Kersmod only knew that he and the woman in front of him had to escape from the pursuit of the dark shadows behind him, and flee to the ends of the earth, and the farther away the better.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Ksmerd suddenly noticed a cliff in front of him, surrounded by graves, and beyond the cliff, there was an endless sea.

He had no choice but to restrain his horse in front of this sea cliff at once, and the group of dark shadows behind him had already followed closely and surrounded Kersmerd and the woman in front of him, this sea cliff, this dead end.

Next, with a sword in his left hand and a knife in his right, he fought the shadows, cutting down countless shadows, only to be more at him.

Suddenly, the horse under his crotch neighed and fell to the ground, and he immediately dropped his sword in his left hand, hugged the woman in front of him, and tried his best to protect her from being hurt as he fell to the ground with her. After rolling on the ground a few times, Kersmoad and the woman got back to their feet on the edge of the cliff, their feet just a stone's throw from the edge. Kersmund held the woman behind him, and he raised his knife and continued to slash at the approaching shadows.

"If one of the two of you could survive, who would you choose?" a voice suddenly sounded beside Sensed, ethereal and ethereal.

"No, we can all live!" replied Kersmod, and then glanced back at the woman behind him, and in the darkness where he couldn't see her fingers, he couldn't see her face or expression, only her still, motionless figure.

"If she's dead, you'll live!" another eerie voice sounded.

"We can all live!" Kersmund repeated firmly, then looked back at the woman behind him. However, he happened to see the woman's figure on the edge of the sea cliff and make a gesture of jumping down.

Kersmund immediately rushed desperately to hold her back, but he was still a step too slow, and the woman had jumped up and out of the edge of the cliff, about to fall down the cliff. Without hesitation, Kersmer immediately jumped out of the sea cliff, and before the woman could fall in the air, Korsmerd grabbed one of her hands with one hand.

Just as Ksmerd was about to hold the woman tightly with both hands and prepare to fall with her, a pair of huge wings suddenly grew from the woman's back, and they were the kind of terrible wings that only demons could have. A few flaps of the wings allowed the woman's figure to hold steady in the air and not fall, and Kersmerd's right hand grabbed one of the woman's hands, causing his body to hang in the air for a moment.

However, then, the woman took out a sharp blade with an indistinct shape in her other hand, and silently slashed at the hand that Kersmerd had grabbed her hand with, instantly severing Kersmer's hand, causing Kersmer's body to immediately fall downward.

"No!" exclaimed Kersmurd, snapping his eyes open as he sat up from his bed.

Staring at the dark void in front of him for a long time, it was only after the shortness of breath that Kosmerd came back to his senses and realized that the scene just now turned out to be a nightmare.

The dream was clear and vague, real and absurd, and it was hard for Kosmund to believe. He didn't know what the dream symbolized and what it meant for his future.

Kosmed pondered for this: the countless dark shadows that appeared in his dream that hunted him down could be explained by him as the people united by the eternal night, and the woman could explain who they were, which became his biggest question.

But soon, he shook his head and told himself not to think about the dream again, because he felt that it was just a dream after all, and it would not become a reality.

He felt very thirsty in his mouth, and immediately got up, drank most of the jar of water in one gulp, and then he opened the window of his room, and looked out, and saw that it was still dark, and it was evident that it was still some time before dawn. But he was no longer tired, and the dream really made him a little flustered, so he didn't force himself to sleep anymore, and he didn't want to stay in this room.

So, after some washing, he opened the door and went out, went downstairs, and asked the man who was keeping vigil, "What time is it, and how long is it until dawn?"

The fellow replied, "It's past 3 o'clock in the morning, and it will take at least two or three hours before dawn." ”

Germund nodded, did not speak, and walked out of the tavern.

"Where are you going, sir?" asked the fellow.

"I can't sleep, I want to go out for a walk and come back for breakfast in a while. Kersmund replied.

"Sir, you had better not go out alone at such times, for it is very risky, and in the dark there are always thieves who make our streets restless, and who seek money and kill them. The guy persuaded.

"Don't be afraid, although my skills are not high, I can still deal with a few thieves. Germerd said with a smile.

"Alright then, sir, please be safe!" said the fellow, walking briskly over to help Sensed open the door to the tavern.

Eksmerd nodded, and walked straight through the door and out of the tavern.

Outside the tavern, he first scanned the darkness around him, then paused, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The cold and dry air instantly filled his lungs and pounded his mind. Then, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt refreshed, and the depression and panic in his heart disappeared at once.

He had been asleep since yesterday afternoon, and had not woken up until a short time ago, and after more than ten hours of sleep, he was now well asleep and full of energy. A good mental state can always make people easily forget about unpleasantness, make people unconsciously replace worries with longing, and be positive.

Facing the deep, dark night before him, Kersmund felt no fear or worry, and he strode resolutely into the deserted streets. But he was aimless, didn't deliberately want to go anywhere, just walked slowly along a long street, walking in the cold wind of the cold night.

Even he didn't realize that he was unconsciously approaching the Kulau Arena.

It wasn't snowing, but the sky was still overcast, and the light around Ekmerd was so dim that it was hard to see more than ten feet away.

A layer of snow on the street reflected a faint light that allowed Sensed to barely see the road, but other than that, there was no fire on the long street, almost swallowed up by the darkness of the night.

