A huge roar came from the room, accompanied by the sound of utensils falling.

Fei Moen's burning eyes were about to spit out fire, and he roared at the people in front of him: "The Guardian has already told you that the other party's target is in the Ash Tree Ridge." Several alliance officials were silent and looked at each other, "But you can't say that, Fei Moen and Gula are equally important in the plan of the Immortal One."

"You are not qualified to discuss all this," Fei Moen punched the table. If the resentment in his eyes could kill people, then the few people in front of him should be dead. The war games on the map jumped up and fell down. "I'd better think about how to end now!"

But a calm voice inserted:

"They have figured out a solution."

Bud Black Feather is still the same calm and taciturn as he looks.

His sudden arrival attracted everyone's attention. Several alliance officials looked in that direction as if they saw a savior. Fei Moen hurriedly bowed, put his palm inward on his chest and bowed to him: "Sir, Guardian."

Bard quietly walked through everyone, came to the desk, swept the map with his hands, swept away the debris on it one by one. He pressed his hands on the desk, stood up, looked at the map, and spoke, "The Son of the Crow has already given the order."

"May guardian..."

Bud raised his head, his eyes fell on Femoen, and looked around everyone behind him, like a flickering sword tip, which made the latter swallow the words to his mouth.

He then withdrew his gaze and continued in a stable tone: "We continue to implement the original plan."

Those alliance officials seemed to have all breathed a sigh of relief.

But someone still asked a question: "But...is there no problem... now?"

Femoen pursed his thin lips and glanced at the man silently with a cold look, but he had to admit that the other party asked him the question.

"Someone will deal with them."

Bud looked at the stain on the map, and the poured cup splashed with a bleak wine, dizzying into a shadow, and under that shadow was the Gray Tree Ridge.

...

There was a jingling sound echoing in the camp.

The taciturn soldiers wearing dirty armor and carrying big swords, were lifting their camp tents and looking at the direction of the bells, they exchanged gazes with each other, then walked forward into the wind and snow, gathering together.

A long team of invisible people looked down from the air like several black rivers, gathering together in silence and flowing in the same direction.

The gamblers who were laughing, beating and scolding with camp prostitutes or sitting at the gambling table suddenly stopped and walked out of the house, watching the scene in surprise. "Is the Blood-Eyed Death Guard coming out?" People asked each other the same question.

"Has Lord Blood Eye received the order?"

“Where are we going?”

"The Death Guards have already received news. We are most likely going to go to the north to start the war."

"With those sluts?"

"Don't forget that they defeated the guardian who has always been known for his prudence."

"Shhh, whisper..."

"Don't you want to live?"

Whispers spread among the mercenaries.

But until a more precise command is delivered between everyone-

It was a strong man with a big sword on his back and walked in. He raised his head and shouted to everyone: "The order above has arrived. Everyone, take up your weapons and we are ready to drive."

"Where are you going, captain?" After a loud noise, people asked one after another.

The strong man looked around from everyone present and said:

“Gray Tree Ridge.”

"We go to Ash Tree Ridge, the temple is serious this time, those people are dead."

"They promised, promised to give us a lot of money."

The strong man opened his five fingers and compared a number to them.

After a silence, deafening cheers erupted in the room:

"Long live the Lord of the Storm!"

But far north of Toville, people living behind the dark walls and the silent snowfall cannot hear the long horn sound from the south.

There was a strange silence above the community, as if since the fall of Ash Tree Ridge, news from all aspects has lost its source. The Temple and the Guild Alliance also blocked all information, making the entire northern border, abnormal quiet before the arrival of this war.

The tiny flame was reflecting a clean, young but determined face, and a gaze that reflected the same bright light. Deer was stretching out a pair of hands and baking repeatedly by the bonfire. The bonfire was burning quietly in the dark, providing a little warmth, and occasionally a spark jumped out and landed on the sand.

She turned around and tentatively held her sister's cold hand. The blind girl was slightly stunned and couldn't help but smile at her sister. Then she turned around and looked at the black-haired boy sitting on the other side of the campfire, holding her cheeks and staring at the flame in a daze.

Although the girl could not see her eyes, she seemed to be able to outline the outline of the person she imagined from the other party's slight inhalation. There was a hint of gentleness in her empty eyes.

It’s a pity that the box didn’t feel the subtle atmosphere at all.

He only focused on the beating flame, imagining the shape of a demon and monster, and gestured with his other hand on the hilt of the sword, as if he was fantasizing about his situation when he was fighting those vicious enemies.

