Their road ended in a park, and the barren lawn was covered with silver frost. It was not like a battlefield prepared, Silvanus realized. Perhaps the whiteness did not think we had the ability to threaten him. But to be honest, his opinion was correct.

"You have a choice." The sound he heard seemed to be snowflakes falling from the sky.

This start was unexpected. Bai Zhizhizhi had an extremely distinct fighting style, and every battle he experienced ended quickly. Many times this was because his opponent was too weak, but if his opponent was too strong, he would find another way to achieve the mission goal efficiently. Silvanus never heard that Bai Zhizhizhizhi would give his opponent a judgment before the opening. He was not a judge, but just an executioner. The opponent's abnormal performance made him nervous. "If I had a choice, I would not stand opposite you." The leader replied, and he slowly retreated. "My subordinates have a deep hatred for you in the sea of ​​blood, and there is no way to resolve it." He admitted frankly that he had accommodated the demon.

"I can't feel hatred from you," said the young man.

Could he be able to detect my emotions? "Because I am not biased against anyone, commanding the Lord. The officials who sent the commanders of San Carlos were assimilated by local nobles, who were the culprits of the thick fog and death, rather than the local people fighting for justice and survival. If you think that elimination of us can end this war, it will not be as you expected. More people will take over our responsibility until the pests in this city are wiped out."

"He is a demon hunter." Lameta, the masked lady, reminded, "I won't care about your tolerance. And rejecting demons is not a prejudice."

"No, that's prejudice itself." Bai Zhizeng actually retorted. "But I can't correct it."

"This is really not like something you can say. Bai Zhi Envoys."

Silvanus also agreed. "We always think about war, but death in peacetime will be regarded as the principle of order. In this fog, countless people lose their lives on the night of sunrise, and they should have lived longer. In the palace guarded by the villa, a few people raised their glasses to celebrate and enjoyed the various delicacies in the golden plate. The honors of their ancestors should be ashamed of."

"It is natural to be glorious and descendants."

"But civilians are not the blood of sinners. Why should we endure oppression and suffering?" He did not need Bai Zhizeng to answer, "because they have no power to resist. The nobles built high walls to consolidate their status, distinguished between noble and lowly by color, and hope that we will always be their slaves. No more. Justice has arrived, and the high walls will be dyed red again by their blood."

"When the cleaning is over, the Department of Affairs will send a new government official to manage the City of Mist, a qualified Lord of San Carlos."

Is he convinced me? Silvanus felt a little incredible. In fact, he was a little doubtful whether the information he had collected about the messenger was accurate. This could not be the legendary commander of the Sky Tower.

"For you, he might be a sensible manager." He drew his sword, "but no leader is qualified unless he comes from among us."

"I know you don't trust Chloita."

"No, it's totally wrong. What I don't trust is you and your companions - the so-called superiors who are in high positions, selfishness, rely on hypocritical honors and undeserved merits to be able to override order! I was originally one of them, but I learned a truth from you in my first half of my life, that is, never trust the comfort of the ruler."

"I'm not comforting you." Bai Zhizhe showed his patience rarely, "Listen, many things are different from what you think."

But this could not touch him. "Because there are some things you never thought about. Have you ever thought about the implicated civilians when hunting demons? Have you ever thought about San Carlos when building an alchemy factory? I understand that Cloitta is not without compassion, but... in fact, you have never thought about it at all, or you see that the short sacrifice of the present can bring greater benefits in the future." Silvanus told him: "And we are the 'short sacrifice'."

"I don't mean that, and I can't answer whether your sacrifice is done or not. In my opinion, you think you can be the manager of San Carlos, but you can't even tolerate others' words now. You see the suffering of civilians, but more people in the City of Fog are ignored by you. This balance is not right. You stand on the side and act as a weight, trying to swing left and right, but you can't find the pointer."

This time it was Silvanus's turn to be confused. "Sorry, I don't understand what you are saying, sir. Are you blaming me? Or are you looking for a balance?"

"You don't need to feel sorry." Rameta sighed, "This is not your problem. It seems that verbal disputes are not the area that the leader is good at. You should pretend to understand, as it will give us a greater chance of winning."

"The officials of the Department of Affairs advised me to execute the rebels." The young man ignored her, "but I don't feel happy to perform my duties so bluntly."

This envoy was indeed abnormal. Silvanus was sure. Originally, the other party's behavior was consistent with common sense, but today it changed... Is it Lameta? His intuition is not that simple. The root cause of the problem may lie in himself. "As far as I know, you have almost never been so patient. Does your subordinates turn from hunters to prey, which makes you cautious?" he asked tentatively.

