Chapter 471 A Cloud-Piercing Arrow,

Wuming returned to the vault, and Patch threw him a note.

"The Black Knight agreed to peace talks," Patch said.

"It's so easy to agree." Wuming said, "Do they have any requirements on time and place?"

"I didn't ask for it, I said it was your arrangement." Patch said.

"It's easy to talk." Wuming said, "In two days, the horned men outside Shadow City will withdraw their troops to make room."

"Can anyone agree to this?" Patch raised an eyebrow, "You have such deep hatred, are you willing to negotiate for peace?"

"After all, people don't survive by relying on hatred." Wuming said, "The source of hatred is also because the original beauty was burned down."

Wuming asked Patch:

"According to your previous observations in Ensis City, many soldiers are very decadent, right? How many are there approximately?"

"It won't be the majority." Patch said, "But those people are generally strong and have good relationships with other people. In terms of influence, they reach half."

Wuming nodded: "There are also a large number of people in the Jihad Army who are tired of war and are unwilling to continue fighting without honor. On the corner of the people, because they have been taken away too much, there are enough benefits to give them away. They are also looking for a way out, open one for them There is still a chance.”

Wuming looked at the empty vault:

"After all, there is a precedent."

After hearing about the siege of the Kakuzu and the return of the leader of the Black Knights, most of the Kakuzu scholars in the library are now in a state of panic. It is hard to say what attitude they should take in the face of things outside the library.

Considering that regardless of the Hornmen or the Black Knights, once they break into the depository, most of the scholars like them will die. They are not in the mood to continue their studies these days, and are all paying attention to the peace talks.

To this end, they gave Wuming all their help. Tell everything you have learned throughout your life.

Wuming asked: "Are all the horned scholars hiding? Or have they been evacuated?"

"No, I was dragged into doing research." Patch said.

"I thought they were not in the mood to do research anymore." Wuming was surprised, "I'll go take a look."

Wuming found scholars on the seventh floor of the depository. Many scholars gathered here, including Messermo, and a flame knight wearing a double-faced death mask.

Many flame knights wear similar masks, but Wuming estimates that this flame knight is different from other flame knights.

The other flame knights were all respectful to Mersemer, and they often observed Mersemer's words and deeds, and watched the surroundings vigilantly. These were the habits of ordinary flame knights.

But this one seemed much more casual, standing faintly in the center between Messermo and the Horned Scholar, saying something, not caring about Messermo's face.

Wuming heard that the masks of the Flame Knights all came from the same person. He was an old man among the Flame Knights and held a high position. Many Flame Knights were his apprentices and had learned from him.

"I remember his name was..." Wuming recalled, "Wengo, right?"

Wuming said this name. Death Mask raised his head and glanced at Wuming to see that he had nothing to say. He continued to lower his head and study something.

"What are you studying?" Wuming asked curiously.

"Wingo has been studying resurrection." The Horned Man scholar replied, "We need to use Lord Messermo's flame."

"Resurrection?" Wuming said, "This field is not easy. Have you succeeded?"

"It has never been successful." The Horned Man Scholar said, "The resurrected corpses are all soulless zombies, without consciousness."

Messermo glanced at Wuming helplessly:

"Wingo thinks that if we lose, I will die, so we need to do more research before doing this."

"Because your fire has spiritual power?" Wuming guessed.

Wingordo glanced at Wuming and his voice was hoarse:

"You know it very well."

"The unity of soul, consciousness, and body is a life." Wuming squatted in front of the scroll and the stone tablet and observed, "No wonder they are looking for scholars. Their research on the soul is indeed very in-depth."

"But it's not deep enough," Wingo said.

Wuming said: "After all, horn people rely on their horns to explore the soul, but scholars often don't have horns."

Wen Ge took a deep look at Wuming, mainly looking at the big horns on his sheep's head:

"You have great ideas, learn from me."

