Chapter 5, Forgetting

Old Mock stared at the two uninvited guests, whose attire and physique were markedly different, slowly lowered his cane, and a look of extreme shock gradually appeared on his face

When the first pale light of dawn slowly brightened from the horizon, Old Mock leaned on his cane, laboriously moving his frail body, extinguishing one torch after another in the fortress. Dawn is the coldest moment of the edge of the clouds. He was merely bare-chested, wearing his military leather armor, with no expression on his face, which was covered in knife-like and axe-like wrinkles.

With one leg and one arm, and a deep indentation on the left side of his waist, all that remains beneath his ribs is a piece of dry, wrinkled skin. From a distance, Old Mo Ke's body, which bears no resemblance to a human form, seems as if it could break at any moment while in motion. Yet, he has been moving in this manner for a full seven years without ever falling once. Like every veteran, he still possesses a rebellious and tenacious heart. Over the years, apart from being busy in the kitchen all day, every morning he extinguishes all the torches around the edge of the cloud, only to relight them one by one when night falls. Day in and day out, this routine has never ceased.

Its feathers are glossy black, proud and formidable

What? What are you saying?! Modalu could hardly believe his ears

Modalu's expression had darkened as if a leaden cloud had gathered. When he saw the volley of arrows in the hands of Mathis and the others, the flesh on his face twitched slightly: "Rain-Soaked Arrows?"

At the mountainside, a hundred zhang away from the fortress, two figures soared up the mountain path as if weightless. Behind them, a cloud of dust billowed, resembling a writhing dragon. The sharp, piercing sound that hurt the eardrums was the increasingly massive yellow mist rapidly approaching from a great distance behind them. In the haze, faint silhouettes could be seen among the dust and mist, with cold gleams flashing, revealing that it was a light infantry army of about one hundred men.

Modalu was taken aback, and his face quickly turned a deep shade of iron gray. Suddenly, the tip of his right arm erupted with a brilliant burst of golden military flame, which condensed and took shape like a blade, extending three feet outward, silently quivering and writhing incessantly

Kamray was slightly taken aback and nodded, saying: "My name is Kamray, and my rank is Captain, Your Highness"

Modalu nodded and said: "You have stayed in the palace for too long, so it is no wonder you are unaware. When dealing with these bastards, one must not show any compassion; one must always be prepared to whip them! Great God of Light, it is not an easy task to earn a living in the army!"

"Wait a moment," the young man surrounded by the blue-robed figures said softly

Matisse tilted his head and pondered for a moment, confused, and said: "Rebellion? Whose rebellion? Is it loyalty to the empire to stick one's head out for no reason just to be chopped off?"

Unintentionally, McDiabore, who had been standing leisurely with his hands behind his back, took a few steps diagonally and, after coming to a stop, found that there was still no obstacle between him and Kamray

A faint clashing sound gradually emerged from the hands of a new recruit. He looked down in astonishment, only to see the broad sword and the steel shield in his grasp clashing incessantly. This crisp sound quickly spread throughout the entire formation of recruits, and every pair of hands seemed to be enchanted, trembling uncontrollably.

Prolidis did not respond to his words immediately; instead, he breathed heavily for a moment before saying: "I apologize, my health is not very good, and I feel somewhat tired... I can candidly tell you all that the current situation has been caused by high-ranking military officials, the Council of Elders, and my father—Eitmond Kaiser"

In contrast to the soldiers, the few individuals in blue robes at the front of the square formation appeared much more composed. They were tall, their lowered hoods obscuring their faces, standing indifferently at the forefront of the formation. The palms of their hands, concealed within the wide sleeves of their robes, faintly glimmered with a radiant light, constantly shifting and flowing.

Old Mock's eyes were fixed intently on it, and his body involuntarily trembled. The radiant and solemn badge before him was indeed the military emblem of Moria.

Kamray felt a warmth in his eyes, yet he let out a heavy grunt, "You are my son, of course I will not abandon you! It is already very late, stop your wild thoughts and go to sleep immediately!"

