A few days ago

As Tandra silently placed the letter in his hand on the table, many in the hall held their breath. Because just this morning, when everyone woke up, they found that Soveran had disappeared, and he was not found in the entire inn. After this, Solam handed over a letter from Soveran to a very anxious Tandra, and so the current scene was born.

However, old Sean and the others did not relax there, because they saw the twisted brows on Tandra's face, and the bulging gums on the cheeks, which were clenched. The solemn atmosphere weighed on everyone's hearts, no one would speak at this time, but they all knew very well that something was wrong, and it was a big deal.

After a long time, a muffled voice echoed through the hall, and Tandra raised his head and fixed his gaze on the black figure wrapped in a cloak beneath the pillars. "Where did you send Sovereign?"

"Windy Cliffs!" replied Solam, who was leaning against the pillars, very crisply, but was met with a few gasps. Apparently, among the people standing in the hall, there were people who had heard of the name, and Aemond was one of them. He hadn't expected Sollam to send Sovereign to Windcliff, but then he pressed his palm to his forehead - you shouldn't be telling my father the truth, he said to himself.

Sure enough, as soon as Soram's words fell, a fierce and incomparably fierce energy erupted from Tandra's body, accompanied by a sword light that rose from the ground, and the long table in the hall split in two with a piercing roar!

"Dang!"

The sound of the weapons crashing together tore everyone's eardrums, and in the panicked eyes of everyone, two figures flew out of the guest hall one after the other!

The heavy greatsword went straight forward in the air, and the pitch-black cloak flew with the strong wind and hunted! In an instant, a dark golden streamer flashed on Tandra's body, and exploded in all directions, in contrast to this. Solam's figure retreated sharply backwards, releasing an incomparably thick gray aura!

Almost at the same time, two huge circular enchantments quickly opened beneath their feet, crashing to the ground with a bang. Unlike previous situations, this time. They seemed to use all their strength, and the two enchantments of different colors actually crushed the gravel on the shore, like a brand, carved into the earth!

In the midst of this two-color enchantment, two pinnacle warriors representing their respective beliefs. The golden rune storm and the gray air mass tore at the air around them, and countless streamers flickered and collided with the thick smoke miasma, and finally shattered into ash at the same time.

The weapons in their hands blurred their original figures in the power and speed, and only exploded with a thunderous sound in the constant collision! The sound alarmed the nearby lake, the moonrise forest in the morning sun, and the birds rose into the sky, screaming and scattering, and the beasts that had once roared in the forest, they bowed down. Want to escape this storm!

Everyone in the hall rushed out, even the Ranger General Anatol and his men rushed to the scene as soon as possible. But it's destined to be a battle that no one can meddle in. Some, such as the remaining Kanan and Solam's men, were completely shocked by Tandra's strength and ability to rival their commanders. Some, like Thomas and Kuhl, are more worried about whether Tandra will get hurt and Essaoweran's safety.

Others, like Anatol, who watched the battle. There was some hesitation in his heart. Is the help provided to Solam right or wrong? As for Old Sean and Orr Kane with his staff, they just watched silently, because they knew that as soon as the mystery was revealed. There is no way to avoid this battle.

But there are also people who think differently from everyone else. Aemond's eyes as he stared at Tandra and Soram were as bright as the stars in the night sky, and the palm on the hilt of the sword trembled unconsciously, as if simulating what kind of offensive or defensive means he should or take if it were him. It's a rare opportunity to be able to witness a duel between the strong and the strong like this. Maybe not a few times in his life, he is studying, studying like crazy.

In the dazzling light, the battle between the two continued. As soon as Solam's sword shattered the curtain of light that Tandra was condensing in front of him, the weapons in their hands were once again wrenched together.

The blade of the greatsword slashed into the opponent's shoulder, and after being blocked by Solamga, Tandra suddenly took a step forward and smashed a fist-sized sword ball into Solam's left chest. Swinging his arm to block again, but Tandra's move had changed, as if he had expected the other party to have such a defensive method, Tandra suddenly pressed the giant sword and drew two golden sword rays in front of him.