"No time, let's wait until the holy war is over." Wuming said.

Messermo asked Wuming: "Is the matter settled?"

"It's basically done." Wuming said.

When the horned scholars heard that there was progress in the peace talks, they were very happy and refreshed, feeling that their lives were in danger.

The nameless person pointed his thumb at the scholar:

"Thanks to your information, the Horned Ones are indeed very taboo about flames, and they value the tower very much."

Messemer asked: "When will the peace talks begin?"

"Two days later." Wuming said.

"So fast?" Messermo was surprised.

"So I'm going to use these people, get out of the way." Wuming waved his hand, stood next to the old man Wen Ge, arched his butt, and pushed him aside, "I also want to ask the corner guys something else, do Do some research and go as you go.”

"You——" Wengo puffed his beard and glared, very dissatisfied, but he was still stopped by Mersemer, who held up his arms and walked away.

"Messermo, you only have two days left, think about it carefully." Wuming reminded Messermo who was leaving.

Messer remained silent and nodded.

He knew what Wuming was talking about, about the unsealing of the Tower of God. Once the lockdown is really lifted, there will be no turning back, which means he has completely abandoned his mission.

Messemer has always been hesitant about this.

This is a decision that will cause major changes in the layout of the Shadow Land, the Junction Land, the Golden Tree and the Horned Man.

And now he only has two days to think about all of this, and once he makes a decision, he has to bear all the consequences.

The suffocating feeling when making one's own decision is no less relaxing than a mission as heavy as a curse. Perhaps this is why people need blessings to guide them.

Two days passed by in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, the day of negotiation has come.

The horned men retreated as promised, leaving an open space some distance away from the battlefields of both sides for the four-party talks.

One side is Mersemer, who came with the Flame Knight. He is the party most interested in peace talks and the party most hated by the horned people.

From the Black Knights, only Andros and Xiu came.

There are about a dozen people here, each with a big horn on their head. They are tall, but very skinny and skinny. But there was no old woman among them. Several horned warriors and mythical beast warriors stood behind, staring at the Black Knight and Mersemer.

The three parties stood in front of the simple table and chairs prepared by Wuming, looking at each other.

Finally, there was Wuming, sitting opposite Messermo, looking up at the black knights and horned men standing at attention on both sides.

Beneath his desk and chair, Patch followed.

Wuming looked around:

"There are a lot of people coming from the corner."

Kakuren said: "This is a representative of our various ethnic groups. It can represent different groups, different positions and different regions."

"Oh, you are sincere and come here for peace talks." Wuming applauded, "Isn't the old lady here?"

"That lady is our important priest. If you have an ambush, we will lose her, but the loss outweighs the gain." Kakuto said.

"Well, it's better to be cautious, let's get started." Wuming said, "Everyone who is willing to come here must also hope that the current tragic stalemate situation will change, so you come here to explore the possibility of a peaceful solution. Everyone Speak freely, express your demands, and anything can be discussed.”

Wuming looked at both sides with a smile:

"Do we need to introduce each other?"

"No need." The horned man looked at Andros with a cold face, "We all know these people who turned into ashes. Mersemer and his minions, the leader of the Black Knights."

"The Black Knights are not affiliated with Mersemer." Andros also looked at the Horns and Mersemer coldly, "You are all filth, just like the same breed. As for you Horns, you don't have names anyway. From the Holy War Starting from the first hundred years, the horned people have no names.”

"No introduction is needed. We are in a good relationship. Let's save time and talk about our demands." Wuming smiled and took out a pot from under the table. "Everyone, don't be so nervous. Sit down. I've prepared soup for you."

Four bowls of soup were placed on all sides, but only Messermo gave Wuming the honor and sat down. But seeing that neither the Black Knight nor the Horned Man was sitting down, and feeling that the stool was a bit hot on his buttocks, he became restless and wanted to stand up.