"Your Highness, what is the purpose of your visit this time?" Kamreisi pondered as he asked

Is this really our comrade? Senior? The majority of soldiers outside the door thought this way. During their days in the recruit camp, every young heart was not only filled with passionate ambition but also with an uncontainable pride. In their imagination, a true soldier should possess not only great strength and fearless courage but also a commanding presence. Yet the person before them at this moment resembled an old beggar, and the most desolate and downtrodden kind at that. In their imagination, a true soldier should possess not only great strength and fearless courage but also a commanding presence. Yet the person before them at this moment resembled an old beggar, and the most desolate and downtrodden kind at that.

"What’s wrong? Can’t you sleep?" The breath coming from the other end was rapid and disordered, causing Kamei to feel a sense of unease

Prolidis met his gaze and smiled faintly: "Because it is highly likely that Moria will go to war with the Empire. And I, a prince who has taken this opportunity to step from the palace onto the battlefield, am the only one who has not given up on you."

Back then, I was truly fortunate, hehe, thanks to the God of Light!" A man with a bow said with a bitter smile, "Besides me, there are many others here who have snatched back a life from the swamp. Are you satisfied?

Modalu's entire skeleton crackled with a sharp sound, and a sinister expression was evident on his dark face: "Who are you? Do you think that reaching the fifth level of Flame Qi allows you to act with impunity?" He raised his arm, ominously pointing at Kamrei and Old Moke: "According to the Moriyah military regulations, anyone who insults or assaults an officer shall be whipped eighty times and relegated to slavery for life. Anyone attempting to harm an officer shall be killed on the spot"

Saka scooped some water from the wooden trough outside the house, washed up carefully, then gently pushed the door open, undressed, and went to bed.

"Damn it!" Matisse turned the arrow towards the major general and growled menacingly, "Boss! Don't hesitate any longer! These guys definitely have ill intentions!"

"You are the highest commander of this fortress, aren't you?" Even as the sun rises, the temperature gradually warms, yet the young man still wraps himself tightly in his fur coat, seemingly very afraid of the cold. He pays no attention to the tense border soldiers around him, but directly approaches Kamray, wearing a gentle smile on his face

The eagle will lead the electric snake and thunder, cutting through the darkness in the direction.

A loud yet trembling low roar erupted from the ranks of the new recruits, accompanied by the clashing sounds of broad swords being drawn. Faced with the god-like, imposing, and stern figure of Kamray, their arrogance and disdain vanished in an instant. As they gazed at the terrifyingly long sabre, their courage quietly dissipated without a trace.

Damn it! I have been dreaming about when I could kill again; even if I die, I would be content. I never expected that such a day would actually come!" A wild-looking one-armed man walked out of the fortress, holding a saber upside down, his eyes reddened with excitement

The Horse-Slaying Saber? Modalu was taken aback. The power of this terrifying weapon has far exceeded that of a mere blade. In addition to its astonishing length, which provides a significant advantage in combat, the black iron, three times heavier than the same volume of high-quality steel, combines an indomitable sharpness with remarkable toughness. Not long ago, the major general's fiery energy broke through its bottleneck, fortuitously advancing to the seventh tier. For him now, there are very few weapons that cannot be severed by hand, but the Horse-Slaying Saber is indeed one of them. Not long ago, the major general's fiery energy broke through its bottleneck, fortuitously advancing to the seventh tier. For him now, there are very few weapons that cannot be severed by hand, but the Horse-Slaying Saber is indeed one of them

Under the gaze of the gods

the brilliance of its soul

The two individuals arrived extremely quickly, and in a moment, they had swept to the entrance of the fortress. After taking a glance at the solitary figure of the old Mok, one of them, a burly man clad in full steel armor with a crimson cloak billowing behind him, shouted sternly.

Kamerai felt a sharp pain in his heart. Although he had long since given up any hope in the military, he still did not expect that the wizarding forces had returned to the Qilizha Mountain area, and so close to Bianyun! Could it be that, in the eyes of those high-ranking officials, even a little bit of a wizard's power is truly more important than the lives of some soldiers?

