The sunset faded, the sun gradually faded away its last afterglow, and darkness came, and the stars in the sky were dotted with diamonds. The bright purple moon quietly emerged from the clouds, and the hazy moonlight quietly poured on the earth, like a thin layer of lilac gauze dress, quiet and peaceful.

Silala and Oden sat around the fire, touching the spoon of the broth in the bowl in their hands without thinking. The dark end of the street was still silent, and the sound of dead branches burning and bursting in their ears were the whispers of the surrounding guards while resting.

Suddenly, a rapid sound of horse hooves came from far to near from the street. Serrara and Oden stood up at the same time, looking through the sound with a nervous and serious expression. After a while, a blurred figure gradually appeared in sight. After they saw the rider riding on the horse, the two sighed together.

Xilulu-

Ninilu pulled the reins and stopped the horses cleanly. Seeing the strange reception appearance of Serrara and Oden, he was stunned and said, "What's wrong with you? Don't you welcome my back?"

"Sister Niniluo! There is no such thing, just..." Serra sighed lightly and quickly defended: "The people we sent to Via Castle to discuss alliances with Eckhart until now have no news!"

"So that's it." Ninilu raised her eyebrows and said, "I have the latest information from my ancestors and Eckhart. Do you want to know?"

"Of course! Thank you so much for Sister Niniluo!" Serra said in surprise.

Ninilu turned over and got off the horse, walked to Serra's side with a heroic look, and touched Serra's little head habitually, then turned to Oden and instructed him: "That's the one who is right. It's you. Go find me a bottle of wine right away!"

"Sister Niniluo! Why do you suddenly want to drink?" Selala said in confusion.

"In order to investigate their intelligence, my sister has not drunk a drop of water yet. Can't my sister want to drink some wine to quench her thirst?" Ninilu replied with a smile in front of Serrara.

"As you wish! Lord Niniluo!"

After hearing this, Oden nodded immediately and hurried to find a drink.

Ninilu stretched her waist and arms carelessly, showing her graceful and charming **, which suddenly attracted the secret gaze of people around her. She didn't care at all that, and hugged Serra and sat down next to the fire, saying, "It seems that Querofe's order has stabilized. It's a pretty good job, little guy!"

Serra shook her head shyly and said, "Actually, this is thanks to the help of Oden and the soldiers of the Guards in the city. If it weren't for them, I wouldn't have done all this well!"

"You little guy doesn't have to be modest. In fact, your command ability is worthy of being convinced. Otherwise, they wouldn't obey your arrangements so easily!" Niniluo said without hesitation for her.

"I won't say this anymore! Sister Niniluo, please tell me the most urgent matters about the ancestors' affairs with Eckhart and others." Serrara said.

"Okay okay!" Niniluo shrugged her shoulders and said, "According to my day of investigation, the people who had agreed to the ancestors have already prepared to let Olambert prepare to inherit Querofe's territory, but when they went to Via Castle to gain control, they were obstructed by Eckhart in the city. Now they have been in a stalemate, and I don't know when the showdown will be completely started!"

Serra frowned, as if thinking deeply about the meaning of this information. After a long time, she muttered to herself: "It's strange. The ancestors' public opinion, which had the advantage in the situation, retreated under Eckhart's obstruction. This is not in line with their style of conduct. Assuming that I stand on the position of the ancestors' public opinion, even if Eckhart is strong, I will defeat him at all, because as long as Eckhart is solved, Querofe is equivalent to being able to capture it! But why did the people who agreed to the ancestors' public opinion not do this? It's strange that they shouldn't understand the reason why Chi Zesheng Changes. If reinforcements from the Guanghui Temple arrive, the situation will immediately reverse, and it will be too late to regret it at that time! What's going on..."

Niniluo looked at Celara's thinking and looked really cute. Even when Oden returned with the wine, she didn't notice it. After raising her hand to signal Oden to silence, Niniluo took the wine bottle and drank it while listening to Celara's constant mumbling thoughts.

"The strange thing is Eckhart. Lusen has not come back yet. It can be seen that he has seen Eckhart himself tell us the idea of ​​forming an alliance. Whether Eckhart agrees or not, at least he will let Lusen come back and tell us his choice, but he has not. What does this mean? This shows that Eckhart is hesitating! That's right! It must be like this! He must have not made a choice yet, so he left Lusen in Via Castle!"

Serra's expression and tone continued to change with her own guesses and judgments. Her cute little brows frowned and relaxed, which showed how severe her brain was thinking and speculating.

