When he hurriedly ran downhill and suddenly stopped, Lin Yuqing's ears were full of his own heavy wheezing and heartbeat.

The boy turned his head hesitantly and looked behind him again.

He seemed to see a faint five-colored light behind him by the afterglow just now, but now his eyes swept away, and there was still a quiet darkness in the distance. The half-collapsed shadow of the fortress seemed to be frozen in the night when it was half overturned.

The boy's breath squirted into the cool night of early autumn, and a faint white floated.

Would the High Priest tell Stuka the truth?

No...... Probably not. In order to save the Fang Kingdom, he was even willing to send 100,000 people to accompany him to the funeral, so what were a few lies? Isn't it easy for a person as smart and clever as him to come up with an excuse? Lin Yuqing bit his lip, hesitated for two seconds, and then ran towards the firelight where the army had gathered.

In this way, Stuka could not hold off the high priest for long. Once he returns to the army, he will definitely take action against himself and Ada—Lin Yuqing's mind is spinning, desperately thinking about what to do next.

First of all, take Ida away, and never let her be a hostage again!

Next, with the military strength and falling spirit of the Fang Kingdom, can you completely win this battle?

Lin Yuqing ran away, but was shrouded in panic.

On one side is a powerless sixteen-year-old boy with only one fallen spirit, and on the other side is a great battle that involves the fate of this continent with the power of 100,000 soldiers of the Fang Kingdom and the power of the alien race—it is incredible that his life should intersect with this night; what can he do so that this period of history does not slide into the abyss?

"Who!" a shout rang out from the front, and someone raised a torch: "Stop!"

It turned out that he had already run closer—Lin Yuqing paused hurriedly and shouted, "Which tribe's brother is it?"

Hearing the continental lingua franca, the patrol soldier's torch lowered slightly, reflecting a long face covered with stains: "You are not from Fangguo...... Who are you?"

"I'm a guest of the Blade Tribe, and I've been on the battlefield with you. Ah yes, the Fengyue Patriarch knows me, I ...... I'm in a hurry to find her!"

The soldier hesitated for a moment, let out a whistle, called a few other teammates, and then said to him, "Follow me." ”

Lin Yuqing gasped and took the opportunity to raise his eyes and look into the distance. It was a little higher up, and he could just see the fires of the Fangguo troops lining up in a row under the night, neatly extending from the bottom of the slope, illuminating into countless long straight lines of fire that filled the plain.

The collapse of the fortress was enough to crush and disrupt any army, and in just a short period of time, the Fangguo troops had quickly re-established order and organized their organization, and they were truly born warriors—

Lin Yuqing's admiration came to an abrupt end as he followed the patrolling soldier into the makeshift camp.

As he walked past rows and rows of soldiers, the boy unconsciously held his breath. There was no doubt about the ability of the army commander, but beneath the smooth and orderly appearance of the Fangguo troops, there was another heavy, indispersible thing, which was floating thickly between the breath and the eyebrows of the soldiers.

Almost everyone was praying in a whisper.

"I pray to you with the soul of a warrior ......"

“...... Mercy to your people, punishment to your enemies......"

"Your light will dispel the darkness ......"

Fragments of words poured into his ears intermittently and in a mixed manner as the boy passed through one tribal army after another.

The soldiers were immersed in prayer, with one hand on their chests and the other on the hilt of their swords, not even looking up as someone passed by. They were so religious, even by the standards of the people of the Fang, who had always been fanatics, that they were like men in a boat about to capsize, clutching at the side of the boat so that the joints were white—they were not afraid of death, but they were afraid that the ship would leave them.

When he had passed through the sound of prayer and the night breeze had cooled down again, the long-faced patrol soldier spoke to the young man, "The generals and the patriarchs are in a meeting ahead, and I will report it." ”

In fact, without him reporting, Lin Yuqing had already seen the back of the Fengyue Patriarch from a distance.

