At the southernmost end of the Turinskaya Plain, the gentle terrain is taken over by rolling mountains, which rise majestically over the vast expanse of the land, like giants standing between heaven and earth, watching the land beneath their feet. At this time, the quiet night shrouded them, only outlining a thick black outline in the boundless night, leaving a trace of mystery that belonged only to them.

Crossing the dense forest at the edge of the mountains, in a cave beneath a cliff, the flickering firelight gilded the pitch-black stone walls with a warm orange. On the surface, it may seem like a small opening in the cliff, but there is enough space inside for a weary traveler to feel a rare sense of comfort and safety.

In the corner of the cavern, a thick, dry felt cloth was laid flat on the ground, and an emaciated figure was lying on it. Beside him, a silver-haired old man with two young men was carefully wrapping a snow-white bandage on the wound he had treated. The atmosphere around was quiet, and the other people around seemed unwilling to say anything at this time, just silently watching without saying a word.

After the fierce battle that broke out in the hills, Tandra and Shaun Sr. spent a lot of time burying the corpses of the Western cavalry. Then they took their captured horses and the only way to live, Chara, who was stunned by the black knight, and left the road to Yellowstone and ran to the mountains at the end of the plain.

On the one hand, they need to avoid possible traders and take a short break. On the other hand, Soweran's injuries were so serious that they could not be delayed any longer and had to be bandaged immediately.

As old Shaun had taken care of his last wound, a low sigh came out of his mouth. To this day, he still couldn't accept the reality that Essaoweran had been tortured so far, and the indispelling grief and anger blocked the old man's chest, and with every breath, he felt the pain that tore through his heart.

Old Sean put a silver-white necklace back on Soveland's neck, then turned his cheek sideways, and somewhat reluctantly avoided Soveland's slightly closed eyes, which was the only thing he could do for the poor boy at the moment. He stiffened to his feet, and swept his gaze over Thomas and Kull, who were hanging their heads, and Aemond, the black knight, and the brown-robed old man standing beside him, to see Tandra, the old fellow who had been standing outside the cave for a long time.

As the others followed Old Sean out of the cavern, Sovereign raised his arm with difficulty and scratched the black knight's cloak. "Yes, it'......s you?" his words were so illegible that they seemed to come out of his throat, but there was an eager glint in his eyes.

The black knight stopped and turned his head, his eyes as if he were staring at the weakened Sovereign from the darkness hidden by the hood. "That's right, that's me. He answered the question in an almost nihilistic voice that only the two of them could understand, and then, in the bewildered look of old Sean, walked out of the cave without looking back.

Outside, Tandra's back was a little indescribably lonely and sad in the flickering firelight, and he didn't even go in with Old Sean and the others, because just looking at the current appearance of Sovereign was enough to tear his soul to shreds in an instant.

The sound behind him made Tandra's body tremble slightly. "Veran...... He, how is he?" He didn't look back, just asked Old Sean in a low voice.

Old Sean shook his head, he never thought he would say the next words. "It's bad...... His tendons and tendons were all broken...... And," the old man took a deep breath, "and his throat was completely ruined by the poison, so he could only ...... I can only barely make some vague syllables......"

"How so...... How could it be ......" Even if he was prepared for the worst, but when he really heard about Essaovilland's injury, Tandra was still crushed by this bad news, and he looked as if he had aged dozens of years in an instant. "He shouldn't have been...... He was so young and strong...... His life did not deserve such a tragedy...... Don't ......"

Tandra's voice grew lower, choked in a sour tone. Not far away, Kull and Thomas hung their heads, wiping the tears that kept spilling out of their eyes. Aemond walked up silently, and in his impression that the father, whom he had only seen in a year or two, had always been a mighty and determined image, and had never been the same as it was today. "Father, don't be upset...... Everything will be fine, it will definitely be ......" he persuaded softly, "The Eloline Continent is so big, as long as we look for it, there will always be a way to make Solviran heal! Even the Lord God of Heaven would not be so cruel to him. ”

"Aemond is right, my old fellow, things are nowhere near the point where we all despair, at least, we've managed to get Essoran back, haven't we?" Old Shaun glanced at Aemond to turn away from the heavy and unusual topic, "Speaking of which, Aemond, aren't you supposed to be serving in Blade Fortress? How did you end up here?" he paused, and turned his gaze to the black knight and the brown-robed old man who were standing aside and had never spoken. "And, now that we're here, it's time for us to know who you are, right?"

Although the two parties worked together to rescue Soveland, except for Aemond, who suddenly appeared, the identity of the others was not clear to Old Sean, or the other party intended to avoid it.

There is nothing wrong with such a situation until the operation is carried out, because no one knows whether the rescue plan will succeed or how many people will survive. But once the dust settles, these things must be put on the table. Especially the black-clothed knight who was so powerful that it was outrageous, and the brown-robed old man who manipulated completely different powers, it was too dangerous to keep such a mysterious "partner" by his side.

Edmond knew what old Shaun was aiming for, so he took the conversation over. "Two months ago, I heard from Lord Barzel Monroe, Duke of Black Rock, that Lord Sirian had passed away and that my father had become a 'traitor'......" he said, looking at Tandra's back, "shortly after that, I was dismissed from my duties, kicked out of the Legion, and became a wandering knight......

