Witch, Fireball and Steam Evil God

Chapter 234 Let the World Continue

MacAdellen wants Ethan and Winter to stay, but he has no position to keep them.

After all, they were just casual acquaintances, fishing enthusiasts who met by chance in the woods, and they both happened to be elemental shapers. He guessed that this was a coincidence arranged by fate, just like a destined encounter in those mythological stories.

However, he and his teacher had different opinions on the issue of manuscripts.

This is by no means a favor, but rather a huge burden on the angler.

MacAdlin personally saw the two men off from the camp. He stood in the woods and watched their backs disappear at the end of the forest.

Maybe he should go fishing.

This was his interest, and perhaps it was fate's way of arranging their meeting. He had a strong premonition that something good would always happen to him.

He was a man of great mobility. Even the fishing rod confiscated by the teacher could not stop him. While the teacher was talking to the observers, he quietly left the camp, leaving only one word for the elemental shapers and hunters patrolling outside the camp.

——"If the teacher asks, just say I went to investigate the enemy."

This reason is obviously untenable.

Because he has always used the magic network to observe the world, the entire network of observers was established by him, and all the members in it were selected by him personally. They are all outstanding people who are born with extremely strong perception abilities. Their spells are usually related to the lightning element, which is the most alert and sensitive element in nature.

McCarty-Dellin is back in familiar territory.

There is still an igloo there that has not melted,

There were traces of a campfire on the lakeside, and under the guidance of fate, Maca once again saw a familiar figure.

"Miss Winter?"

He almost blurted it out.

The woman by the lake has the same face as Winter, but the feeling she gives is completely different.

More importantly, he personally watched the two of them leave. They were heading in the opposite direction of the lake. Ethan was nowhere to be found at this time. "Winter" at the lakeside was sitting quietly on a chair with a crane beside him, staring at the lake in a trance.

Maca felt that this fishing rod was just a decoration. There were too many fish gathered in front of "Winter". They huddled together, with their heads raised out of the water, looking hungry for food.

The surface of the lake splashed with water from time to time, and the water droplets turned into white fruits as they fell, which were swallowed by the fishes in a rush.

This was also some kind of elemental magic he had never seen before.

Maika's call caught Winter's attention, but she didn't seem very interested. Her eyes only stayed on him for less than a second before moving away.

Winter appears to be in deep thought.

Macka reached the shore and brought over the rocks he had used for fishing yesterday, "Where's Mr. Ethan?"

"do not know."

Winter shook his head.

This calm tone made Maika guess, "You are Miss Winter, right?"

The difference in temperament between the two is too great. Although both give a cold impression, the winter he sees has some potential to become a witch. Hidden under that extremely deceptive appearance is a heart that likes to play pranks and have fun.

However, this "Winter" seemed to have eliminated all distracting thoughts from her mind.

This feeling made Maika feel familiar. It made him see the Lord Knight and those beings who were so serious that they didn't seem like human beings.

They killed "humanity" with their own hands. In the words of the Lord Knight, this would reduce their concerns and prevent them from being swayed by emotions and making wrong judgments. Some rumors have spread among his followers that they are serving a god, a being no less than an evil god.

The right god.

Maca had just heard about the new name that his followers had given to the Lord Knight a few days ago. He was the same existence as the evil god, and was divided into "righteousness" and evil. He also knew that if the Lord Knight heard these discussions, he would definitely frown and rebuke them for deifying him.

He is not a god, just a knight.

Their old friends always say this.

"I'm."

Winter gave him an answer that he did not expect.

Macka originally thought that he had met Lin Dong's sisters, or even her aunt. After all, he had met many people who looked almost exactly like her along the way.

But she regards herself as winter.

This disrupted the rhythm of Maca's conversation. After hesitating for a while, he asked, "Are you here to fish?"

He regretted it the moment he asked.

This question is as stupid as walking into the camp kitchen, seeing the chef frying steak, and asking him, "Master, what do you do?"

"I'm meditating."

"meditation?"

“Remembering the past.”

Winter stared at the lake, her delicate and beautiful face was reflected in the water.

The ceremony for the three candidates as successors of the old gods was also the first time she faced the old gods directly.

