Chapter 168: Nightfall
Chapter 168: Nightfall
Chapter 168: Nightfall
The Anya People went back, acting quiet and tame. There was no more movement from the Demon Clan. Lily sat under the great banner, quietly watching Little Bear pick and choose there. A wind passed by, lingeringly swirling in front of her as if making a hiccup, stirring up a bloody smell and carrying it farther and farther away.
A flock of vultures in the sky looked like rolling dark clouds. They dared not land, yet were unwilling to leave. In the distance, more dark shadows were flying towards this place. The sunlight gradually disappeared behind them. The shadow spread rapidly on the ground, seemingly about to swallow everything.
Lily remained motionless, letting the vultures clamor. She had gotten used to sitting still like this. Every time she did, she would always think of Bran unintentionally. She remembered him lazily lying in the rocking chair, remembered him lazily sitting or lying on the ground.
In Bran’s eyes, were the people around him like these vultures? That’s why he always had an indifferent attitude. Then what about me? How did he see me?
…
The Anya People and the Demon Clan were both watching that place. How could such an existence be in the world?
Unease and fear grew in their hearts.
How could those insignificant corpses on the ground attract so many vultures? These messengers of Death must have smelled something, that’s why they were so reluctant to leave.
The sun set in the west. The vultures did not return to their nests. Under the cover of dusk, they cautiously landed around the girl. A dark, dense mass, like a giant rock hanging overhead, made everyone feel suffocated.
People looked at the last light of the sunset, their eyes full of reluctance, as if it were the last hope in their lives.
Night fell. The imagined Northlands army did not appear, which made everyone breathe a sigh of relief. The difficult day had finally passed, and they could still get a good night’s sleep tonight.
The moonlight was beautiful, and the girl under the moonlight was even more beautiful. She seemed tired from sitting, so she stood up and walked towards the Demon Clan camp.
The soldiers watching from both sides noticed the abnormality at the same time. Alarms sounded, sharp and piercing.
The alarm came too late. The girl’s figure flickered and vanished under the moonlight. In an instant, she had already entered the Demon Clan camp. At some point, a torch appeared in her hand.
She began to focus on igniting the first tent, then the next…
The fire gradually became unstoppable, gradually dyeing the entire sky red.
On the Anya People’s city wall, there was no more room to stand. People crowded there, watching the Demon Clan camp that had turned into a sea of fire.
The Demon Clan was finished! Someone among the soldiers began to cheer, and it grew louder and louder; the Demon Clan was finished! Many Knights looked grim, and an almost despairing emotion began to arise.
This night was too short. The morning sun eagerly leaped out from beyond the mountain. The Northlands banner stood lonely there. The girl was gone, the clumsy bear was gone, and the vultures were gone too.
It was like a dream. The fire ash falling constantly from the sky was the embers of the dream.
…
Bran, sitting under the tree, also had a dream. In the dream, Lily walked out of the sea of fire. Endless flames twisted and danced behind her, gradually forming a pair of huge wings.
She examined him with doubt in her eyes…
He fell asleep and had a strange dream. Bran sat there, dazed, thinking for a long time, and finally gave up guessing about the dream.
Dreaming hadn’t happened for a long time because he no longer needed sleep. Now he had inexplicably fallen asleep and had an inexplicable dream.
His hair damp with sweat, a slight chill rising in his heart, interesting!
Footsteps sounded. Zoya came and sat down beside Bran, then asked somewhat surprised, “Why are you sweating so much?”
“Mmm, had a dream. There was a big fire in the dream.”
“You’re lying to me again!”
“It’s so late, why aren’t you asleep?”
“I can’t sleep. I sparred with Eileen twice today—lost both times. So I want to know, how did you improve back then?”
“You sure you want to know?”
“Mmm.”
“Poke a hornet’s nest.”
Zoya…
Seeing Zoya’s suspicious expression, Bran emphasized again, “Really. Under the stimulation of pain and danger, you’ll find—you are much stronger than you imagined.”
…
After tricking Zoya into leaving, Bran patted the Ancient Tree and instructed, “Tomorrow I’m going to Sandstone City. I’ll leave this place to you and Huahua.”
“No! I’m going this time too.”
“I’d like you to go! The problem is, can you go?”
The Ancient Tree was silent for a long time. The forest path leading to Sandstone City was too narrow, and the branches stretching out from the trees on both sides were too lush. Forcing through wasn’t impossible, but given the Ancient Tree’s currently wobbly way of walking, the difficulty was a bit too high.
The Ancient Tree regretted it, regretted not listening to Bran’s words before—to reduce its size.
Bran continued to tempt, “You heard about Zoya’s thing just now.”
“Mmm.”
“I’ll also leave the Little Fairies Rando and Langa by your side. Then you can attract a whole bunch of hornets.”
“Mmm—” The Ancient Tree immediately perked up.
“I’ll leave Zoya’s training to you. How about that?”
“Good!”
“Make sure she stays safe.”
“Good, she won’t die.” The Ancient Tree began to rub its hands in excitement.
Bran chose to believe the Ancient Tree…
It was time to find out about the problem with Sandstone City. He hoped everything would go smoothly.