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He Shenyan's appearance did not let too many people find out. In fact, the soldiers couldn't see him at all. All they knew was that Kratos was staring solemnly at the Nilfgaardian beyond the river bank.

And the mage...he certainly didn't shut up.

"I think if you dress well and shave, you'll look a lot younger. Beards aren't fashionable these days, and dwarves are wondering how to grow beards. Also, you don't seem to be doing much. Take care of your beard, Lao Kui."

Kratos took a deep breath.

"Hey, Lao Kui, why are you so cold? I'm chatting with you, so please respond."

"Are you finished yet?"

Kratos turned around, his face was hideous, his facial features were crowded together, and he looked like he was experiencing stomach cramps: "Stop chatting! You have time to joke with me here, why don't you take a look at Nilfgaard. Where is the Lord of Man?"

He Shenyan shrugged.

The breeze on the city wall blew across his face, and the black eyes were exuding a blue light, one after another, passing through his eyes like a meteor shower. Ming and annihilation are indefinite, endless.

"Actually," he said softly. "I found it half a minute ago, old Kui."

The black robe stirred, and the comfortable breeze turned into a howling wind in an instant, and even the clouds that blocked the stars and the moon were blown away. The soldiers held down their helmets and grasped their weapons, cursing the gust of wind that came from nowhere.

It blew, and whistled, from over the heads of the Sintraians to the other side of the river, and into the camps of the Nilfgaardians. Their fine-blooded warhorses began to neigh uncomfortably, and some looked up at the suddenly bright night sky.

The bright moon appeared in the sky again. The moon fell, the stars shifted, and they moved silently over the heads of the Nilfgaardians.

in a frightening way.

He Shenyan raised a hand, and a beam of moonlight fell on his palm. Kratos squinted and stared at him, wondering what he was trying to do. Until He Shenyan started to explain to him.

"Nilfgaard is the most powerful human empire in the world, Old Kui. They are located in the south of the continent, with a prosperous economy and a strong military. But these are not the point. The point is that they are keen to conquer and expand."

The mage grinned: "This, people can see one or two from the speed of their outward expansion. As early as twenty-five years ago, the country of Nilfgaard was only a country that a small number of educated people had heard of. , and today, they have crossed the Yaruga River, and they are under the city of Sintra."

"To deal with such a country, it's useless for you to rush over and kill their leader. Because sooner or later, the Nilfgaardians will come here. If they really want to learn to give up, then they must In some unconventional ways."

"What do you want to do?"

He Shenyan didn't answer the question, he just clenched his right hand. Yuehua was held in his hands, and the cold moonlight shone through his fingers. The stars continued to move, and little by little they formed a standard Nilfgaardian word.

vort.

leave.

Unlike common language, unlike any other language. Nilfgaardian, born out of an ancient language, is obscure and has many syllables. At this moment, in the Nilfgaardian camp, the black armored soldiers were looking at the sky in shock, not sure if what they saw was an illusion or reality.

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"Really? Who is standing behind Sintra?" Torres asked with interest.

Duny, on the other hand, just looked at him coldly, as if looking at a dead man. Torres couldn't help but feel a pang of anger at that cold look - this damned beast, how dare he look at me like that?

The current emperor of Nilfgaard took a step forward, and his right hand, which was wearing an iron glove, was raised high and gave Duny a heavy slap. The intense pain and humiliation ensued, but Duny smiled instead.

He lowered his head and spat out a mouthful of blood, and pressed his tongue against a certain posterior molar, feeling its loosening, and asked with a smile, "Can't you keep your demeanor? Ha, you shameful usurper."

"A mouse is always a mouse, no matter whose crown it stole—I hope you remember that, Torres."

Duny looked at him sternly, his voice hoarse, blood between his lips and teeth: "You are a mouse."

Torres narrowed his eyes, and his dark eyes narrowed slightly, making it impossible to see through his thoughts. After a while, he opened his mouth and was about to say something, but there was a commotion outside the tent.

He frowned. In the disciplined Nilfgaardian army, it was almost unbelievable. Torres was originally a general of the empire, and he was known for his strictness in governing the army.

No need for him to say anything, a man in an officer's armor with flying wings on both sides of the helmet came running outside the tent. He looked flustered, his foggy eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't even speak.

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"Your Majesty!" said the man's voice mournfully. "Sky...Sky! Sky!"

"What happened to the sky?"

Torres didn't understand why he was so flustered until he walked out of the tent and started looking up at the sky. It was only at that moment that he really understood why there was so much noise outside the camp, and why many soldiers were already kneeling on the ground, no matter how the officers beat and scold them, they would never get up.

"The great sun is up..." Torres muttered to himself. "Please grant me the supreme power to break the illusion in front of me."

The sun did not respond to him.

The stars began to line up, combine, move. Bit by bit, they turned into more heartwarming sentences, and Torres stared up at the sky with his mouth wide open. His previous knowledge of the world was completely destroyed at this moment, and it was impossible for the warlocks he knew to be capable of doing this.

hu.

What this means is that I have no time for you to waste. Then, it continues to change.

Vortnatuvean.

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Torres' heart gradually sank, kept sinking. Some stubborn part of him was screaming wildly, telling him that it couldn't be true. There is no such powerful spell in the world, this is the domain of the gods, and a power beyond the reach of the extraordinary. It must be an illusion... a vile deceit.

However, his reason is also telling him - this is true.

If only a few people saw it, he would think it was an illusion. But now, everyone has seen it.

Duny's laughter came from inside the tent, and he laughed wildly, even though he couldn't see the sky at all: "What did you see? Torres Valores! Tell me! What did you see?"

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Torres didn't answer, his shoulders sank, as if twenty years older out of thin air.

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