This was a huge turning point in her life. When she revisited the old place, she naturally took some time to reminisce. At the same time, she couldn't help but envy "Winter". It was simply a flower living in a honey pot. It had not experienced the destruction of the empire, nor witnessed the disintegration of the Western Continent. Even when it arrived in the territory of the old gods, it was not a competitor fighting each other, but a distinguished guest.

Not to mention...

Ethan is by her side, and they sleep together in the tree house at night.

Tsk.

Thinking of this, Lin Dong couldn't help but click his tongue.

She also met MacAdrean here and tried every means to "cheat" him into giving her the manuscript about the magic network.

However, her attitude towards the magic network is different from Ethan's. If the real MacAdrean knew what happened in the academy later and what she did with the knowledge in the manuscript, she would definitely regret it.

Then, a hint of pity appeared in Winter's eyes.

"Ethan will be worthy of your trust."

"I know."

MacAdlin also thought so, but he was still a little confused. He didn't understand why Winter suddenly said this. Another thing he didn't understand was the relationship between Winter and the fish school. These crowded fish schools were making a lot of noise in front of Winter, and he didn't know whether these fish had been caught by Winter.

If that counts, then wouldn't it be the same for him to fish from this lake as if he were fishing directly from someone else's bucket?
Telling it to others would only make other fishing enthusiasts laugh at him, and he would never be able to hold his head up in the fishing world again.

Maca asked tentatively, "Ms. Winter, did something happen between you and Mr. Ethan?"

If their relationship was ever going through hard times, he thought he might be able to help them find a way out.

He looked much older than both of them and had a lot of experience and knowledge.

"No."

Winter shook his head.

She suddenly turned around and smiled.

Her smile made Maika's hair stand on end. An unprecedented chill swept over him. He sensed the changes in the elemental elves and the rapid gathering of ice elements.

That was a type of ice element he had never seen before, and what made him uneasy was that Winter did not cast any spells.

Just one thought of hers was enough to bring about a snowstorm.

MacAdrin came to a conclusion that made him instinctively ready for a fight, "You are not Winter!"

Maybe this was some kind of advanced deception, but he still didn't know the other party's intention of disguising himself as Winter.

"Then you're not MacAdrean either."

Winter had no intention of fighting him. She left some words that made Macadlin confused. "The puppet show is about to end. This is your last chance."

When he wanted to ask further questions, he found that Winter had disappeared.

The fish in the lake dispersed in disappointment, and MacAdrean's heart was beating violently.

He suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist. He didn't know where the cut had been made. He didn't feel the pain until Winter had been gone for a long time.

Perhaps it was the ice flakes that were blown by the cold wind that cut him.

But at that moment, time stood still, his thoughts paused briefly, and he had no idea what had happened in those blank seconds.

But Maika saw the physical changes.

Black blood flowed from the wound.

He stared at the wound on his wrist for a long time. For some reason, the more he looked at it, the weirder it seemed.

Human blood is black, and when they die, their remains become like broken puppets. He has experienced countless wars and witnessed the deaths of too many comrades, and has long been accustomed to blood and wounds.

But at the same time, another argument emerged in his mind.

Human blood is red.

Black represents the creation of the evil god.

A sharp question arises.

——Maccadrin, are you really a human?

……

At the same time, Ethan on the other side returned with a full load. Not long after he left the camp, he received a summons from the war lord.

The subhumans were well-informed and had already learned about their encounter with Macadelin at the lakeside camp, and their heroic feat of leaving safely after a tour of the elemental shaper camp. This made them see the dawn of victory once again.

It was Ethan's turn to stand at the forefront of this emergency combat meeting.

"The Lord Knight is leading his knights to the Western Front. Once this communication line is cut off, the four main legions will be isolated and helpless."

Ethan pointed skillfully at the battle map on the table and ran his index finger across the red arrow.

But in fact, what he just said was nonsense literature. He just translated the news that everyone knew into his own words.

"It doesn't matter. As long as Kane gets the Spear of War and launches an attack, everything will be fine."

"Lord,"

"Kane, he..."

"I don't know where Kane has gone. No one can contact him now."

Having learned from the previous experience, the subhuman leaders spoke very cautiously this time, fearing that if they said something wrong, they would suffer the same fate as the previous commander-in-chief.