Andros stood quietly, picked up the bowl, and said:

"The Black Knight's request is simple - to resolve Queen Malika's worries and eliminate all filth."

After saying that, he slammed the soup on the ground, and the bowl shattered into pieces, making a crisp cracking sound.

As soon as the bowl was broken, the ground suddenly opened, and a group of black knights emerged from the ground, fully armed and holding swords, and surrounded the horned man.

"I'm very familiar with you horned men." Andros said, "With such a big horn, you are indeed the leader. As long as we catch you all, the horned men will become a piece of loose sand again."

The horned man was not afraid. He looked around at the black knights and sneered: "This is your peace talk. As expected, there is no truth in the mouths of betrayers."

Then he pulled up the top of his head and actually pulled off the big horns on his head.

There was a sound of skin tearing, and a group of smaller horned men jumped out from the skin of the thin and tall horned man.

Moreover, red light flashes in each person's body, and they jump smartly, as if they are about to tear their bodies apart and struggle out at any time. The majestic spiritual power emanates from the body.

The power made even Messemer change his face and jump up from his chair.

"Messemer and the leader of the Black Knights, huh, we've made a lot of money, let's die together." The bodies of more than a dozen hornmen swelled at the same time, and the red light in their bodies became even higher.

The black knight felt this power and immediately rushed forward, raised his spear and pierced the horned man's body. I hope to kill Kakuto as soon as possible and at the same time use my body to block the coming explosion for the boss.

But the Black Knight's charge was interrupted, and a pale golden trap wrapped around them, wrapping them in a sticky feeling, making it difficult for them to move forward.

As for the horned people, their bodies returned to normal as if they were leaking air, and the red light under their skin that was about to burst their bodies quickly dissipated.

On the tables in all directions, only Wuming was still sitting there, leaning on the edge of the table with his elbows, his hands clasped, one hand shining with light gold, and the other hand shining with red light.

"It turns out there was a performance before the negotiations, which was really exciting." Wuming smiled, "Is your performance over?"

"What kind of heretical power is this?" Andros looked at the golden circle wrapping himself in shock, feeling as if the armor was extremely heavy.

"How can this be considered heresy? I have never seen two fingers use this trick? We are praying with two fingers, do you understand?" Wuming slapped his chest to fool Andros.

"How did you dispel our spiritual power?" The horned man was also very angry.

Wuming winked at the person in the corner:

"Knowing that you may be dissatisfied, I learned about the possible methods of the Horned People overnight and prepared corresponding measures. Previously, scholars predicted that you would most likely choose to use spiritual bombs, and it turned out to be true. Form a bond with the elves and then cut off the bond. This produces an extremely strong spiritual explosion. As long as you know the principle, you can develop corresponding methods."

Messermo was also very angry and stared at Wuming:

"Does this mean both sides have agreed to peace talks? Both sides are ambush!"

"Hmm..." Wuming's eyes wandered, pretending to look at Patch next to him, and then he cried.

"What are you going to do now?" Messemer asked him.

"Oh, it's normal for enemies to be extremely jealous when they meet each other. This is also a difficulty in peace talks." Wuming said leisurely.

He looked at Kakuto: "Let me ask first, are all the killers you sent this time, or are there serious people who can speak up and make the decision?"

The horns were silent for a moment, and then a man stood up. Although his head was not big, his back was straight.

Wuming nodded happily:

"It seems that Kakuto is somewhat sincere."

"But you are obviously not sincere." The horned man said.

Wuming said: "Then it seems that the first thing both sides want to talk about is the issue of hatred. Why don't we talk about why we want to kill each other?"

The horned man glared at the black knight:

"Our family members were killed by them."

Wuming looked at the black knight:

"Why are you killing family members?"

Andros said: "Do you think that among these soldiers, none of their relatives and friends have been killed by the horned men?"

The horned man glared at him: "Remember clearly, you are the invaders! This is our land! It was Malika who betrayed us!"

