The detailed conversation lasted for a long time, from the evening to late at night, and Matilda Valen, who was standing outside the courtyard, waited really impatiently before Yang Long walked out with a blank face.

After a long conversation, the old butcher, who seemed to be in a trance, passed by the female warrior and continued to walk out of the alley, not paying any attention to the female slave.

Originally, she felt that Yang Long's demeanor was sick, and Matilda Valen didn't plan to ask for trouble to touch her head, but when she saw an indescribable look on the old butcher's face, the female warrior couldn't help but come up and ask, "My lord, you're here." ”

After hearing Matilda Valen's inquiry, Yang Long paused in his steps, and then continued to walk forward, until he took more than ten steps, and when the female warrior was hesitating to follow, she gave a faint order: "You stay here, I'll be out for a while and I'll come back." ”

"Yes, sir. Matilda Valen replied respectfully, finding a slightly clean spot and sitting down.

And after Yang Long gave the order, he easily walked out of the alley with his memory, and after walking straight out of the city gate, he was like a headless fly, slowly circling around the city of Tieling.

Although the scale of this city is not small, and it is built on a barren grassland, and the roads on the outskirts of the city are not smooth, it is very uncomfortable to walk, but Yang Long still walked around and circled until the sun rose above his head, and he was relieved from deep thought.

"I didn't expect my fate to be like this?!" Yang Long thought about what Wendsol said yesterday. The extreme shock in his heart still made him a little uneasy: "Could it be that I, who is a human being in two lives, will still do it for that reason?"

Wendsol's words last night completely subverted Yang Long's self-perception, and made him have a sense of fear for the choice made by his "future self" for some reason, and he is still a little frightened until now.

If he had heard this kind of "prophecy" of this mad marshal when he had just met with Wendsol, Yang Long would definitely be completely disdainful, and even suspect that everything was a trap carefully designed by the other party.

However, after living in the Stormwind Kingdom for such a while, I have read a lot about the magic of "prophecy". and the only "astral mage" in human history who can see the future clearly. The old butcher already believed in these mysterious things.

Perhaps because Wendsol's death was imminent, he couldn't see too many illusions about the future, and he didn't see Yang Long's so-called "fate" ending, so he could only get a prophecy that lasted about thirty or forty years.

But judging by what this mad marshal said. Although Yang Long's future has a lot of ups and downs. But on the whole, it was smooth sailing. Even if it is a distant and unknowable future, it will not necessarily have a tragic ending, but it is very likely that it will end in life.

But this passage can be regarded as a blessing prophecy. But Yang Long's involuntary fear generated irrepressible anger from the bottom of his heart, making the old butcher roar silently in his heart: "Fate?!How could my fate be decided early!"

From the time he came to the world of Azeroth until his exile to the Stormwind Kingdom, all kinds of strange things that Yang Long couldn't understand, and the unwillingness that had been pressing on Yang Long's heart and couldn't be vented, broke out completely in this one.

If everything is decided in advance, and everyone is part of the plan, then what is the meaning of such a life, and how can Yang Long feel proud of the peak of martial arts pursued in this way?!

Even if this kind of life is smooth sailing, even if such a day is really as Wendsol said, it is actually the yearning in his heart, so do you want Yang Long to bow to fate?

"No! never!" Yang Long gritted his teeth fiercely, and said slowly as if he were self-described: "I would rather die in my own way than live in the way others have set for me!"

After figuring this out, the resentment in Yang Long's heart weakened slightly, and after calming down, his thoughts became clearer, and he quickly thought of another possibility, and secretly thought: "There is another possibility, that is, what Wendsol said is all crazy!"

Although Yang Long already believed in the other party's prophecy from his own feeling, no matter what Yang Long wanted to do, he first had to make sure that everything was really as the mad marshal said, so that he could change the main points.

Change your own destiny!

"From Windsor's prophecy, the first turning point in my fate was after his death. Yang Long recalled the secret conversation between the two before, and quickly had a plan in his heart: "Then let me see the truth of fate for myself!"

After thinking about this, Yang Long temporarily stepped out of the shadow where everything was manipulated and controlled, looked up at the scorching sun overhead, and after identifying it around, he walked towards the area where Wendsol was.

As soon as he walked near the city gate, two familiar auras appeared within Yang Long's perception range, and after standing and waiting for less than three minutes, the transformed Wendsol accompanied Matilda Valen out of the city.

"Haha, Miss Matilda, I'm not wrong, am I?"

When the sharp-eyed marshal saw Yang Long, he walked straight over and said loudly to the female warrior, and also made a grimace and smiled: "Although your relationship with Mr. Grove is very special, it can still be seen that you care a lot about him!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Matilda Valen reprimanded loudly, and then looked at Yang Long as if she remembered something, and after finding that the old butcher did not mean anything, she said a little unnaturally: "My lord, are you okay?"

Obviously, when Yang Long was away, Wendsol must have said something to the female warrior, and maybe he also showed his pseudo-super-rank strength and marshal status, which made Matilda Valen believe some nonsense more or less.

Therefore, when Wendsol made a run, Matilda Valen naturally responded with words, but she did not show too domineering, and her attitude towards him unconsciously changed, and she actually showed concern for him for the first time.

You must know that the previous female warrior, even if she was completely controlled by Yang Long, wished that he would die sooner, but now there is a sudden change, instead of making the old butcher feel comfortable, there is some inexplicable nausea.

To be honest, this feeling is very bad, which makes Yang Long naturally think of the word "fate" and think of the predetermined fate.

"Hmph, what can I do?" laughed coldly, Yang Long glanced at Wen Der Thor who was squeezing his eyebrows, and didn't give the other party a chance to exert his god stick instinct, and asked directly: "Let's leave right away and go to Stormwind City!"

"Of course, I'm not ready?" said Wendthor without surprise, reaching out and pointing behind him.

The three tall horses were being held in the hands of a groom, and by perceiving Yang Long, it could be found that each of these war horses had the breath of a third-order creature, and they were obviously authentic regular legion war horses.

Riding this kind of war horse, it only takes twenty days at most to return to Stormwind City from Iron Ridge City.

Seeing these war horses that should have been prepared a few days ago, Yang Long's face became even more gloomy, but he didn't say anything more, walked to a war horse, turned over and drove towards the northeast.

Wendthor and Matilda Valen also rode on their horses, and the old butcher soon departed.

That is, at the same time as the three of them left, in a secret residence in the city of Iron Ridge.

An adventurer from the Starfire Guild, who looked to be less than thirty years old, was holding a magic communicator and reported to the core members on the other end of the communicator: "My lord, my subordinates have determined that Grofe has just left the city of Iron Ridge and is expected to be heading towards Stormwind City. ”

"You're doing a great job. A calm voice came from the magic communicator, and unconsciously revealed a hideous voice:

"Although the Evil God, Wei Ergang, and Little Meow Meow Branch Minister act privately, they are also excellent seedlings of our guild anyway, and they must not die in the hands of this guy so easily, this guy Grofe must die!"

(To be continued......)