Night falls.

Judy held her sword on the ground and stared silently at the sky in front of her and the bright moon in the night sky. The girl's long fiery red hair shook incessantly under the night wind, as if it was burning, dancing flames.

"Hoo ........."

Whenever she sees this beautiful full moon, Judy can't help but think of her past, her country, her people, the great people who once used the moon as their banner. Hundreds of years later, she has become a small fragment in the dust of history, and she herself is under a vicious curse and has no way to leave this world.

But that's about it.

The girl's calm heart lake did not ripple with longing, and as one of the strongest warriors ever, Judy had long since learned how to control her mood. As a warrior, you are best equipped to have a passion like fire and a fighting spirit like ice. This is exactly what Judy asks of and thinks about herself, and even when she is a geist, she remains calm, never breaking down like her companions, struggling and suffering under the curse. That's pointless, as a warrior, you have to fight all the time. Fight with nature, fight with the enemy, fight with yourself. These will all become a part of the warrior's life, in her blood, forever.

But, even so, Judy is still a teenage girl.

She blinked, retracted her thoughts, and looked at the dim valley before her, where in the moonlight, the already complex river looked more like a large spider's web of shadows, in which the murderous hunters were hiding, ready to go out to catch the foolish prey that had fallen into the net.

So, who's the hunter? Who's the prey?

The corners of Judy's mouth turned up slightly, drawing a beautiful arc, and then disappeared immediately. The beautiful, youthful face reined in the youthful aura that belonged to a girl, and was replaced by the calm, indifferent expression of an experienced warrior. Looking at the full moon hanging high in the night sky in front of her, Judy couldn't help but think of that night that she will never forget.

It was the same white moonlight, reflecting each other with the hazy soul mist, exuding a light and bright brilliance. The souls that had lost their minds and only relied on instinct to vent their anger and dissatisfaction have regained their former peace. Standing in front of them was a dark-haired, young man.

"Would you like to join me?"

His voice was not loud, but it drowned out the noise of all the souls present.

"I can't guarantee that you will be able to enjoy the freedom you want, but I can give you another limited freedom, at least, I believe it is far better than what is happening. ”

That was Judy and the others, the first meeting with Yuren.

For her new owner, Judy's heart is also very complicated at first. As he said, as a knight, Yuren didn't know any spells, and there was no way to lift the curse in the souls' bodies, allowing them to turn into Manna again, forget their pain and return to the river of life. However, he could give these geyers a form of existence, so that they could at least obtain a limited degree of freedom in this world in a physical way, but even then, they were almost reaching their limits.

Thinking of this, Judy lowered her head and looked at her palms, which were no different from the ones she remembered. Unlike the girl's soft and white palm, it was already covered with a thick layer of grinding cocoons. This body condensed by Mana and embodied is a completely faithful reproduction of the body in the girl's memory, without the slightest difference.

However, things are not so simple.

Judy can feel that many sisters are about to reach their limits, and although they have regained their sanity, the passage of time is an existence that even souls cannot escape, and as time passes, their rational surnames begin to gradually crumble. Although by transforming into the lives of ordinary people, it is possible to retain one's own feelings and thoughts. However, when all this is gone, the spirits will inevitably go through the process of "death" again. And in this long time, this process is constantly repeated, so even the dragon is afraid that it will be difficult to continue to maintain.

What choice will you make?

Judy couldn't help but think of that face again, although that face changed with the passage of time, but on the inside, it had never changed - that grace, confidence, pride, smile that held everything in his hands was his hallmark. Judy believed that Yulian probably already knew the current situation of his sisters, and maybe they could last another hundred or two hundred years. But what happens after that? What will become of them?

What will become of you?

"Judy?"

Hearing this familiar voice, Judy couldn't help but subconsciously make a trace of a trance, and then she suddenly came back to her senses, and then quickly stood up, clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands, and used the cold coolness to drive away the confusion in her mind, and at the same time subconsciously bit her lip, and then replied in her heart.