All the names of the horses in Bianyunli are the masterpieces of Sajia and are accepted by the soldiers. Among them, the most famous is the steed of Kamulei. This adult stallion is strong and vigorous, with a temperament as fierce as a tiger, yet due to a crescent-shaped white mark on its forehead, Sajia gave it a bashful name—Little Moon. Strangely enough, ever since it first heard Sajia call it by this name, Little Moon has ignored its owner's previous appellations. Every time Kamulei walks his horse at the foot of the mountain and sees the peculiar expression on Matis's face, which is struggling to suppress a smile, he feels deeply embarrassed.

Modalu's face suddenly turned pale, and he did not dare to meet his gaze, lowering his head in silence.

The candlelight in the room still flickers. A dim glow seeps through the partially closed door, silently spilling onto the outside ground, exuding a hint of warm comfort

The general who transferred the magical troops back then has long since sent the mages back to these provinces. Just less than ten miles across the swamp, there is a military station where approximately two thousand imperial soldiers are stationed, including a small number of mages. Along the border between Morlia and the Empire, there are now over one hundred such military stations. "Prolidis raised his voice, surveying the bewildered border soldiers around him, 'Can anyone tell me why you have not received reinforcements? Along the border between Morlia and the Empire, there are now over one hundred such military stations.' Prolidis raised his voice again, looking at the stunned border soldiers, 'Can anyone tell me why you have not received reinforcements? Why? Does no one know? Then let me tell you, brave soldiers, because the Ghost Domain is insurmountable, you have long been deliberately and easily forgotten by those big shots, just like this lonely fortress!"

"Of course I wouldn't mind, you are the warriors of Moria, you are heroes!" Prolidis elegantly waved his hand and said with a hint of disdain, "If it were me, after being forgotten by the Empire for a long time, facing a suddenly appearing, self-proclaimed commander, I would spit in his face!"

Kamei furrowed his brow, feeling somewhat puzzled by the sudden question he had posed: "Why would you ask this? If it were possible, I would certainly stay by your side always"

As Old Mock approached the fortress gate, preparing to extinguish the last two torches, a barely perceptible strange sound suddenly reached his ears. The sound came so swiftly and violently that in an instant it transformed into a piercing, high-pitched, and eerily inexplicable wail

Old Mock grinned, revealing a set of black and yellow teeth, and said word by word: "If you want to hear it, I am willing to repeat it. I said, I want to fuck your mother"

Old Mo Ke lowered his head, his teeth chattering with a "clack-clack" sound, his palms already pierced by his own nails, oozing warm liquid. The bloodied face of the squad leader from years ago still vividly appeared before his eyes. Equally unforgettable was the little girl next to him, crying loudly, no more than ten years old, and the pool of crimson beneath her.

"You are quite courageous, but unfortunately, you have chosen the wrong target to offend." Modalu sneered, his massive body resembling a small mountain slightly sinking, as he furiously rose, the fiery aura on his arm shining brilliantly, and he swung down towards the audacious disabled veteran!

Modalu listened to the howl-like roar and first nodded in satisfaction, then asked in confusion: "Soldier, what did you say before that?"

"Not bad, sir, the saber." Kamrei saluted, yet there was little respect in his demeanor

Modalu let out a cold snort: "Lord Medibul, although your status is noble, it is not yet time for you to intervene in military matters. Before us stands a soldier, not a magician"

The room was enveloped in a prolonged silence, and amidst the tranquility, a low, deep melody gradually emerged, flowing richly yet gently around Saqa, wrapping him softly.

However, I can't sleep at all!" Sajia murmured softly, not very afraid of his father's scolding

As soon as he finished speaking, more than a dozen strong and indifferent men emerged from the woods outside the fortress, surrounding the new recruits in the empty courtyard. The morning sun had already illuminated the earth, while in their hands, the eerie black glimmering from the rows of arrowheads was evident

The eerie "buzzing" low growl suddenly pierced the air, a faintly dark yellowish crimson light flashed swiftly, twisting through the air like a snake, and viciously slashed across Modalu's waist

Old Moke suddenly discarded his cane, standing upright on one leg, and with his one arm struck heavily against his chest: "Private Moke of the 7th Squad, 5th Division, 13th Legion of Mhetushucomcom reports to you!"

