Volume Three, Blood and Fire, Chapter 164, Chasing Troops
Ekaterina seemed to hear herself shouting: Never, never! Or: Surrender, I surrender to you!
She couldn't tell the difference at all.
Two forces were fighting within Catherine's body.
For a brief moment, the two forces balanced each other, and Catherine suffered greatly during it.
Suddenly, she regained consciousness.
She is Catherine, not the voice.
In this brief moment, she has the power to choose her own destiny.
She tried hard to stand up from the throne, but found that her legs were paralyzed and could not be controlled.
Just when she was at a loss and panicking, suddenly a powerful force pulled her down from this weird throne.
Ekaterina found herself kneeling in front of the throne in broad daylight, and Elos was staring at her solemnly in front of her.
It seems that it was Iloth who freed her from the throne.
Ekaterina noticed that there seemed to be a black shadow passing over her head, jumping over the crimson mountains and stretching to the west. Then, the sky returned to its original blue, and birds began to sing on every tree.
Yekaterina stood up with difficulty with the help of Ilos. Her clothes were soaked with sweat and she felt very tired.
But now that she had been rescued by Elos, she even felt much more relaxed inside. However, she didn't know whether the fierce and tragic war scenes she saw were real or fake, but the scenes of those scenes kept flashing back in her mind, and she couldn't help but
Do not believe.
"How's it going? What happened? I saw you sitting directly on the throne as if you were possessed. You didn't respond when we called you. Then I saw you were sweating profusely and you were a little confused.
Strange to say, I didn't get you off the throne the first time, and I finally saved you by using the power of the ring given to me by the Fairy of the Lake."
Eloise was very strange and a little scared. It seemed that the throne was very strange. If it weren't for the magical power of the ring of the Lake Fairy, Yekaterina would have been in bad luck.
Because Elos also felt that terrifying aura and gaze, and that feeling was exactly the same as the pressure of the God of Light.
Although he didn’t know if he was the God of Light, Elos was certain that he was at the level of a main god.
Yekaterina told Elos what she saw and heard while sitting on the throne, making Elos fall into deep thought.
These prophecies are actually just some fragments of major events that may happen in the future. They may or may not happen, but in any case, they should be worthy of attention.
However, based on the results of watching the Mirror of Galadriel in the Silvermoon Clan, these scenes of the war are most likely true, because many of the scenes are consistent.
"We must leave this place as soon as possible. Although that throne is not necessarily evil or dark, it is far beyond our reach." Elos said to everyone.
For some reason, this throne only affected Yekaterina. He and the others in the War Eagle clan were not tempted or confused by it to sit on it, but this was not the time to study this.
But Iloth was still curious: What would happen if he sat on it?
Elohim wants to sit on the throne and see if there are any signs that can help him find a way out of the fog of the future. Time is very tight and he cannot allow it to be wasted.
He rushed forward, ran up the stairs, sat on the throne, and looked around.
However, the sun seemed to dim and the world became very distant and gray.
Elos looked around, and there were hills besides the continuous hills. The only special thing was that he saw a giant dragon in the distance, which seemed to be circling and slowly floating down to the ground.
At the same time, Elos' keen hearing detected some unusual movements on the west side of the river.
His whole body froze, and shouts came from below, including the voices of dark elves and goblins.
Then, after a deep shout, an earth-shattering horn sound came. The thunderous horn sound vibrated back and forth between the valleys, even overwhelming the huge sound of the waterfall.
"The horn of the dark elves!" Elos shouted and told everyone: "Run! The enemy is catching up."
Elos immediately jumped down the stairs and led everyone to run west along the path.
As everyone hurriedly stepped forward, the shouts one after another began to gradually weaken, and the sound of the horn became more and more urgent.
The shrill voices of the goblins rose and fell one after another, and the horn sound was still shrill.
The dusk was getting thicker and thicker, and the forest beneath everyone's feet began to be surrounded by fog, but the sky was still very clear.
