The closer you get to the fortress, the heavier the smell of blood and smoke in the air, so sticky that it can't be dissolved, and it flows sluggishly in the night.

The half-collapsed fortress stood in the middle of the mountain pass, cutting the sea of quicksand in front of it and the land of the Fang Country behind it. In the midst of the scuffle, most of the Fang's troops in the checkpoint were forced to retreat backwards, and even after the fortress was weakened, this part of the army still did not find a chance to return to the front line and join up with the garrison of the Sea of Quicksand.

The army set up a foot one or two miles outside the fort to reorganize, search, and clear it, and hundreds of torches lit up the night sky in the distance, making it seem that the fort was immersed in a deep darkness.

After all, it had only just stopped collapsing—the Fang's army was still watching, not daring to set foot on a large scale again in this land that once belonged to them.

Lin Yuqing ran all the way into the darkness from a distance, stopping beyond the half-collapsed shadow of the fortress gate, looking around as if looking for someone. He whispered a few words of "Stuka," and the empty night remained silent, without a single response, and the boy reluctantly spun around a few more times, and at last stomped his foot, turned and ran away in the other direction.

Looking at his back and running into the night, the historian lazily unfolded a roll.

It sat under a tree, in the shade of it, and if it hadn't moved, it would have been almost impossible to see that there was a living thing here. A pale hand was hanging from a branch above its head, and the back of the hand was carved with the tattoo of the White Springs tribe.

Historians have been sitting here for a night. It didn't participate in the melee, but just sat there watching the fortress catch fire and collapse, watched the Fang army flee, watched the High Priest and Stuka rush into the fortress one after another, and watched the bands of Fang soldiers search for aliens......

Things in the world sometimes go wrong like this—if Lin Yuqing had stayed for five more minutes just now, or walked a few more steps here, the night might have gone completely differently.

Lin Yuqing's back had just disappeared, and a black shadow came out from behind the trees.

The voice asked in a low voice, "Are you still sitting here?"

"Great Chief," the historian said, gesturing his ass to make way for the visitor, "you're still here." ”

"Call me Cash, I'm not the Grand Leader until I'm back in charge. ”

The tall black shadow sat down under the tree, its tail neatly coiled around its body. He tilted his head, glanced at the man hanging from the tree, looked at the historian again, and said, "Your host was hung up by glory, isn't it?

Glory has always been kind to the historian, and even if the historian didn't act with it this time, he still didn't think it was upset, and thoughtfully hid its unconscious host in a tree.

"The place where history took place is here. ”

"You always say history ......," Cash wrinkled the skin of his forehead slightly in the shade of the trees, "what is the history of humanity and our Sand Clan, and what does it have to do with you as a fallen spirit?"

The historian let out a sigh of relief and chuckled: "No matter who the characters are, history itself is a fascinating thing. I don't care about you two races either—well, it seems a bit rude to say that, but what really interests me is just random accidents that have been formed into a trickle by some kind of power in the dark. ”

Cash tilted his head, silent for a moment, as if he didn't quite understand what it was saying.

"You're one of the most amazing mutations in the Sand Clan, but with all due respect, Grand Chief, you're still restrained by your own life form. The historian laughed.

"I want to hear about it. ”

"How did you get interested in my useless ideas?"

Cash chuckled lowly, hissing behind his throat with the danger of a predatory race. "You and I are very clear about this reason. Glory suddenly reversed itself and broke off our cooperation, and although we were able to get together and disperse, it still took the other Fallen Spirits with it...... You're the only one left here. Of course I'm going to have a good talk with you. ”

"I don't know why Glory regrets it. ”

"I don't care why it repents. "I knew it had other plans, but I didn't expect it to suddenly go at this juncture." But it's a foregone conclusion, and since I can't change it, I naturally have to change according to the situation. You're the only one who has fallen into the Spirit, and I want to know what you think so I can get your help. ”

"Great Chief, you are so honest that you are annoying. The historian laughed, looked around, and asked, "...... of those pro-soldiers of yours?"

"It's useless to take them with you now, it just increases the risk of discovery," Cash said with an impassive expression, "At my command, they took the initiative to meet the Fang Patrol team, and they were all killed. ”

The historian sighed, as if not too surprised.