The situation of the Fang army was critical when they withdrew, and they could hardly bring anything with them except their weapons and a few torches, and the chiefs and generals were now just standing by a forest outside the camp and talking. As soon as the two of them approached, someone raised their voices and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The boy said he was in a hurry—"

"Patriarch Fengyue!" Before the soldier could finish speaking, the young man couldn't help but shout.

The long shadow in the crowd turned, and strode out of the shade, half of her burnt and shocking face reddened by the firelight.

Lin Yuqing had just taken two steps forward, but he stopped and looked at her in surprise.

Feng Yue's still intact eye, shining brightly under the torch, seemed to try to laugh, but when she looked at it with the burnt face on the other side, it was hard to recognize it as a smile.

"So you're fine. What's wrong?" her voice was hoarse from the smoke, and it became clearer after she coughed.

"Patriarch, you, your ......"

"Don't be petty," Feng Yue raised her voice slightly, "What's the urgency?"

Originally, the so-called urgency was just a pretext, but Lin Yuqing was a little speechless in the face of Fengyue at this moment-suppressing a slight and strange sense of apology, he finally gritted his teeth and said, "I want to ask you to take me to see Ada!"

Even if he was trained, Lin Yuqing recognized it. But he never expected that Feng Yue was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically, "Where is Ada? Shouldn't she be with you?"

"No—didn't you—did you find Ada?" the boy stammered, not thinking for a moment that Ida might still be missing, "Stuka said clearly...... By the way, you've discovered the White Springs Tribe......"

Before he could finish his sentence, another deep voice interrupted him.

"Who is this kid?"

Hearing this, the patriarchs turned around and revealed the man who was speaking behind them. The man's features were so stained with blood and dust that he couldn't even see clearly, his armor was covered with sword cuts and slashes, and his voice was equally hoarse—as if he had been shouting at the top of his throat for too long. Lin Yuqing was stunned, immediately recognized his voice, and shouted softly: "You are the general!"

If it weren't for this tall and thin man, I'm afraid that Fang Guo wouldn't be able to preserve so much power at all. He put aside life and death in the chaos, and single-handedly pulled the Fang army back from the brink of collapse again and again, he is really a remarkable person - after seeing the alien Cash, Lin Yuqing even felt an indescribable gratitude to the human general in front of him.

After Feng Yue whispered his origin, the tall and thin general let out an "oh", and his eyes suddenly lit up in blood: "You are the one on the high platform with the high priest!

Lin Yuqing was shocked, and was blinded by the eyes of everyone present.

"Speak," I don't know which patriarch urged.

The boy felt as if his thoughts had been torn apart and rolled into a whirlpool, and his mind was chaotic for a moment—should he tell the truth? Is it possible for them to believe it? If not, what will happen?

If only there was a force in the world that could make people see the consequences of their every choice.

Taking a deep breath, Lin Yuqing finally said with a pale face, "I...... I do not know. I and the high priest were scattered. ”

The disappointment of everyone was almost beyond words.

"We did find the White Springs tribe, but Ida wasn't with them, and they had all been summoned by the god of war. Feng Yue sighed and nodded at the young man, "This night...... You're tired, go get some rest, and we'll let you know as soon as we find Ada. ”

Maybe it was because he was shocked too much tonight, but Lin Yuqing was not surprised at all. He stood dumbfounded, and heard the long-faced soldier who had not left coming towards him, and was about to take him back—the patriarchs had already turned their heads.

He can't go yet!

Lin Yuqing clearly floated this thought in his heart, but he couldn't think of how to stay and what he could do if he stayed, just when he shook his shoulder and shook off the soldier's hand on his shoulder, a whisper from the patriarch drifted into his ears with the wind: "If you want me to see, you can't wait any longer......

What are you waiting for?

The boy frowned tightly, not even listening to the soldier's "Let's go!" Seeing that he should not, the soldier grabbed Lin Yuqing's arm and was about to pull him away, but the young man suddenly struck a spirit, realizing that among the most powerful leaders of the Fang Country in front of him, there was a group of people who were missing the most important people.