The army's morale has been low recently. Not only did they lose their defense line, but even the commander-in-chief who had made great military achievements was executed by the war lord.

The soldiers under their command had lost all desire to fight, and many of them were secretly hoping that the war would end soon.

There were even remarks that shook the military's morale.

He said that the human coalition would not kill prisoners, and as long as they surrendered quickly enough, death would not catch up with them.

Ethan noticed the increasingly hostile look on the War Lord's face. In order to prevent a rampage, he took the initiative to step forward and interrupt the spellcasting. "I can contact him."

He saw the War Lord's hand trembling slightly as it reached for his helmet, but stopped because of his words.

"Ethan, I hope you can bring some more good news." Although the situation was a bit complicated to explain, he seemed to have become the most trusted person of both the leader of the human coalition and the leader of the evil god coalition.

When he returned, the War Lord looked much more relaxed.

The Asians obviously saw this, and as soon as the meeting was over, they surrounded him impatiently and dragged Ethan to the next meeting room.

This is a matter of life and death, and they hope someone can give them some advice.

Ethan is that beacon of light.

They had originally followed the footsteps of the War Lord unswervingly, but now the battle situations on all fronts showed that there was something wrong with the battle route formulated by the War Lord, especially the division into four legions. The strategy of wiping out all the rebels within a few months as boldly stated before the war was launched was completely shattered, and each legion was isolated and helpless, and could only be defeated one by one.

Especially when the War Lord executed the Commander-in-Chief in front of everyone, all the subhuman officers completely lost confidence in him.

After all, the War Lord is only an apostle of Caesaros and cannot fully represent the Father of War himself.

The demihumans believed that if the war was led by the Father of War himself, they would not have fallen into such a passive situation.

Perhaps the Warlord was old and dim, the fact is that no one knows how long he has lived.

Judging from the results of the last two meetings, Ethan and Kane are obviously the ones who can truly bring them hope.

"Ethan, there's no one else here, what do you think of this war?"

"This war will be over soon."

Hearing this, the conference room suddenly fell silent.

Despite the recent rumors, this sentence is undoubtedly much more lethal when it comes from Ethan's mouth.

"So, will we win?"

A demihuman asked somewhat uneasily.

“From a long-term perspective, yes.”

Ethan felt that ending this meaningless war was a victory in itself. In the coming time, the world's culture, economy, and technology would usher in vigorous development. As the indigenous inhabitants of this world, the demihumans would naturally enjoy the convenience brought about by material development. What's more, this war had nothing to do with civilized territory. The concept of a country had not yet appeared before the First Era. These two groups of people had been fighting for nearly a hundred years purely because of their different beliefs.

The only losers in this war were the Old Gods, who were isolated from this world.

But this has a different meaning to the Asians.

They thought that it must be Kane who brought back the Spear of War and changed the course of the war.

And, he will be back soon.

The officers' morale was revived by Ethan's encouragement. "Ethan, what do you think we should do now?"

"Pay attention to personal hygiene."

Obviously, the wind element was also holding its nose and didn't like this stinky atmosphere. Winter even asked for leave directly on the grounds of stomachache.

A reform is imminent.

First of all, it is necessary to stipulate that everyone should take a bath twice a day, once after exercise and once before going to bed.

Also, you have to brush your teeth frequently. Those who have large vegetable leaves or minced meat on their front teeth when talking will be severely punished and made to brush their teeth thirty times.

In addition, there has been no war recently, so in their spare time they can use their racial strengths to study some knowledge about handicrafts, agriculture, and manufacturing.

These words made the demihumans look at each other in bewilderment.

It doesn't sound difficult, at least it's much simpler than fighting, and there's no danger involved.

But the biggest problem lies here, it has nothing to do with war!
If the old and blurry-eyed war lord saw them not doing their jobs and working the fields, he would skin them alive.

"Ethan, are you sure?"

"This tactical concept is called preparation for war."

Ethan spread advanced strategic ideas to these prehistoric subhumans, "Since the war will eventually end, you will be the first to prepare for the post-war world."

As the saying goes, victory and defeat are common in the military. The key lies in how to look at failure in the right perspective.