Sagar felt the strong heartbeat emanating from his father and obediently responded.

Tirelessly guarding the borders of Moria

Under the shroud of night, the border clouds are tranquil and silent. On every such night, as long as his father does not go out on patrol, Sajia always falls asleep quickly. However, today, he feels no trace of drowsiness. As soon as he closes his eyes, the words spoken by Wika in his dreams echo in his ears for a long time: "Remember my words, your father cannot protect you for a lifetime..."

It seemed that the young man sensed the gaze of the veteran; he looked up and revealed a peculiar smile.

It was as if a thunderbolt had streaked across the sky, rumbling incessantly. The men of the border looked at each other in astonishment, and the new recruits in the formation stirred restlessly, almost everyone unable to believe what they had just heard—a prince, accusing his father, the supreme Emperor of Moria!

Please report your name and military rank

Modalu's expression changed slightly as he secretly glanced at the pale and frail young man. He turned to Old Moke and shouted angrily: "Soldier! I am now commanding you in my capacity as Major General of the 7th Field Army Corps of Moria. Answer my questions immediately!"

In the year 725 of the Light Calendar, death row inmates became the only source of military supply for Bianyun. At this time, there were no magical means of transportation, so local officers devised another peculiar method of transport. The process was quite simple: the inmates were driven into the marsh under the threat of arrows, and those who dared to look back were shot dead. Only those who could cross the marsh and reach Bianyun would survive. "Prolidis forced a smile and sighed, saying, 'I have always wanted to know if there are any among these death row inmates who can actually make it here alive.'"

In the sky

"Yes." Kamray replied simply, slowly lowering the sword in his hand. He was not afraid of bloodshed; he was merely hesitating over the choices that killing would bring.

Dada ... ...

Since the time he could remember, whenever Sajia had trouble falling asleep, Kamule would hum the Moriyah military song to lull him to sleep. Kamule did not sing any lullabies, and at this moment, just like before, Sajia was peacefully asleep.

Bare-chested, revealing a body of intricately sculpted muscles, Kamrei stood in front of Old Moke, coldly gazing at the major general he had just felled. The six-foot-long sabre was thrust into the ground beside him, its blade still quivering slightly

"This is exactly what I wanted to say, Captain of the Squad." Prolidis's somewhat breathless voice was not loud, but at this moment, it sounded like thunder in the ears of the people of Bianyun. "Soldiers, long ago, I already knew of a place called Bianyun. It is the forward fortress of Moriyah and also the most difficult area to survive in, a realm of ghosts. In the year 723 of the Light Era, which is to say, ten years ago, no military supplies have been delivered to Bianyun. The reason is due to the war in the north; the military withdrew all the magical forces from several nearby provinces, and military supplies could only rely on their 'Wind Control' to pass through the vast marshes below the mountains. Therefore, no one is willing to guard this place anymore. The oldest among you should be soldiers transferred from other posts. Those who were transferred here often either offended the commander or committed serious military offenses."

Old Mock's gaze slowly shifted away from the man in the white robe, gliding over Modalu's epaulettes, and coming to rest among the ranks of soldiers

At the forefront of the square, surrounded by several blue-robed individuals, stood a young man with a slightly hunched back. His features were pale and exquisite, and his hair shone like gold. Perhaps due to his entire slender body being enveloped in a black fur coat, his gaunt face appeared as white as paper, devoid of any color, resembling a long-suffering patient lingering on a sickbed. However, on the face of such an outwardly frail person, there were a pair of deep, azure, and piercingly clear eyes. When you gaze directly into them, it becomes impossible to discern whether they harbor compassion or a consuming hunger.

Seeing his son in silence, Kamray knew that no matter how many questions he asked, he would only receive silence in return. With a hint of helplessness, he said: "Go to sleep! Don't play with books so late anymore. You are already a big kid now; you need to learn not to make others worry."

