Chapter 513 The Ice Witch Understands the Seriousness of the Matter

The city wall on the southern border was cracked, the tower was crumbling, the winding streets were in a mess, the once vibrant buildings and squares had turned into ruins in the tremors, and the stone pillars in the sand were still collapsing layer by layer.

Salomon, with knife wounds all over his body and blood-stained black robes, was weak, but he finally arrived at the city gate, and the flame of victory was burning in his eyes.

But all this was completely reversed when he saw Loren's figure clearly.

The moonlight disappeared into the shadows.

The shouts echoing in the crowd seemed to be unable to get rid of the entangled undead.

"Liar, liar..."

Salomon hugged his head and almost scratched his scalp.

In the whole city-state, he only heard calls for Loren.

These voices were like thunder that kept roaring, echoing in Salomon's ears, and almost messed up his wrinkled brain.

Behind him seemed to be the group of great priests of destruction who were completely brainwashed into strange creatures under the blood moon.

Have they escaped? He didn't know.

There is no answer in this darkness.

Salomon was full of fear and wanted to escape from this strange Nanwantina territory. When he fled to the city gate and was about to see the figure of the cardinal who was fighting with Somerset, he saw a person he had never expected.

The divine brilliance of [Original Slate-Wind] and its magic that shocked the world, without a doubt, was also Loren!

At this moment, Salomon only felt the endless fate and the message that could not be delivered.

Salomon did not dare to think about the guy who talked to him in the northwest district of the city-state before. Every bit of analysis in his brain made him shudder.

The thing in the northwest district was undoubtedly very strong, and it had an aura that was no less than that of the Bishop of Destruction.

Maybe Loren got some ancient forbidden spells, which could split into two and direct and act by himself. On the surface, he was a kind and upright high priest, but secretly, he was the black hand controlling the situation of the entire continent. Whether it was the Kingdom Empire or the Resurrection Church Blood Clan, they were just pawns of the high priest!

Salomon looked up, and Loren's sincerely confused eyes in the distant sky made Salomon even more afraid.

This man had just teased him in the northwest area of ​​the city-state, but now he met him again, he could still maintain his flawless acting skills and play the image of a hero and idol in front of the people of Hutton Kingdom.

It was as if he was not worried about the truth and conspiracy being exposed, and was laughing at Salomon, a pawn who was powerless to resist.

"Salomon..."

Marquis Somerset outside the border of Nanwantina saw Salomon's expression and state, and immediately understood something.

"Tsk..."

The eighth ancestor Marquis Somerset clicked his tongue.

Whether the mission succeeds or fails, the arrival of the Son of Destruction Salomon is a signal to retreat.

The barrier of Nanwantina will be restored soon.

With Loren becoming stronger and stronger, saving this Son of Destruction with extremely poor magic power will not change anything.

Moreover, for some reason, the Son of Destruction seemed to have a mental breakdown just now, and completely lost the will to fight. If you forcefully rescue him, you may be sold out by the Son of Destruction and sacrifice yourself.

The blood clan is not afraid of fighting a war of attrition with the opponent, but is afraid of being tied up by the opponent until daytime.

The best choice at the moment is to give up the Son of Destruction, use the Son of Destruction as bait, and evacuate as soon as possible!

Marquis Somerset chose to turn away from the border of Nanwantina Territory at the first time, and turned into a red comet and rushed into the Knox Mountains in a straight line.

"..."

Loren did not linger in the battle, and it would be best if the enemy was willing to retreat.

So.

Loren could only look back at the Son of Destruction, Salomon.

His eyes seemed to be completely confused about what was happening at the moment, and he could only seek answers from Salomon.

"... Loren!!!"

Realizing that the eighth ancestor Marquis Somerset evacuated without hesitation, he was the only one left in the city gate, and fear and resentment intertwined into bloodshot eyes in Salomon's eyes.

Why did Loren appear in the Northern Continent?

Why is there a new cardinal?

Why is Loren's route of action always similar to that of the new cardinal?

It turns out that all of this is just a stage for the birth of heroes!

The world's general trend, one black and one white, can control the situation.

But what if the chess player on the black and white chessboard is one person?

If there is no chaos in the world, Loren will create chaos himself.

And the one who settles the chaos is still Loren, but what he does is not fighting, but a performance without rehearsal.

What Loren does must be for the world, dedicated, upright and selfless.

In fact, he knows how each step happens and how to settle it!

It was not until this moment that Salomon realized that he was just a small chess piece that Loren played with casually.

When he knew his fate, it was too late.

Previously in the northwest region, Loren had told him that "but if you challenge me, I promise that you will die miserably in Nanwantina today, and even before you die, you will experience the greatest fear that far exceeds what the Bishop of Destruction can give you." Now every word makes Salomon's mind tremble.

