Tyrapest, above the city walls.

Silves stood quietly on a high place alone, pulling out a lonely silhouette in the drunken sunset.

At his feet, the squad of soldiers who had returned from the hunt gathered together from all parts of the defense line like a stream of water, poured into the city gates, and then slammed into the rock like a river, splashing countless splashes all over the city, each of which was one or a few soldiers. They walked the streets, showing off their achievements, looking high-spirited and high-spirited.

But the end of their flow is a peaceful courtyard where the smoke is rising, the rice is cooked, the meat is fragrant, it is the waiting of relatives, and the warm hut. There, the rousing war song gradually turns into a soothing nocturne, and the splash calms down, and he falls asleep in the company of his parents, wives and children.

Only such a waiting family can keep these warriors who struggle and kill day and night between flesh and blood not to be corrupted by tyranny, right? He sighed, feeling that the shadow in his heart was getting thicker and thicker, like dark ink infecting the originally sunny heart little by little.

"Silves, where are you?" came a low voice, daring to call himself so, Silves didn't have to turn his head to know that it was Anaryst. What's more, his sense of touch was attached to the formless filamentous energy, enveloping the entire space of more than ten meters, and no one could escape the cobwebs in the shadows.

"Great—" Silves hesitated for a moment, but finally swallowed the name of "Adult" and whispered, "It's you, Anarysta ......"

"Loveto and Penelope's men are clashing again," Anarysta whispered, "Penelope is here to complain." ”

"Penelope?" Silves frowned and snorted in a low voice, "I know he can't hold it back, and he's going to come out and jump." I actually came to you this time?"

"Don't worry, I know you're raising Loveto," Anarysta explained, "but you can't let them go on like this, after all, Inedil has begun to build an army. In contrast, the foundation and appeal of the people in the trial are far inferior. It is all the more necessary to firmly grasp the military's first opportunity. ”

"There's no head start...... Silves shook his head, "we don't even have any advantage over the army compared to Innerdir now. ”

"However, the initial formation of the rabble is not much combat effectiveness compared to the elite who have experienced the war, and even if it is doubled in number, it is still not an advantage. Anarysta was puzzled.

"Inedil's army is ready to launch an attack on the Duchy of Anlan, and his army will be fully trained. And it is more beneficial to Anlan's battlefield than to face the demon army. After all, they have a higher survival rate and faster combat effectiveness. Silves said lightly.

"This ......," Anaryista pondered for a long time, hesitating, "or ...... We sent someone to Anlan ......" did not say the latter words, and now their relationship with Inedil can still be regarded as infighting in the church. However, if you seek the union of forces outside the church, you will inevitably give authority to others.

"I've sent a messenger, and it's probably time to arrive," Silves said calmly. As if the news wasn't that important," and. I also sent Loveto to Norman City once to seek a partnership with Snowton. Hopefully, they'll be able to put pressure on the Necro Wastes to the north, so that we can draw some of our forces and grab more territory. ”

Anarysta looked at Silves, who was still facing away from him, her wide black cloak shrouded in a faint shadow, like an impenetrable barrier in front of her. In a short period of time. Silves had gone more smoothly and farther than she had planned, so far away that even she didn't know how much of it belonged to Silves, and how much belonged to the terrifying and mysterious "Lord of Shadows".

"Okay then......" she complimented, smiling reluctantly. "You're getting better and better now, is this a prophet?"

"Shadows are everywhere. Silves whispered, with an inexplicable hint in his tone.

"That'...... Well," Anarysta suddenly had a feeling of being speechless, she hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Then I'll go first?"

The last ray of light sank into the abyss of the west, and the night wind gradually rose, and it was another moonless night.

"You...... Is there anything wrong with your body?" Anarysta turned around, and suddenly heard Sylves's deep voice behind her, still with a hint of familiarity from the past.

"I'm almost good, my strength has recovered to a high level, but I'm afraid it will be difficult to break through in the future," Anarysta replied softly, "After all, it's the final fire......

"Yes, it's okay. Silves nodded, silent again.

After waiting for a moment, Silves didn't say a word again, Anarysta whispered, "Then I'm leaving", and waited for a few more moments without answering, before turning around and walking quickly down the wall.

A self-deprecating wry smile appeared on Silves' face, and he waited until all the voices behind him died down before taking a few steps forward and jumping off without hesitation.

The wide cloak spread out like wings, and he glided through the night like a giant falcon. The ubiquitous shadow was the source of his strength, in which he was like a fish in water, but he sank deeper and deeper.

The Crusaders of Judgment guarding the city's head could only see a faint shadow streak across the sky and fly towards the depths of the Necronomic Wilderness.

