() It is like being buried by heavy rain, a temple stands on the scorching hills.

Its name is "Guangxu Temple".

It is designed in a wonderful shape of a regular quadrangular cone, and its exterior walls have been abraded to a considerable extent due to year-round exposure to cold storms. Of course, this also tells the long history of its construction to this day.

The location of this temple can be said to be a very harsh area among the "cold hills". It is normal to experience a low temperature exceeding zero degrees during the day, but it falls below freezing point at night. Even creatures such as giant scorpions or rock lizards that can live in the desert rarely appear nearby.

There seems to be no reason to induce people to enter the temple built in such a place. In fact, no one has visited here in these hundreds of years.

However, now there is a camel parked outside the temple. The entrance to the temple, which has been closed for many years, has now opened silently.

Yin's dark and long corridor leads to the center of the building. Only a little sunlight shines near the entrance, but just a little walk inside will enter the completely dark realm.

But at the innermost part of the corridor, there is another light.

There is a lamp made of gold, and the light source comes from here.

A faint light creates fantasy flashes of light and darkness on the walls between the altars.

This is a square space with a high patio. It is unbelievable that there is a hint of chill here.

The goosebumps filled the room. I don’t know if it was the extremely thick rocks that blocked the scorching heat outside, or because of other reasons.

However, this place should be a paradise for those shrouded in the cold desert. The room was raised with white marble and set up an altar. However, the statue of the god that was supposed to be placed on it disappeared without a trace.

Instead, a man was replaced.

He is a man as thin as a dead tree. He wore a coat with a hat on the white short-sleeved top woven in a silk thread. His body is very tall, but it makes people feel even thinner.

He bent over, still as if he was possessed by something. He looked at him as if he was waiting for something, and his eyes were not blinking.

The front end of the man's sight was a pot. The smooth-looking pot had been stained with a lot of dust, but it seemed that several places had been wiped. From those places, you can see patterns painted with ivory white, green se and green se. And its slender bottle mouth was densely engraved with many magical words from the ancient languages.

Until just now, the pot was sealed with double seals. Not only did the obsidian plug seal the mouth, but a layer was strengthened with oil paper and wax. However, these protective measures were lifted by the man. Now the wax has been melted, and the obsidian plug has also been shattered and scattered at the man's feet.

After that, several quarters of hours passed.

Anxiety began to appear on the man's face, and sweat was like a scar on his left cheek.

At this moment, the whole pot began to emit a red light and a harsh metal sound.

The man's eyes were wide open, and he was waiting for this. The man stood up and took a step back, then took a step back two or three steps. A fiery red and weird light appeared in the pot placed on the floor, and the light gradually increased the brightness. Now the entire pot is extremely cold, and it is almost impossible to see the outline clearly. The skin felt the scorching cold air, and white smoke came out of the surface of the pot. A red whirlpool appeared on the opening mouth of the pot, and gradually extended upwards, like a poisonous snake wrapped around a skeleton, changing into an attack form and raising his head.

Then she came out with a ray of light.

A huge bang vibrated the air in the temple.

The pot mouth kept spraying flames, and the pot itself gradually lost its original shape. On the contrary, the flame vortex gradually formed another shape. When the pot completely dissolved and spread weakly on the marble floor, the flame had already become another form.

It turned into a giant.

It was a naked giant, but the lower part was still a fire. Sometimes the flames below would squirt around him, as if they were wearing a bright red dress.

The giant of flame looked at the man coldly.

The air heated by the flames became the wind blowing in all directions. The dust on the floor was like being pulled up and flying in the sky.

"Zhurong, the great King of Flame" the man shouted as if he was moaning, and the sweat on his forehead also fell down. This was not only because of the cold air released by the giant Zhu Rong of the flame, but also because of the tension and the uncontrollable fear.

"Is it you who liberated me from the seal?" The roaring voice shocked the surroundings.

"Yes, I liberated you, I have this qualification, so..."

"Are you qualified?" The giant observed the man quietly. His sharp eyes not only observed his appearance and expression, but also seemed to be seen through his soul. The man's heart was beating violently, because as long as the giant had this meaning, it would be easy to break his body.

"...It seems that you do have this qualification, Huaxuan's descendants."

Not long after, Zhu Rong answered this. A smile appeared on the corner of the giant's mouth.

"I will fulfill the 'covenant'" Zhu Rong seemed to be in a good mood. He said this to the man under his feet, and this was exactly what the man expected to hear.

"Where is the enemy you should defeat?" the giant continued.

The man swallowed a saliva, and with his sense of peace and joy of success, he spoke the content of the "covenant" in a trembling voice.

"The enemy you should defeat is called..."

The Continental Army can be roughly divided into three types.

One of them is the Storm Crow Knights, which belongs to the core. They wear ivory hard leather armor and carve the eagle's emblem on the right shoulder of the armor, while their weapons are wide-blade long swords and square shields. Although some people hold long spears for cavalry, they still look orderly at first glance, with a number of about five hundred.

The mercenary king in front of them was the same as theirs, and the helmet was replaced by white cloth rolls on his head. He held the reins of the horse and was discussing things coldly with several people with the mark of the guards. His style also allowed the enemy and us to clearly see him.

For soldiers, as long as the king's whereabouts can be confirmed, there will be great differences in morale. Moreover, Kashu himself also knows that he is even called the God of War in the army. He usually thinks that what he says is redundant, but if this can make his side feel at ease, he will be happy to accept it.

The soldiers of the Wind Tribe who increased their momentum on the side of the Knights were the soldiers of the Wind Tribe. Although they were now regular soldiers, they were usually busy with their own work at home.

