Miya asked.

‘Only we can ignore the suffering that happened before us?”

‘Is this a rebellion or a rebellion? I believe everyone has a vision. But what kind of arrogance makes its definition only in the hands of a few people?’

‘Who can define right and wrong, and who can deny black and white? Are everything we have abandoned in the past back to us? Do we have to repeat the mistakes of history again and again and never get out of this closed loop?’

‘Is this competition or greed?’

‘…When they want everyone to remain silent, we choose to speak out. Just because I hope we can still answer the ancient question from the past.’

‘What is justice?’

That was long-lasting silence.

But people conveyed inexplicable emotions to each other, but gradually some unexpected discoveries were found that the agency that should have spoken for this - Super Competitive Alliance, seemed to be in a strange state of loss of voice. People did not believe that the alliance would be speechless for just a few lines of questioning.

They have never cared about their feathers that much.

Something must have happened.

But when the questions were spread out, after the reply from the witch of the sea, Mia, there were some more names and IDs.

When people watched the IDs appear, they seemed to be in an incident that was both strange and familiar. And that noun should have been sunk in the memory of the community four years ago.

Covenant Hill—

...

The wind and snow gradually became very heavy.

Ji Ta raised his head and looked at the thick layer of snow on the captain's shoulder. The square leopard stood at the top of the city and silently stared at the darkness ahead - it was the border of the forest, looming under the wind and snow, darkness lingering under the pointed canopy, and many ancient legends circulated in the woodlands in the northern border.

"The sentry guards of the Crow Claw Temple have been found in the north."

"They have at least a few thousand people, enough to block the road to the north."

People were whispering, conveying the latest news.

The redeemer militia who rushed back took a breath, and the white mist dissipated in the cold wind under the night, and replied to Tianlan and Alisa in a scattered manner: "The residents of the town are not very stable. Although we exempted the temple from the heavy taxes, most people are not optimistic about us. More people are afraid that the temple will retaliate after that..."

"This is also human nature." Alisa nodded.

"What should we do?" Tianlan asked.

The redeemed militia replied: "Actually this is nothing. Two ladies, Miss Silvede, have figured out a way for us to avoid any big mess."

"What's the solution?" Tianlan asked curiously.

"Miss Silvede told us not to treat the people in the town too much, so that although they have some complaints in their hearts, at least they dare not do anything to us on the surface." Faced with the two of them, the militia answered honestly.

"Ah, can this still be done?"

"Of course, why can't it?" Alisa immediately understood the way the shipmaster was doing. "The people in the Crow Claw Temple have swords in their hands, but we are the same, not to mention that in those people, we are the followers of Nicopolas, and I'm afraid it's even more terrifying than the people in the Crow Claw Temple."

"That's right, we can't really attack the residents of the town, right?"

"Of course, but how do they know if we will?"

Tianlan's eyes were a little brighter when she heard it, and she always felt that her knowledge in a certain aspect had increased. She stood there without saying a word, and her little head probably awakened a certain talent - if possible, the poet and the believers of a certain lady would probably find some common language now.

She and the box returned from the refugee camp. They were originally going to deliver supplies, but they didn't expect so many things to happen. The boy was briefly explaining to others what happened in the daytime and everything about the "demonic sword". He didn't like to talk at all, so he simply described it:

It is roughly 'I drew out the sword', 'I killed someone', 'I ended the battle', and so on. Although it sounds dry, everyone can still think of the danger at that time, and they are very curious about the sword in the box's hand. But the box cannot tell the reason about it. After asking Deal, the little girl actually didn't know the owner of the bread workshop.

"He is just one of the sympathizers of many refugees in the town. I don't know much about his original identity. Perhaps he is a descendant of Edwin Clevo. "Faced with the expressions of everyone's inquiry, Saya shook his head and answered.

"Maybe when it dawn, we have to meet the owner of this bakery."

But it was at this moment that Fang Yu turned around and interrupted their conversation:

"The person is here."

"Who is here?" Tianlan was stunned when he heard this: "Brother Ed, you haven't told us yet, why are you doing in this cold place in the middle of the night?"

But Fang Yu did not answer her question, but turned around and looked at a direction in the darkness.

In his hands, the communication crystal was flashing with a dark red light, and a confident voice was coming from it:

"Ed, we're here."

When Saye heard the sound, he couldn't help but stand still. She turned around in surprise, with an unbelievable light in her eyes: "Hongye..."

But it's not just red leaves.

In the wind and snow there, many teams were slowly walking out of the forest. The flags in people's hands were passing through the intertwined canopy and flying in the bitter cold wind.

That will be the free callers of the entire Northland—
Chapter completed!