The sun is so cool.

The shouts of killing in the Manada Valley shook the sky, and blood flowed into a river.

A thin figure ran around the corpse on the west side of the battlefield.

The gray cloak is covered with golden magic seals, and the indigo cyan vertical pupils under the sunglasses are as sharp as eagles, tracking the possible magical aura.

Enter the battlefield for hours.

Jeron Molue circled the entire front twice, sweat soaking her clothes and steaming on her hood. He avoided countless wave arrows and even found several sneaky figures of Master Nilfgaard, but he never found Elland's traces.

"Did I misunderstand the meaning of that mural?" A hint of disappointment flashed across the haggard cheeks under the black mask. "The teacher won't come here."

Whoosh

A crossbow arrow flew across the temples and was bounced away by Quinn's magic shield.

Jeron leaned forward and rushed forward.

"No...it's not deep enough." Just like the will of heaven in the dark, he thought of the third number on the mural with great blessing, "The number of deaths! Does it mean special to him? Is he in the place where the battle is the most intense and the corpses?"

In the center of the battlefield, infinitely approaching death!

But Jeron Molu just took a deep breath, a sense of determination appeared on his face, his body turned into a spear tip, and he suddenly cut in along the edge of the Black Armored Front, rushing into the place where the Nifgad cavalry and the Sintra infantry collided the most violently.

The black-armored rider wanted to break through the shield wall and drove straight in. As soon as he rushed into the square formation, he was trapped by the tower shield and spear of the blue-armored infantry, as if he was trapped in the swamp mud, and was swallowed up completely in an instant.

All the space was filled with weapons, armor, and war horses, leaving very few places for him to settle down.

He could only jump forward by stepping on the thick and high pile of corpses.

In a splash of blood.

Jeron is agile and graceful, like a dancer dancing on the tip of a knife.

A tall and big horse in black armor stood in front of him impartially, and the sun cloak behind him fluttered in the wind. Jielong, who was in mid-air, suddenly pushed his left hand with his left hand!

"Bang!"

An invisible magic made the surrounding air surge madly in his palm, and then rushed towards the knight like a storm!

The black-armored knight seemed to hit the indestructible air barrier, and instantly fell over!

Jeron jumped past the fallen knight and continued to go deeper into the front.

In two seconds, another pile of soldiers with ferocious expressions and blood in armor blocked his way!

His thin body was as flexible as a loach. At the moment when both sides were focused on the enemy, he suddenly drifted and passed through the sword.

After a second mutation, his movements were extremely fast. The soldier felt a gust of breeze and gray afterimages flashing past his body, but turned around but saw nothing.

Deafening shouts and wails, rainy crossbow arrows, swords that reflect the sunlight, sprayed blood, and falling bodies, all failed to stop him from moving forward and paused for a moment.

After five or six new bloody mouths were added to his body, he finally approached the center of this battlefield

The Black Armored Army formed a live siege hammer, driven by blood and life, and kept hitting Sintra's blood and blood defense line.

Every attack, the dripping blood and minced meat burst out!

The ground was covered with a thick and sticky path of flesh and blood.

What's even more terrifying is that the soldiers on both sides were shoulder to shoulder, with the bodies close to the bodies, leaving no gap.

No matter where the front row falls, the gap will be quickly filled in the rear immediately, and there is no way out and you cannot retreat.

Jayron could no longer find a place to stay, so he jumped over the head of a black armored army, and pointed his toes on the opponent's black flying winged helmet!

Before the soldiers reacted, they immediately jumped over to another soldier's head, stepped on the helmets of a group of soldiers, and came to the death center of the entire Manada Valley.

The battlefield is like a terrifying meat grinder, with strong and fierce warriors coming out but turning into incomplete and disgusting corpses.

Countless pairs of red eyes turned to strange jumping figures, and someone screamed at him!

The crossbowmen all pulled their bows and placed arrows, and he was very concerned about it and instantly became the most priority target.

