such an obvious hint from Willele, but by the time they wanted to catch up with Willell and ask for clarification, Willell had already disappeared.

Willele's evasive attitude made these generals sit on the guesses in their hearts.

Canno's face was ugly, and he looked at Metis, "You already knew, right?"

"That's right, it was me and Willele who deliberately hid it. After Metis figured out the joint, he happily admitted it. "Between morality and survival, Willell and I chose to survive. ”

The generals were speechless.

"Now is not the time to worry about that. As the number two brain among the human race, Metis understood the situation and began to call the shots.

"Canno, you're in charge of telling our warriors about this. Remember, this message is a double-edged sword that, if used incorrectly, can demoralize us. ”

Canno took on the task with mixed feelings, and faced the soldiers below who were talking and laughing with a more complicated mood.

Metis sighed, unable to bear to look at the rest of the picture, and turned to catch up with Willehr.

"You're still not quite ruthless, Willele. Metis accused. "If you personally build momentum in this matter, our combat effectiveness will be two points higher tomorrow. ”

Willell smiled and said, "Aren't you going to leave it to Canno too?"

Metis was speechless.

"I didn't expect that message to make much of a difference, and the key to tomorrow's fight is still mine. I just can't bear to let the sacrifices of the old men and the remnants of the soldiers quietly disappear under Nosar. ”

Willell was a man of great courage, and sat down on the edge of the wide wall and chatted with Metis, not in the slightest fear of a possible sneak attack.

Although Metis is also powerful, her cautious habits still make her choose to sit behind the wall.

"You're still thinking about breaking through the Sanctuary?"

"Well, that's the only way to turn defeat into victory. ”

"There's really no hope for that idea. ”

Willell rubbed Metis's hair and said, "As long as you are not dead, there is still hope for everything." ”

"You're coming up with that again. ”

Metis sighed softly, said no more, and silently sat on the wall with Willele.

The fog rises and falls, and the golden wheel falls and rises.

A wolf's paw broke through the thin morning mist and trampled on the wet dirt beneath Nosar.

"It's coming so fast, this guy Mondo can't bear the loneliness as always. ”

Willell stood up, stretched his stiff body, and took the weapon and armor from Canno, who was standing behind him at some point.

"How's our morale?"

"Death is like home. Canno's tone was sullen.

In the past, the morale of the soldiers would only feel that victory was in his hands, but today, Canno really feels that this is a sign of death.

"Yay. ”

Willell turned and looked at the red-eyed warriors.

"Knock knock!"

Willell didn't speak, but slammed the ground of the wall with his scabbard.

The soldiers seemed to understand what Wilrell meant, and drew their weapons in silence, and this night, the soldiers tossed and turned, and couldn't sleep well, and they always held their breath in their hearts.

Wilel jumped off the wall, stood in front of the gates, and drew what would become known as the sword of the god-king.

"Let's go!"

The gates creaked open.

The orcs outside the city did not rush to attack, and Mondo even released his own momentum to suppress the wind wolf riders in the orc army.

"Morning. Wilall greeted Mondor. "You came first?"

Mondo snorted, "This is the battlefield!" Willell, put away your hippie smile. ”

"It's half a friend after all, and it's etiquette to say hello. I don't think there will be any human who accuses me of collaborating with the enemy. ”

The human soldiers seemed to have become accustomed to Willell's pre-battle banter, but Isenas muttered quietly, "Is this really the God-King?" ”

"Oh, look, who is this, Emperor of the Sea Expansion, I knew you wouldn't be left behind these orcs. Willell suddenly waved his hand somewhere on the deserted battlefield.

was called out by Willele, and the Elven King no longer hid his whereabouts, and removed the disguise from the elven army with his backhand.

"The racial talent of the elves is so unique that even Mondo, who is close at hand, doesn't notice you. Wilall applauded.

The Elf King was useless for Wille's praise, he strangled the moose under him, and said, "There is no need to sow discord, Wille, there is an essential difference between humans and our four races, and our four races are an iron-hearted alliance this time, so they will not be affected by your rhetoric." ”

"Yes. In response to the Elven King's rhetoric, Wilrell just smiled meaningfully and looked into the distance again.

In the distance, billowing smoke rose again, covering the thin morning fog that had come in conjunction with the barbarians and dwarves.

"Looks like it's all here. Wilall nodded to the Barbarian Chief and the Dwarven King.

"Since it's a decisive battle, there must be no room for maneuver anymore, so I won't procrastinate. Orc chieftain, how about your opponent or me?"

"And me!" the barbarian chiefs stood together.

"Of course, the two chiefs are naturally going to be united. Wilrell nodded, looking at the Dwarven King.

Metis stepped out of the crowd and said, "Dwarf King, this time I will be your opponent. ”

The dwarf king jumped off the goat, and a pair of hammers touched in the air: "You are no match for me many times!"

"You'd better not say that until the end. Not to be outdone, how could Willel's words of countless hopes for the future still echo in the night sky of yesterday?

Wilrell looked at the last Elven King and said, "Well, how about Lerally as your opponent? ”

Behind Willele, a bald head slipped to the front of the line on a bantam.

Lyralli?permafrost territory Lyralli?

Isennas's pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked incredulously at the bald mage who walked towards the front of the formation.

This look, this look, shouldn't you really be called Omoni?