"The ancestors' public opinion seems to have some unconcealed difficulties and gave up tough measures. As long as the people responsible for the planning of the ancestors' public opinion plan this time have some wisdom and talent, they will never continue to delay the stalemate. Perhaps tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, a battle that determines victory or defeat will inevitably be inevitable... Wait! In this way..."

Selala suddenly stood up and said solemnly to Niniluo: "Sister Niniluo! Now there is an important thing that concerns our survival and death that needs your help! It is very likely that you will die because of this, but are you willing to accept our irresponsible willful plea?"

"Did the little guy notice something?" Niniluo smiled.

"Well! If my guess is correct, the ancestors may attack Eckhart in the past two days, and it is not even ruled out the possibility of this evening. By then, by the time Eckhart decides to join us, it is too late, so we must not sit idly by and watch Eckhart and the others fail!" Selala pursed her lips and said in a deep voice: "So you need to go to Via Castle immediately to secretly lurk, and wait for Eckhart to rescue him in time! Otherwise, once Eckhart is defeated, the ancestors will successfully allow Olambert to succeed to the throne and grasp Querofe's military and political power, and their next absolute goal will inevitably point to us..."

She didn't continue to say the following words, because everyone would know their results without her saying.

"Not bad! It seems that my sister has found the right person!" Niniluo still smiled on her face, as if she didn't care about the dangerous task she was about to face. She raised her head and drank the bottle of wine boldly, reached out to wipe the remaining wine stains from her mouth. She just patted Sellara's head, without saying anything, and turned around and walked towards the horse.

"Sister Niniluo! Thank you..."

Looking at Niniluo's back as she left, the thousands of words in Serra's heart formed this sentence.

"Remember! You will be mine from now on! You don't need to be polite to your brothers and sisters' help!"

Ninilu waved her hand and stepped onto the horse again. She smiled brightly at Serrara, revealing her snow-white teeth. When the reins were pulled, the horse's head turned, and a neighed, swaying and storming, galloping and disappearing at the end of the darkness of the street, just as free and easy as she came!

...

Wielev stood under the city and looked at Eckhart on the city. Relying on the bright light of the purple moon, they saw each other clearly, with their eyes facing each other, and two different surging and powerful swelling confronted and collided across the air!

Eckhart stood at the top of the city like an indefatigable iron man, his hands pressed on the hilt of the sword from beginning to end, and his eyes almost never left Wilev under the city, because only he has this qualification worthy of his attention!

When two masters with similar strengths confront each other, the winners and losses have always been between the front line. Whether it is a first move or a later move, the vigilance in the heart does not allow the slightest relaxation. The tense nerves always maintain the best physical and mental state.

Can't wait, can't wait any longer...

Such thoughts lingered in Wilev's mind for a long time. The impulse and murderous intent that could not be resisted affected his thinking and emotions at any time. The cold breath was like frost scattered around him. Every knight in black dress dared not approach half a step easily, as if he was afraid of suffering an undesirable disaster!

Sai'an stood in the camp and looked at Wilev's back from a distance. He had been keeping a motionless posture since the evening and looked at Ekhart. He began to feel a little confused about Wilev's thoughts. Since he was waiting, then wait patiently. Since he was unwilling to wait, he would start the war directly; why can't he be more decisive!

He was not Wielev, so he didn't understand Wielev's thoughts.

What Wilev is struggling with is nothing more than a gamble!

He was betting that Eckhart would not fight to the death! He was unwilling to fight to the death! He dared not fight to the death! Only in this way can he have the possibility of defeating the other party!

Their battle is just a matter of time and will break out sooner or later, so Wilev cannot ignore his concerns!

Why did he choose to confront Eckhart in a different air condition, because he needed to find the answer from the confrontation to prove that he could win, but unfortunately, he did not succeed until then!

The aura he practiced tends to be cold. Although this cold aura is powerful and domineering, it cannot avoid the existence of disadvantages.

When practicing this kind of qi, you need to maintain strict control at all times. Once you lose control, the cold breath will immediately invade the brain nerves and seriously affect a person's personality. Countless negative emotions will be ignited and exploded like gunpowder barrels!

Even Wilev has not noticed it until now that the cold breath in his body has quietly affected his emotions, and the impulses in his heart are becoming increasingly difficult to control.

The hand pressed on the hilt of the sword began to tremble slightly, which was a sign of extreme excitement and madness!

"Sai'an--"

Suddenly, Wiylev spoke, his voice was terrifyingly gloomy!
Chapter completed!