It was silent for a few seconds before it spoke, "Great Chief, if you want to find a fallen spirit to help you cross the blockade of the Fang Kingdom and return to the Sea of Quicksand, then you will be disappointed. It's not just that I'm not willing to fight, I'm not a fallen spirit fit to fight. I can talk to you for a moment, though. ”

In the dim shade of the trees, Cash's expression was dim, except for a pair of gray eyes that shimmered slightly. He paused for a long time, and finally held back his disappointment, and said in a dumb voice, "What do you want to tell me?"

"I'd like to tell you a little bit about me. The historian said leisurely, "It looks like you and I are sitting on this land, right?"

Cash nodded.

"But it's not like that. I'm actually on the other line, and I call it time. I sit in time, surrounded by endless, fragmentary possibilities. You can imagine that they are scattered in my universe like stars...... When I looked to the left, only the stars were still lit up, and everything else was dark. That line is a history made up of a series of accidents that have already happened in the past. When I look to the right—"

At this point, the historian turned his long face to Cash, and his eyes seemed to be whitened by something in this direction, and gradually lit up with a silvery light, which flowed in the night.

"There are shining stars on the right...... Because the right side is the future, all contingencies are equally possible, so they are all still lit. ”

Cash sat up straight.

"For example, in the country of fangs, some little girls would wear colored beads out of string and make them into headdresses. If you can sit on time like I do, you will realize that race, honor and disgrace, land...... This is only a small part of a certain bead. I could see every bead, but I couldn't see the string. How the string goes forward, and which star will connect to the historical line, is what I care about. ”

"In other words, you can see all kinds of future possibilities?"

Cash couldn't hold back his excitement any longer, and suddenly turned over and sat up, finally understanding why Glory would be polite to the fallen spirit in front of him, "You're a prophet!"

"No, I'm not, I'm just a historian. The Fallen Spirit corrected dryly, "What the soothsayers try to predict is something unpredictable. What they wanted to see was the string. ”

The alien leader ignored its words, and only asked anxiously, "Tell me, is there a possibility in the future that I have indeed crossed the blockade of the Fang army and returned to my Sand army?"

"Yes, but there are many, many more ...... in front of that star."

Cash interrupted, "I don't need to know anything else, I just need to know what I need to do to lead me to the ultimate possibility!"

The historian looked at him for a few seconds before slowly asking, "Great Chief, no matter what you do, it doesn't mean that your fate will go in the direction you want." If other possibilities become a reality......"

"You don't understand," Cash shook his head, and Long Tail swept a few times behind him, whitting up a puff of dust, "I am naturally superior to my countrymen, and naturally I have taken on greater responsibilities than theirs. Whatever happens in the future, what needs to be done, I have to do it. So I don't care if there are any other beads or stars, I just need you to tell me which possibility I can use now!"

The historian thought for a moment and turned his head to look to its right.

It was nothing more than a yellow, sparse patch of grass—it stared in that direction for a moment, its eyes growing silvery white. The historian, turning his gaze as if looking at something that did not exist, replied, "In a moment there will be a group of soldiers from the Fang Kingdom coming down this slope and heading towards the fortress." You wait around there, listen to their conversation, and you can at least make sure that the stars are lit up on the first step. ”

Cash looked shocked, turned around and was about to walk towards the back of the forest, but just after taking a step, he paused again, turned his head and asked, "What is our conversation tonight...... Is it one of your 'stars'?"

"Of course. The falling spirit thought for a moment and said softly, "Great Chief, you don't have many choices on the road ahead, but there are many accidents. I don't know what will happen next, I can only wish you good luck. ”

The tall alien was silent, nodded to the historian, and then strode into the forest, and the figure quickly melted into the darkness.

The turquoise fallen spirit still sat in the old place, stretching its body that had been curled up for a long time and was a little sore.

Its senses were not acute, but it had chosen a good position: it sat on a gentle slope with a grove of trees, which happened to be between the fortress and the Fang's army, and in the blink of an eye it could see everything in the land.

The group of Fangguo soldiers with torches and weapons on their backs gradually approached from afar. The faces of the soldiers were reflected in the flickering firelight, and a few of the warriors who looked like they were ten men long, frowning and whispering something as they went—historians were not as strong as the other fallen spirits, and could not hear them very clearly.

But it's not it that needs to be heard, it's Cash, who doesn't know where to hide.

The group of soldiers walked down the slope, carrying swords and entering the fortress on guard. After a long time, they emerged from the half-collapsed gate of the fortress and set out on the way they had come—this time, the warriors looked much more relaxed.

"Now it's okay!" their conversation became a little louder as if relieved, and a faint voice came through the air, "There's nothing in there, we can get the fallen spirit in ambush right now...... The god of war still protects us......"

