Chapter 50 Chapter Forty-Nine

I don't know how long I ran.But when I pricked up my ears, there was indeed no sound of shouts of killing or clashes of weapons behind me.So I barely stopped, bent over, panting heavily.Thick cold mist choked into my throat, with a sickly wet smell of blood.I think I'm going to throw up. It was very quiet all around.The cold mist came and went like a group of white-clothed ghosts.Calculated by the distance I have run, I should have returned to my own camp by this time, back to my dear D and thousands of mermaid warriors.I should be safe.But right now there is no one around me.Am I going in the wrong direction in my panic?I shivered.My shoes and socks had long been soaked with dew on the grass, my clothes were damp, and my bare arms were covered with tiny drops of water.

Wait, no.I see a person. A man in a black suit walked towards me.Is it D, or Lotbar? I took a few steps quickly, but I tightly clenched my mouth at the moment before the happy cry came out.I swallowed it hard.My whole body was stiff and motionless.I can feel a drop of water running down my arm and dripping into the grass. Dip, answer. I want to run away.But my legs weigh more than a thousand catties.The run just now has exhausted all my strength.I can't run anymore. I can't escape either. In the dense fog, the black figure became more and more clear. The visitor was tall and slender, wrapped in a black cloak embroidered with gold thread.Under the lowered hood, a familiar golden beak mask shone like a mirror in the mist.

The black robe stopped when he saw me.He was standing about a room away from me, five or six feet, oh no, maybe a little bit farther.Because I can't see the eyes behind his mask.But a fierce murderous intent spread into the mist from every inch of the opponent's black robe.In just a moment, all the water vapor in the world was soaked with his killing intent.My exposed skin hurt like a bee sting. Fortunately, only for a short while.A floating white mist covered my eyes.When the mist passed, the black robe was gone.The oppressive feeling of the catacombs also disappeared. I wiped the sweat from my head and the water from my arms, then turned around carefully and looked around.The white mist has gathered again, and everything has returned to normal.I heard a voice.There is also the special grinding sound of laced leather shoes sweeping across the grass.

It was Solon. "Is something wrong here?" he asked me. Thanks Satan.I studied him carefully.His gray hair was still matted, and his bloodstained hands were still empty.He stood still in front of me, a pair of sharp blade-like eyes quickly and vigilantly swept around. "I seem to see a person..." I was still in shock, and said hoarsely. "Who?" "No, maybe I was wrong." I suddenly became uncertain.I avoid the other's eyes, trying to adjust my chaotic breathing. This is impossible.Even if there are as many as nine "Tiranos" in the Land of Evergreens, even if they all wear the same black robes and masks, there is no difference in body shape or even voice, even if I am separated from the person just now At a distance, and the place was full of fog, I still recognized him at a glance.

He is the second black robe in that tower.Heath secretly arranged the "eyeliner" in the Kingdom of Evergreen.The "Anonymous" that I'm almost entirely sure is from another dimension.How could he appear here?Am I really wrong?My heart is beating wildly, because this is already the camp of the mermaid army. After a while, Alex came back too.He carried four nearly new enemy spears in his hands - his "trophies", and the shark leather dagger that had been "turned in" was slung around his waist.It took him a while to catch up, because he wanted to "retrieve" his sword again.

I looked at him in shock, the kid was almost covered in blood.Can't tell whether it's the enemy's or his own.I can only see a deep wound on his waist and ribs, and the fish scale armor on it is in pieces. "You're bleeding!" I yelled. "It's just a small scratch." Alex scratched at the wound and wiped the blood on his hand, but he didn't even frown. "Go back to me." Solon glared at him. The sharpness on the young man's face was instantly extinguished. "Don't send me away," he begged, "I want to stay here."

"You acted recklessly and killed one of the opponent's outposts. What are you doing here?" Solon scolded angrily, "Do you still want to claim credit?" Alex's face flushed.He lowered his head and fiddled with his saber, murmuring speechlessly.At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly broke in. "Outpost?" I turned around in surprise, but I saw neither D nor Lotterbal.Only Cetus came. The surrounding fog has lightened slightly, and over his shoulders covered with scales and armor, I can vaguely distinguish that countless mermaid warriors are camping not far away.

Solon and Alex saluted respectively. "We encountered an outpost of the enemy during this mission. There were thirty-five of them in total. All of them have been wiped out." Solon calmly reported to Setus, "Sandy was wounded, but Miss Odell and I were unharmed." "Mr. Solon, you have doubts." Setus nodded. As the supreme commander of the mermaid tribe, he had no comment on this result that was contrary to expectations, and seemed to fully approve of the other party's move.But what surprised me even more was that he used honorific titles when addressing each other.

"That falcon is very stupid and does not seem to be in a high position," said Solon. "I think someone must be behind it, someone of higher rank. But I have searched carefully, and there was no one else in the camp at that time. .” "Sir, you're right." Cetus sighed. "This 'higher-level person' does exist. It's just that when you were looking for him in the enemy camp, he had already arrived here." My heart skipped a beat, and I felt that Solon's sharp gaze suddenly swept across my face intentionally or unintentionally. "Who is it?" he asked.

"A black robe wearing a mask. 'Tiranos' of the Land of Evergreens." Cetus frowned tightly, "He should be the king of a country and the commander of the entire army, but he took the initiative to come to the enemy as an envoy. Battalion. It's a very odd thing." "What did he say?" Before Solon could speak, I couldn't help interjecting. Setus turned his eyes to me. "Go to war," he told me clearly. "The other party does not intend to negotiate peace. He expects to go to war with us as soon as possible."