: One thousand two hundred and sixty-nine

　　The night is like a shadow, the wind wafts the water vapor from the river. After the rush of the middle of the night, the fat man finally reached the Bian River defense line, and the Black Forest Allied Forces Camp below, unaware of the imminent danger,
　　
　　 "Come, take the ebony tray for tomorrow! Let's have another drink"
　　
The camp was full of silhouettes, all kinds of hustle and bustle came and went, everyone was celebrating, the patriarchs were all excited and excited, and they kept raising their wine glasses and pouring them down, even the always stable Punk Patriarch Punk Pasteur, too, could not be refused. The patriarchs of all tribes took turns to drink a dozen glasses of wheat Pi wine, with wheat bubbles floating in the corners of his mouth, and a pair of intoxicated eyes full of red blood.
　　
　　 is different from his eager look. Ferrantier sitting next to him looks more and more ugly. As the banquet enters a high tide, because of his injuries, Ferrantier cannot drink.
　　
And the unbridled remarks among the drunken patriarchs made him feel harsh, especially when he talked about the last Umto battle, it made him feel like sitting on a needle felt, every word was like a whip, and he was lashed hard at him. In a self-esteem that is higher than others,
　　
　　 "I'm a little uncomfortable..." Ferrantier, who was sitting next to Punk Pasteur, finally stood up, his face pale, and his five fingers were slightly white because they were too tight.
　　
Ferrantial stood up and swayed, preparing to leave the table angrily. Several self-conscious patriarchs hurriedly got up and persuaded "The military master does not need to be angry, everyone drinks too much, don't go to the heart!" But Fei Lantier's persistent attitude suddenly embarrassed the banquet atmosphere
　　
"I don't know what to do!" Punk Pasteur looked at Ferrante's back, and there was a cold flash in his drunken eyes. "This man, after all, is not a Black Forest man." Thinking of this, his expression seemed a bit indifferent. Minute
　　
The reason why he previously relied on Ferrantier was mainly because he wanted to rely on his identity and wisdom to help him defeat the Suk, his biggest opponent in the Black Forest. Ferrantier did not live up to his hopes. In a short period of half a month, both hard and soft, bought the Sukh elder Kasa, and used his hands to poison the Sukh elder elders with chronic poison, so that the power of Su Ke Bailing, who has not yet become a patriarch, was suspended. , Forcing Su Ke Bailing, who has little experience, to take the initiative to unite with the Punk,
　　
If it wasn’t an accident that night, the Punk tribe may have already taken the opportunity of the Su Ke Bailing’s killing, and with the two elders Casa inside, it is possible to annex the entire Su Ke without any effort, but the plan is because of a sudden appearance The mysterious character is upset, not only has Sucker Braun been taken away, but he has also got in his own son. This makes Punk Pasteur very dissatisfied.
　　
No, but on the other hand, Ferrantier, as a descendant of the Prophet, threw the news that Ulanto had the Prophet’s Treasure, and it was immediately supported by other tribes in the Black Forest, which also had to cause Punkba Side's vigilance,
　　
　　 This Ferrante’s ability is so good,
　　
　　The bloodline of the Prophet is most vividly reflected in him, and his nature is the kind of fierce character for the purpose and unscrupulous. Such a person can be a sword against the enemy, and can also become a serious trouble for himself.
　　
　　 "In this case, the military division please help yourself! Come, send the military division to rest!" Punk Pasteur shouted to the side with his tongue, seemingly unaware of these unpleasant words, hurting his military,
　　
　　 Several servants of the Punk tribe came over
　　
"No, I can still go by myself!" Ferrantial stood up angrily. Pasteur's attitude made him very angry. Everyone can see that he said that discomfort is just a way to express dissatisfaction. It's a pity His way was obviously neglected by Pasteur, and he was so painstaking in helping the Punk to ascend to the throne of the first group of the Black Forest in one fell swoop. Is it just such an attitude?
　　
　　 As he left, the patriarchs began to appear more carefree. "Anyway, the people who can appear here are all native Black Forest people, and this black robe is obviously an outsider,
　　
The Black Forest has been able to exist independently for hundreds of years, and its external exclusion has always been obvious, otherwise it will not become an extremely dangerous and terrifying place in the Salander population, just watching Punk Pasteur attaches great importance to this person Serving
　　
　　 The patriarchs of all ethnic groups are respectable in face, but that is only in face.
In their traditional and discerning eyes, this black robe is an ominous sign, and some people even call him
unknown crow
in private.
