Igro disappeared again lazily. Although Iglu was judged by Qi Lang to be the prophet of the wolf clan, there was still a discussion about this kind of issue, which was actually beyond the knowledge of the snow wolf. At the same time, Iglu didn't bother to use his brains to argue with his fateful partner, after all, it was just Qi Lang's own problem, just Qi Lang's own psychological difficulties, and Iglu's entire responsibility was only to protect the safety of his partner, as for Qi Lang's stubbornness and willfulness, he was a little accustomed to it.

Control or loss of control, that is indeed a difficult problem for Qi Lang.

Just like when the killing outside Dongyang City happened suddenly that day, he was indeed out of control. Qi Lang had tried to decipher his decision at the time, trying to analyze whether there might be a second option, and he had the answer. Not only does the second option exist, but even more options exist, but all the other more secure options can never be a choice, because he is only a child of eighteen or nineteen years old, far from the calm and wise king, and even if he already has that wisdom and calmness, when the same situation arises again, he will still make the same choice, because it is the blood of the warrior.

In any case, the past should not be a problem. Qi Lang is more concerned about the future. For example, how to better control irrational impulses in the next battle, such as how to calmly choose the most appropriate route in a chaotic situation, and what this dream that just happened portends.

In the past, Qi Lang might have seen this dream as a prophecy about himself—that he would go mad little by little in a bloody battle, and become the formidable king, the lonely, angry avenger.

Qi Lang must admit that he had fantasized about becoming that kind of person several times, becoming the mad avenger, because he used to hate the world so much, because this bloody world had seen so much injustice and brought him so much pain. Just as the furious king in the dream said, to repay all the pain that has happened to him a hundred times over, that may also be a desire hidden in his subconscious.

Qi Lang always remembered the bloody battle more than ten years ago, the battle was raging, the blood stained the river, and thousands of heads were pushed on the grass. Whenever that bloody scene accidentally burrowed out of the iron box of memory, hatred was like a cold rope, tightly wrapped around his neck, giving him a feeling of almost suffocation, but also causing his mind to be congested and gradually lose his mind.

But thankfully, despite the countless bloody shocks to the sanity, the calm part of the sanity remains.

Therefore, Qi Lang can judge that that crazy dream is definitely not a prophecy!

Iglu only hastily came up with a conjecture, like a sword light flashing through a narrow gap, but Qi Lang accurately captured that little bit of aura.

Brother Iglu!

It was most likely the dream of Igru's snow wolf brother, in other words, the dream of his master.

Qi Lang had that experience, and he had discovered it before. In a series of previous dreams, Qi Lang had entered the perspective of Igoru and traveled side by side with his brother to fight against the wolves, and finally won the battle and became the leader of the wolf clan in Snow Wolf Canyon.

There was also the woman who died, Qi Lang had also seen in his dreams. Qi Lang remembered clearly that the poor woman with gray hair had been besieged by countless civilians for some reason. People ripped her clothes, cut her hair, spat on her, laughed at her, and eventually took her life. She was the most painful memory of that man, and that person was supposed to be the fateful companion of Igru's brother, and he probably had a name called Credon!

In the Snow Wolf Canyon, the stupid Marcus had inexplicably wanted to feed the snow wolf a small golden pill, the so-called partition agent, to sever the fateful connection between the beast pet and his master. It seems that his plan failed, because this dream was found, and it happened that at this point in time, this dream was found again!

This is indeed a not-so-favorable point in time: it is approaching the expectation of two or three years of civil strife mentioned by Glenn Henry, the commander of the Spiral Blade has just been assassinated, and the whole battle situation may turn in an unfavorable direction, and the old man has died unexpectedly, and the pillars of the Mingyu Kingdom have collapsed......