Kersmund walked along the long street, trying to relax, but kept his guard on the top of a tower not far to the left of Kersmer, where a black figure was standing. As Eksmund walked down the long street, the black figure quickly noticed him.

The top of the tower on which the figure was standing, although not very tall, was still a lot taller than the surrounding houses, so that the figure stood there, looking around, and it was easy to notice movement within a radius of several hundred feet in such a quiet night, when there was no one around. So, as Kersmoud walked down that long street, he quickly caught the attention of the black figure.

After spotting Eksmerd, the black figure stood motionless for a moment, then moved to the edge of the top of the tower, and then, with a kick of his feet, the whole figure jumped high and wanted to jump from the top of the tower to the ground.

The next moment, the black figure broke away from the top of the tower, was in a state of volley, and began to fall rapidly downward. The figure spread its hands apart on either side of its body, and in the process of falling rapidly, it swung its hands a few times like an eagle soaring in the sky, and it was unknown whether it was to slow down the fall or some kind of ritualistic act. This movement is graceful and light, showing the composure and chic of this black figure in the process of falling, and adding a bit of gorgeous meaning to its thrilling fall.

Directly below the black figure, there was a large haystack on the ground, which was why it jumped from the top of the tower without fear of death. Soon, the black figure fell into the haystack, and before it could do so, it flipped lightly in the air, with its back to the ground. Then, only a noise was heard in the haystack, and the falling figure had already been buried in the haystack.

But before the noise had completely subsided, the black figure had already rushed out of the haystack and rushed towards an alley like an arrow from a string.

In a few minutes, Kersmund was at the end of the long street, and in front of him was an intersection. Just as he hesitated to go left or right, or to go straight through the intersection and continue on his way. In the distance to his left, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves. The sound of horses' hooves was rapid, and it seemed that the riders were rushing towards them.

Looksmer immediately raised his vigilance, who could be the man who was riding this way in the quiet night?Marksmod did not dare to be careless, so he walked quickly to the left side of the street, leaned his body against the wall of a house, tilted his head sideways, and listened attentively, his right hand pressed against the hilt of the elite scimitar at his waist.

The sound of horses' hooves came from far and near, and soon reached this junction. I saw a white figure in the dark night, whizzing past this intersection and galloping straight forward.

Ksmerd looked at the white figure, a man in a white robe on a white horse, to be exact, speeding past him not far away, and then watched him disappear. Sensed only had time to see the man's back, a back that made him feel familiar.

With a slight recollection, Kersmund could recognize that this back was very similar to Enqi's. He couldn't help but wonder: Could this man be Enqi? If he was really Enqi, then where was he going on his horse? Looking at the direction he was going, it was not like going in a hurry, because this road was not the way out of the city.

He only knew that this road was the only way to the Kulau Arena, could it be that Enqi was going to the Arena?

According to what Minder knows about Enqi, Enqi is a cold and arrogant person, usually indifferent to the people and things around him, and rarely has anything to arouse his interest. But he is the only one who cares about Jamila, and as long as it is about Jamila, he can treat it warmly. He is Jamila's loyal bodyguard, and the place where he appears is most likely where Jamila is.

Enqi would not have been like Ekmerd who had nothing to do when he rode out on horseback because he couldn't sleep, like Ekmer - he certainly had a very clear purpose, and it wouldn't be because of any trivial matter. Kersmod couldn't help but think that Jamila might also be nearby, maybe she ran away from home like she did last time?

Thinking of the possibility of involving Jamila, Kersmoud immediately became concerned, so after a little thought, he quickly chased in the direction where the figure suspected of being Enqi was far away.

The figure that seemed to be Enqi was riding a horse and had already run a long distance. Kersmod couldn't regret that he didn't come out on horseback, so he just tried his best to chase after him.

Fortunately, the street was straight and long, and although the figure had run far away on horseback, Kersmund could still see where he was going, so that he would not lose the direction of pursuit.

The figure who seemed to be Enqi rode through the long straight street, then reined in his horse and turned to the right. Kersmed, who was far behind him, saw his turn and was sure where he was going. Because after walking through this street and turning right, you will find exactly where the Kulau Arena is located.

As Ksmod expected, this suspected figure of Enqi was going to the arena.

After the figure turned to the right and disappeared, Kersmund stepped up and chased after him. Less than two minutes later, he had run the street, and at the end of the street, he slowed down, leaned to the right side of the street, and then leaned against a wall, and quietly looked at the street to the right.

Grim saw the figure standing still at the entrance of the arena not far away, with his back to his position. In front of him, a figure was slowly walking towards his place, and Kersmode's attention was immediately drawn to the presence of this man.

When he looked closely, he saw that the man was short and thin, and seemed to be a woman, and he couldn't see what the person looked like because of the distance. Still, Kosmer was pretty sure that the woman wasn't Jamila.

As the woman approached slowly, the figure who seemed to be Enqi also dismounted, and then led the horse to a nearby stable, tied his horse to the stable, and walked out again, standing opposite the woman, as if talking to something.

As he led the horse, Kersmod saw the outline of his face, which was difficult to see, but it was enough for him to be sure that this man was Enqi. But what he didn't notice was that he was being targeted.