Kereni raised a hand and motioned for Sovereign and the others, who were following behind, to slow down. The trail is very difficult, with rough and steep ground, dark gravel and withered trees. They were northeast of the town of Ronk, deep into the bleak mountain passes of the Upper West, and there were no other roads nearby than the faintly discernible trails beneath their feet.

After a long conversation with Kereni yesterday in Ronk Town, Sovereign and the others stayed in the two-story building, they needed a rest so badly, they simply treated the wounds on their bodies, and almost everyone fell headlong into the soft beds, and the long-lost dream. Although they were still on the run, everyone was relieved to see Kereni.

Early the next morning, Havelan and his party, led by Kereni, left the town and headed northeast. Thanks to this bleak mountain in the middle of the Upper West, it would have to be bypassed to get from Ronk to Yellowstone along the main road often traveled by merchants, which would have taken at least three days. In order to keep the trip as short as possible, Kereni and Teresa had set a route directly to Yellowstone via the mountain trail.

Of course, the main point is to keep a low profile, after all, the news of the crown prince's arrival in the Western Province is still as few people as possible.

The temperature in the mountains is very low, the strong wind blowing across the mountains blows on the scattered rocks and makes a low whimper, the undulating terrain has brought a lot of trouble to everyone's journey, and the war horse behind it has even become a small burden at this time.

This precipitous and inhospitable place is rarely visited, and at best it is a scattered group of hunters or loggers who make a living, and the trails that disappear under their feet are the footprints they have left over the years. Sovereign gulped the air, and the only sound in his ears could be heard except the sound of the wind creaking his boots on the gravel.

Looking at the backs of Tandra and the others in front of him, his mind had actually flown to other places. How are Aunt Catherine and little Ronnie doing when they return to the mountains of the River? Will Loca Toure, who has succeeded in ascending to the Duke's throne, easily let go of the poor mother and son? What will she do after the round with Cousin Teresa and Aunt Eudora?

When the word popped out of Soveland's heart, the young prince couldn't help but sigh deeply. He never doubted his determination for revenge, and his father, His Majesty, Uncle Sirian, Beorn, and even the veteran Mirza, and the guards who had fallen in the King's Hall, had to be sacrificed with the glory they deserved, and not charged with "traitor."

But what about "war"? Once the civil war starts, the entire western part of the Olam Kingdom will instantly fall into chaos, and even the western provinces and the White Oak provinces will become a dilapidated scorched earth within a few years. And then the war spread eastward, along the great Junhe River to the east, in the provinces of Junhe, Qianpu, Sardinia, Tampang, Black Rock, Belen...... When all the provincial dukes are involved in this war, everything will fall apart, and even the entire kingdom will be in trouble.

Sovereign looked down at his palm, a sense of powerlessness wrapped around his heart, quickly casting a thick shadow under the flames of revenge. He remembered the words of his grandfather, His Majesty King Mahes, who said, "No people should be allowed to suffer the consequences of war for any reason, so when you blow the horn of the Legion, think about whom it is for." ”

Sovereign pressed his palm to his chest, and there was a subtle coolness on his skin under the ornament of his clothes, which was the pendant that Aiden had given him on his deathbed. Since he fled, Sovereign has never thought to take out the letter inside, because he is afraid that the wisp of thought placed in it will pass away at the moment of opening, which is already the most important thing he has left.

"Tell me, father, what should I do?...... "Sovereign asked in his heart, but no one could give him an answer, leaving him with only an indissoluble bitterness.

After a long journey on an increasingly difficult mountain road, they finally reached a high mountain plateau, where the cold mountain wind blew everyone's clothes and hair a little messy. From here, you can see a steep cliff followed by a large rolling forest, a few low peaks, and beyond that, you can vaguely see the slowed plains and the rivers dotted with them.

"Push harder, guys!" Kereni wiped the sweat from his forehead and pointed back, "The hard part is over, now we'll just need to go through the ......" he casually waved his arm in front of him, "Okay, you'll see for yourselves." ”

Although it was already ten in the afternoon, he was actually very satisfied with the speed of everyone.

Sovereign picked up the kettle and took a sip, the scorching sun above his head making him unable to open his eyes. "At this rate, when will we get to Yellowstone?" he asked.

"Tomorrow, if all goes well. Kereni replied that he was well aware of the current situation of Solver and the others, and although he had taken a brief rest in Ronk Town, it was obviously not a wise choice to travel overnight.

