Chapter 49 Chapter Forty-eight

I followed the sentry nervously, not wanting Alex, who was walking beside me, to notice the timidity deep inside me.Satan!This child is only fifteen years old!But he was unarmed, and he went deep into the enemy's position calmly, without any trace of fear on his young face. I thought of another Alex I knew.That stupid guy with a face ten times better than his head.I hadn't seen him for a long time, and Debbie and William and Nick and the rest of the school—they seemed like a distant dream to me.Now I wake up from the dream, and here I am, fighting a group of Wind Clan elves with bird heads and human bodies in the magic space full of surprises and dangers everywhere.I don't know if I have a chance to go back to that ordinary and flat world and meet them again.

I mean, when my friends and I have sorted out the "trouble" here, when everything goes back to normal - but will it ever happen?I silently thought, or I failed in the end, the "wind" defeated the "water", Heath regained his brother Lotbal, fulfilled Vera's prophecy... No! Even if the prophecy is true.Even if it does eventually happen in a certain space, "a certain space" is not equal to "this space".This is the truth that Salamander the Wise was trying to convey to me—that there is not a single history or future for anything in the universe.Now that God has brought me to this point, please give me more confidence and courage!

I clenched the ring in my hand, widened my eyes, trying to distinguish the outline of the enemy in the thick fog. It is unbelievable that those birds set up their tents in such a short period of time.Shrouded in thick fog, I saw a magnificent azure-colored tent, like a glazed celadon bowl of excellent color, upside down on the wet grass. Standing at the entrance of the military tent were two other Wind Clan soldiers, fully armed like the sentry leading the way, with their helmets and visors down, no faces could be seen, just like two lifeless knights in armor, holding a sword inlaid with pig iron arrows The heavy spear stands in the glass exhibition hall of the museum.

But they are alive.After seeing us, the two of them took a step forward at the same time. Amid the sound of metal plate armor colliding, they stretched out their hands and opened the thick double curtains of the military tent. The sentry stood still and made a "please" gesture. I took a deep breath and stepped into the upside-down porcelain bowl in front of me.Alex followed me closely and entered the tent almost at the same time as I did.And the silent Solon walked last as usual.In that moment, I wondered what battle that horrific scar on his head was from.If that fatal blow hadn't knocked him down, he might never have fallen—a thought that made me feel a little more at ease, even though life and death in the tent were unknown.

Two heavy curtains closed behind them, blocking the snow-white mist outside.There is no fog in the tent.All the sights in front of you can be seen at a glance.I froze. This is a huge military tent that can accommodate thirty or forty people.But at this moment, besides us, there are only five people in the tent.Four Wind Clan guards wearing weapons are distributed in the four corners of the tent, and a majestic Wind Clan general sits in the center of the empty tent.He was covered in a pair of brilliant golden battle armor. Above the shoulders, the majestic eagle-shaped helmet was airtight. The metal mask was tightly fastened to the face like all other WindClan soldiers, and the position of the eyes could not be seen. A row of fine ventilation holes is left on the right side.

It should be quite normal to see such an imposing Wind Clan general in the Wind Clan tent.But I know it's unusual.Because the person sitting firmly in the high hall, the commander of the Wind Clan army, did not wear the golden bird's beak mask that I thought I would definitely see here.Isn't the other party a black robe?I stared at the other party in amazement, wondering, if this person is indeed the top general who sent troops this time, where are the nine "Tiranos" who are in power?where is sylphWhere is Heath? "Are you the envoy?" the general asked, his voice sharp and arrogant, piercing through the narrow air hole and piercing into my eardrum like a barb.I confirmed my guess, because it wasn't the voice of any Tyranos in the Land of Evergreens.As the "model" of Tiranos, Silf has always had a quiet and soft voice.

"I'm Odell, these two are Alexander of the Aqua Tribe and..." "Who is your envoy?" The general interrupted me roughly. I took a deep breath: "I am." "A woman?" The general laughed.Shrill laughter echoed in the tent, and then the four guards laughed too. Alex was visibly exasperated.At the moment of laughter, he almost jumped up, and I grabbed his arm. I know why he is angry.Obviously not just for me.In the "country under the waves" where the mermaids live, Undine is a woman, but she is the queen admired by thousands of people in the aquarium.

"I'm here to advise you to withdraw your troops as soon as possible." I cleared my throat and spoke loudly. The other party laughed louder. I pressed Alex tightly, and continued: "You are the ones asking for peace talks, and we don't need any compromise." The general stopped laughing slowly: "A senseless war is not good for both sides." "Exactly." I nodded, "We don't want to see innocent sacrifices either." "Then learn to be good, quickly return the things you stole to their original owners, and get out of this land!" The general shouted sharply.

something stolen?Did he mean Lotbar?I frowned and thought, or is it true that this Wind Clan general, like the mermaid warrior beside me, knows nothing about the whole thing?My mind was filled with questions and I completely ignored the other person's arrogant and rude attitude. But Alex didn't ignore it.He was young and energetic, and he couldn't control it long ago.I just let go of my hand when he swayed away from his position, and when I looked again, he was already in the corner of the tent! There was a WindClan guard standing there.During this process, the scales on Alex's left arm grew rapidly, and when he reached the enemy, he had already formed a huge shield. He hit the opponent fiercely with this giant shield. In the gap of the metal plate armor between the waist and ribs!

Blood splashed on the azure tent behind the guards, like textures carefully carved on celadon glaze. I stood there blankly, my mind went blank for an instant.In the chaos of shouting and unsheathing weapons, I only heard a muffled voice passing by my ears. "Run." I am not familiar with this person's voice, but I am familiar with this person's smell.I opened my eyes wide, watching the gray Solon flash past me like a gray lightning bolt. I blinked.Just one click. Solon was still standing not far from me, but the four WindClan soldiers who were still alive in the tent, including the WindClan general who spoke rudely, all fell to the ground at this moment.Alex grabbed the blood-stained dagger just now, and cut off the ground nail on the stake that fixed the corner of the military tent with one sword.

"Let's go!" he shouted. I followed him out of the tent in horror.The half-collapsed large tent was crumbling behind me, like a celadon bowl accidentally dropped from the desk.The guards standing guard at the gate had their spears taken away by Alex before they recovered their senses, and they died one by one under the hands of Solon.And then more soldiers. I ran desperately, unwilling to recall what happened in the tent just now.Solon did not have any weapons on him.He didn't even try to snatch the opponent's weapon like Alex did.With only a pair of empty hands, he twisted and broke the necks of four people through the metal plate armor.The empty metal helmet clattered and rolled far away, and the grass was stained red with blood. I only had time to glance before the big tent collapsed, and I saw the dead WindClan general, just an ordinary falcon under his helmet.