The lightning in the clouds was constantly jumping, the sky was filled with white lightning, and in an instant, thunder and rain poured down, all of which hinted at something terrible coming.

The sound of rain broke the original tranquility of Haiqin Country, which usually does not rain much, but due to the topography, it is difficult to rain here, so that the reserve of a large number of fresh water resources is beyond the reach of people, and the people who live in Haiqin Country seem to realize that there is something terrible coming. They lit the lights, opened the windows, and kept looking out the door. Neighbors shush each other and ask for warmth. They all talked about the anomaly tonight, but they always revolved around one topic. It seems that something is coming to the world, and this thing has never been seen before. A large number of horses galloped out of the stables, and they broke free from their reins and ran wild through the streets, but by this moment the people had gone into the house to rest, and the horses had not hurt any innocent people.

The night, which had already seemed noisy, seemed to be particularly noisy at this moment, and the horses seemed to be running away from something, as if they were afraid of something. What is it that allows a horse to break free of the reins and run around from its pen?

People who were discussing the unusual weather looked at the horses, and the horses were neighing, galloping down the streets, and galloping away for the distance.

Deep in the hall of the Haiqin Kingdom

The people sitting around the square table wore hoods. They all knelt down and bowed to a place, and a boy's voice rang out.

He trembled and said, "This ...... Is this the legendary Norse god Odin? The boy asked puzzled, his voice was low, and the whole person was in a posture of worship.

He didn't dare to look up, because the coercion that phantom had turned on when it came to life was enough to make a person unable to breathe, and their leader was an old man, who was the present life of the gods, and the Red Eye Project had begun, and soon the world would be destroyed. The blue cloak and flame-spitting horses were undoubtedly the gods who had done a foolish thing to summon an ancient god from a murky world, and the old age would begin with it.

Mei Lingta climbed up from the bed with difficulty, the sunlight spilled into the room through the glass, the small debris in the room flew scattered, the marble in the room reflected his shadow, this is a beautiful day, for the knight's daily work is to patrol and organize the army, train recruits, but for the training of recruits, the knight king is not casually involved, only when the recruits officially join the recruit organization, they will go to the so-called recruit ceremony to add courage to the recruits.

The most terrible thing about this job is that during the war, the average resident of Haiqin has two children at home, and for the average family, there is only one child in the family, and these children are often boys, so on the day of their coming-of-age ceremony, they will go to the Royal Knights to sign up as honorable knights. War is cruel, if you are not careful, you will lose your arms and legs, and if you don't do it, you will even lose your life. As a knight king, the most difficult thing in every war is when the residents of the Haiqin Kingdom look at them triumphantly within the city walls, whether they win or lose the war, every child's parents hope that their children can come back alive, whenever that time, there will be people in the crowd silently watching, some crying, and some crying because they can't believe that they come to the Royal Knights with a crying voice to ask if their children are still alive.

"They made a lot of sacrifices and we're proud of him." This is a phrase that Mezerota often says, and the atmosphere at that time is often oppressive, with birds hovering over their heads, stray cats eating food that people throw away at will, and constantly alerting the crowd, which is silent, and their hearts from anticipation to pity undoubtedly show that someone in the Order has died.

After Mei Lingta tidied up his armor, he put on white gloves and took a white handkerchief from the table and wrapped it around his neck, which is the most basic etiquette of the knight king, whether it is in the royal ceremony or the ceremony of recruits, the etiquette of the knight king is to wear a sword and a white silk handkerchief around the neck. The wind poured in from the window, the fine crumbs in the room flew everywhere, the curtains flew up, making a whirring sound, Mei Lingta was about to get up, suddenly he was stunned, he quickly picked up the sword, put on a defensive posture and pointed the sword to the window.

He walked slowly, paying close attention to what was happening around him, and the curtains fluttered again as the wind poured into the room.

"Who's there?" He asked cautiously, his sword in his hand. There was an inexplicable sense of oppression.

"When the wind blows in, the sound of the curtain can drown out the sound of my knife, I can take your life in an instant, your reaction is too bad, Mei Lingta." A deep voice rang out. Mei Lingta looked around, still searching for the voice of the man, there was no doubt that the man's abilities were above him. The man completely concealed his aura, and there didn't seem to be a second person in the room at all.

"Idiot." The speaker's voice was calm, and he was reprimanding Mei Lingta because his gaze was still on the curtains of the room at the moment. The man hiding in the corner had his back against the wall, his hands crossed in front of his chest, his head bowed and his eyes closed, his long bandaged knife wrapped behind his back.

Mei Lingta breathed a sigh of relief, it was a ghost type, but every time he appeared, it was unpredictable and elusive.

"Why are you here?" Mei Lingta put away his sword, "The attack on the Wanya Temple failed, did you do it?" "Mei Lingta looked at the ghost style.

"Not me." The ghost said lightly, "A friend of mine did it." ”

"Friends?" Mei Lingta couldn't believe it, his understanding of the ghost style is the ghost type, he has always been a person, lonely like an isolated ant, if you want to say that it is a friend, Mei Lingta feels that the only one who can be his friend is himself, please, what kind of god are your friends.

"Then your friend is amazing." Putting away her sword, she sat down on the bed beside her, her hands propped up on it, and her head looked up at the marble-carved ceiling. "You're here to tell me this?" He wondered, looking at the ghost.