Andros said with a straight face: "This is our mission."

"What a mission." Jiaoren smiled angrily, not knowing what to say.

Kakuto looked at Wuming: "That's why we fight to the death. Do you understand now?"

"On this point, it seems that the Black Knight is being unreasonable." Wuming smiled, "But I know better. Isn't the Horned Man making a big pot?"

"That's our tradition," Kakuto said.

"Using wizards to make pots, right?" Wuming said, "Do you know that wizards are Malika's kin?"

The cornermen were silent for a moment, and their turbulent momentum was suddenly interrupted, and they said hesitantly:

"Malika formed an alliance with us before."

"Maybe it's to endure the humiliation and wait for an opportunity to take revenge." Wuming said, "Just like you, haven't you been doing guerrilla warfare in detours for thousands of years? The weaker side has more means, so there is no problem, right?"

The horned man said: "So the millennium of suffering of our clan is because of Malika's revenge for her own clan? Because of our tradition, we are going to be burned with fire?"

Androids laughed:

"You see, these are barbarians who persecuted the queen's people but didn't take it seriously. The one who blew himself up before and used the power of being connected with the elves was just to use its power by severing friendship. This kind of nation has no value in existence. , downright filthy.”

"I have to correct you on one point." Wuming said, "Using the elves' technology, the horned scholars said they dug it out."

"Then he's not a horned man?" Andros said.

"It was obtained through archeology by Horned Scholars and originated from an older civilization." Wuming said.

Andrews was a little speechless and said:

"That's why Kakuto used this technique."

"Hey, didn't you use flames to burn the Horned Man?" Wuming was curious, "Isn't fire also a serious crime for the Golden Tree? The Horned Man used the technology obtained from archeology, and you used the forbidden power. Are you going too far?"

Patch sneered from the side: "If a believer doesn't have double standards, how can he still be called a believer?"

Andros fell silent.

Wuming saw that both sides became quieter, clapped his hands, and dispersed the spell that restrained everyone:

"Okay, now that we can sit together, we have taken the first step. I hope you can think about it first. Is your most important appeal and most essential goal just to annihilate each other?"

The eyes of both parties drifted for a moment, but finally they did not take action.

Wuming spread his hands: "Everyone, please take a seat first."

This time, both parties finally sat down first. Both sides looked at Wuming deeply, with a trace of fear in their eyes.

Wuming said: "I think we can first exchange our respective goals and what we value most."

Wuming looked at Androids:

"If I understand correctly, the Black Knight's goal should be Malika. Fulfill Malika's wish and eliminate Malika's worries, right?"

"That's right," Andros said.

"What if Malika herself takes the initiative to change?" Wuming asked.

"Impossible, in that case-" Andros started to say something, but suddenly fell silent.

"You were abandoned." Wuming said, "Even if the policy changes were really made, you were not notified."

"If there's no notification, there's no change," Andros said.

"But the lightless ones in the junction have gone everywhere, and Godfrey has faded." Wuming said, "Do you know that many people in the junction now don't believe in the golden tree?"

"Do you think I will believe it?" Andros was angry.

"I can take you back, and you can see it with your own eyes." Wuming said, "Malika's views and definition of filth have changed."

Wuming raised his finger:

"A war without honor ignites the fire of betrayal. The Holy War would rather lose its reputation, but the only support for persisting in this war is that you firmly believe that it is good for the Golden Tree and good for Malika, right? And if the situation changes , I think changing with the times is a better choice.”

Andrews said: "You must first prove that you are not talking nonsense. I don't believe you at all."

"Why don't you believe it?" Wuming asked.

"You are also a filth, and you don't understand the Golden Law at first glance." Andros said, "The Golden Law cannot accommodate these filthiness, which will shake the foundation of the law. Will Queen Malika shake her own law? Even if the Golden Tree abandons us, it will not abandon itself. Can you carry yourself and fly? Can you strangle yourself? It is impossible for the Golden Tree to commit suicide."