The stars leaped into the sky, and the waning bright moon set to the west. The shadows on the originally crimson rocks were now extremely dark.
Everyone has arrived at the foot of the highest peak of the Crimson Mountain Range. Because the ground is full of high and low rocks, everyone's speed has also slowed down.
Here, the highlands extend from north to south, forming two steep slopes. The west side of each steep slope is very steep and difficult to navigate, but the eastern slope is quite gentle, with many valleys and narrow grabens.
Everyone trudged through the rugged terrain all night, finally climbed up the highest steep slope in the first section, and began to continue their way to the lowlands on the other side.
In the cool air before dawn, everyone only rested for a short period of time.
The moon has set in the west, the stars are still shining brightly, but the dawn has not yet crossed the crimson mountains behind and shines on the earth.
At this time, Iloth felt at a loss. The forces of the dark elves had entered the valley, but also disappeared there.
The valley winds between the hills like a stone ditch, and a small stream flows between the rocks.
To the right of everyone is a steep rock wall, and to the left is a hillside that looks very gray in the night.
They walked some distance further north. Iloth kept searching with his extraordinary senses, hoping to find some clues in the rugged terrain to the west.
Suddenly, Iloth gave a low warning, and the others immediately ran to him.
"It seems that we have caught up with some of the enemies, look!"
Iroth pointed forward, and everyone discovered that there were dozens of corpses of Goblin warriors piled among the rocks in front of them.
There were scars all over their bodies, half of them had their heads chopped off, and the ground was covered with their green blood.
"However, no matter how you interpret it, the enemies of these dark creatures are probably our friends. Are there any residents in this mountainous area?" Ekaterina asked.
"No, according to the power division of the high elves' map and what I have seen, very few people from the Crimson Principality come here, and there is no lawful camp here. This may be a group of humans here, for reasons we don't understand.
I'm hunting. However, I think this guess is very unlikely."
Elos compared the map and then checked other nearby traces before making a judgment.
"I think our enemies attracted the enemy themselves, but they were so fast that some of them crossed in front of us. I guess they had a dispute here, which is very common for these guys. Things. Maybe they were arguing about which way to go."
Eloise carefully searched the ground within a few feet, but could not find any other traces of fighting.
As everyone continued to walk forward, the eastern sky began to lighten slightly, the stars were slowly sinking, and gray light was slowly emerging.
After they walked further north, they came to a depression.
Here, a small stream cuts through the rocks and flows into the valley.
There are some short shrubs growing in the depression, and a lot of green grass grows on both sides.
"Everyone, be careful! They are not far in front of us, we need to avoid them." Illos said after checking the terrain.
Everyone seemed to be full of energy after a whole night's rest, jumping and running among the rugged rocks.
They finally ran up the crimson hills, and a sudden gentle breeze blew through their cloaks and hair. This was the soft, cold wind before dawn.
Everyone turned around in unison and looked at the gradually blurring hills in the distance on the other side of the river.
The sun shines on the earth, and the red-rimmed sun peeks out from the dark earth. In front of them is the stationary western world. The shadows of the night gradually melt away, and the earth regains its colorful colors.
The red rocks covered the crimson mountains again, and white mist floated in the valleys. About sixty miles to their left, there was a pass shining with crimson light. The sharp and steep peaks above reflected the rose-colored morning light, making it difficult to see. watch intently.
"The Crimson Principality!" Eloise couldn't help shouting, expressing his anger. He knew that this trip was one step closer to returning to the Shire.
I don’t know when I will be able to see your face!
My path still cannot merge with your shining river.
Shire, Shire! A treasure land between mountains and grasslands!
The north wind blows, and the light shines on the spear,
Like shining raindrops, dripping in the ancient imperial garden.
Oh, proud walls! Stormy spires!
Shire, Shire! Can humanity defend Storm Keep?
Or will the north wind blow again between the mountains and grasslands?
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