His fate has long been arranged.

All that awaited him was retreat.

The more he struggled, the deeper he fell.

"Salomon, I won't kill you, just surrender."

Loren slowly descended from mid-air, looking at Salomon with a majestic and upright look.

He was sure that the eighth-level enemy had gone far away, and he didn't want to chase him anymore. Going deep into the Knox Mountains to chase him would not only make it difficult to capture the enemy, but also lead to the loss of the rear.

And if he kills the Son of Destruction, it will only anger the Bishop of Destruction.

The young man who is suitable to defeat the Son of Destruction has not appeared yet.

The best outcome is that the Kingdom Army behind will imprison the Son of Destruction and hand him over to the Kingdom United Parliament.

"Loren..."

Salomon looked at Loren, tears of fear in his eyes,

"Hahahaha, you stupid people, when you find out the truth, you will finally understand what kind of person Loren is!"

As he shouted, the magic power on his body suddenly rose.

Loren seemed to realize something and rushed towards Salomon.

However, before Loren could stop Salomon, Salomon had committed suicide.

He used magic power to destroy himself as quickly as possible, leaving only blood foam in the air, passing through Loren's horrified eyes.

"......?"

Loren stared at Salomon's broken body in a daze.

I don't know what Salomon meant, and why the Son of Destruction died so inexplicably.

From the time Salomon appeared until now, there were too many things he couldn't understand.

Before Loren could react.

The sergeants had already rushed up and put a thick cloak on Loren.

"The temperature difference between day and night is big, Mr. Loren, you should wear more!"

"We won!"

"Just one look can scare off the Son of Destruction, you are worthy of being Mr. Loren!"

"Mr. Loren, after today's battle, your reputation will soar again!"

The commander and soldiers of the Nanwantina Territory Defense Force shouted to Loren excitedly.

Loren stood there with a confused look on his face.

In fact, he really didn't understand why the Son of Destruction ran to him to give himself up.

After the great victory, morale was high, and everyone was only concerned with working together to throw up their savior and great hero Loren. Few people noticed the last meaningless words of Salomon before his death.

...

The next day.

The northernmost port of the southern continent.

The city of Rosam is located on the stone pillars and reefs protruding from the bay, with beautiful and amazing landscapes.

It takes about ten days to travel from here to the Kingdom of Hutton on the east coast of the central part of the southern continent.

The center of the city is a huge seaport, full of ships and docks. It is also a gathering place for merchants, sailors and adventurers, and circulates goods and cultures from all over the world.

The city-state architecture is known for its marine style. Houses are usually built in bright colors such as blue, white and wooden decorations, with pointed and curved roofs, giving people a sense of waves, as if the waves are dancing between the buildings.

The upper and lower levels of the city-state are connected by a series of stairs and magic elevators.

The upper level is mainly residential areas and city hall institutions, providing magnificent sea and city views, while the lower level has a variety of shops, bars and restaurants for residents and tourists to enjoy.

As the waves gently hit the wooden boards of the port, a large passenger ship slowly sailed into the harbor.

After a long time, among the many passengers who disembarked, a woman with a pure temperament like ice and snow attracted attention.

Her light blue eyes reflected the sunlight of the port, and her long silver hair danced in the wind, as soft as snowflakes.

She walked down the ladder lightly and stepped onto the port city of the southern continent.

The surroundings were busy, the crew was unloading, the vendors were hawking, the sea breeze was salty and called from afar, and the wooden planks of the port creaked softly under her feet.

She walked to a newsstand and picked up a local newspaper with her slender white fingers, which printed the latest news and anecdotes from the southern continent.

After exchanging a few coins, she began to read while walking, immersed in the news and stories of the southern continent.

She quickly flipped through the "Southern Continent United Times".

Until she stopped at a certain page, as if she had found what she expected.

The picture showed a group of people with one mind, surrounding a brown-haired man wearing a thick coat, with a natural gentleness and confusion in his eyes.

The people's admiration for him was written in his eyes without words.

[…After the defeat, the Son of Destruction chose to commit suicide. He was wounded several times before his death. The specific process of his escape from the Southern Wantina Territory is unclear, but his abnormal mental state and the last words he left behind, "When you find out the truth, you will finally understand what kind of person Loren is," are puzzling. Some people also suspect that it was not the Son of Destruction who committed suicide, but Loren killed him at close range. However, many experts interpret it as the Son of Destruction trying to discredit Loren in the end... The Southern Continent United Times reports for you. ]

"Loren... you really have a problem..."

The Ice Witch clutched the newspaper tightly, her expression full of hostility.

She will definitely investigate the root cause of the disaster, starting with investigating the capital of Ikerite!