"As expected, I won't believe it unless I see it with my own eyes... But on the other hand, if I can take you back, it will not only fulfill your wish to return home, but also shake your belief in jihad." Wuming scratched his helmet, Gave him another bowl of soup, then turned to Kakuto,

"What are the demands of the horned people?"

The horned man said: "First, return our land and return our tower."

Wuming said: "When the Jihadi Army returns home, this land will naturally return to your hands. You can rest and recuperate to your heart's content. As for Mersemer, as long as we finally reach a consensus, Mersemer will unlock the seal."

"You still want to unlock the seal?" Andros said, "Absolutely not!"

Wuming said: "Don't worry, I can prove that Queen Malika's mind has changed."

"This has nothing to do with what the Queen thinks." Andros said, "The Horned Man must not be allowed to get the tower."

"Why?" Wuming said.

"The Horned Man will quickly regain his strength." Andros said. He glanced at the Horned Man's blood-red eyes full of hatred. "After regaining their strength, will they not retaliate?"

"Will you?" Wuming looked towards Jiaoren and winked, giving him a hint.

The horned man looked at Wuming and said slowly:

"Second, about hatred."

Wuming lowered his head upon hearing this, knowing that he had hinted in vain.

If the Kakure are willing to suppress their hatred first, Wuming has many ways to slowly soften their attitude.

But if revenge is necessary, bloodshed will be inevitable.

Kakuren said: "I am negotiating seriously with you - currently or Kakuren, it can be said that everyone has experienced the painful loss of relatives and friends."

Wuming said: "Didn't we sort it out before? We have to track down the source and you used the witch to make a pot."

"Don't say we don't agree with this reason." Kakuren said, "The group of people who made the pot in the first place have been dead for several rounds. And even if the priests entrust the pot masters to make pots, at most, from the priests to the pot masters, The pot master took on the job. Where are the other corners?"

"Witches are also innocent." Andros said, "Your innocents are innocent, so there are no innocents among witches?"

"Witches are all born sinners." The horned man said, "At least that's what we are taught."

"Stop, stop, stop." Wuming was tired of hearing this, "You're getting nowhere if you say that. We're sitting here, shouldn't we be trying to liquidate each other until the clan is exterminated, right?"

"Why not?" Andros said, "Filth should be completely eradicated. A dangerous nation like the Horned People should not think about peace talks. Complete eradication is the right way."

"It seems that the ancestors' decision was not wrong." Kakuto said, "Just because the witches behave like this, they are born as sinners. Unfortunately, the ancestors are still too naive and actually tried to transform the witches into good people. If the ancestors had Also be as shameless as that evil woman, use fire to purify their souls, and never let go of any witch, so we won't end up in this situation."

"It's a pity that we have an overwhelming advantage now." Andros said, "The Black Knight will annihilate you."

"You haven't done it in a thousand years." Kakuto said. "Ten thousand years from now, we will continue to fight and curse the golden tree until the golden tree sets us on fire and until we take back our territory."

Wuming kicked Patch, who was dozing next to him:

"Help me, please help me."

"What's there to say about this little thing?" Patch said.

"A trivial matter?" Jiao and Andros glared at Patch at the same time, "You say this is a trivial matter?"

Patch glanced lazily at the horned man:

"Do you know why wizards are born sinners?"

The horned man hesitated:

"This is a tradition, a custom left behind, everyone says so."

Patch smiled happily, pointed a spider leg at the horned man, and said to Andros:

"Look, you are stupid, right? You don't even know why."

Andros smiled and nodded, very much in agreement with Patch.

Patch said to Andros again:

"Do you know why witches are persecuted?"

"Because the Horned Men are a bunch of idiots." Andros echoed Patch's statement. .