Resting against a boulder, Thomas tore off a strip of jerky in his hand and handed it to Kuhl next to him. "So, we're going to spend the night in the woods tonight, aren't we?" he said, glancing at the forest below.

"Yes, folks, indeed. Kereni nodded, "Trust me, it's better than spending the night on a bare mountain beam, and the knife-like rubble is enough to drive you insane." ”

Tandra looked at Old Sean with some concern, who smiled and shook his head. "Let's go, then. He said, glancing around at the group.

Kereni led Sovereign and the others down a steep slope, and many places on the hillside were covered with dense bushes, which caused a lot of obstacles for everyone. Holding on to the trunks of trees and rocks standing on the side of the road, they slowly followed the zigzag pattern to avoid stumbling and falling. The terrain around them grew steeper and steeper, until a cliff at least a hundred feet in front of them had to stop. To do this, they had to grope their way along the edge of the cliff to continue down, and after spending a great deal of time, they finally found the vague path again.

In fact, this can't be blamed on Kereni, because he has only been to the bleak mountains a few times, and it is already a matter of good fortune that he is too far away from the familiar to let everyone get lost here.

When the sun in the sky gradually sank to the western peak, they finally reached the bottom of the cliff, and the responsible paislin even patted his chest exaggeratedly, glad that he had finally left the dizzying cliff.

The exposed rocks were gradually replaced by the verdant that had emerged from the ground, and the lush weeds mixed with a few thick trees spread out into the dense forest in the distance. They rested in a small clearing at the edge of the forest, and then plunged headlong into the deep green of the ocean.

The air in the forest was filled with moisture, and the thick trunks close to the surface were heavily enveloped in the sinking mist, and the occasional chirp or two echoed through the forest to create a quiet and deep atmosphere. The darkness here came much faster than on land, and when a great red sun hung diagonally over the western skyline with a narrow and bright ribbon of gilded clouds, the jagged treetops of the dense forest seemed to be ignited, and a magnificent glow was shining, while only orange-red flickers of light could be seen in the forest pouring down from the cracks overhead.

Little by little, the light around them became dimmer and dimmer, and the cold wind that blew from time to time caused the mist to spiral, and a gray miasma of smoke rose in the forest. A beast roared in the distance, and the sound drifted through the trees into an inexplicable howl.

At this moment, a low crisp sound startled everyone's hearts, followed by a black black light. "Be careful! Get out of the way!" Kereni, who was walking in the front, suddenly roared and jumped towards the trees next to him, and almost instantly, Sovereign and the others immediately reacted and hid behind the trees.

A series ......of scalp-tinging sounds exploded on the trunk of the tree in front of him, and a guard who had not yet had time to run away took a few steps backwards, spurting blood arrows from his body and falling to the ground piled with fallen leaves. Everyone immediately understood what those black lights were—arrows, clusters of cold arrows.

Sovereign and Peslin, who were not far away, glanced at each other, swallowed secretly, and before he could reach out to look, a slightly regretful word came from the depths of the dense forest ahead. "It's a pity...... I thought I could save some effort, but I didn't expect my luck to be so bad......" The voice moved, accompanied by the sound of footsteps on fallen leaves, "For the sake of the Lord God, do you know how long I've been waiting here......?"

With the little light left in the forest, Sovereign saw a group of pitch-black figures emerge from the mist, more than fifty of them. At the head was a fair-skinned man, his steps were light and extremely graceful, but the most striking thing was that the pair of eyes embedded in the handsome face, one with dark pupils, exuding high indifference, the other was a foggy gray.

Who was this man? Why was he here? How did he know the route to Yellowstone? These questions kept colliding in the exchange of glances between Soveran and the others, revealing a deep incomprehension. Soon, however, these questions became insignificant, for beside the man, they saw a very familiar, yet extremely angry, figure.

"Betma!" Tandra shouted as he looked at his "chief of guards", yes, he betrayed everyone and indirectly killed Mirza's "chief of guards", on the contrary, the identity of this group of ambushers is no longer necessary to think about it.

Betma was shocked when she heard Tandra's roar, but she didn't say a word, she just lowered her head slightly, and her gaze at the hiding place of Soveran and the others was filled with a piercing coldness.

Eshkant put his hands behind his back and glanced at Betma beside him. "Isn't it an unexpected reunion? Truth be told, not all reunions are sweet memories...... he chuckles, "like now...... Of course, I prefer the following lines. He waved his hand lightly: "Kill them all!"