The wind outside is strong and cold, yet the bed is warm as if a stove has been lit. Saka untied the knot and leaned his body closer to his father: "I went to play with Hong for a while, and after feeding it, I came back."

Matisse's expression froze, and Old Mock along with all the soldiers of the border cloud looked in astonishment at the sickly Second Prince. Suddenly, a burst of wild laughter erupted. Modalu's face turned pale and flushed amidst the laughter, and the extreme embarrassment and humiliation caused him to tremble violently.

The eyelids of Ma Dibu slightly closed, and it seemed as if a light had flashed through his eyes. After a long while, he forced a smile that did not reach his eyes and said, "You are right; it was my overstepping."

Boldly! Kneel down!" Modalu was almost consumed by rage

Prolidis turned around, a faint smile on her face, and looked at Modalu, saying: "General, I am speaking with the squadron leader, could you please refrain from interrupting?"

It soars over mountains and glides across the sea

I am Prolidis Kesa, the second prince of Moria. The young man coughed lightly a few times, a sickly flush rising to his face, and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you. Bianyun is a tranquil place"

When the feathers are consumed by flames, death finally arrives

Kamelei's gaze suddenly turned as cold as ice: "So you have known about these matters all along!" A sharp killing intent instantly spread, and the flames in the hands of Bian Yun and others ignited one after another, the only thing left to wait for was the moment the saber would swing!

"You want to rebel!" Modalu shouted sternly

Saka blinked in the darkness and softly asked, "Father, we will be together forever, won't we?"

Modalu, in a fit of rage, suddenly had two dazzling golden flames swell up on his arms. This time, the entire length of the major's arm was completely enveloped, with the only visible aspect being this brilliant and pure golden hue. "Even if they are true archers skilled in the art of rain arrows, today I will ensure that not a single one of you rebels remains alive..."

When these young and proud soldiers saw an old Moke, they felt disdain and ridicule. However, when dozens of mutilated bodies appeared before them, the only thing that existed in their consciousness was an instinctive fear. This profound fear, which penetrated to the marrow and seeped into the soul, occupying the entirety of their conscious sea, did not stem from the weapons in the hands of the border men, but rather from their gaze

Modalu Wei stood upright and respectfully retreated. Meanwhile, Kamreton halted the blade that was gradually rising in his hand

With every flap of the wings

After a strange sound, dozens of men emerged one after another from the crude buildings scattered throughout the fortress. They were all injured and disfigured, with fierce expressions, each holding a bow and arrow or a sabre in their hands. The last few individuals were even seen carrying strong bows on their backs, with arrow bundles clenched in their mouths, crawling out bit by bit while supporting themselves with their arms on the ground

In the exchange between the two individuals, the army behind them had already caught up. With the gestures of several blue-robed figures at the edge, the entire troop slowly descended from the air, stirring up a cloud of faint swirling dust. From the very beginning, they had been advancing in this manner, and the rugged and steep mountains could no longer pose any obstacle.

Where have you been? Why do you always like to go out at night?" Just as I had just burrowed into the blankets, I heard Kamray asking from the other side of the bed

will forever exist in the world, shining brilliantly

The rookies of that year now venture out to gamble with their lives from time to time. All that the injured veterans can do is to strive to accomplish some tasks within their capabilities, in order to slightly alleviate the burden for those young individuals who may become cold and stiff at any moment, or even vanish without a trace. This has become the only thought in the hearts of the veterans

Oh..." Sajia thought for a moment and still said uneasily, "No matter what happens, please do not leave me behind, alright?"

"Why are you telling us this?" Matisse said coldly

Kameray cast a cold glance at Matisse and turned to the Second Prince, saying, "My subordinates are all rough men; I hope you do not take offense."

