The wet robes of the ghostly black owls no longer fluttered. They lowered their heads and silently received the mission from the head of the black owls, and left the city of Civita in twos and threes.
The broken rainwater continued to seep into the armor of the accompanying members of the Royal Knights of Solon, and even their hearts became cold.
Like ants whose march was blocked by a fallen leaf, they scurried around in the rain in panic, searching for suspicious persons from house to house. Although Zenier, who was temporarily in charge of the overall situation, ordered everyone not to use violence to disturb the people, those who defended themselves during the assassination
The knights who are not worthy of death can no longer control much.
They knocked on the door roughly, and if someone was slow to open the door, they used magic to break it open and swarmed in, looking for what they thought was "evidence."
Like frightened birds, the people of Civita huddled numbly in the corner of the room, allowing these people to smash the urns in which they stored food, and painfully watched the strong wind and rain whipping against the cellars where the food was hidden. The grains they were reluctant to eat were all
A little bit wet...
No one dared to stop them, they just looked at these demons with malicious eyes.
Zenil's chief magicians broke into the rain curtain, and they conveyed Zenil's will with decisive and ruthless actions.
The cavalry who tortured the people of Civita were tied to wooden stakes and whipped in the rain. The cold rain penetrated their pores, and the blood flowed and was quickly washed away. The howls of the cavalry echoed in the heavy rain.
Covered with scars, they were mercilessly thrown on the street and watched by the people of Civita. Even though they were on the verge of hypothermia, the chief magician in prison still did not release them and forcefully ordered the knights to wait for the punishment time to end.
The people of Civita who watched the execution in the rain clenched their fists. They did not dare to shout and cheer, but the joy in their brows was obvious.
Zenil's temporary residence was naturally surrounded by the accompanying imperial governors. Compared with the people's relief, they were very dissatisfied with Zenil's whipping of Dewek's personal knights - of course, some may also accuse Zenil of having an affair with someone.
The Lord means no mercy.
This interview was destined to end on bad terms. The imperial governors believed that Zenil's temporary takeover of the power after the emperor's assassination was a helpless act, but Zenil's actions after taking over the temporary power were tantamount to transgression.
After getting rid of this group of consuls who were hesitant to "finalize" his father's coffin, Zenil looked a little tired.
The black owl in the shadow waited for a long time, and Zeniel's chief magician opened a magic barrier to isolate the inside and outside.
"Chief of Black Owls, maybe you have something to say to me?"
The head of the black owl half-knelt respectfully, but did not say a word.
Zenil twitched the corners of his mouth, waved his hand, canceled the barrier, and allowed the head of the black owl to leave.
The chief magician poured a cup of tea for Zenil after the head of the black owl left: "Why didn't your highness ask more questions?"
"The Black Owl is an extension of Solon's will. They generally only take orders from the emperor himself."
The chief magician's hand shaking the tea poured out, causing the tea to spill out.
Zenil grabbed the tea cup and drank the tea carefully: "All we should care about is the territory. Civita is just a bait and is not worth wasting our energy."
Finally, he added: "Invite Tanya over for me."
Tanya's carriage passed slowly on the uneven bluestone road. After the chief magician left, the cavalry that abused the people of Civita had just been taken down from the wooden pillars standing on the street.
Because they had been washed away by rain for a long time, their skin was wrinkled and their faces were pale. Even if they were supported by their companions, they were still shaking and staggering.
Even so, they still cursed Zenil's cruelty with little energy.
No one considers it offensive to break into residential buildings and search. Assassins can easily enter the city of Civita, perhaps with the help of these "ordinary people". It is natural that the remnants of the rebels are lurking in the Civita area.
Tanya stepped into the mansion with some doubts. Zeniel sat at the stone table and seemed to be discussing something with his messenger. He nodded slightly when he saw her arrival.
Tanya, who had not met Zenil in private for a long time, also politely returned the favor.
When the idlers left, Zenil got straight to the point: "There is a batch of grain, and I hope you will distribute it on your behalf."
"food?"
"To compensate those who have been harassed, the list has been drawn up. You just need to come forward to receive this honor that is grateful to the people."