"Bazel, he's a good man...... I owe him a favor. Tandra interrupted suddenly. In fact, everyone present knew that with the strength and prestige of the Monroe family, no one dared to threaten this ancient family that had been stationed at the edge of the kingdom for hundreds of years for any reason, even the Royal Council, not even the Olem royal family. The reason why Barzel Monroe, Duke of Black Rock, removed Aemond was simply to release the young man to help his fugitive father.

Aemond nodded approvingly. "Yes, Lord Duke is a good man, and treats me like a nephew......," he continued, sighing, "and not long after that, I met them who claimed to lead me to my father's party," he pointed to the Black Knight and the others, "and followed them to Nightingale City." As for their identities......"

"As a courtesy, we'll leave it to ourselves...... "The black knight said, slowly pulling his hood back from his head. Through the light from the cave, Tandra and the others saw a face that was so pale that it seemed to be bloodless, and the long gray-white hair that hung down casually made him look a little depressed and cold. But the most disturbing thing is the dark gray eyes, revealing a hint of coldness. "My name is, Soram Bartodil......"

Tandra was stunned when she heard the other man's name, but quickly turned and stared at him as if she remembered something. "Solam Bartodil?!I remember you, I remember the name!Ten years ago, the commander of the Free Army of Sardinia who wounded Sirian?!" His voice immediately attracted the attention of old Sean and the others, and even Aemond's mouth grew in shock.

"That's right, it's my ......" Solam smiled, seemingly pleased with the other party's reaction.

"This can't be!" Tandra roared, "you can't be 'Solam', he was ...... ten years ago"

"Dead, huh?" Thoram interrupted, continuing in a slightly teasing tone, "As you can see, I'm afraid my soul isn't very welcome, either in heaven or in hell. ”

"So, you're all followers of the Chaos Lord God, aren't you?" asked Old Sean with a serious expression, his eyes sweeping over Soram's men behind him, "Actually, I should have thought of it when that battle began. He was referring to the moment when the brown-robed old man unleashed his spell.

"You're right, we all are. The brown-robed old man nodded while holding his staff, a few strands of silver-white whiskers trembling slightly, "I am the chief priest of the Lord God of Chaos, Orr Kane. It's a bit of a stretch to say that, but I'm glad we've had a good time working together so far. ”

Tandra's face became darker and darker, although the other party helped him save Sovelan, it did not mean that he was willing to get involved with the followers of the Chaos Sect. "Tell us what you want, why do you want to help us, what do you want from Sovereign?"

"What do you want? I'm afraid we can't tell you the answer, but I can guarantee that someone will tell you soon. Soram's gaze crossed Tandra and cast his gaze in the direction of the cavern. "Of course, if you want to leave here with that little guy now, I will never have any objection. But believe it or not, if there is anyone in this world who can heal his wounds, it can only be us. He spread his palms indifferently, "How to choose?" ”

Old Sean listened, his brows tightly knitted together, not only him, but also Kull and Thomas next to him, and everyone focused their eyes on Tandra. As far as this matter is concerned, he is the only one who can finally make up his mind.

"Father, don't dwell on the matter of the religious wars at this time, will you really make Solvillain a waste?" Aemond gritted his teeth and said what he really thought. "It's not about faith, it's about having no choice!"

"That's enough!" Tandra suddenly shouted angrily, raised his hand and slammed the giant sword behind him into the ground, and with a "bang", the rough blade of the sword slashed directly into the rubble. "Promise me, you must make Sollam well!" he said, his eyes blood-red, as he stared at Soram word by word.

"No problem, I can guarantee that, in the name of the Lord God. Soram said, but the main god in his mouth was obviously not Somu, the god of order.

The noise at the entrance of the cave quickly drew the two figures together, and Soram shook his head at them. "It doesn't matter, tell the brothers who are on the night watch, there's nothing going on here. The two men bowed down together, and soon disappeared into the night. "By the way, one of them is my adjutant Yartu, and the other is a student of Orr, Kanan. Soram added, "We should have a lot of time to get to know each other......

Tandra and the others did not speak, although they did not want to admit it, but they had to say that Soveran's injury finally took a gratifying turn after receiving Solam's positive promise. Kull and Thomas, who were standing on the outermost side, quietly glanced at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Looks like the basic consensus has been reached, isn't it? Let's move on," Orr Kane said, scribbling his staff in his hand, looking around the crowd, and in the coming period of time, this seemingly satisfactory team was established.

"In addition to me and Solam, we have brought a total of twelve people from the province of Sardinia, all of whom are members of the core of the Chaos Sect, and their loyalty cannot be doubted. The old man put his hands in the sleeves of his robes, looked at Tandra and Shaun Sr., and said, "I don't expect this kind of honesty to earn your trust, I just hope that we can reduce the trouble that erupts from within in the rest of our journey." ”

Old Sean was stunned for a moment, and glanced at his partner beside him. "Where are we going?" if you may, I'd like you to explain a little bit where we're going. ”

Orr Kane nodded to Soram, who took a letter from his pocket and handed it to Shaun Sr. "This is something that was found from the surviving vice-captain, and I believe that the contents of it will be of more interest to you. He glanced at Chala, who was tied to a tree in the distance, "Although there are some changes from the original plan, fortunately, it is not too far away. ”

Tandra and the others soon gathered around old Sean, and as the letter was opened little by little, except for Aemond, who was not familiar with the inside story, everyone else immediately recognized through the extremely familiar handwriting who this unsigned letter came from. It was a name that no one wanted to mention -- Peslin Kantbach.