"General, Patriarch!" a thought had already taken shape as the boy was half-dragged backwards, and he cried out in a loud voice, "Where are the priests?

"Wait," the tall and thin general called out to the soldier, his slender eyes turning to Lin Yuqing. "Why do you say that?"

"I guess," Lin Yuqing gasped, and as he replied, he couldn't help but think in his heart, if it was Cash or Yukai, maybe he would have figured this out a long time ago—"Let me see the remains of the White Springs Tribe!"

In the astonishment of the patriarchs, the general looked at it but was not too surprised. He just frowned, looked at the boy and asked, "Why?"

"Misfortune befell the priests, naturally, because of a foreign trap. Since they know that they want to eliminate the power of their opponents to summon falling spirits, they must also protect their own falling spirits, so that they can have an advantage—otherwise, won't it be a waste of effort? I saw the White Springs tribe with my own eyes when I was in Valhalla, General, how many White Springs corpses have you found?"

The patriarchs glanced at each other, and the tall and thin general sighed, wiped his face, and pulled out a few stains on a tired face: "Thirty-two." ”

Lin Yuqing paused for a few seconds, "There are at least forty live mouths they have caught." ”

In the low uproar of the patriarchs, the general shouted, "Let him come!" - Lin Yuqing swallowed his saliva and walked over slowly, his palms covered with sweat.

"I'm worried about whether or not the aliens have fallen spirits," the general asked, "what do you know?"

Lin Yuqing did not rush to answer, but forced himself to calm down, thinking about the battle situation for a while like Cash or the High Priest. Under the arrangement of several forces layer by layer, the situation is now complicated, and the clever idea that he was originally proud of seems to be too insufficient-

"General, as things stand, you want to pass through the fortress and join the army in front of you, right? The fortress has finally stabilized, in case it is defeated by them again, then our troops will have to be buried in it......" The young man thought for a while, and finally figured out a clue, seeing that the general really nodded, and asked again: "How many alien races have survived from tonight's battle?"

Sooner or later, a 100,000-strong army of aliens would come to the city, but the 50,000 fangs outside the checkpoint and this part of the fangs army were stopped in two by a precarious fortress. If the army is not assembled in time, the army outside will not be able to resist the aliens on their own.

The tall and thin general exhaled and opened his mouth.

"Tonight's chaos, once in a hundred years in history, we were able to get out of it in good condition, which cannot but be said to be the blessing of the god of war. It's a different story for interracial races...... In the process of fighting and fleeing, they fled and died, and there was not much left in the level. After we consolidated our army, we conducted another raid in the vicinity to wipe out the remnants of the aliens, but we did not find their leader. Even if the leader only had a few soldiers left, as long as it still had a falling spirit, the consequences it could cause were unimaginable. ”

"We had already taken great risks as we passed through the half-collapsed fortress, and we simply could not afford to be ambushed by the fallen spirits. We were a little lucky, and we guessed that the aliens might not have any fallen spirits in their hands, but when you say that, it seems that they still have at least eight or nine fallen spirits in their hands?"

"Yes, I've counted!" Lin Yuqing said this, for fear that the general would not know about Valhalla, so he hurriedly said it from the beginning, "I also know the host of Glory, a big blackbeard, and it is very tightly protected...... I can go and see which of the hosts of the fallen spirits have died, and the general can make plans later. ”

The tall and thin general waved his hand, not showing surprise, but frowned tightly, and asked someone to take Lin Yuqing to identify the body.

Among the corpses left by the Baiquan tribe, there was no big black beard in Lin Yuqing's impression, which meant that the glory of the god of war must still be somewhere in the night, and he didn't know what kind of action he was planning. Thinking of the characters behind this battle, none of them were easy to get along with, Lin Yuqing couldn't help but sigh deeply.