There were two crisp sounds in a row, and just as Soram, with his quick reaction, successfully defused Tandra's attack, Tandra suddenly picked up the giant sword, drew a larger arc of light around him, and slashed down heavily - this was the real all-out blow he had hidden behind the false move!

At this moment, Solam suddenly raised his head, and stared at the roaring blade with his eyes hidden under the hood! Then the two edges staggered and met it!

With a loud bang, Tandra's greatsword stopped, between the intersecting blades!But his attack didn't end there, "Come again!" he roared, and in a cloud of scattered sparks, he pulled back his blade and slammed it down again, but this time, instead of the blade, he used the entire rough blade!

Soram laughed, laughing loudly, as if the other party's approach was just what he wanted. With a hard grip of his left hand, the gray qi that shaped into a long knife changed, and a boiling wall of fog opened in front of him!

"Boom!"

A loud sound like a cloud cracking stone exploded in the sky above the valley, and the unparalleled power set off an undulating wave on the ground in front of Tandra, and the next moment, countless gravel, dirt, and grass stalks, along with the wall of fog that was torn apart in an instant, exploded like a squeezed wave.

In the midst of the splashing dirt, a black figure suddenly flashed, dodged a deadly attack, and landed lightly. When everyone's eyes gradually became clear, everyone's mouths grew in shock. Not only was Soram not injured, but his feet were stepping on the blade of the sword that Tandra had smashed into the ground, and not only that, but the blade of the sword in his hand had already reached Tandra's neck.

What a precise body control this is! But just when they thought the winner was decided. No need to fight anymore. Tandra suddenly roared angrily, and all the muscles in his body instantly stretched out a steely arc! "Ahhhh......h

Strength, unrivaled power!! Looking at the figure flying overhead, the steely giant once again slashed out the giant sword in his hand! At the same time, Solam also held the long sword upside down with both hands, looked at the opponent below, and fell down fiercely!

The rock that stood tall was confronted by a black shadow like an evil spirit roaring, and the tangent of light that appeared in an instant was confronted by a gray miasma of smoke that had arisen from nothingness!

"Boom, boom, boom!!......"

With a deafening sound, the all-tearing energy roared and rolled around, and the ground under his feet trembled, letting out a low cry of overwhelming burden! I saw two extremely swift figures bounce in two different directions, and their battle is not over yet!

Stripped away the blessed power of each of their own gods, and removed the fighting skills in their respective hands, a most primitive wrestling was opened in the battle circle! Two warriors with different flashes of light drew a path and dragged out an arc of light in the high-speed rush, rushing towards each other, colliding, and staggering!

The onlookers could no longer find a single word to describe the battle in front of them. Aemond's gaze changed from excitement to depression, from depression to determination. He slowly realized that he still had a long, long way to go. However, he saw hope, saw what in the end, and could be called a strong man!

Anatol's expression was still calm, but he had already sent the highest salute to the steely man in his heart. It's not because of the other side's force. In fact, he could see that Tandra's strength was slightly worse than Solam's. However, it is such a man, in the face of an opponent who knows that he is invincible, he still rushes forward, moves forward, and finally bursts out with strength far beyond the limit. Sometimes it's like that, it's not about the end, it's about tenacity and courage.

On the other side, old Sean frowned, but turned his head to look at Orr Kane. "Can't fight anymore......" he smelled of the growing danger. In the same way, Orr Kane nodded in agreement, he understood what the other meant. If at the beginning, Tandra rushed towards Solam just because of the fact that Soveran was sent to Wind Cliff City, then as the battle progressed, these two battle-hardened warriors had turned the dispute of different opinions into a duel of faith. As it stands, there is only one end result -- unless one side dies in battle, there will be no death.

Staring at the two men in the room, Orr Kane took a step forward, and with a string of whispered chants, he suddenly raised his staff and slammed it on the ground. The next moment, a bright gray aura spread out from under his feet, growing bigger and bigger, directly enveloping Tandra and Soram, who kept colliding together.

