Chapter 8: The Long Shepherd Night

"But why did you take me?"

Yingma sat on a galloping warhorse, while Kaku lay quietly in his arms. In front of him was none other than the driver and owner of the horse, Duke Sharkes of the Republic.

The two of them had just relied on this swift and bearish black horse to pass through the winding streets of Yuanxin City, and passed through the city gate where they were snoozing, and now galloped on the endless plain of Changmu.

The starry sky is a sight that can be seen everywhere, and you can even enjoy the starry sky from the window on the second floor of the "Guardian of the Sacred Mountains". Astrologers and charlatans were fond of observing celestial phenomena to please the emperor or passers-by, but Ingma rarely looked up at the stars like this—the real starry sky.

The real starry sky, except for the Yuanxin City, which has been left far behind, is only an endless grassland in the four fields, and there are occasionally some black spots in the far distance, Yingma knows that they are villages that also have to pay taxes to the emperor, and there should be some mountains in the distance, but they exist far away from the field of vision, now he can only see the pure starry sky and wilderness, if it weren't for the bumps brought to him by this war horse during the run and the sound of Schirlians's words, he would feel that he was in a dream.

"Lord Duke, what kind of magic did you use so that I could beat that damn Hayabusa clown in one fell swoop? I fell to the ground with those strange spells echoing in my ears that I couldn't understand, but I knew it was the Duke's voice. Thank you anyway, I've been in the bag for more than ten years, and today I finally took that clown out of my mouth, which is really happy. Yingma thought back to what happened in the inn, and only felt that she was still full of anger.

At that time, he was knocked to the ground by the Arashi Falcon, and the Arashi Falcon came over with the sword again, and he only felt that he was going to die, and suddenly a series of incantations sounded in his ears, and it felt like never before. Then I heard another voice say, "You stand up and fight him now, just get angry, don't make a big deal out of it." Then he inexplicably beat his great enemy, Lan Falcon.

"You'd better get a good night's sleep now. Sellers grasped the reins, and the black horse galloped forward steadily and swiftly. But ahead was just a starlit wilderness, and there was no possible destination in sight that Sellers was looking for.

"Wait, wait, I heard you come to our inn in the morning with some kind of villain shameless in your mouth, you don't want to take me to help you get revenge, first of all, although I respect you very much, but first, I really don't want to participate in any bloody vendetta, second, I was born weak and sickly, and I don't have any skills, even if you use magic to make me a super fighter, like just in the inn, but I still don't have any skills, if you pick that clown Arashi Falcon, maybe it will be better, he promises to lick your heels better than yours." Yingma said as if chanting.

Cerlian didn't respond, but Kaku barked twice in his arms.

"Sir, I'm just a small handyman in Yuanxin City, I can't pose any threat or make any contribution, you let me go, wait, there is no end of the wilderness of the Changmu Plain as far as the eye can see, you put me here and kill me really, since you are running to the west, there is no west in this Changmu Plain, the westernmost village of the empire is hundreds of miles away from Yuanxin City, it is said that the villagers there look west, and the scenery from Yuanxin City to the west is exactly the same, the prairie, there are few tall trees, if you want to go back to the Xinglian Republic, it is best to go northYingma continued.

Servians finally replied, "I don't think you can see that this is a westward journey, what do you judge by what means, the Moon?" his tone was a little surprised, but the response was a snoring from Inma.

In addition to the sound of the black horse's hooves, the silence around also made Sserians feel a little drowsy at the moment.

The dark horse's name was Kaku Troll, but he was not the bones of a rebel in the Republic, nor was he the vicious natives that Sselles had killed in his early years during his campaigns among the barbarians of the South.

Only Treadbone and Sharkes knew what kind of battlefield they had fought together.

"I'm going back to camp now, the camp has good wine and oily barbecue, and warm bunks, and I was on the road day and night the day before yesterday, and now I'll finish my mission by bringing this kid back, I need to rest, don't I?" Schires only felt these thoughts come to his mind, but it made him feel empty and confused.

These pleasant thoughts and confusion slowly covered his eyes with heavy eyelids, and when he was less than a quarter of the way open, a puff of smoke came to his face.

Then Spices let go of his right hand that held the reins, and his eyes were now completely closed. He slowly drew the short sword from his waist and placed it in front of his chest, like a mad soldier or a child who thought he was training his blocking skills.

But then the light smoke faded away, and Sharkes awoke violently.

"What a vicious Mister!" Sserness scolded.

The starry sky in front of him seemed to dim a lot, and Sharkes could only feel the whispers of foxes echoing in his ears. "Lord Duke, you know my rules, one hit misses, and you retreat. But even if I don't retreat, you won't be able to catch me, don't you say?"

"Hmph, of course I know, now that I'm on my way, I'm not afraid of you coming to attack me. Spotlius yelled into the darkness.

Mister (whom Spices thought was in the darkness in front of him) chuckled twice, and the darkness vanished, leaving only a whisper echoing in his ears.

"Your Order's actions are quite fast, and the Seventh has just made some noise in Ilaghar and you have noticed it. But I advise you, for the sake of the past, no matter where you got this hairy boy, or bring out the gods you respect so much, you can't stop us, not to mention that even if you can kill us all, you can't stop the next one."

The further back of that passage became, the lower the voice, and it seemed that Mistre himself was reluctant to say the rest of the part.

Sellers sighed, but Ingma behind her woke up. With a sleepy tone, Yingma asked, "Where the hell are we going?"

"Aren't you sleepy?" asked Spices, Inma thought for a moment and said, "I can't help where I'm going anyway, even if you throw me to the ground now and leave me to fend for myself on this great plain where birds don't." Yingma yawned a lot before she could finish the sentence.

After saying that, he fell asleep with his head upside down again.

Only Spices sighed secretly, "Do I really want this lazy and arrogant boy to join our cause?"

"But why did I choose this kid instead of the famous Arashi Falcon in the Empire?"

"Because you see his potential in the heat of rage. Although the dreadnought technique can stimulate the physical strength and will that do not exist in people, if it weren't for his anger, even if the dreadnought technique inspired something, it would not be enough for a young boy with a weak physique to defeat a sword competitor like Arashi. ”

"But this only proves that this kid has a bad temper and is still playing tricks. ”

"Just as ordinary people complain about the disasters caused by thunder and lightning, while magicians use lightning to accomplish more beneficial things, I hope you can figure this out. ”

"The One That Happened to Me"

"Dear Sellers, this is a secret that I cannot reveal. But I will allow you to come back and ask Elder Milatis for the presiding over your acceptance of the Inheritance of Ancient Wisdom spell, and when you are to believe, the confusion and side effects it brings you are far less than the wisdom and precious ancient memories it brings you. ”

"Then I still want to know, Sect Master, since you can read my heart, please tell me how much confidence I have in our victory?"

"I can't tell you that, but what I can tell you is that you have faith that this kid can make a difference. ”

Spoters felt a little confused, how could he have confidence in such a kid, a boy who slept and snored?