"Because wizards are also a bunch of idiots." Patch said, "It's awesome to provoke the Supreme Will and kill the fingers. The result is a natural disaster. If you have the ability to do it, you can't bear it."

Patch pointed at Androids and Horned Man:

"The ancestors of the Horned People were angry with the fellows of the Nox people, and then they started to play with each other. In the end, they even forgot why they did it. When Malika rose up, they were angry with the same people of the Horned People, and then they were playing with each other, and finally the people in the border area I even forgot why I did it.”

Patch concluded: "They're all idiots."

After Patch finished scolding, the whole place was silent. Andros was still digesting Patch's words and didn't believe it at all.

"Ahem." Wuming coughed, "Let me translate it for everyone - Patch is saying that we still have to discuss the matter and not generalize. There is no point in rehashing old scores. We should look to the future."

After the translation, Wuming smiled and hugged Patch:

"Old guy, you have such a good memory. To be honest, how many curse-breaking stones have you knocked on?"

"Everything about old sesame seeds and rotten millet will be found out," Patch said. "After thinking about it, I came up with a law, and everyone under my command accepted it as the truth."

"Say a few words less, say a few words less." Wuming blocked, "I just don't live as long as you."

Patch laughed disdainfully: "That's right, a primitive man, a village girl, uneducated."

When Andros and Horn Man heard this, they finally broke out.

"You have insulted the thousand-year history of the Golden Tree!"

"You have insulted the thousand-year history of the Tower of God!"

The two waves of people spoke in unison, condemning Patch:

"I want you to apologize immediately!"

The two waves of people looked at each other, feeling disgusted that the other party said the same thing, but their main focus was still on Patch, and they all wanted to tear Patch's nonsense mouth apart.

The golden circle covered both sides again. When they calmed down their anger and stopped trying to pounce on Patch, Wuming let them go.

"Let's get down to business." Wuming said, "You must really not let go of the issue of hatred, or... a duel? Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Let's find the person who killed our relatives and friends, and have a fair fight, no matter life or death. ,How about it?"

"No." Horn Man objected, "Each of Mersemer's minions has killed more than one person, and even killed several rounds. Why, because some people have killed enough, and even killed all their relatives and friends, so But no one is seeking revenge, so it’s fine? Is this reasonable?”

Wuming touched his chin: "That's right..."

Wuming couldn't think of a reason to refute, but he certainly couldn't let hatred and bloodshed continue endlessly.

"I know that you all represent the interest groups behind you." Wuming said, "But I also hope that you can take some responsibility. Don't just remember hatred, but also consider the future. Become the people you represent, and the future A choice with hope. I propose to isolate the land first, return the land of shadow to the horned people, and return the holy war army to the border area. You can live in peace and harmony for a few hundred years, and the hatred should be almost forgotten in the meantime. If we change everything, if we continue to contact each other in this way, it will be less likely for war to break out again if there are conflicts.”

The horned man said: "Then how can I explain to our soldiers when I go back that your relatives and friends were burned and killed, but the murderer is free and even immortal?"

"As I just said, we cannot generalize." Wuming said, "There are many people here in Mersemer who have gone completely crazy and even deliberately killed the horned people. These people can only give up. And those who value honor People who are really on the battlefield are just fighting on the battlefield, and their lives depend on their fate.”

Wuming said: "Anyway, the number of people on both sides is not large. Let's count how many people are willing to sacrifice their own hatred to bring salvation to their children and grandchildren, and who are willing to sacrifice themselves to reduce the hatred between both sides as much as possible. Sometimes the hatred is reduced to a certain range, There is a way to be compatible.”

"That's easy to say. Are you willing to sacrifice yourself?" Kakuto asked.

When Wuming heard this question, he smiled: "You can go back and investigate first. I think there must be many people who are willing. In short, I think the golden tree can accommodate horned people."

"What a fool." The horned man said, "Do you think the Black Knights recognize themselves? They have said that the Golden Law cannot tolerate us."

