The arrest of Shafinas meant that the dark Elves were no longer trusted by the Allied forces, and the orcs were split into two factions, with the part destroyed in the deep water swamp being strictly investigated and isolated within the Allied forces.
As there is no detailed information, LAN has no way to analyze the situation. LAN summoned two night owls and followed the eagle to deliver the message to Orfel and Anita respectively, and also mentioned the fall of Rizhao City.
On the third day of the release of the night demon Lord, the army commanded by the Pope and LAN had completely retreated to Luoyang, the northernmost city of the Sun Wasteland. Most of those who were hesitating the retreat were knights, and they fled immediately when the defense line broke, so there were few casualties. Moreover, Luoyang was located in a canyon, which was the fortress connecting the north and south of Berudandi, and the tall and thick walls successfully held off the invasion of the undead.
Of course, there are also bad news.
South of Loyang City was almost completely lost, including Pasas, the town closest to the small fishing village where LAN had lived for four years. In fact, Pasas was occupied by the undead much earlier than Rizhao City - Pasas, which is located at the southern end of the Rizhao Wasteland, was originally a town with little military power.
LAN did not tell Orfel the news. He did not think that the small fishing village would fall along with Bisas, either because of the special status of the village chief or because the fishing village was indeed very remote, as he knew from the four years he had lived that no stranger had entered the village. But there was no time for him to confirm his thoughts.
During the three days of rest and recuperation in Luoyang City, the people have recovered to some extent, though they still have no strength to confront the undead head-on, but the undead will not be able to invade the city.
LAN's current identity is very special. Under the influence of the country and the temple, he has become the spokesperson of the gods of the gods, almost the spiritual symbol of the entire country. But these days he seems to be getting more and more listless. He has received definite information about Rosemary and Deep Water Swamp, and has immediately provided some plans for Anita and Orfel to refer to.
"Gasha! Gasiah!" LAN shouted loudly in the camp.
Garcia is now the head coach of the knights and won't lose to Huang Yueqing at once, but the camp has a very unanimous opinion of Huang Yueqing, that is, "This woman is definitely not human!" It's no wonder people think that one can resist a wide range of powerful magic by one's own strength, at least not in the history of the races here before.
What's wrong? The young knight of the Oath had not been with LAN for a long time, and most of his time was occupied by training the cavalry. Even if he could see LAN every day, it was only a distant encounter, knowing that he was safe. Garcia felt a bit embarrassed for his irresponsibility, after all, he was LAN's Knight of the Oath, not the captain of the cavalry.
"Tomorrow, I'm going to Fear sas." "Confirm one thing," LAN said.
"Isn't it already occupied by the undead?" "What else is there to confirm?" said Gasiah in a hurry.
"Go home and see." LAN said, rubbing his forehead with his hand. He has a headache because he has been using too much force recently and can't even maintain his thinking. His fingers swept across his cheek, showing no elasticity at all. In his mind, he was probably a glass doll wrapped in human skin at the moment.
"Isn't it better to go after it's over? !" "Home?" Gasiah suggested as calmly as possible. It must be the dead in the south of the sun. In the past, it was undoubtedly a suicide...
"I don't have time." LAN smiled faintly. "There are some things I need to explain." Saying this, LAN took out a few letters and said, "After I leave, I'll give them to the corresponding people."
"You won't take me there?" Gasiah was stunned for a moment. "I will definitely not agree!"
"Garcia..." LAN was somewhat surprised by his excitement.
"Don't even think about leaving me! Don't even think about it!" "If you die, I'll die with you!" said Gasiah,"
"Snap!" A slap landed hard on Garcia's face. He had been mischievous before, but LAN always tried to dissuade him gently. Even if he couldn't dissuade him, he would let him try. In his opinion, LAN was very assertive, very gentle, and very easy to talk to. At least he wouldn't lose his temper.
"If you want to die, you can do it now." LAN's gaze was cold, ignoring the extreme astonishment on Gasiah's face, and he turned away.
What's wrong with me... LAN took a deep breath. How could she suddenly become so agitated...
It's not entirely LAN's fault, because LAN has always been contradictory. He has always cared a lot about his life. Even now, he is still struggling to choose between life and death. He wants to live, but he doesn't want to survive like this, so he has to take a gamble, bet on that slim possibility of rebirth. So he couldn't forgive Gasiah for his capricious words of not cherishing life.
Gasiah, holding several letters in his hand, never had the courage to go after him and say, "Let's go together." He was somewhat frustrated because he was too weak, so even if he went, it would be a burden and he would surely lose his life, that was why LAN wouldn't let him go. That's what he thought.
Gasiah could only watch LAN leave, he had no reason to organize him, he could only engrave that red figure in his mind. Perhaps he was so lost in thought that he didn't even notice the Pope standing behind him.
"Is LAN leaving?" The Pope's wounds are not yet fully healed, but he still looks very energetic.
"Um..." Ah!" Gasiah jumped, "well... No...
"Don't hide it from me," said the Pope calmly. "He didn't belong here in the first place, and no one can blame him even if he leaves, but he must have something to ask of me."
Gasiah looked at the letter in his hand, and there was indeed something to be given to the Pope.