"By the way, the fire is all out, isn't it?" I saw a burst of light as I entered...... a voice suddenly asked, and as they walked away, the other warriors' answers were drowned out by the footsteps.

The group of soldiers was in a hurry to go back and report to General Cangfeng and the patriarch, so they hurried and soon disappeared. When they were gone, the historian slowly circled under another tree, looked down, and saw a tall figure with a tail quietly emerging from the woods.

Cash seemed to glance up in the direction of the historian as he passed the gentle slope, and then swooped down on the fort with a brisk movement.

For Cash, who was single-handed, it would have been an almost impossible task to pass through the 50,000 Fangguo troops surrounded outside the fortress and enter the sea of quicksand - but General Cangfeng and Lin Yuqing probably never dreamed that just because of the conversation between several soldiers during the mission, their "empty city plan" became Cash's only chance to escape.

When the 50,000 Fangguo troops outside retreated and hid from the front of the fortress, it was undoubtedly equivalent to opening an opening. A single Fallen Spirit can't keep an eye on the entire fortress, and if Cash can hide his tracks and seize the opportunity, he can escape back to the Sea of Quicksand before the humans find him—after which the humans can only watch as the alien leader re-leads his army to the end.

Finally, Cash ducked down by the half-collapsed gate and disappeared inside.

The historian exhaled and looked to the other side—not far away, the shadow of a young man was facing away from the half-collapsed gate of the fortress, moving farther and farther away from it, not noticing anything unusual behind him.

This night was really anxious and dazed for Lin Yuqing.

He searched for Ida for a long time, thinking of going inside the fortress again, but he happened to meet the soldiers who had just finished searching the fortress on the way.

After hearing that the fortress in the checkpoint was also empty, the boy was so anxious and depressed that although he was still walking towards the fortress, he was walking more and more slowly—he finally sat down with a "bang" when he passed a gentle slope, and was stunned.

He didn't know where he was sitting, and he was only a hundred steps away from the historian. The Teal Fall didn't call out to him, just watched his back quietly in the darkness.

If he sat down like this, he would be spotted as soon as Cash showed up. However, just as the alien leader was about to walk out of the forest and appear in Lin Yuqing's field of vision, the young man suddenly let out a long sigh and stood up.

"Forget it, let's go back. He muttered.

If the boy followed the path of the search party, he would also run into Cash head-on, who was walking towards the fortress, but Lin Yuqing thought about it, turned around and walked out slowly in the other direction - he chose to take a shortcut back to the fang.

In this way, unbeknownst to Cash himself, he was on the verge of being discovered, and successfully submerged into the fortress.

The historian let out a long breath. Cash's escape seemed inevitable.

At this moment, the earth, which was shrouded in the deep darkness of the night, suddenly trembled slightly.

This tremor was fleeting, and almost no one noticed it.

A stream of five-colored light suddenly lit up among the broken stones of the fortress, and then disappeared between the ruins before the night could be lightened, and then the earth suddenly became furious—only to hear a boom, and the black shadow of the fortress shook and finally could not stop collapsing, and the quicksand and rolling stones crashed towards the earth like thunder.

The ground was smashed and trembled, and thick smoke and dust billowed up, and for a moment the ears were faintly numb—the generals and patriarchs of the Fang Kingdom hurriedly gathered their troops in panic and withdrew a long distance, and the soldiers retreated as they watched their checkpoints turn into pieces and powder in the dark night.

Only a person who was not too far from the fortress could see the five-colored light that suddenly lit up between the broken walls just now - Lin Yuqing, who was staggering backwards, was stunned, and then his face turned pale.

He had only seen that kind of five-colored light on the High Priest's fallen spirit.

If the high priest was in the fortress, then Stuka must have been in it, what happened between the two of them, why didn't they return to the army, but entered the fortress instead, and why they avoided the search party—this series of questions flashed through Lin Yuqing's heart; before the boy had time to think deeply, he had already rushed towards the fortress.

Nagarjuna didn't follow him, he rushed into the crumbling fortress alone, and he was so reckless that he almost wanted to die—but the last thing Lin Yuqing was afraid of was taking risks.

The historian let out a leisurely sigh as he watched the boy swing nimbly into the fortress like a fish from a crumbling stone wall. It glanced to its right, and its eyes lit up with silver again, only this time, it seemed fainter than before.

Because all the possibilities of the future that contained Cash were dimmed from the moment the fortress collapsed.

"Let's go, Grand Chief. It whispered.