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He Shenyan's appearance was not noticed by many people. In fact, the soldiers could not see him at all. They only knew that Kratos was staring seriously at the Nilfgaardians on the other side of the river bank.

And the mage...of course he didn't shut up.

"I think if you dress well and shave, you should look much younger. Beards are not popular nowadays. The dwarves are all thinking about how to grow their beards. Besides, you don't seem to have done 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, please give me a response."

"Are you done yet?"

Kratos turned around with a ferocious expression, and his facial features were squeezed together, looking 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 men?"

He Shenyan shrugged.

The breeze on the city wall blew across his face, and the dark eyes were exuding a dull blue light. Wave after wave, like a meteor shower, flashed across his eyes. They were flickering and flickering, endlessly.

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

The black robes stirred, and the comfortable breeze turned into a howling wind in an instant. Even the clouds that blocked the stars and the moon were blown away. The soldiers held down their helmets, grabbed their weapons, and cursed this unknown thing.

Where did the strong wind come from?

It kept blowing and whizzing past, blowing from the heads of the people of Cintra to the other side of the river bank and into the camp of the Nilfgaardians. Their fine-blooded horses began to neigh uneasily, and some people raised their heads and looked up at the sudden

The night sky becomes brighter.

The bright moon appeared in the sky again. The moonlight descended and the stars shifted. They moved silently above the heads of the Nilfgaardians.

In a frightening way.

He Shenyan raised a hand, and a beam of moonlight came down and hit his palm. Kratos narrowed his eyes and stared at him, wondering what he wanted to do. Until He Shenyan started to speak for him.

explain.

"Nilfgaard is the most powerful human empire in the world, Lao Kui. They are located in the south of the continent, with a prosperous economy and strong military power. But these are not the point. The point is that they are keen on conquest and expansion."

The mage grinned: "People can get a glimpse of this 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 are approaching the city of Sintra."

"To deal with such a country, it is useless for you to rush over and kill their general. Because sooner or later, the Nilfgaardians will come here. If you really want them to learn to give up, then they must

In some unconventional ways.”

"what you up to?"

He Shenyan did not answer the question, he just clenched his right hand. The moonlight was held in his hand, and the cold moonlight shone between his fingers. The stars continued to move, and little by little, they arranged into a standard Nilfgaardian pattern.

word.

vort.

leave.

It is different from common language and different from any other language. The Nilfgaardian language was born out of the ancient language. It is obscure and difficult to understand and has many syllables. At this moment, in the Nilfgaardian camp, the black-armored soldiers were looking at it in shock.

He stared at the sky, unsure whether what he saw was an illusion or reality.

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

But Donnie just looked at him coldly, as if he was looking at a dead man. That cold gaze made Torres uncontrollably feel angry - this damn beast, how dare he look at me like this?

The current emperor of Nilfgaard took a step forward, raised his iron-gloved right hand high, and slapped Doni hard. Severe pain and humiliation followed, but Doni smiled instead.

He lowered his head and spit out a mouthful of blood, put his tongue on a certain back molar, felt its looseness, and asked with a smile: "Can't you maintain your manners? Ha, you shameful usurper."

"A rat will always be a rat, no matter whose crown it steals - I hope you remember that, Torres."

Donnie looked at him hard, his voice was hoarse and his lips and teeth were full of blood: "You are a mouse."

Torres narrowed his eyes, his sinister eyes slightly narrowed, making it difficult to see through his thoughts. After a while, he opened his mouth, and when he was about to say something, there was a burst of noise outside the camp.

He frowned. It was almost unbelievable that such a thing would happen in the well-disciplined Nilfgaardian army. Torres was originally a general of the empire and was known for his strict military management. After he took office, he even changed this strictness.

It's been upgraded to a new level.

Without him needing to say anything, a man wearing an officer's armor and flying wings on both sides of his helmet ran out of the camp. He looked panicked, his foggy eyes were full of fear, and he couldn't even speak clearly.

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"Your Majesty!" the man said in a panic. "Sky... sky! Sky!"

"What happened to the sky?"

Torres didn't understand why he was so panicked until he walked out of the camp and started to look up at the sky. It wasn't until that moment that he truly understood why there was so much noise outside the camp and why many soldiers were already kneeling on the ground, no matter how much the officers beat and scolded them.

And never get up.

"The great sun is above..." Torres murmured to himself. "Please give me the supreme power to break the illusion in front of me."

The sun didn't respond to him.

The stars began to arrange, combine, and move. Little by little, they turned into more heart-wrenching sentences. Torres stared at the sky with his mouth wide open. His past understanding of the world was completely destroyed at this moment, and those he knew

Warlocks cannot possibly do this.

hu.

What this sentence means is, I don’t have time for you to waste. Then, it continues to change.

vort na tuvean.

Retreat, or die.

Torres's heart gradually sank and kept sinking. In his heart, a stubborn part was screaming crazily, telling him that this couldn't be true. There is no such a powerful spell in the world, this is

The realm of gods is not a power that mortals can enter. This must be an illusion...a despicable deception.

However, his reason was also telling him that this was true.

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

Donnie's laughter came from the camp. He laughed extremely wildly, even if he couldn't see the sky outside at all: "What did you see? Torres Vallores! Tell me! What did you see?"

What did I see?

Torres did not answer, his shoulders sank, as if he had aged twenty years out of thin air.