Tanya was a little stunned, but quickly regained her composure: "What do I have to pay?"
"No need." Zenil said, "Both the nobles and the people have become accustomed to your name of 'Green Shade'. Your kindness is natural and considerate, and will not be thought by those who are insensitive to be deliberate compensation from the empire."
Tanya smiled and said: "The governors were very dissatisfied with you for taking over most of the power temporarily after your father's death. You also offended a group of poor people who couldn't squeeze out any profit, and finally gave up your reputation to me... It's shocking
When did the storm of fear become so subdued?”
Zenil lacked the necessary humor, and his words were frank and direct: "I only care about what the people in my territory think of me. Civita is too far away from the Storm Territory, but it is closer to your 'Green Shade Territory'."
Tanya smelled something strange and thought quickly in her mind.
She raised her head and glanced at the crimson beside her, and Zenil seemed to have guessed her thoughts.
"With shielding, black owls can't pry."
Tanya didn't buy it. After Chihong confirmed it, she lowered her guard and asked with a serious face: "What do you know?"
"No more than you. You had a premonition when this southern tour started, didn't you?"
Tanya recalled the scene of the assassination.
Everything happened suddenly. My father's bicycle was driving slowly on the spacious streets of Civita City. For the first time, I saw that the people at the head of the empire were still protected by a majestic and majestic team despite going through many hardships.
Shocked by the knight's momentum.
The theory that the lord deceived the emperor still has a market in Civita, so these poor people lowered their heads to the ground little by little, just so that the emperor could see their humbleness and loyalty, and then... let them have a way to survive and have a meal.
Full meal.
The plaster wall beside the road suddenly shattered, and a tall and majestic figure emerged from the collapsed wall. The dusty silver-white armor reflected the cold light, reflecting countless stunned and nervous faces.
The spear was thrust out without skill, and there was no way to tell how fast it was.
The guards had experienced the terror of the spear. The bloodshot eyeballs bulging out of their sockets, the blood spitting out of their mouths, the sunken chest, and the body flying off the ground all told everyone how lethal this blow was.
Frost and snow were flying in Civita in late autumn, and the cold air on the bluestone road was winding like a snake. The magician who recited the incantation did not have time. All those who tried to surround and kill the assassin were frozen into statues by the biting cold. Assassination
His huge body began to accelerate, his strong physique smashed the ice sculptures along the way, and he strode forward.
The knights who collided with him were all the absolute elites carefully selected by Solon, but under the assassin's overwhelming murderous intent, and with cold hands and feet, no one among them could stop him.
Group after group of guards were swept away by spears, and the assassins who opened a path faced the black owl that suddenly appeared and killed them.
The will of the empire struck the assassin's body with magic or weapons. The cold seeping from the gaps in the armor distorted the magic power, making the gusts of attacks like drizzle.
"Snow monster!"
Finally someone identified the assassin.
In the early stage of the Civita rebellion, he broke into the vanguard camp alone and disrupted Solon's layout.
In the middle of the Civita Rebellion, he fought his way out of the siege of Solon's black owls, taking the lives of three black owls at the cost of bloodshed and serious injuries.
With the end of the Civita rebellion, the squirrel people returned to their homeland. Everyone has forgotten this legendary figure who once made the squirrel people proud and imitated everything from his clothes to weapons.
The last member of Melias, the remaining minions of the once prosperous human empire on Mela continent turned into a ferocious beast, he is here.
Just like what black owls have passed down orally from generation to generation.
"Not every snow monster has forgotten the giant beast, and not every snow monster is willing to accept the new era."
"The snow monster is like a ghost. As the last pair of eyes left by Melias in the world, he looks at everything in Solon indifferently, waiting for the country that has taken over a large area of Melias to reveal its weaknesses, and then...he
Will return, with a body that should have been buried long ago and a belief that should no longer be clinging to, using spears and magic to practice his greatest loyalty, and we can only be forced to witness it."
The prophecies of the black owls hundreds of years ago came true at this moment.
The black owl used its life to build a barrier between the snow monster and Dwek.
The coldness constantly seeping out of the armor rose into mist. At this moment, the snow monster seemed to be in the rolling snow-capped mountains. He hid a shocking shot deep in the snow-capped mountains, like a dragon awakening, roaring and leaning out of its lair, hazy.