The aura gradually dissipated, and the two figures that separated again, ready to kill each other again, were firmly grasped by the black palm that suddenly stretched out on the ground. "What is this?" Tandra exclaimed as he looked at the vision in the field, and Soram looked up at Orr Kane, who was standing in the distance.

At the same time, a brilliant light pierced the open space between the two from outside the battle circle, and after a pop, a long sword was nailed to the ground, and Tandra immediately recognized it as Old Sean's saber. Before he could speak, two fluttering golden soft lights rolled towards the two of them, and a moment later, two yellowish balls of light with a surface like water enveloped them in them, and pressed all the blessing power back into the bearer's body.

"Is the Templar Order's 'Law of Interference'?" said Orr Kane with a smile, and the elder Shaun next to him nodded, and then walked over to the two in the field. "Let's stop here, two of you, if you continue to fight, someone will inevitably die here...... And we need everything, but we don't need death......" the old man pressed his palm to the hilt of his saber and whispered. Then, when the tip of the sword left the ground, two balls of light snapped and burst like soap bubbles.

"Tandra, my old fellow, Veran has been sent away, fighting, or needless casualties, can't solve the problem......" Old Sean said, turning his gaze to Sollam on the other side, "As for you, you need to give us a reason, a reason to send Soveran to Windy Bluff!"

Soram ripped off the hooded cloak that covered him, and his gray pupils stared at Tandra in the distance. "Why? Why do I have to explain? What do you want me to explain?"

"You sent Sovereign to Windy Cliff City!Do you know what that place is?!" Tandra thuded his greatsword into the ground, "That's the sin city of the entire Eloline continent!All the unforgivables, all the sinners who have nowhere to hide, all the felons wanted by their own kingdom and even the entire continent, all ran there to seek refuge!" He roared, "There is no law there, there is a kingdom of its own! More importantly, in order not to cause a backlash from other kingdoms, Wind Cliff City, once you enter the city, you will enter the city for the rest of your life!"

Tandra's chest heaved and heaved, as if he couldn't go on. "Is that what you want to do?" he roared, "save Sovereign with your own hands, and destroy him with your own hands!

"That's enough!" Shoram snapped, "Of course I know Stormcliff, and I know it better than anyone else!" his hair was swept back by the breeze blowing across his cheeks, revealing the crimson mark on his neck. "The question is, what kind of Sovereign do you want!Or, how long can your lovely Sovereign live in this damn world!" He said in a cruel voice: "For the so-called 'revenge', for the so-called 'justice', in order to struggle to live in this world before stabbing the sword into the enemy's chest, he can only be sharper, tougher, and more ruthless! He can only be stronger!"

Solam's voice was hoarse, as if he was laughing at something. "How long do you expect you to protect him, how long do you expect him to keep his illusory dreams alive under your protection?" he smiled, and that smile pierced the hearts of Tandra and Old Sean like a sharp blade, "When you die, what do you expect from that small-grown, naïve Sovereign to wait for? Will he die in loneliness and remorse, or will he go mad after the disillusionment of nothingness?" he paused, and continued, "Wake up!

Everyone was stunned, Tandra's face was pale, in fact, it was not only him, even old Sean closed his eyes, trembled, and did not say a word. They all knew that Soram was right, and whether he wanted to admit it or not, he was right. It's just that no one wants this, for Soveland, who has lost everything and is already scarred, no one wants to once again show reality in front of his eyes.

After a long time, old Sean seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be asking Solam. "He, Veran, can he come back?......

"Maybe, maybe not, maybe five years, ten years, maybe...... Maybe never back...... It's up to him. Solam said, casting his gaze to the blue sky overhead, "But, believe me, if he can't save himself this time, then maybe it will be more painful to die in Wind Cliff City than to bear what fate has given him...... alive."

As Soram's voice gradually deepened, a silent silence enveloped the hearts of everyone on the shore, silently, for a long time. (To be continued.) )