It's like you're eliminated in the first round of a competition, but if you change your perspective, you can become the first leader to prepare for the next season.

"I see. We should prepare for war!"

The demihuman officers suddenly realized.

On this day, the demoralized demihuman army once again became passionate.

Under the guidance of advanced combat readiness thinking, every soldier discovered his own uniqueness.

Although they were defeated on the front battlefield, and recently retreated in disgrace without even seeing the enemy, they would never lose to anyone in the fields of breeding, farming, tailoring, etc.

Do those elemental shapers know how to farm?
No way?
What a bunch of nerds!

"What did you tell them?"

Winter witnessed the transformation of the demihumans and couldn't help but ask Ethan soul-searching questions.

She has found a pattern recently. Whenever there is a change, she first has to investigate whether it is Ethan's "good deed".

She saw this lively scene in the afternoon.

Some were farming, some were sewing clothes, and some were raising a litter of pigs.

For those who don’t know, it also means that this is the land of farm fun.

The only thing that made her satisfied was that the air quality had improved greatly. At least she no longer smelled the strong odor of sweat as soon as she went out.

"Actually, I've been thinking about one thing since yesterday."

Ethan leaned on the railing and had a bird's eye view of the busy scene on the playground from the second floor of the strategic command center. He also saw the subhumans building fences and carrying out infrastructure construction for the first time since they came to this land for so long.

"Teacher, what do you think will happen to this world after we win the Trial of Courage and leave here?"

"...Maybe it was overthrown and started over again?"

"What about these people?"

“It should be destroyed.”

Winter looked down at the demihumans who were talking and laughing. Their expressions were a little too rich for a puppet. However, during her communication with Macadlin, she realized that they seemed to have the ability to think independently.

You will worry about your situation and feel confused about the future.

Until the moment this world is destroyed and restarted, they probably won't know that this is just a game that Caesaros manipulated to relieve his loneliness.

"But this time, whether Kane succeeds or not, the 'game' is over."

Ethan said.

Will this world be completely destroyed, or...

Continue on their way.

Therefore, he believed that it was not appropriate to call these people illusions. Every person they met along the way was real and was some kind of life created by Caesaros.

Their minds will not cease with the disappearance of Caesaros unless they are physically destroyed.

So, he told the demi-humans what happened after the war.

If this world is to continue, each of them will become the creator of history, creating a completely different history in their own way in this unfamiliar world. Perhaps, one day they will all realize their own identity.

This time, Winter looked more carefully.

She had never thought about these things, nor had she ever cared about anyone in this world.

This is Caesaros's game, and everyone they meet is a prop used to keep the game going, so she describes these people as illusions, just material used to add visual effect.

Therefore, she would not feel any guilt for breaking the illusion.

Because life here is meant to welcome death from the moment it is born.

And that’s what Ethan would do.

He actually selected tailors and farmers from a group of illusions.

but……

This was probably why she liked to be with Ethan.

She could always see the world developing in a direction unknown to her, even for those civilizations that were destined to "die".

Ethan and the fake Kadra had different views on the future of the empire.

As Ethan said, after they leave this time, the world will never restart again.

She also saw the afterglow of the sunset, adding a bit of warmth to this season.

I don’t know how long it took, but at the end of the light, a familiar figure returned here.

His face was stained black with what looked like some unknown runes.

With every step that figure took towards them, fate came closer to them.

Kane is back.

But he looked like a different person.

With complex and strong emotions flowing in his eyes, Ethan was waiting for the return of his old friend. At this moment, even he could not say whether Kane had succeeded.

Kane was carrying a broken spear on his back, and seemed to have just fought a great battle between heaven and man.

He even saw a hint of regret in the other person's eyes.

Caesaros, or Kane.

It won't be long before he has the answer.

Ethan waited for Kane to come in, the heavy footsteps getting closer and closer until they stopped behind him.

Fate was beckoning him.

"Old Sen."

As the sun set, Kane took a deep breath.

At this moment, Ethan saw the darkness on his face.

It didn't seem to be the rune of the old gods, it was simply stained black by dirt.

Kane was overwhelmed with grief, and the moment he saw Ethan, he couldn't help but express his inner depression.

It was a cry of despair.