　　
　　 "It's such a nasty guy. If Patriarch Pasteur hadn't taken him in, he still doesn't know where to wander!?" A drunk patriarch said in a tone of voice
　　
"Who said no, it's just an outsider! I don't know what qualifications to sit here!" Another patriarch echoed, because he had been wearing a black robe, giving people an unfathomable look, thinking of white The ambush that overwhelmed the whole army of the three thousand Sukh cavalry squads came from this man’s hand. The patriarchs of all tribes have always been more afraid of this man than they liked. Seeing him finally hiding in the distance, the figure was slightly lonely , The look on his face is more of a disdain,
　　
"Cheers, for victory!" There were shouts of drunkenness and smoke, officers who were walking around holding wine glasses, drunk soldiers who flowed on the ground, and those who were completely unable to integrate into these lively atmospheres, Ferrantier In the black robe, he walked between the barracks, surrounded by vocals, but he felt very lonely. Although the whole camp was brightly lit, the soldiers deliberately ignored his presence.
　　
This is mainly his black robe with a strong sense of mystery and uncertainty, always giving people a difficult feeling, like a layer of invisible mist, covering this mysterious black robe, everyone Are subconsciously avoiding him
　　
"It's ridiculous. I'm an ominous person outside. In the Black Forest, I'm an ominous person! Isn't the bloodline of the Prophet reduced to such a situation?" Ferrantell's mouth showed a wry smile, his lone figure standing still At the corner of the camp, holding a wine glass, gazed silently at the celebrating crowd, showing loneliness in his eyes. No one talked to him. All Black Foresters kept a distance from him with vigilance, and their eyes showed alertness.
　　
Occasionally, some noisy drunks approached this strange guy, and as soon as they saw his black robe, he immediately stopped, turning around like a ghost, noisy crowds, food, music, wine,... All of this has nothing to do with him. This is a world that does not belong to him.
　　
　　 This is the celebration of the winners, and he is a failure. In the speeches of these people, no matter how you express your loyalty, you do not belong to the Black Forest.
　　
　　 "It's hilarious, isn't it?" 　　
　　 A figure came from the shadow next to him and raised a wine glass in his hand to him
　　
"It's you!" Ferrantier's face was slightly stunned, his pupils shrunk slightly, he remembered that this man called Duane Twiss, the head of the Dures tribe, just at the banquet, he deliberately pressed the prophet Ferran The matter of the treasure, forcing Punk Pasteur to have to throw himself to stabilize the hearts of the various patriarchs is also equivalent to revealing his news of the Punk Clan to everyone, and the sequelae it brings are not troublesome. Is this enemy a friend? "Frantier frowned, raising his heart,
　　
"Don't you have a drink? Tomorrow you will be able to enter the ebony wandering!" Duan Newcastle said calmly, his eyes flashing like a flame. "Hello Ferranti, my There is nothing wrong with this title!"
　　
"You are not the same. Chen Nuo, who gave the nobility, will soon be able to cash it out!" Ferrantere responded coldly, the Durex ranked sixth in the Black Forest, and the Duane twisted Cass. Known as the best patriarch of the Dures,
　　
It is said that he has only inherited the position of patriarch for 4 years, and he has allowed the originally unrepresented Dures to show their heads from the Black Forest tribes, and there are signs of rising stars. Before 4 years, this Duan twisted Cass. The head of the patriarch has never been mentioned. The reason for the promise to send troops this time is for a mountainous area bordering on Umtuo. The location of the mountainous area is not very good, and it is basically a wasteland that is difficult to reclaim. The Slavs used this as an excuse to join the coalition. Ferrantir has always been skeptical, but one more alliance is better than one enemy.
　　
"Oh, each other, but my family is not completely without ideas about the treasures of the Prophet!" Feeling the badness from Ferrantier, Duan twisted the corner of Kas's mouth and chuckled, not caring about Ferrantis' indifference. , Laughing
　　
　　 "At least I know that there is no prophet’s treasure in Ebony, so I will capture Ebony tomorrow, and if you don’t find the so-called treasure, it may not be a very pleasant thing for you."
　　
　　 "Why do you think this way? Everyone knows that the Prophet was exiled with the Virgin Umtuo. If the Prophet's bones were buried there, the greatest possibility must be the city of Umtuo built by the Virgin!"
　　
"Haha, it's a naive idea!" Duane said with a disdainful twist of the corners of Kas's mouth, and said with a bright eyes. "Although you are a direct descendant of the Prophet, when the Prophet was exiled, his pregnant wife was Salander The high nobility was pardoned by the royal family, so it is completely forgivable to know nothing about the prophet’s last years. What I can tell you is that the prophet did not end up with the Virgin in Urumto, but with Moya Ke, who is her most trusted personal female guard, is together. Do Mo Ya Ke, Muyako, have a little feeling!"