"Maybe it wasn't possible in the past." Wuming said, "But now the golden tree is. Did you know that the person who manages the golden tree now is a horned man?"

"I don't believe you." Kakuren sneered, "Hakuren manages the Golden Tree? Haha."

Wuming did not continue to persuade Kakuto, he was also thinking. From the current point of view, whether it is Androids's side or Kakuto's side, in the end, it is still a matter of trust.

And this rift in trust was caused by thousands of years of fighting and the betrayal thousands of years ago, and it is really difficult to heal.

No matter how much talk you talk, it won't mean much. Wuming needs something that can make the final decision.

"I think as an outsider, although I don't have much credibility in everyone's eyes, I shouldn't have any bad feelings." Wuming said slowly, "Why don't we formulate an action guideline, and I will supervise it as a third party, and use this as a starting point to ensure that both parties It won’t cause any big problems anymore.”

"Are you okay?" Kakuto said, "Are you here to supervise me? Why do you do that? Are you really good at fighting?"

"You're useless." Andrews answered, "To do this kind of thing, you must have power and background. You are a little fader, do you want us to trust you? Don't say this, even if you can be a supervisor , How can you supervise a land of shadows by yourself? Do you know how many tribes and horned people there are in this place? How can you supervise how many soldiers will conflict with horned people every day? Can you handle it? A fair trial? Where is the judge? What about you, the Flame Knight of Messermo?"

The Horned Man said: "We will not agree with Mersemer and his minions."

"I have power." Wuming said, "I also have a lot of people."

Wuming spread his arms: "I have a big caravan."

"Where are they?" Andros said, "Why didn't I see them? Are they all hidden in the vault?"

Kakuto also looked on coldly: "We have already investigated your identity clearly. You have been walking alone before and have no power at all. Even when you deceive us, you are still alone. You are an outsider. Even if you have your own power, your subordinates I'm afraid there are not even ten people. I know you are good at beating, but your beating is of no use. A powerful person can become a king, but what you want to do is not what a king should do. "

"Looking down on me?" Wuming was furious.

A scorching sun rose from the unknown hand, a huge fireball covered the top of the negotiation table, and a heavy light weighed on everyone's heads. Both the Horned Man and the Golden Tree were restrained from arguing by a fear that touched their souls. They looked at the fire in Wuming's hand, and the fear that entered their souls in the ancient wilderness flowed from their eyes into their bone marrow, making everyone's hair stand on end.

Everyone had realized that Wuming should be very powerful, but they didn't expect that this man's power was so terrifying.

Moreover, it was the power of flames, which both the horned man and the golden tree were quite frightened by.

The fireball then screamed high into the sky and exploded.

"What are you doing?" Messermo was stunned, "Deterrence by force? It's useless. It can only be used as a deterrent for a moment."

"Call people." Wuming heroic Qianyun said, "With an arrow that pierces the clouds, thousands of troops will come to meet you!"

After a while, a group of people came out of Shadow City and came to Wuming.

Leda, Dane, Moore, Lance Sanks, Fia, Tanith, Laya, and Greg, whose limbs were reattached to normal, plus Patch next to him, stood behind Wuming.

Wuming counted the numbers and said seriously to the person in the corner:

"There's still one person who hasn't come back from going out, otherwise it will be ten."

"We are not here to act out a farce with you." The character's face became more and more gloomy.

Andros became increasingly impatient.

However, due to Wuming's shocking fireball before, neither side dared to attack.

Feeling the increasingly violent atmosphere around him, Wuming also knew that this negotiation might have to be suspended first. If a fight breaks out, he is not sure that he can completely stop both sides. If either party's envoy to negotiate is injured or even killed, the peace talks will be even more difficult.

At least the two sides fully exchanged views.

Wuming said: "Then give me some time. If you really need a fair organization to ensure peace, then the worst I can do is to recruit a force in this border area to ensure fairness and justice--"

"If you need a force, of course we have it." A voice interrupted Wuming.

