(The Awakening of the Wind Vortex)
1. Yog Huckleberry did not hand over the Vortex Stone in the end, but instead took its whereabouts with him to the underworld.
Early this morning, after learning of this news from Thin Blade, Red Blade immediately ordered his subordinates to spread rumors that Yug had been killed by the Ice Felsa for betrayal, and that Yug had destroyed the Wind Vortex Stone to pieces before his death.
Yug's betrayal of Firza was already tacitly accepted by everyone.
With such incitement, the heroes will surely direct all their hatred towards Firsa.
Once he is killed, the truth will be silenced forever, and the fact that the Midnight Slayer failed will also be silenced, leaving the king with no way to blame him.
However, even so, their colleagues could not return.
Although he intended to use the heroes to eliminate Philsa, Red Blade still hoped to avenge his comrades himself.
So instead of resting that midnight, he led an elite force to sweep across the grasslands.
They calculated that the two prey had not yet recovered their physical strength and magic power after yesterday's battle with Xu Ren, and would definitely not be able to fight at full strength;
Furthermore, they certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to stay in the same place, nor would they escape by the same route.
Therefore, the only escape route leads directly towards the grassland.
Judging from Felsa's injured state, the prey wouldn't have gone far. Red Blade was confident he could take it down before dawn.
Thus began the scene of the two chasing each other and crossing the cliff.
2. This is a dream.
She dreamt that she was resting in a wooden house. The atmosphere around her was very peaceful, unlike the bloody storms of the Starry Continent.
The sounds of children playing drifted in from outside the window. Everything was perfectly peaceful; it wasn't the calm before a storm, but genuine peace.
She got out of bed and dressed, finding no wounds on her body. She felt peaceful, without the usual turmoil. Just then, someone knocked on the door, and a woman entered.
Her long, red hair was parted and cascaded over her shoulders, and her emerald green eyes beneath her bangs were uniquely captivating. The woman brought breakfast, greeting her companion who had just gotten up with a sweet smile.
"Hehe, you always get up so late."
Good morning, Shirley.
She didn't dare look Shirley in the eye and lowered her head to adjust her buttons. Suddenly, she remembered another companion, so she ran out of the room and looked around.
The house wasn't big, and you could see everything at a glance. She couldn't find him anywhere downstairs, except for the fact that he hadn't gone upstairs to look for her. She was puzzled and uneasy, but she didn't dare ask, because… she felt guilty.
Sherry picked up the coat hanging on the wall and handed it to her, who was standing blankly by the door, saying casually, "He had important business at the guild and went out early this morning."
She breathed a sigh of relief.
"Your wedding is next month today. I can't wait."
She jolted awake, looked up in surprise at the cheerful Shirley, and asked, "What did you say? Who and who?"
Shirley chuckled twice. "Of course it's you and Philsa."
"How is that possible?" In an instant, her cheeks turned bright red.
Seeing her shy expression, Shirley giggled, "Didn't we already agree? I sewed this dress for you myself! Come on, try it on, and let Philsa see it tonight too."
"But...aren't you with him..."
"I'm just his assistant, don't overthink it. Here, try it on!"
Upon closer inspection, Shirley was holding a dark red dress. It matched her blonde hair perfectly, and she could almost picture herself wearing it.
Just imagining it is already very satisfying.
This was a dream. Jeremy Snow knew it perfectly well. Even though it was a dream, she didn't want to wake up.
I hope this dream can last another month, until that night. Since it can't be realized in reality, at least I can have a little wishful dream. And who will know any of this?
Just as she made this fervent wish, the dream before her eyes began to blur and dissolve. Sherry vanished.
The house vanished. The sound vanished. Even the dress that had been clutched tightly in her hand disappeared.
She found herself having some difficulty breathing.
The clearer Jielu understood that this was a dream, the closer she was to waking up. No one can escape this truth. The excruciating pain in her back finally pulled her back to reality.
When Jielu woke up, she found herself lying face down on the bed. She tried her best to lift her head, but the injury on her back prevented her from making any big movements.
It was already daytime. I was inside the tent. The sunlight was blocked by the canvas, but I could still feel its warmth.
His companions had been waiting nearby for a long time. Although they couldn't see his eyes, they could tell from his face that he hadn't rested all night.
"You're awake."
"Um……"
Suddenly, sunlight shone on Jielu's face. Someone had lifted the curtain. The person crouched down and entered. She was a woman dressed in white, unusual clothes. What was peculiar was her skin tone, a wheatish tan from long sun exposure, the exact opposite of Jielu's fair complexion.
After crossing the cliff, Firsa fled until he coincidentally encountered a nomadic herd in the grasslands, where he asked for help to rescue the wounded.
They would stay nearby for a day or two and agreed to take in the two strangers. Even now, one of the kind women has carefully bandaged Jelu's wounds so she can rest in the tent.
Recalling her recent experience, Jielu immediately urged, "Don't worry about me, go back to Zijing right away..."
Philsa gently shook her head to interrupt, "Now that we know the clues, there's no need to rush. You should rest first."
"But……"
"Sweetie, lie down first." His tone left no room for argument, because he knew that as long as he was firm, his companion wouldn't object.
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