In the mist, a spear pierced out.
The barrier of flesh and blood was skillfully avoided by the snow monster. Magic, armor, and flesh and blood were all lost at this moment, and there was nothing in front of Dwek.
In front of a smooth road, the spear advanced, with the surging fury of revenge, the last imperial will of the buried empire turned his back to many descendants, pierced Divek's heart, and easily lifted his body shaped like a rag bag , and threw it contemptuously towards the distant vehicle frame.
Countless people witnessed the snow monster regicide, and the empire's sun hung high in the sky dimmed.
The knight, black owl, and magician used all their strength to surround and kill this rebellious madman, vowing to make this despicable regicide splatter with blood on the spot. However, the spear wielded by the snow monster and the biting frost magic continued to harvest the surrounding attendants. s life.
When a steady stream of guards tried to trap the snow monster with numbers, magic shone in the darkness, and enchanted arrow clusters fell like raindrops. The knight chasing the snow monster was caught off guard and fell to his death on the spot.
After regaining consciousness, the snow monster disappeared, leaving only corpses strewn across the field.
Someone covering the Yeti's escape from the scene may have surprised Tanya more than the Yeti's regicide, which means that the Wendigo got help from a certain group.
Who in Solon expected his father to die, ushering in the beginning of change and turmoil?
There are not many answers to choose from, and each one is heavyweight.
Everything happened very suddenly, and Tanya, who was too shocked, planned to send a message to the territory in the early stages of the incident, and be prepared to purchase supplies and deal with large-scale turmoil.
Just when Tanya was about to close the territory's borders and move away the treasures from the royal capital Rodmir, she noticed something strange.
After pacing around the room for a long time, Tanya suddenly realized when her eyes touched the red and the magicians.
All are true, but one is absolutely false.
Tanya did not see the eighth-level magician from the Imperial Magician Academy, who was supposed to be a member of the "Guard" who followed her father closely.
The mystery was almost revealed, but Tanya did not dare to show that she had seen through everything. She still did not know which fish the angler was eager to get, or whether he was greedy and planned to kill the restless fish in the fish pond. Catch them all in one go?
The same person who saw through the mystery and dared not speak out was Zenil. He clearly knew that Civita had become a hunting ground, and all ambitious people would be hunted here.
He chose the most prudent response method to help the hunters maintain order in the field.
Rather than offending the nobles, he was more afraid of offending the people who organized the plot - even though he already knew the true meaning of his acquisition of the territory.
The two of them looked at each other in a tacit understanding.
Tanya said: "The snow monster might be an unexpected bonus."
"Maybe not, he may have come here for this." Zenil said, "If it were me, I would not let the empire's frontier be affected by the shadow of the past. The ghosts of the past should return to the cemetery to rest in peace, rather than carrying them with them. Reluctant to sow the seeds of chaos again and again.”
"Again and again?" Tanya frowned. She vaguely felt that Zenil knew a secret that she didn't know.
Zenil did not explain, which further confirmed Tanya's suspicion.
Tanya stopped talking and stood up to say goodbye.
Before leaving, she asked: "Brother...Prince Zenil."
"Call me brother. Not many people are willing to call me that."
Tanya was stunned for a moment. This was Zenil's rare tenderness in many years, and his words were very kind... Just like when he was bullied as a child, he would stand up for himself.
"Why do you have to remind me and help me by the way?"
Zenil raised his head, and the softness on his face gradually returned to stiff lines. He looked up like a statue standing outside the trial court, his eyes touching nowhere in time.
For a long time, he stared at Tanya.
"Maybe I am worried that you will do something stupid again. Although I often say that family ties are weak, I am still willing to help my promising sister at the right time."
"Something stupid?"
"Lulutis."
Tanya looked gloomy and lowered her head.
"Are you paying attention the whole time?"
"Yes."
"Are you involved?"
The corners of Zenil's mouth raised.
Tanya sighed in shame: "Sorry."
"No need to apologize to me, I understand your vigilance."
Leaving the Zenil mansion, Tanya looked back at the outline of the building hidden in the rain curtain...