Chapter 84

Feng Yan leaned against the tree, having been busy for so many days, several people were already very tired, Chen Hao also went to rest.

Feng Yan was somewhat worried, but still slowly closed his eyes and entered dreamland.

That is the place where people finally relax; although we don't know what will happen in the dream, it is the most relaxed, and whatever thing, everything can be done.

Feng Yan slept leaning against the tree; in his dream he dreamed of the thing he least wanted to happen, he let out a loud shout and woke up, drenched in cold sweat, and only after confirming it was a dream did he relax a little.

Feng Yan recalled the oath made under the Eternal Spear; this matter he must accomplish, Feng Yan clearly understood, so he slowly stood up and gazed at the calm lake surface.

The lake surface undulated slightly, ripples spreading out in circles; it looked calm, yet hidden danger lurked, Feng Yan gradually recalled the scene from his dream, but could never recall it all.

The only thing Feng Yan clearly remembered was that they seemed to have placed a kind of potion on their bodies, something that enhances one's own strength.

Feng Yan exhaled a breath, let out a sigh, then muttered to himself: 'Perhaps I'm just too tired; I should sleep well and then prepare for tomorrow's affairs.'

With the rise of the sun the next day, the Dwarves' tribe exploded in commotion, the reason being nothing other than the return of Chen Hao and Feng Yan.

'Adventurers are back!' the children shouted in the crowd, their words brimming with uncontainable joy and excitement; they shouted early morning throughout the forest, their intention clear: they wanted everyone to know this news.

The Dwarves' children's voices spread throughout the forest, accompanied by the joy of all Dwarves, Zhang Xiaobo also arrived.

Zhang Xiaobo laughed, then patted Feng Yan's shoulder, and said: 'Finally ran into an acquaintance, right?'

Feng Yan nodded, turned his head to look at Wang You, she was still asleep, so he replied: 'Mm, this is also a kind of fate.'

Zhang Xiaobo waved his hand, then walked slowly, preparing to leave here, after all, there are things he cannot resolve.

He walked while saying: 'Actually, I have had such an experience too; to me, it feels like cultivation, or rather a trial; in any case, I no longer dislike that, but shouldn't we still look forward?'

'Forward!' Upon hearing Zhang Xiaobo's words, Feng Yan felt somewhat moved, which also triggered his own thoughts; he no longer felt that he was a sinner.

Memories gradually blurred; the person he once liked is now together with the friend who deceived him; is all this merely a test? Is it fate? Or are these merely heaven playing tricks on people? Feng Yan doesn't understand; he is utterly puzzled.

He did not continue pondering this issue; he glanced at the sleeping Wang You, smiled, looked at her sleeping face, and gave a knowing smile.

'It seems you are not so oblivious to romance after all.' Chen Hao laughed and walked toward Feng Yan.

Feng Yan felt somewhat embarrassed; he rose for a moment, looked at Chen Hao, not knowing what to say.

Chen Hao understood something; he glanced at Feng Yan again, then turned his gaze to the sleeping Wang You, sighed, his words full of sympathy: 'It seems you can no longer trust any girl who has disappeared.'

Feng Yan didn't speak, just nodded his head; the two remained silent for a long time, then Feng Yan finally spoke: "Zhang Xiaobo, go."

"Hmm." Chen Hao replied, then sat silently, saying nothing more.

Because what they face this time is the entire nation, Feng Yan's own oath.

The Eternal Spear gleamed; before Aoding, they swore beneath the spear that he would lead the dwarves to regain freedom.

How could they not feel pressured? They seemed to feel this was no longer a game; the folks here seemed like living people, some with hot blood, with their own character, all sorts of people.

Feng Yan slowly pondered; as night faded slowly, dawn slowly arrived, accompanied by the first ray of light from the east, Feng Yan finally closed his eyes.

Jin Meng watched the young adventurer before him finally fall asleep, a smile appearing on his face; he touched the money pouch at his waist, which was the wealth Feng Yan and Chen Hao had given him, and which could free their family from toil.

Jin Meng was also tired, or rather he had long been tired; he had long since grown weary of the bounty hunter's work, this life-risking job, but there was no choice—he needed to eat, and this was the highest-paying profession, despite the danger to life, matched by huge rewards.

Jin Meng understood his age was no small matter; he opened the pouch, seeing the gleaming gold inside, he understood in his heart, and at the same time made a plan.

He gazed at the sun not yet risen, speaking to the gold: "Looks like after this job I'll retire, never to work again."

Thinking of this, Jin Meng's heart filled with happiness; he imagined his child going out to greet him, shouting "Dad!", and afterward, the father would stay by the child's side.

"Right, I should take them on a trip; that place isn't home, its relatives and friends judge people by wealth, so I'll remain a traveler." Jin Meng chuckled, muttering to himself.

As Jin Meng thought, a bell rang in the distance; he knew it was the dwarves preparing to gather, since Feng Yan and Chen Hao had returned, so they would also launch the final assault.

"If so, could this cause the whole nation to disappear?" Jin Meng said, somewhat worried.

"Are you worried about this?" Feng Yan asked.

Jin Meng nodded, indicating his thought.

"If they surrender honestly, we won't have much to do, and we can finish it directly." Chen Hao also said, his face not looking good.

Jin Meng still didn't speak, just mechanically nodding; Chen Hao and Feng Yan knew his worry, yet could not guarantee anything for him.

Feng Yan said lightly, yet it reassured Jin Meng.

Feng Yan and Chen Hao gradually drifted away, and Jin Meng also set down the stone in his heart, feeling completely at ease.

The dwarves gathered; the chieftain looked at their silhouettes and couldn't help but begin to worry.

He recalled the clansmen who died on the battlefield; that scene was unforgettable for him, and also a psychological shadow for the clansmen.

"Here they come!" shouted from the crowd.

Feng Yan slowly walked up to the dwarves and loudly asked everyone a question.

Feng Yan asked: "You, why do you fight?"

The dwarves answered in unison: "We fight for the glory of our god Aoding!"

"Good, then we are one step closer to success; we are not nation-destroyers, we only fight for freedom, to seize the rights others have taken, so our children and family will no longer suffer insult!" Feng Yan shouted, raising his arms.

In the golden sycamore forest, the sun rose slowly; now the sun shone on their faces, they were steadfast and brave, regarding death as home; their former timid appearance had vanished.

Aoding still watched from afar, this time showing danger; he looked into the distance as Zhang Xiaobo departed, heading toward the next nation's location.

"Adventurer from another land, don't let me down." Aoding, gripping the Eternal Spear, said to the small-faced person.

A solemn voice came from the sky; the dwarves all felt excited, believing their god Aoding would surely bring them blessings anew.

"Then our battle is about to begin!" Chen Hao shouted.

In the prince's palace, Yang Xin and Wang Tingwan were on standby.

Yang Xin knew clearly that the king had completely lost his leadership ability; bounty hunters were gradually withdrawing from the dwarves' golden sycamore forest, and he couldn't help but worry.

Yang Xin furrowed his brows, feeling this matter was not easy to handle.

Since returning that time, Wang Tingwan had also spoken little with Feng Yan; she always wore that black garment of Feng Yan's.

Yang Xin looked at that garment; each time he saw it, he felt it was an insult to himself, yet he could not lash out, only suppressing it in his heart.

Until the soldiers inside the palace began to slowly move toward the golden sycamore forest, Yang Xin understood: the opportunity had arrived!