Chapter 68 Chapter 67

I'm glad the soldiers didn't call her by name directly. What should I call her?Vera?Darvila?Or the Ilona Shiraj who had a "marriage contract" with D? In the interlacing of time and space in the past six hundred years, no matter how many names and faces she has changed, she has never changed.She is a witch.Powerful witch.It was she who once opened her mouth to make the famous twin prophecy, which led to all the causes and consequences. Maybe Hiss is our most dangerous enemy, but she is the one who started it all. Because she hates me. Hate is a powerful force.Just one thought, sometimes it can destroy a person, sometimes it is enough to destroy the whole world.

I don't know what it's like to see her again.I really do not know.I can't describe it.If I had a choice, I'd rather never see her again.But she happened to appear in front of me time and time again.Active or passive, direct or indirect.It's like a terrible predator suddenly broke into the saturated life in front of me, destroying and destroying everything I have. Thanks to Satan, I actually haven't really seen her a few times since Lotbar "died" in my place.To be precise, it is three times. The first time, she showed up at my wedding to D and cursed us both (this came true, because the chain of events that followed amply proved it, not to mention Heath);

The second time, she appeared in the foggy "foyer" and brought a shriveled head to predict my death (this also came true, and I then fell into "nothingness"); For the third time, she "hidden" in Evergreen Land as a pink sunflower cockatoo and Heath, forcing me to collect all four tokens of the elemental spirits to resurrect Lotbal (yes, she sat all ). She only appeared three times in total, but each time left an indelible impression.I don't know what the outcome will be this time. Not far ahead, the majestic WindClan command tent is like a city given life, moving in the white mist, like a mirage emerging from the sea.Surrounded by countless smaller tents, with different colors and inexplicable patterns, it is like a magnificent and dense market village in an illusory dream.It makes me involuntarily think of leprechauns.They belonged to the same race of elves, but their forms and temperaments were so different.

Siegfried went ahead of me and D followed me.I took a deep breath and tightened my grip on the dragon ring on my finger.I know that I should no longer be afraid, should no longer be timid, should no longer escape. I'm not D, and I'm not Siegfried.I'm wearing Undine's tank top, Queen of the Aqua, but I'm not her either. The blood stains that can never be wiped off under my feet and the endless groans of the wounded make me feel so small and ordinary, I will never be able to play any role on the battlefield like a real soldier.I can't do anything about the war, but at least, I think I can face my past, present, and unknown future calmly.

Because that's all I can do right now.Regardless of whether it is through Vera or not, I must find Heath and Radu as soon as possible to end this war and everything in front of me. I took a deep breath and strode forward. Two familiar figures were waiting for me in front of the military tent.Two tall mermaid warriors.I didn't see them when the whole group of Aqua soldiers evacuated from the battlefield before. "Cetus!" I pounced on him in surprise, "Are you all right?" He hugged me.The strong bloody smell from the opponent's body rushed towards my face, and the sharp cross-section of a large piece of broken scales hurt me.But he gave me a rare smile. "I don't die that easily," he told me.

Solon standing beside him didn't speak, but nodded to us. I suddenly realized a serious problem. "The kid named Alex, I mean, where's Sandy?" I looked around worriedly, but I soon noticed that they were the only mermaid warriors in the entire WindClan camp, and there was no one there. other people. Where did Alex go?is he still aliveAt this moment, the smiling face of this fifteen-year-old mermaid boy is deeply engraved in my mind, and my throat is full of the taste of the seaweed cake he handed me.In the eerie silence, I seemed to be back on the battlefield again, and saw the young mer warrior dead at my feet, blood bubbling from a deep gash in his side.Two irrelevant images overlapped inexplicably in my mind, and my heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Setus and Solon glanced at each other.That look made me shudder again.I held my breath, and the eyes of everyone present were on the two of them at the moment. "He went back." In the end, Setus deliberately avoided Little S's eyes and said to me, "Together with most of the surviving Aqua soldiers. Only a small group of us stayed." Although I was greatly relieved by the news that Alex was still alive, I was surprised by the tone of the other party's words. "Why?" I realized my stupidity as soon as I opened my mouth.They are enemies.The mermaid warrior didn't want to stay and share the same room with the Wind Clan soldiers, which was originally a reasonable thing.

Sure enough, said Setus, "Most of the Aqua warriors have returned to the Realm Beneath the Waves with the bodies of the wounded and the dead. I cannot order them. For their war is over." I took another deep breath.He was right.For the mermaid warriors, this is a meaningless battle. They've done their part, the rest, it's up to me. "Then why did you stay?" D said suddenly. "I promised Undine that I will help you until the last moment." Setus looked into his eyes and said clearly, "I made an oath." "You may die." D said coldly.

"Then the debt owed by the mermaid clan many years ago can be paid off." My heart skipped a beat.I turned to look at D and saw the same surprise on his face.But only for a moment, his face instantly regained its calm. "Some things have passed so long that I don't even remember them myself." He said indifferently. "But some people never forget for a moment." "Sometimes, forgetting might be a good thing." "Not for the Mermaids." "I hate debt." "It is not you who owe us, Eragon," Cetus said to him calmly, "but we who owe you."

"I'm not a dragon knight!" He suddenly raised his voice, and I froze.I watched him stretch out his hand and pull out the long sword at his waist with a clang, everyone present was taken aback. "I will return this sword to you after the war is over." He stared at Setus and said. "Elder Theodore said this is your sword." The other party frowned. "He got the wrong person." After throwing down these words, D quickly put his sword back into its sheath, stepped past the crowd, and walked into the army tent first.