Therefore, they did not have unified weapons and equipment. Although most of them used curved swords such as the Crescent Sword, some people were holding strange-shaped swords, with shields and non-hands. During this war, they dispatched about a thousand people.

Like King Kashu, they also rolled a white turban on their heads.

In addition, more than 300 armed mercenaries on the side were slowly tidied up their queues as Shadam shouted loudly. However, they were all fierce men who were used to actual combat and were the most dependable soldiers on the battlefield. They are now gathering on the other side of the militia and just wrapped the Knights.

The people of the desert always fight with light clothes, because the heat and the sun force them to do so.

Therefore, almost all soldiers wear armor, even if there are, they are only made of leather, and almost no one wears chain mail or gold armor. To be honest, there are probably a few mercenaries who are unwilling to take off the armor they like to use, so they still wear metal armor.

Although Bill participated in the war as a mercenary, he was different from other mercenaries that he had received the official Knight Medal, so he obtained the permission to operate zi you and could not be controlled by the Shadam command system.

Because of this privilege, Bill is still sitting in the room where Tidrit rests, sitting on a wooden chair beside her bed.

And from the window of the guest room located on the second floor of the Royal City, we look at the Florida Army in the atrium.

Of course, he was ready for combat. He was wearing hard leather armor like the knights here, but the armor's face was a little white. Compared with the Paladin armor he liked to use, although his defense is not reliable, it is light and sensitive.

He learned that there were different ways of fighting in line with the people's sentiment, so Bill wore this military uniform.

He was holding a magic sword lent to him by King Kashu, and all the food he carried was received in his backpack.

Although Bill was not used to the length and weight of the big sword, Bill was very good at holding a sword in both hands. In order to get used to it, he waved according to the basic shape for a long time, and later the sword technique finally reached the ordinary level.

It is worthy of being a magic sword. With just one swing, it will leave behind a white afterimage. Not long after, Bill fell in love with this great sword.

After all these preparations were over, it was still a long time before dawn, so he came to see Tidrit's condition.

It will take about three days to ride to Shirut. So if the war ends in the day and comes back soon, it will be a week later to see Tidrit next time. Although she may make her angry when she goes to the battlefield quietly, Bill has never been willing to take Tidrit to a war that may be related to Kara.

Tidrit had already completed her mission, and Bill didn't even expect that this would be the result. However, Zhurong must have been stolen by someone. The person who dominated the superior spirit could probably be used as he pleased other inferior spirits.

Even the magicians of the ancient kingdom had to retreat to Zhurong. Bill held his hands tightly on his knees.

Then his attention returned to Tidrit. She fell asleep quietly. According to the pharmacist, she had nothing abnormal, but it had to be under the same structure as the demon jing and humans.

From Bill's own opinion, Tidrit should have caused fatigue in the jing divine situation due to the long summoning ceremony and contact with Zhurong.

At this moment, Tidrit turned over slightly. Bill quietly looked at her sleeping face, without any pain.

Bill thought it had disturbed her sleep, but wanted to leave the room just like that, but he thought that he would not be able to live a good life in the future if he didn't say goodbye, so he decided to wait until she woke up before talking.

After a while, Tidrit turned over again, and this time Bill was sure she woke up.

"Tido..." Anyway, he would wake up sooner or later, Bill called her softly.

Tidrit reacted to the voice, opened his eyes slightly, and turned his face to Bill. It was still very bright outside, so Bill could clearly see her face.

"Bill..." The consciousness seemed not very clear, so the voice was very small.

Bill called her name again.

"How does it feel?"

"It feels? Well... although it's not very good... It's okay, I'm already getting up. By the way, fortunately nothing happened to you..."

As she said this, she also got up and sat on the bed.

"Luckily fortunately, maybe the opponent didn't mean to kill us." Bill leaned his head slightly, saying as if he was whispering directly to her long ears, and put his hand on her shoulder.

"...You're going to fight, are you?" It seems that Tidlit has finally regained consciousness. She looked at Bill's military uniform and squeezed out the sentence with great force.

"Well, I want to have a good look at the other person's true face."

Tidrit sighed deeply, and many reasons for opposing this action emerged in his mind.

But for this man, even if he persuaded him, he would probably not listen. Tidrit shook his head, wrapped his hands around Bill's head, and gently kissed his cheeks with his lips.

"Thank you for saving me."

After a soft feeling, I felt her warm and cold breath.

Bill put his hand on her head and tried to hug her. Tidrit's slender body fell on him as if he had lost his strength, and her head was just lying on Bill's chest.

Her face looked up at Bill, tears as big as beans appeared in her eyes, and her shoulders were trembling slightly.

Just as Bill was about to say something comforting, Tidrit spoke first.

"It's true that after so long, I thought I had finally come into contact with the Sharoman Snake, but I didn't expect it to be Zhu Rong. I learned to contact the black demon jing with Yan Zhi. As a result, I didn't help you, but also caused you to be in danger with King Kashu. What's more cruel is that I sacrificed Wendini who protects myself..."

"Don't take the wrong on yourself. It's me who made this unreasonable request to Tido. The reason for this failure is not yours." "But, if I summoned the Sharoman Snake at that time, if I had the power to control Zhurong..."

"Didn't Tido said that, even if outsiders contact the already dominated jing spirit, they will not succeed. Then the fire spirit here is probably under the control of someone. Perhaps it is Kara or other jing spirit envoys."

Tidrit sat upright again and looked straight at Bill's face.

"You are wrong. I did have some contact with Zhu Rong at that time. Since I could still talk, it means that Zhu Rong is not a dominant person."
To be continued...