In motion, a man with his right leg severed at the thigh suddenly lost his balance and stumbled forward, his crutch flying from his hand. This rather awkward scene did not evoke laughter from the new recruits. On the contrary, they trembled even more violently, like a group of quails huddled together in the cold wind. The man's cheek had already been cut by the arrowhead tightly gripped in his other hand, blood spilling onto the ground. He struggled on the ground, trying to rise, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the new recruit formation ahead, a silent, sinister smile at the corner of his lips. The man's cheek had already been cut by the arrowhead tightly gripped in his other hand, blood spilling onto the ground. He struggled on the ground, trying to rise, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the new recruit formation ahead, a silent, sinister smile at the corner of his lips. All the soldiers of the border cloud slowly approaching the gate had the same gaze as his—cold and cruel. It was not until this moment that the new recruits trembled in realization that they were facing a group of bloodthirsty wolves, despite their physical disabilities.

Are you deaf? Has no one ever told you that disrespecting an officer is punishable? The burly man who had asked the question was now roaring. His physique was already extremely robust, and the dark, slightly gleaming heavy armor made him appear even taller and more formidable. On the right shoulder of the armor, there was a protruding metal insignia that matched the pattern on the mage's chest. Slightly different, however, was a shining silver star that appeared above his badge.

Today is indeed lively! Let me think, with such a large crowd, it should be enough for us to eat for a month!" Matisse's sinister voice echoed from the rear of the new recruits' formation

The earth will stir up sand and stones, and the grass and trees will sway.

Soaring eagles of Moria

"Sir, you do not have the right to execute us," Kamrei said, drawing his sword and meeting Modalu's murderous gaze. He continued calmly, "No one has the authority to execute the soldiers here. If you wish to attempt it, we are willing to accompany you."

Matisse sneered: "Sir, although I do not understand what you are saying, there is one thing I am quite certain of. With just one volley, you and the fools you brought with you will not have more than twenty survivors."

The team quickly formed a square formation in a small open space outside the edge of the clouds. Through the large gate, the gazes of these young, fair-skinned soldiers, equipped with brand new weapons and light armor, were filled not only with surprise but also with a hint of disdain and contempt. Less than three yards in front of them stood a solitary old soldier. He was incomplete, dirty, with a disheveled beard covering his face, appearing aged and weary. His emaciated body was clad in a tattered old leather armor, the black grime on it nearly an inch thick. He was incomplete, dirty, with a disheveled beard covering his face, appearing aged and weary. His emaciated body was clad in a tattered old leather armor, the black grime on it nearly an inch thick.

Modalu was caught off guard and hurriedly turned his arm, bringing the front edge of the air blade to meet the incoming object that had already slashed close. A muffled clang resonated, and the object fell at an angle, causing him to lose his balance and tumble sideways. As soon as his feet touched the ground, Modalu suddenly raised his head, slightly bending his upper body, and coldly glared ahead with a grim expression.

When dark clouds shroud the horizon

"Enemy attack!" Old Mock shouted hoarsely, instinctively raising his cane to block the entrance of the fortress. In the bleak, cold wind, he maintained his balance on one leg, adopting a standard infantry defensive posture. The physical deformity made Old Mock's movements appear somewhat comical. However, in his narrow, gray-brown eyes, there flickered a cold light more ferocious than that of a beast

"Modalu, speaking so fiercely, even a demigod would be frightened to death by you." The white-robed mage extended his slender right hand, adorned with three magic crystal rings, from his robe's sleeve, and with a light wave, the two of them gently landed on the ground from their suspended position. "I believe that after such a long time, the soldiers here may have forgotten how to reflect the authority of their commander!"

On the left side stands a middle-aged man, dry and emaciated like a skeleton. He has a long and narrow horse-like face, a large nose, and his two narrow eyes, which seem to close occasionally, turn with a cold, piercing light like lightning. He is draped in a pure white robe as snow, which hangs loosely on his tall, thin frame. On the right side of the white robe, there is a golden thread embroidered emblem of crossed swords and a shield.

"Major General?" he exclaimed! Old Mo Ke took another careful look at the straight and upright line of soldiers and finally understood that he was not seeing things. He muttered softly to himself.

"Red? Is that another name you gave to the beast?" Kamray extinguished the candle and let out a barely noticeable sigh