King Ember's Journey to Tevat

Chapter 667 Soothing the Soul
"You've also heard that rumor..."

"That's right..."

"Lord Red King..."

"It is precisely because of this rumor..."

……

Rahman and Sameer in the distance suddenly turned into the Riddler, which made the eavesdropping Ember feel the long-lost discomfort, so he decisively decided to take action.

"No more talk?"

"For Lord Red King, I will not hesitate to take action against my compatriots!"

Rahman and Sameer had drawn their weapons, and the others beside them were already at the ready.

The war is about to break out!
"Bang! Bang!"

"What kind of Riddler do you two think you are? Please explain it to me quickly!"

An afterimage flashed by, and then Rahman and Samer, who had just set up their posture, performed in front of a group of people what it meant to grab the ground with their heads.

"Enemy attack! Prepare to fire arrows!"

"No! The boss is next to him, so we can't hurt him!"

"Then surround him and don't let him escape!"

After a brief commotion, other Gilded Brigade groups watching the theater nearby immediately took action.

They held long spears and surrounded the embers tightly. From a high place in the distance, they could still see the crossbowmen who had already drawn and cocked their bows.

"Huh..., who are you?!"

"Damn, there are other stalkers?!"

Without the force used by Ember, Rahman and Sameer immediately rolled up and got up from the ground after a brief moment of confusion.

The two people who had been at war with each other just now were close to each other, both aiming their weapons at the embers that came out of the darkness.

"You two, do you know that being the Riddler deserves a beating?" Not paying attention to the movements around him, Ember just waved his fist at Rahman and Sameer.

"So..., what do you want to ask?" Rahman held the scimitar and walked slowly around the embers.

"What rumors are you talking about, and..."

"Do it!"

But before Ember could finish his words, Rahman gestured to the mercenary behind him, turned around and ran away.

At the same time, Sameer was not idle either. He closed the two scimitars in his hands and waved his big hand, and the huge rotating double-headed swords struck towards the embers.

"You've been surrounded by the heat for so long, let's cool down!"

The sleeping Zhenling in the scimitar was awakened by Sameer, and it was left angry and violently venting its elemental power, filling the blade of the scimitar with frost-white ice crystals.

"Huh? Is there something?" Yi Yan saw the double-headed knife flying towards him, spewing out cold air, and stopped dodging.

Seeing the right moment, he stretched out his arm and firmly grasped the handle of the double-headed knife made of two scimitars.

Separating the hilt, Yi Yan waved the scimitar in his hand several times. The surging ice elemental power could not distinguish between friend and foe. While clinging to the blade, ice crystals formed on his palm.

But apart from the elemental power, there was one thing that made Ember care even more, and that was the only angry consciousness left in these two scimitars.

"This is..." Lifting up the scimitar and looking at it, Yi Yan had some realization. The consciousness here is crazy, not because of forbidden knowledge, but because of torture.

Endless labor, thousands of years of imprisonment... and the heartbreaking pain caused by countless divisions.

All of these create the madness and anger of the consciousness in the weapon. Exercising its strength irritably and listening to the cries of others are just unconscious behaviors to vent the pain that overflows in its heart.

"It's so miserable... what are you?" Yu Yan's voice paused, and he suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know what kind of creature the consciousness in this weapon was.

"Shhhhhh!"

The Gilded Brigade in the distance did not give Ember time to think. When they saw Rahman distanced himself from the guy who suddenly appeared in front of them, they immediately began to pour firepower on him.

Arrows pierced the air and came from all directions. Even though there is no elemental power on it, its power is probably something no one with flesh and blood would dare to try.

"It's urgent."

The ember stood against the frost, holding the scimitar in both hands. The trajectory of the slender scimitar when it was swung was like a blade, smooth and graceful.

"I will only demonstrate a move that rivals the gods once, so watch out!" After adjusting his posture, the two scimitars turned into ember-extended arms. The light of the swords rotated back and forth around, blocking all the whizzing sharp arrows. .

There seemed to be an airtight flow of water around him, and the scimitar he waved in his hand was the ocean current that guided the direction of the water.

The frost on the blade melted, and Zhenling's resentment turned into clear water. The water rushed into Zhen Ling's heart, dragging out all the resentment and anger.

"There's a lot of dirt." The water became a little turbid, but it wasn't worth worrying about. Because every time the water flows around, it becomes a little clearer.

Running water has strong vitality and vitality, which is enough to purify and wash away all the silent dirt.

"Get it! It's raining!"

The amount of swung arm made Yu Yan's wrist feel sore. Seeing the jaws of the gilded brigade in the distance dropped, he decisively waved away the water surrounding him.

The blue and clear water rushed high into the sky along Ember's waving arms, and soon it disappeared from sight.

"Tick!"

"Wet, bird poop?" A mercenary looked up at the sun above his head, then looked at the liquid in his hand, and thought it was diarrhea from a passing bird.

But then he didn't think so.

"Tick-tock! Tick-tock!"

"Whoa... whoosh!"

More and more liquid fell from the top of the head, and it was already visible to the naked eye from behind.

Huge water droplets fell against the sun, stirring up the sand on the ground that had not seen dew for a long time.

"It's... raining!"

Everyone was extremely shocked. They didn't take the words from Yu Yan's mouth to heart before, but the scene that happened now gave them a hard blow to their hearts.

It turns out that the scorching desert can also make rain by human power.

The Gilded Brigades are cheering to welcome the rain, but what are the embers doing that made all this happen?

He was digging trenches like crazy.

The soil splashed, and a newly dug reservoir began to take shape in front of everyone's eyes.

The heavy rain only fell for a while and then stopped. Coincidentally, the reservoir was also completed at this time.

The rainwater gathered and trickled down the dug trenches into the newly dug pools. Yi Yan looked at the pool where the rainwater collected. He didn't feel any excitement. On the contrary, he scratched his head irritably.

"Is this the only amount of water washed out by thousands of years of pain?"

The rain just now was heavy, but also short-lived. The clean water brought was only enough to fill the pool half way.

Such a small amount of water would probably be dried away by the blazing desert sun in less than half a day. If you want to change the desolation here, saying that this water is just a drop in the bucket is an exaggeration.

"trouble."

The scene in front of him successfully destroyed the "Desert Disarmament Plan" that had just arisen in Yi Yan's heart.

Sameer's weapon was considered to be the best in the desert, and the suppressing spirit contained in it could only produce so much clear water.

It can only be said to be a fool's errand to change the desolate status quo of the desert by simply appeasing the town spirits.

Standing up from the calm pool, Ember turned to look at the Gilded Brigade who were still in shock.

"Hey! You should know how to speak clearly now, right?" Ember walked up to Rahman in a swagger, and the mercenary behind Rahman also recovered from the shock.

They retreated and looked at Rahman expectantly. A person who could change heavy rain in the desert was not easy to mess with. They were waiting for their most trusted boss to speak.

"Put down your weapons, this is the guest... the guest of all our desert people."

Rahman spoke, and gasps came one after another behind him - the nervous mercenaries could finally relax.

"The guests have to see if you are still the Riddler."

Ember looked at Rahman. He looked at the scholars among the mercenaries who secretly glanced at him, touched his chin and asked, "I'm curious what do you want these scholars to do?"

"..."

Rahman pondered for a while, and then replied: "I need them to resurrect Lord Red King."

(End of this chapter)