If that dream meant that the devil's followers were finally coming out of the darkness, they had chosen the most opportune time to make a mess. Their tentacles stretched out so long that they even reached into the territory of the Emerald Principality. Qi Lang had heard the words of those Credons in Yuanping Town—they wanted to expand their power, and for the sake of the so-called God of Vengeance and the so-called Holy War, they wanted to expand their ranks without limits. The Saint Sect, which numbered in the tens of thousands, had been their target, but fortunately, Ji Meng had now taken control of the situation, and he had also been able to infiltrate Credon secretly, trying to make them have no chance.

But they're still going to do it!

That shows that their strength is strong enough.

Could it be those slaves? A not-so-good conjecture suddenly popped up in Qi Lang's heart. He still remembered what he and Marcus had seen in the town of Vache, where blood was clotting everywhere, and 300,000 slaves were gone!

They were unarmed, emaciated slaves, and the guards were guarded by tens of thousands of troops, well-armed and prohibitively combative. But the slaves succeeded, they fought back, and eventually broke the cage and regained their freedom, but ......

Why did they end up with no trace? It stands to reason that they should unite and organize into an army, in the name of justice, against the rotten system, against the empire that has oppressed them for hundreds of years.

But they just disappeared and disappeared. It's been more than a year, and there has never been any news of the slaves. In this way, the greatest possibility is that they have hidden for a common goal, temporarily dormant, and when the best time comes, they will suddenly appear like a flash flood.

The bond that binds them together is, of course, hatred!

Zi Lang knew that hatred deeply, because he had lived in the Vache slave camp for three full years, he had seen the dark life of the slaves, and he had seen the darkness that could never be escaped. They have reason to hate the world, the wicked who have brought them untold suffering, the system of darkness that makes them hopeless. As the Dustless Old Man said that day, they have been blinded by hatred, so they are most likely to be converted into devilish believers, and then let the desire to kill take control of their souls!

Of course, these are just Qi Lang's conjectures, and it can also be believed that he is seeking relief from his terrible dreams, and then passing on the evil persecution. Even if that was the case, Qi Lang was glad that he still had the ability to persuade himself like this, because the hoarse cry in the dream really contained too many evil thoughts, even if it had the slightest connection with that roar, he couldn't bear it.

The troubles caused by the terrible dreams can be temporarily relieved in this way, but at the same time, Qi Lang found that the burden on his shoulders became heavier- The situation in his own country is on the brink of a storm, the puppet and the real culprit of the evil behind him are about to reveal their sharp minions, the Otto Empire's military adjustment is hidden and murderous, the conspirator Absion's unpredictable layout, every move hides an infinite number of back-ups, the warriors of the Luman Empire are in danger, the powerful hunters are in the shadows full of bows and arrows, and finally, there is this even more inexplicable group of Credon, whose ambitions are greater and the harm they may bring will be greater......

These are all heavy burdens that make people breathless, one after another, and they weigh heavily on Qi Lang's heart. Probably that's what the deceitful Igru is referring to, as a formidable king, he must endure such loneliness, he must accept such difficult challenges. He is responsible for these burdens, so he can only grit his teeth and bear them on his shoulders.

Fortunately, by Qi Lang's side, he still has some strong and warm support, just like Mr. Zhu Lai, who traveled thousands of miles to Xia Qi Town, just like those brothers who trust him unreservedly.

All problems will be solved! Qi Lang has that confidence, with the help of these supports, he will disassemble and divide these burdens, and solve them one by one!

And the first task now is the night of the full moon in three days!

It was a critical point in time that could trigger a certain feng shui array, and that feng shui array was said to be designed to solve a rather serious crisis, which may not be imminent, but since this point in time had already arrived, Qi Lang had to understand it.

So, Qi Lang decided to talk to Aunt Dong well, not as a formidable king, but as the son of her good friend, and as the grandson of her respected teacher. These two identities are for Aunt Dong to refuse. It's time for all the secrets to be revealed, and she really shouldn't be like the mother chicken with open wings, who has to do her best to trap all the newly hatched chicks behind her, because the crisis is inevitable. At the same time, she should also notice that the newly hatched chicks have also been reborn, they have become eagles about to spread their wings, their arms have become strong, their wings have become full-fledged - they need to face challenges, they need to grow in challenges.