******

"Didn't you hear my reminder, why did you rush here to die?" Illo whispered to Bai Ji.

They were walking deep and shallow through the swamp, their hands tied tightly behind them by vines, and several tall and strong ogres escorted them, following the mysterious maiden priest into the depths of the mist.

After seeing the opponent's lineup, the rational Illo immediately chose to raise his hand to surrender, and he didn't expect that Bai Ji heard his shout and immediately rushed back, but two fists are hard to beat four hands, not to mention that people's arms can catch up with her waist thickness. Even if she has high-level strength, she can only obediently tie her hands at the end.

"You're yelling and screaming, how can I tell if you want me to go through or let me escape? Bai Ji Xing's eyes were wide open, full of grievances that were kindly regarded as a donkey's liver and lungs.

"It's good that I can shout it out in such a critical situation, it's good ......," Illo lamented. "A beautiful man like me is about to turn into ogre dung. ”

Bai Ji's face changed slightly, and she leaned towards Illo's side, and whispered, "Are we really going to be eaten?"

"Or else, what do you think they call ogres?" replied Illo in a low voice, blinking. "I don't eat my flesh and bones, at most I take it to the barbecue, and the pain will pass after a while, and I will be burned at the stake in the church last time. But a high-level warrior like you, with strong flesh and bones, I'm afraid you'll be used to make soup. ”

"Uh......" Illo said a little too much, and Bai Ji looked at him suspiciously, "You can't lie to me, do you?"

"What am I lying to you for?" said Illo, gesturing ahead. "Listen. ”

"Listen to what?" Bai Ji was puzzled.

"Listen to them...... "Illo's long, pointed ears twitched slightly, and he whispered, "The ugliest one is the one next to the sacrifice, who is saying, 'Hungry, hungry,' and the big black man over there, and he is still drooling......"

Bai Ji glanced at it. The maiden priestess was commanding something in an obscure language, a language that was simple and quaint. Sounds a little sombre. And the ogres next to her seemed to really have salivating expressions.

"You still know ogre language?" said Bai Ji, glancing at Illo.

"A little bit of understanding, a little bit of understanding," Illo nodded a little self-assuredly, showing off, "I just surrendered." Do you know what they are doing and immediately believe it?"

Bai Ji shook his head in confusion and asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Because I can say surrender in a dozen different languages, how about it, professional?" Illo grinned.

Bai Ji shook her head helplessly. Glancing at him disdainfully.

Illo stuck out his tongue, but it didn't matter, his eyes surveyed his surroundings, and he was still humming a little song in his mouth. Finally, his gaze circled back and forth over an ogre. The guy carried his own and Pakki's weapons, like a child's toy in his thick knuckles.

"Hey, can you be a little nervous?" Bai Ji was anxious and poked him.

"Yes......" Illo suddenly smiled strangely at her, screamed wildly, and fell backwards with his back to the sky.

Bai Ji looked at him in surprise, and Illo, who had been fine just now, suddenly writhed on the ground with a painful look, rolling and struggling in the muddy water, and the ogres around him all gathered around, looking at him with some surprise.

What was going on? Presumably the ogre had the same idea as her, but Illo had already rolled up to the ogre's side and grabbed the Soul Hunter bone bow as soon as he reached out.

I don't know what kind of secret technique he launched, gray-white soul tentacles swept by, and the air around him seemed to become cold. In such a hot and humid weather, every ogre was covered with a layer of white frost!

Illo snapped to his feet and tossed the spear back to Kathage, still clutching the bone bow and shouting, "Run!"

Bai Ji subconsciously took the spear, and still didn't wake up from his stunned shock. The ogres around them gradually came to their senses, and although the hoarfrost could slow them down, it didn't last long in the swampy environment.

Illo was in a hurry, picked up the bone bow, and hooked the bowstring hard, and the invisible fluctuations spread out in the air like ripples, and several ogres around him threw down their weapons and reached out to cover their ears, but they still couldn't avoid the impact, and could only shout angrily.

"Run!" Irlo urged, with less and less blood on his face.

"No, let's run. Bai Ji reacted and hesitated to go to Railo.

At this moment, a fresh breath like grass and trees gushed out, the hoarfrost was removed, the fluctuations were eliminated, and the ogres shouted angrily and raised their weapons in their hands to surround them, and their wide bodies blocked every direction.

The maiden priestess held the wooden staff, her eyes as calm as water, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, we have no ill will. ”

Illo and Bai Ji, who were already desperate, were slightly stunned, although they were a little stiff and couldn't pronounce clearly, but what she said was actually the lingua franca of the mainland. (To be continued......)

PS: (double change)