By the time he returned to the edge of the grove, the atmosphere had become tense again. Three or five heralds shuttled back and forth between the patriarch and the tribal army, and a few arguments that erupted from time to time among the leaders had already startled the night birds that roosted in the forest. Before he returned to the general's side, Lin Yuqing had already heard an elderly patriarch shouting at his own soldiers: "If you go to search again, I won't believe it! Tens of thousands of people, one person digging a piece of land, can also lift up this place, now you can't find a foreign race, are you embarrassed?"

Seeing that the soldier's face turned blood-red and ran back with a bang, Lin Yuqing slowly bit his lip.

If the High Priest learns that the alien forces have prevailed now, I wonder what he will do, and if he goes back to Yu Kai now, maybe what will he do......

As soon as the young man had this idea, he immediately pinched himself fiercely, and a red blood path suddenly appeared on his skin - no matter what Yue Kai did, it would only make both sides perish together!

"General Cangfeng!" Lin Yuqing thought for a moment, and finally walked towards the tall and thin general, and whispered.

The tall and thin general turned his head, his eyes frighteningly red in the firelight. He rubbed his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I had an idea, but maybe it was too child's play...... I—I can't say it. ”

"You say. "Treating this foreign boy, General Cangfeng is rarely pleasant.

"If the Fang army can't get through, why don't you let the foreign army in?" Lin Yuqing asked cautiously, "I haven't led troops into battle, I just thought so...... If we let the troops retreat and lure the aliens into the fortress, we will blast down a few more walls with the Falling Spirit, and they will be the ones buried inside. If the two parts of the army are well coordinated, the division of troops will become an advantage, just enough to be able to flank the front and rear, and take advantage of the alien exodus to flee—"

Before he finished his words, General Cangfeng shook his head and let out a long sigh.

"I thought of the idea, but I didn't even bring it up to discuss with the patriarchs. Because to tell you the truth, we don't have fallen spirits anymore. He smiled bitterly, "Who would have thought that the Fang Kingdom army backed by Valhalla would one day not even be able to find a fallen spirit...... Now the whereabouts of the high priest are unknown, and there is really little hope for him to fight against aliens and fallen spirits with only manpower. ”

Lin Yuqing was stunned for a moment, and then felt a hot torrent rushing up from his veins - this was a great opportunity for him to sabotage the other party's plan before the high priest returned!

"I have a fallen spirit!" said the young man urgently, his voice a little sharpened for a moment.

General Cangfeng was startled and looked him up and down. "You're a Fallen Soul Messenger?"

"Yes, Nagarjuna may not be able to fight against eight or nine fallen spirits, but it can be responsible for destroying the fortress......" After blurting out this idea, Lin Yuqing thought about it carefully, but felt that it was not bad: "Of course, you have to send someone to deliver a message to the front line immediately." ”

General Cangfeng's eyes lit up, and he patted Lin Yuqing on the shoulder heavily, and said with a smile: "Great, great!" He lowered his head and thought about it, and then said: "Don't worry, I promise you, we will definitely send a team to check the inside of the fortress again, confirm that there are no aliens, and then let you and Nagarjuna go in and ambush." ”

Lin Yuqing lowered his gaze and didn't make a sound, just silently called out Nagarjuna, which still maintained the appearance of a black ball, glanced up at its host, turned around, and jumped onto the shoulders of General Cangfeng.

General Cangfeng was stunned for a moment, but he was a little at a loss: "What?"

"General, within a certain range, the fallen spirit can move autonomously without leaving the host, you also know this. I'll leave it to you...... Don't let Nagarjuna get hurt. The young man said in a loud voice.

"You're not going?"

"I can't go, I have another thing to do. Lin Yuqing glanced up at the night sky, and his voice was low.

The light of the stars had been obscured by the smoke so that it was almost invisible, and only the darkness of the night. The historian's words seem to be still clearly audible - "And you, my dear child, may make a splash in the torrent of history!"

He had done everything he could, making a splash as he fought against the torrent. After it falls back into the river, where will he be pushed by the turbulent fate that follows?