Wuming was a little surprised and looked up at the sky.

There was holy light swaying down and covering the battlefield, making it look very noble. Everyone who was shrouded in the holy light felt a sense of calm, and the anger in their hearts was relieved a lot.

Then the holy light gathered and became more intense, like a bolt of lightning, splitting the space into cracks.

A man with disheveled blond hair, exuding a holy light, who could not tell the difference between male and female, walked out of the crack, walked barefoot into this land of shadows.

Seeing this person, Leda knelt down on one knee on the spot, with golden light reflected in her eyes, and she called excitedly and affectionately: "Ms. Michaela!"

Patch muttered: "It's alright."

Michaela walked towards Patch and said with a smile: "Fortunately, my negotiation has been completed."

He looked at Wuming, his smile became even brighter: "Brother Wuming, I'm here to pick you up."

Wuming stared at Mikaela affectionately, blinking hard, trying to see through the golden light around Mikaela.

Seeing that there was only golden light behind Mikaela, Wuming pondered for a moment, turned around and said to the person in the corner:

"Look, there are ten of us."

Kakuto ignored him and looked at Mikaela who suddenly appeared in surprise. No one present had a clear idea of ​​the origin of this god-like boy who suddenly appeared.

When Michaela heard Wuming's words, she laughed and said:

"Don't worry, I'm not the only one here."

Michaela spread her hands and lightly touched the golden light. The crack of holy light immediately expanded and turned into a large portal, revealing the mirror image of another world.

One after another, people walked out of the mirror world.

Millicent, Ashmi, Gale, the hybrid Son of Omen...many of the nameless old employees came over.

This was just the beginning. After the employees rushed in impatiently, those guys who walked calmly also slowly walked through the mirror.

The son of Evil Omen, who was dressed in rags and was tall but somewhat craggy, walked slowly into the Land of Shadows on crutches. The majestic and sinuous big horns, the thick horned tail, and the fascinating golden light in the eyes can make the black knight and the horned man instantly realize that this is a strong man. No matter which power's criterion is used - the horns on the head or the blessings in the eyes, this is a deeply blessed existence, and it is confusing to see him.

Behind this unknown horned man is a terrifyingly burly warrior. With a big bow and two swords behind his back, proud red hair flying, he rode a disproportionately thin horse. He stepped across the mirror and looked around. The giant-like size alone made everyone breathless. Everyone seemed to be Under the giant beast's crotch, he couldn't help but hold his breath and survive.

There were two cats on the broad shoulders of the burly warrior, one with a long silver tail and the other with a black body, which made the warrior's strong temperament look much softer.

But then, the soldier suddenly shrank, suddenly a little panicked, and quickly passed the light door behind him while riding his horse.

A tall and beautiful woman stepped across the light door, with a crescent moon crown on her head, and her eyebrows were elegant and cold. No one dared to look at her wherever she looked.

Even the Horned Man recognized this one. He had made his name before the Golden Tree era, and his qualifications and strength were at the top of the border.

Michaela glanced at the Horned Man casually, and said to Wuming: "The Queen of Nimgefu is also going to come and join in the fun. She said she wanted to come here and take a look."

The Horned Man looked at Wuming with disbelief: "Are these your forces?"

"Oh, the ones behind are not." Wuming said, "We just have a good relationship, we can be considered partners."

Michaela whispered: "The reason for the good relationship is that he helped solve their predicaments - each one is no simpler than your predicament. I think I should help him reduce some of the burden and not always work so hard."

The Horned Man was stunned and looked at Wuming. Wuming looked at Mungget and said to the Horned Man excitedly:

"See, see, see, that's what I said, the current King of Rodel, the Horned Man who manages the Golden Tree."

Wuming's nose was about to curl up, and he looked around the Horned Man, the Black Knight and Messermo: "Do you believe me now?"