LAN's handwriting is very beautiful. "Your Holiness the Pope, by the time you take this letter from Garcia, I will probably have left Luoyang City. If Garcia had not stopped me, I might have left the next day, but unfortunately he would have stopped me. So when these letters are in his hands, it means I have decided to leave at once."
"I have a few things to ask of you. The first one is about the dark elves led by Shafinas. I believe you already know about their detention. No matter what the outcome of the war is, please believe me, they are innocent and they will help us drive away the undead, so please make sure they are safe in any case."
"The second is about the vampires, who have a very deep connection with the former me, as long as you show them the mark I left on the last sheet of paper, they will be at your command, please do not let go of the prejudice between the church and the dark race, and work with them. By the way, my former name was Royal Moon LAN."
"The third is about myself. I think I, as LAN alone, have said this with the determination to die. If the war is over and I still do not show up, then you can be completely certain that I, as LAN, am dead, but the real me will not die like this. Maybe ten years, a hundred years, even a thousand years, or even ten thousand years, I will come back to this world again. But who I am at that time is not something I can decide."
"Finally, it was about Garcia and Anita. Please give Garcia a wish or a goal after I leave, a goal that he will never give up on life. He is a poor child, lonely and self-abased, please do help him. And Anne, there will eventually be a duel between her and her sister Anna Hilia, and if they die together, please bury them together..."
"At the end of the letter, I remind you again not to use that dagger unless it is absolutely necessary." Then there is a circular coat of arms.
"Garcia." Suddenly the Pope called out.
"Your Lord, what do you order?" Gasiah was still puzzled.
"LAN is probably not coming back this time." The Pope sorted out his thoughts a little and decided to settle the matter before him first. "He will surely die." This time the tone was a bit heavy. "To be exact, he knew he would die, but..."
"But... ?" Gasiah repeated somewhat blankly.
"Yes, but he is not an ordinary person, or rather, he is not human. I think you have no objection to that, right?"
Gasiah nodded.
"So, as long as you stay alive, one day you will see him again." "Maybe ten years, maybe twenty years, maybe a hundred years or a thousand years, as long as you are alive, you will surely see him again." The Pope looked at the contemplative young man before him.
"Is it enough to just be alive?" Gasiah repeated in bewilderment.
"Yes, as long as I'm alive." The Pope looked at him, knowing why Garcia was so favored, just as he knew his future was limitless, "so you must become stronger, stronger than anyone else, so that no one can kill you, and only then can you live longer than anyone else."
Gasiah's eyes lit up. "I see. So now, my enemy is the undead. As long as they don't die, we will never have peace!"
This time it was the Pope who was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Garcia's way of thinking would change so quickly.
"What are we waiting for?" Gasiah seemed to have suddenly become a warlike, and even fanaticism could be seen in his eyes.
"Wait for the arrival of the vampires, they are the people who have a connection with LAN, and with their support, we will be able to fight back soon." The Pope smiled faintly.
"I don't want to wait..." Gasiah looked into the distance, and suddenly a red light flashed across the sky. "He's gone, but the undead are still there. If we go back as soon as possible, there will be a greater chance that he will live."
"Why don't you look at the letter LAN left you first?" The Pope was somewhat puzzled.
"Because I haven't decided yet..." "Because I wasn't mentally prepared that he would die," Gasiah said with a wry smile. He knew it from the beginning but was unwilling to believe it. He didn't know if he could really bear such bad news, a human with faint demonic blood, half-blood was his eternal pain. He was constantly afraid of being exposed, afraid that this familiar person would leave him, and in the face of people's strange looks, he felt that he couldn't hold his head up.
The Pope patted him on the shoulder, "Be a hero. No one cares about the birth of a hero and then retiring, so that people will only remember your goodness until the day he comes back."
Gasiah nodded.
No one could have imagined that the hero of saving the country would be born under such circumstances.
The waves leapt through mid-air, effortlessly passing through the camp of the undead, and swept southward. There were countless eyes among the undead looking at the sudden flashes of red light in the sky, but they were not thinking beings, and they might have been very weak beings in life.
"It feels!" "But the rate of energy loss is so strange," said Inveg, who had been floating in the air.
The woman in black beside him, Sally, frowned, "Quickly lock him down and we'll chase after him, and then just wait to bring him back to the mountain in his whole body. That adult will come and take him away by himself." The tone was full of impatience.
"Sally, be careful with your attitude. Not to mention that great man, even I can't stand it. If that great man gets angry, I'm afraid even if one of the six great gods, Venor, comes out, he won't be able to protect you." "Inviger said in a gentle voice.
"Yeah, yeah!" " Sally still seemed unhappy. "I'm just complaining. We've been out for so many days, exposed to wind and sun, yet we can't even find a human who knows our appearance. It would be hilarious to say."
Inveg smiled and said nothing more, and she knew that Sally was saying it all because of her character. After all, she was the goddess of vanity and it was only natural for her to care about her face.
Distance is never a problem for the gods, but when they reached the city of the sun, they found that they had lost their target again!
Inveg was fine, but Sally was so angry she was going crazy.
"I haven't gone too far. I should have gone south." "Let's go after it," said Inway.
Sally could only nod.
Just as they left, the army of the vampires also reached the city of Luoyang, and after presenting the corresponding marks to the Pope, this army of no more than tens of thousands also entered Luoyang.
"Finally, it's about to begin..."