This sentence has a great effect. A circle of gray ice rings spread along with the messenger's anger, and the mist caused the chill to spread rapidly. The mask lady moved a step sideways, and the smooth transparent barrier suddenly flashed, and then disappeared into the air. "Are you irritating him? Don't you want to delay time?"

"It seems he is not worried." Then I should be worried. What is wrong? "Be careful!" Even with Rameta in front, he felt difficult to breathe.

The storm produced a terrifying whistle that was squeezed, covering the sky and gray; the mist ran away like a wave split by a reef until it was blocked into ice by the cold current. "The Wizard of Law." Silvanus heard the other party's surprise from this statement. He did not try to turn his head and retreated to the distance without hesitation. The horse's hooves slipped straight on the grass blades.

A crescent-like scimitar was placed on Ms. Lameta's cane. The ice grew slowly, crawling towards her fingers, but it faded before a lit rune. Lameta's mask was covered with cracks, and she exhaled into frost: "But not your old friend, white."

"You are not a witch. You are a wizard in the school."

"That's it." She replied.

Bai Zhi's envoy floated backwards, and his whole body was in silence. That judgment seemed to be his final word for the entire conversation. He would not try to convince anyone until the battle ended.

Snow and snow fell from the sky.

The spike pierced through the ground and drilled out. Rameta hurriedly dodged backwards and jumped into the air. Silvanus was glad that he retreated early. He waved his whip and his mount ran forward. The flipped ground chased the hoofs all the way to the edge of the park's fence. The wood was smashed into pieces in the next second, and the center of the battlefield continued to move.

When falling, Bai Zhizhi used the chimney on the roof to change direction and threw flying spears at Lameta at the same time. This was not an easy task, because the latter tried his best to disturb the storm. The mystery of the realm of the sky collided with each other, and the aftermath flew away the stone sculptures of the fountain. The messenger left the chimney and the bricks and stones broke through the old and bleached roof, causing a scream. The civilians inside rolled and crawled out of the door, and after a few steps, they fell into the bottomless fog.

It was a toxin. Silvanus felt the power of homologous witchcraft and couldn't help but turn his head and take a look. In the deep and shallow gray and white, Rameta's fiery red mask was particularly conspicuous. She lightly avoided attacks and never greed for me in any gap. This caution allowed her to survive the fate of the hem of the skirt and sleeves - the flying fabric was torn apart by the airflow, and the owner barely protected himself, and had no time to care about the dress and demeanor.

The ice cone and flying spear were poured down like a rainstorm. The masked lady raised the defense of the airflow, pushing the ice crystals away from the target. But this could not stop Bai Zhi from using the long knife to break through before advance. She had to fight and retreat while fighting, hoping that the seeds sown in the air would take effect.

‘The footsteps are as new as you can’t see them’

The spell flowed through his heart. The leader waved his sword backwards, and countless streets reciprocating around the streets covered the black gravel road he had walked through. The blade in his hand shattered with a click, paying the price of black witchcraft for him, falling in the wind. This was a high-ring witchcraft, and Silvanus could have a better effect. But he knew that this could not confuse the White Messenger, and Rameta's passive defense could not restrain the messenger... He would soon face the commander of the sky realm of the tower.

He had to find a way to get rid of the pursuit. Compared to the battle that could not be intervened here, the rebels' offensive against the Red Wall made him more concerned. Silvanus was unwilling to fail on the battlefield that did not belong to him. He hoped that he could devote 100% to the real battle situation and command the demon subordinates to expand their territory within the Red Wall.

However, this was almost impossible. With a huge tremor that alarmed the island, the strong wind of the masked lady crashed into the tower more than ten yards away with her. Just looking at Bai Zhi's ram head on the giant hammer in his hand, he could imagine how Ms. Rameta was knocked away by it before. This thing was a siege hammer, and Silvanus's rebel army was also prepared. A mercenary team was specifically responsible for using it to break through the red wall gate. But no matter what, it was never a weapon that could appear in a one-on-one challenge.

At this time, he felt the invisible weight pressing on his spine, and his mount neighed and fell in the black sand. A broken dead tree flew over his head and swept the wood chips and mud on his face. Silvanus struggled out from under the corpse of the war horse, but he was not very scared. "I know you will not give up your original goal easily." The golden runes shone above his head, but he announced with a hint of pride: "My army will win!"
Chapter completed!