　　
　　 "Who the are you? How could you know this"
　　
Ferrantier's body was slightly shocked, and his eyes looked incredible to a leisurely look of Duan Twisted Cass. Many things of the prophet Ferran have been deliberately worn away by the later sky temple for hundreds of years. By the way, even his direct descendants were only passed down from his ancestors. When the prophet Ferran was exiled, his wife was pardoned because of the nobility of the nobleman of Sarand,
　　
　　 And the whereabouts of the Prophet after exile, even his immediate descendants did not know,
　　
　　 He believed that he was in Umdut because he was exiled together according to family rumors at that time, and he also had a firm trust in the Prophet and insisted not to change his original intention.
　　
"My name is Duan Newcastle! You know this, but there is another surname that you don’t know, Suzanne Umto." Duan twisted Kas and looked up at the full moon above his head, his eyes flashing and his expression faintly responding Tao
　　
　　 "You are the descendant of the saint!" Ferrantier was speechless for a moment in shock
　　
"Okay, I don’t have much time. I’ll just tell you and leave here immediately." Duane twisted his face and said solemnly. "Because your stupid self-righteous attack has angered a person who should not provoke, This is a civil unrest in the Black Forest. Let them take it on their own. You are not from the Black Forest. There is no need to join in!"
　　
"Are you talking about the Imperial Army?" Ferrantil laughed dumbly, his voice paused, and he definitely said, "It's impossible. Even if the news of the war reaches the Imperial Army, it will take at least 5 days plus the time they gather troops." Above, then, everything is settled"
　　
"What about that? Can you hold Umuto in front of the 100,000 Imperial Army?" Duan twisted Cass and finally persuaded. "Or like the old Pasteur who was stunned by his desire, Do you encourage other races to fight against the empire together? Don’t joke, even if you mobilize everyone in the Black Forest, you won’t be able to win this battle of great strength!

　　
　　 "Oh, I never said I would guard Ebony!"
　　
　　 unexpectedly sneered at the corner of his mouth. Say "The reason why I insist on going to Umduo is just for an answer, this is very important for my Ferran family"
　　
　　 "What answer?" Duane twisted Cass and asked unexpectedly
　　
Ferranti looked up and stared at the sky with dignity, and said after a moment of silence, "For hundreds of years, outsiders thought my Ferran family was very beautiful. In fact, a few people knew that we endured the burden and looked infinitely beautiful. In fact, the royal family and the temple have been suppressing in secret in secret. Every generation of heirs has not lived through the age of thirty, either suddenly died of poison or died madly,
　　
This is what the light prophet Ferran left to us. He let himself shine like a starlight, but let his descendants live in hell. The royal family and the temple never gave up the surveillance of the Ferran family. They were afraid of the prophet Ferran. Of the descendants of will notice from the family record,
　　
　　I can’t understand why, and why he led the Salanders to fight for the bright prophet, and finally brought such a dismal result to his descendants! For this reason, I even put down the descendants of the prophets and joined the temple to become a low-level sacrifice, in order to be able to know the truth of history from the temple’s historical records. Unfortunately, all I get are some of the saints The temple tampered with the truth"
　　
　　 "It's ridiculous, isn't it?" Ferranti had a terrible look, and there was a strong hatred all over his body, saying, "But for our family, this is really very heavy, and something that has been pressed on us since birth.
　　
　　 I once had three older brothers, all of whom were imprisoned by the temple for various reasons because of their efforts to find the truth, and finally died one by one.
　　
　　 Their biggest wish before death is to know what kind of person the real Ferran ancestors are,
　　
　　 They used blood and life to steal a royal secret file, and recorded a thing inside. There is a temple of the saint in the underground of the city of Urumto! That's why the royal family has always wanted to destroy Umuto,
　　
　　 "Similarly, there is the answer I want to know!" Ferrantier's voice stopped, if he could pass through the hood covering his face, he would see two lines of crystal clear tears flowing down his white cheeks,
　　
"For this, do you have to drag tens of thousands of Black Forest people into the water?" Duane twisted Cass's quirky look and stopped his voice, saying, "In fact, there is nothing there, just an empty palace ruin. The real thing has long been burned down with the civil strife of the Sukh tribe, and you are so distracted by what you want to know, I am afraid that you will be disappointed..."
　　
　　 "But there is still a complete statue of the Prophet, isn't it?"
　　
Ferrantier suddenly interrupted him with his hands clenched into fists, his eyes full of blood and red snapped, "This is enough. I am the last descendant of the Ferran family. I have been carrying the Ferran family for hundreds of years. From countless grievances,
　　
　　Like the black robe on me, since I stepped into hell, I didn't plan to walk out of the Black Forest alive. Even if I died, I would question the guy who brought disaster to all descendants. Why, why? "
　　
"Why are you doing this?" Duane twisted Cass and shook his head. As a descendant of the first saint, he did not expect the history of the Ferran family to cry so much, compared with the exile of the saint, at least Durex The clan can also have certain self-sufficiency
　　
　　 "Now that I have taken ninety-nine steps, I will not give up the last step!" Ferrantier said firmly.
