Thinking of this, Lindong couldn’t help but click her tongue.
She had also met McCarthy Delin here, going to great lengths to "trick" some manuscripts about the Weave from him.
However, her attitude towards the Weave differed from Ethan’s. If the real McCarthy Delin knew what happened at the academy later, knew what she did with the knowledge in the manuscripts, he would surely be filled with regrets.
Thus, a hint of pity appeared in Lindong’s eyes.
"Ethan will live up to your trust."
McCarthy Delin also thought so, but he was still somewhat puzzled, not understanding why Lindong suddenly said this, and what puzzled him even more was Lindong’s relationship with the schools of fish. These crowded schools were happily frolicking in front of Lindong, and he wasn’t sure if these fish were already considered caught by her.
If so, wouldn’t fishing from this lake be akin to fishing straight from someone else’s barrel?
Saying such things would only lead to ridicule from other fishing enthusiasts, making it so he’d never be able to hold his head up in the fishing community.
McCarthy tentatively asked, "Miss Lindong, did something happen between you and Mr. Ethan?"
If the two of them were encountering difficulties, he felt he might be able to point them in the right direction.
He seemed much older than both of them, with quite a bit of experience and knowledge.
Lindong shook her head.
She suddenly turned around, smiling.
Her smile made McCarthy’s hair stand on end, an unprecedented chill swept over him, and he sensed the change in the Elemental Elf and the rapid gathering of ice elements.
That was a kind of ice element he had never seen before, and what made his heart race was that Lindong wasn’t chanting any spell.
A single thought of hers could summon a snowstorm.
McCarthy Delin came to a conclusion, instinctively preparing for battle, "You’re not Lindong!"
Perhaps this was some kind of advanced illusion, but he still didn’t understand the purpose of impersonating Lindong.
"Then, neither are you McCarthy Delin."
Lindong had no intention of fighting him. She left some words that were meaningless to McCarthy Delin, "The puppet show is about to end, this is your last chance."
When he wanted to ask further, he found that Lindong had already disappeared.
The schools of fish in the lake dispersed in disappointment, and McCarthy Delin’s heart pounded fiercely.
He suddenly felt a sting on his wrist, where a wound had been somehow opened, and it wasn’t until long after Lindong had left that he felt the sting.
Perhaps when the cold wind brushed his face, ice chips carried by the wind cut him.
But at that moment, time stood still, his thoughts paused briefly, unable to comprehend what had happened during those blank seconds.
But McCarthy saw the transformation in his body. Fresh chapters posted on 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭·𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮·𝙣𝙚𝙩
What flowed from the wound was black blood.
He gazed at the wound on his wrist for a long time, finding it increasingly strange, though he couldn’t explain why.
Human blood is black. When they die, their bodies become like broken puppets. He had witnessed countless deaths of comrades in the many wars he had been through, utterly used to blood and wounds.
Yet, at the same time, another theory surfaced in his mind.
Black represents the creation of the Evil God.
A sharp question followed.
—McCarthy Delin, are you truly human?
Meanwhile, on the other side, Ethan returned fully loaded after he received a summons from the Warlord shortly after leaving the camp.
The non-humans were well-informed and already knew of their brave encounter with McCarthy Delin at the lakeside camp, followed by a leisurely trip to the Elemental Shaper camp and leaving unharmed. This once again gave them a glimpse of the dawn of victory.
This emergency war meeting had Ethan standing at the forefront.
"The Knight Lord is leading his Knight Order to the western line, once this communication line is cut off, the four main corps will be left isolated and helpless."
Ethan skillfully pointed to the battle map on the table, his index finger sliding along the red arrow.
But in reality, he was just spouting meaningless words, merely translating information everyone already knew into his own words.
"It’s alright, as long as Kane initiated the attack with the Spear of War, everything will turn out fine."
"Kane has gone somewhere unknown, and currently no one can reach him."
Having learned from past experiences, this time the non-human commanders were speaking with extreme caution, afraid that one wrong word would lead to the same fate as the former Grand Commander.
Recently, the morale of the army had been in decline, losing not only the defense line but even the prominent Grand Commander who had won many victories had been executed by the Warlord.
The soldiers under their command were completely devoid of fighting spirit, with many secretly wishing for the war to end quickly.
There were even comments shaking the army’s morale.
Rumor had it that the human coalition wouldn’t slaughter captives, and that if they surrendered quickly enough, death wouldn’t catch up to them.
Ethan noticed the Warlord’s increasingly dark expression, and to prevent a violent outbreak, he proactively stepped forward to interrupt the spell, "I can contact him."
He saw the Warlord’s hand slightly tremble as it reached for the helmet, but his words halted the motion.
"Ethan, I hope you bring back some good news."
Although the situation was somewhat complicated to explain, he seemed to have become the most trusted person of both the leaders of the human coalition and the Evil God’s coalition.