Deal looked up at her sister, then looked at the boy again. She lowered her head and couldn't help but think of those warm days. She thought how good it would be to such a time last forever, and if his father was still here...

She sighed softly.

In that sigh, it seemed that it was far more mature than the age should be—

As the little girl looked at her, the gray smoke mixed with sparks rose to the roof, bypassing the simple but sufficient wooden frame to shelter from the wind and rain, and disappeared behind it. The jumping fire still depicts the remaining outline of the building - but a broken wall and a few standing pillars were burned black by the fire.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Huishuling was originally a military fortress, with not many houses behind the high walls, and they were burned out in that battle. The redeemed people adapted to local conditions and built these "sanctuaries" on a ruin with the dismantled materials.

Although they are simple, they are enough for refugees to stay.

A rustling footsteps interrupted the box's thoughts.

Before that, he had defeated a cyclops, a few tree demons, a scorpion-tailed lion, a silver-maned giant spider, and a whole team of gray knights in the temple of Crow Claws. The boy put his hand off the hilt of the sword and looked in that direction.

There, Pasha was walking out of the darkness, looking at the three of them, and whispered: "Mr. Box, Lord Reed, please go to the top of the city."

The box nodded, held his sword and stood up.

Deal was shocked. Although he had expected it, he couldn't help but look at this scene in his heart and look at his sister.

But the blind girl's expression was still peaceful, and she suddenly spoke: "Mr. Aidan Ryan."

"My name is Box." Box was stunned for a moment, turned around and replied. The bonfire was reflected on his face, and it was slightly dyed with a light red color.

But the girl smiled and did not refute.

She raised her head, looked at the person in front of her with an empty gaze, and said seriously: "Please come back safely, we will wait for you here... and your companions, Captain Ed, please be safe... Lord Ouli, he will protect all kind people."

The box had never experienced such emotions before. The girl's words were like a seed, which made him feel a little uneasy. He didn't know what the subtle feeling was in his heart, so he could only purs his lips tightly and then nodded silently to the other party.

He rarely makes promises to others.

Don't even understand what the promise means-

...

In the dark room.

Luo Yu was silently looking at the crystal in his hand.

The empty sound seemed to still echo in the air around him, but he knew it was just an illusion, and the whisper was lingering in his mind.

He silently put down the crystal in his hand, turned around in one direction, and his eyes quietly stared at the darkness there. The whispers floating in the shadows seemed to be tangible. They formed a scroll like the smoke and dust.

The crystal fell back onto the desk with a 'kick' and shook it.

This extremely clear voice pulled him back from that illusion. He pulled away the chair and couldn't help but take a step back. The picture formed in his mind suddenly collapsed, as if it was annihilated in ashes, turning into a dusty dust.

Then he turned around again, looking at the things on the table with incomprehensible eyes—

...

Above the silver clouds, the fleet gathered here was hanging sails one by one, and the dark shadow was sliding forward in silence.

The lonely boat in the sea silently stared at the sail shadows that were gradually fading away. Several fleets were blending into the night and turned into tiny black dots until they finally disappeared.

At the last moment, the other party sent a message - the message was recorded from the communication crystal by the messenger, written on paper, and sent to the captain's room. On the thin piece of paper, there were only two short words:

"The north wind is gradually silencing-"

"I wish you all the best."

There are seven notes in total, and the last command before the action is exactly.

Canghai lonely boat folded the note, turned around, and ordered to the messenger behind him: "Rise the sail, raise the anchor," he stared at the map nailed to the wall in that direction, and was silent for a moment before speaking again: "Target Altori, be sure to arrive before dawn-"

"If necessary, you can send a wing boat and let several elite teams prepare first."

He raised his wrist again, looked at the time on his watch, and continued:

"It's 0:41, 17 seconds from Etariya time - I announced my intervention and officially began."

"The bottom line of action is to stop the target at all costs."

Then he put down his hand and just silently looked at the messenger nodded heavily, turned around and walked out the door.

On his side was Jorie, who had just arrived from the Star Gate and had not yet changed into the Jeffrett Red Clothes.

Although the latter has been retired for more than half a year, he has not left Xingmen Port yet. During his period of psychological counseling, the rehabilitation staff originally gave him advice that it is best not to return to Xingmen again, but after receiving the invitation letter from this "new partner", he still came.

He watched this young man grow up, mature at a speed visible to the naked eye, and became a truly qualified commander. Moreover, his nostalgia for this world is obviously no less than anyone else.
To be continued...