　　
"Well, go to your temple of the Virgin!" Duan Newcastle looked at him solemnly, took out a small square buckle from his arms, and threw it to Ferrante. "This is the Virgin." The key to the temple, there is really nothing there. If there is, then there is no way to answer your whistling cold wind. Good luck!"
　　
　　 "How about you. Don't you go to Umuto?" Ferranger accidentally caught the thrown square buckle and glanced at it, with a few weird numbers written on it, like what code
　　
"I'm leaving!" Duane twisted Cass and took a deep breath, saying, "As I said, your attack has frightened the Falcon Army. If I didn't make a mistake, the Falcon Army should Already aware of your plan to attack Umuto!"
　　
Duanka twisted his gaze to the river that was not far away and said, "I don't want to get involved in this trouble. I can't look back after the Bion River. I have ordered my men to set off and return. I came to see you for the wish of the first lady!"
　　
　　 "What wish?" This time it was Ferrante's turn who was surprised,
　　
　　 "It's nothing... It's just a grudge between two love rivals!" Duane twisted the corner of Kas's mouth and smiled bitterly, shrugging helplessly without saying a word, but the look on his face had shown everything,
　　
　　 "It turns out that the saint is also a woman!" Ferrantier laughed with a grasp of understanding, and he finally knew why Duan Twisted had been targeting himself before. What was this?
　　
　　"Hundreds of years of grudges, forget it, let it go!" Duane twisted Cass and shook his head, seeming to be quite emotional, and also a little embarrassed, turned away and disappeared into the noisy crowd in the distance
　　
　　 "Yeah, hundreds of years of grievances, it is time to end!" Ferrantier's eyes turned to the distant sky, starry night sky. The deep sky never seemed to be seen through. It was the same starry sky covering the ancestors hundreds of years ago. The vicissitudes of life in the world are changing, but in the blink of an eye, there is no eternal person. The only thing that can remain eternal is only the starlight above the head at this moment. Human beings have always been looking forward to eternity. This is the potential desire of human beings.
　　
　　 Perhaps, it was just because he realized his ephemeral, that mankind hopes to create a career that can be passed down behind him! The famous monarch created a glorious dynasty that has been passed down for hundreds of years. The heroes have made great achievements in writing down their names. What is left by their ancestors?
　　
　　 "A very lively scene!"
　　
Someone let out a sigh. In the forest not far away, the fat man stared at the brightly lit Black Forest rebel camp below, holding Ma rein's hand tightly, and as expected, he achieved a great victory over the Bion River. The Black Forest rebels have completely lost their most vigilance, and there is nothing to be warned. The Sukh cavalry, who most worried about the coalition forces, have all been annihilated, and the entrance to the Great Oasis has fallen into the hands.
　　
　　 It must have been a mess at the moment in Umuto. In order to avoid the advance of the coalition forces, they were evacuating from Umuto in a panic.
　　
Now the Black Forest Allied Forces are very optimistic that ~EbookFREE.me~ Tomorrow the Allied Forces can arrive under the city of Umto, the main forces of the Sukhs are annihilated by World War I, the prospects are bright, and Umto without resistance is enthusiastic 'S beckoning,
　　
　　 Within a few days, you can get a large sum of Sukh Treasures, it is a very cost-effective thing to see, but unfortunately, your footsteps are over! "Fat man's gaze flickered against the lonely cold moonlight above his head,
　　
　　He moved his finger to the handle of his waist, and there was a clear sound of drawing a knife, and the light blue Samor's sword was raised up against the moonlight.
　　
　　 At this moment, the cold, water-like moonlight also seemed to be covered with a touch of red. It was a sign of the wind. As the blue light fell, the earth shook slightly, and countless shadows swarmed from the jungle like arrows.
　　
"Kill!" It was like a ghost that suddenly appeared in the night, the ground stomped by an attack queue of 7,000 falcon cavalry, with countless cavalry lances erected, the gloomy and dark cavalry wings spread quietly and quickly Open, the crackling horseshoes rolled like thunder, like a whirlwind hitting the camp below, sweeping and destroying everything that was blocking the front
　　
　　 The fence, tents, houses, and horses of the Black Forest Allied Forces were destroyed like paper paste. The scattered Black Forest soldiers issued a cry of death, and they were caught under the horseshoe by this torrent of steel.
　　
　　 Finally, the chapter of the Black Forest is finally over. . . It's too difficult to write (to be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. )