"Yes, Your Excellency. ”

As Yuren's contract, the geists all have the ability to make a psychic connection with Yuren, and Judy is naturally not surprised.

"You've arrived at your booking destination?"

"Yes, Your Excellency, we are currently resting in place while awaiting your orders. ”

"Good. ”

Through a psychic connection, Judy could see Yuren nodding in satisfaction, which made her feel a wave of pride. This is the recognition and satisfaction of the warrior with his or her duty.

"We've got signposts on the road, you can get moving, I think, you know how. ”

"Yes, Your Excellency. ”

Although she was happy, Judy didn't show it, she just answered calmly as always, and then quickly cut off the heart-to-heart connection. Then the girl stood up, looked around, raised her right hand, and waved it down.

The shadows began to boil. Then, with a low roar, the orcs gathered into a black river, led down the river by that bit of fiery red.

Pounced into the great web of shadows.

"Judy has already left. ”

Yuren withdrew the telepathic communication and spoke, looking to his side. The twin sisters, as always, kept their eyes wide open and watched themselves quietly. The pair were as full of trust and dependence in their eyes as ever, and Charlotte stood by her side with her smile as always. Everything is the same as before, nothing has changed -- perhaps that's not true. After all, things change, and it's the same now.

"Well, then, it's time for us to go, Lord Yuren. ”

Offariel combed her long hair, and then spoke, she looked at the river valley below with a hint of concern, her expression a little anxious - it is no wonder that when Rand and the others were caught by those one-eyed monsters, the most nervous person was the former princess, if it wasn't for Charlotte to stop her, I'm afraid she would have rushed down to save people. After all, this is also the first time that Her Royal Highness has seen her soldiers being buried like this, and if she hadn't seen it, then maybe she would have been reluctantly acceptable. But now, the soldiers were being defeated and captured right under their noses, and they couldn't do anything themselves, which was very uncomfortable for Ofarir. But even so, she restrained her emotions and complied with Yuren's orders. It's just that O'Fariel is still a little dissatisfied with Yulian's actions.

"Deliberately burying his own soldiers is not the work of a wise commander. ”

"In my hometown, there is a saying about soldiers, and it is said that if a good general wants to win, he must love his soldiers like children. ”

At this, Yuren paused, and then, he looked directly into Offariel's eyes.

"Using soldiers like mud is the style it should be. ”

"Use soldiers like mud ........."

Hearing this, Ofaril couldn't help but tremble subconsciously, she hadn't heard this sentence, but she vaguely understood its meaning. It was an indescribable fear and chill that went deep into the marrow, as if the icy night wind was radiating its energy at this moment. It's a shiver.

"On the battlefield, a soldier is a soldier, they are just a unit, a symbol. A chess piece responsible for winning the game, and whether this piece survives to the end depends only on its role and luck, nothing more. The difference is that a good general will win while he is dead, while a stupid general will only gain defeat while he is dead. ”

With this, Yulian closed his mouth, and then he gently pulled the reins from his hand and shifted direction.

"This is your first lesson as an adjutant, write it down, Miss O'Faryl. ”

Hearing this, Ofaril was silent for a moment, then sighed softly.

"I always thought that only politics was the most evil and dirty thing in the world. ”

"War is just cruel, not dirty. Of course, evil is not easy to say, it depends on how it is defined. ”

You Lian raised his eyebrows and replied, it was obvious that Her Royal Highness the former princess was thinking off topic again.

That's the difference between the two, and what they have in common is that the loser will never recover. ”

With that, Julien reached out to Ofariel, a sign that the operation was about to begin.

"So, we have to do everything we can so that we don't fail, don't we?"

"You're right, Lady Yuren. ”

O'Faryl smiled wryly, then nodded slightly and took the right hand that Yuren had outstretched.

"We have only one path, and we don't know where you want it to go, but at the moment, we have no choice. ”

(To be continued)