The arrows like meteor shower shot towards him in the air!

The swords, guns, swords and halberds stabbed under him!

He was like lightning and avoided ninety percent of the attacks.

However, the remaining one percent still smashed the golden Quinn magic seal in the first second, and the amulet given to him by Master Kalkstan only resisted for two seconds.

And his palms that continuously outlined the seal could no longer make any gestures.

He couldn't remember how many arrows he was shot, and his back first felt severe pain and then he lost consciousness.

The devil's whisper sounded in his mind, and fatigue surged like a tide. He wanted to give up everything, his eyelids trembled.

An uncontrollable feeling of sleep wrapped around him, and only his feet were stepping mechanically.

"Buzz—"

Suddenly, the griffin pendant was violently shaking around his neck, awakening him.

Jeron was revived and a powerful vitality inexplicably surged from his body!

The indigo blue pupil swept forward and a tall figure in a purple cloak appeared out of his invisible state, standing quietly among the army.

The fishy wind made his cloak flutter.

His cheeks were blocked by a hood, and it was hard to see, but his face was so familiar with the rigid outline and amber vertical pupils.

This is the answer that Jeron has been pursuing for the rest of his life!

Let him be unforgettable forever.

"Bang!"

The cape man suddenly pushed out his left hand, and a small earthquake seemed to break out in the entire battlefield.

A wave of surging air that is hard to describe in words exploded rapidly.

Through all the barriers between them in an instant.

Within ten meters nearby, the Black Armored Army, Sintra soldiers, and war horses were all shaken by the airflow and turned to both sides.

For a moment, the scene was cleared.

The cape man suddenly turned around and ran away.

Jeron chased after him desperately.

The howling wind made his cheek muscles tremble.

The blood flowing from the wound formed a bloody path under his feet.

He gritted his teeth and pinched the shaking crystal in his arms. It was Roy who was in contact.

But he let go of his hand dejectedly.

This is his destiny, and he should face it alone.

...

The cape man waved his left hand like a shuttle, and the Alder French Seal kept thumping, and the soldiers along the way were knocked away without any resistance!

His right hand outlined at the same time, supporting a dazzling golden oval shield.

Not only did he protect him, but he also protected his followers just in time.

Jayron followed him out for several miles and crossed the front line.

Leaving the Manada Valley, he rushed into a birch forest that had not been affected by the war.

...

Finally, when all the traces of war completely faded away.

The cape man stopped and turned around.

Jeron stood three meters in front of him.

The hunched body was covered in blood, the trembling fingers were clenched into fists and hung on the waist, and the withered cheeks were filled with expectation and tension.

"Teacher Elland?"

"Jeron... My child, we haven't seen each other for more than 140 years?" The magnetic male sighed in a low voice. The cloaked man opened his hood with his hands, revealing a face that Jielong was familiar to the depths of his soul.

The middle-aged man in his forties has a heroic face and a unique moxican hairstyle. His straight hair crown sways in the wind. He goes to the temple behind his head and the skin on his side. He reveals a lifelike goshawk tattoo that is about to fly.

Beneath the thick and slender eyebrows, the bridge of the nose is straight, and there are short beards on the upper lip and chin.

What is most impressive is that his eyes are as vast as the sea, shining with the brilliance of knowledge and full of emotion.

It is so agile that it doesn't look like a puppet.

...

"Sure enough, you are still alive, you are here, we guessed right... Haha!" Jielong laughed exaggeratedly and excitedly, and suddenly his feet became weak and he couldn't help but soften forward.

The grandmaster of the Griffon School suddenly took a step forward, held his arms and supported him strongly. His vicissitudes of life swept across his bloody face, and his expression became complicated.

"We've been looking for you for a long time, and Cohen, Kelda..." An uncontrollable sourness surged in Jeron's throat. He was obviously over a hundred years old, but at this time he was like a child full of worries, and could not wait to reveal the words accumulated in his chest for hundreds of years.
To be continued...