The battalion of hunters lay neatly on the ground, resting. Several days of hard work made them sleep especially sweetly in the cold wind during the open-air stay. The horses had their saddles removed, and their stomachs were tied with bags for water and fodder. Occasionally, a few neighs broke the silence of the wilderness morning. Cyrus's figure, like a mountain, sat on a rock. He did not take off his armor, and the Thunder Excalibur Sword lay across his knees, as if contemplating something.
After prince Farid's defection, the pressure of the whole Persia, seemed to rest entirely on the shoulders of this first Persian General. The Sassanian royal family, after centuris of struggle, had achieved their current status. They had experienced countless battles and sacrifices. This miraculous family of geniuses had earned their current position. These Persian noble-blooded knights crushed the undefeated the Tong Yabghu Qaghan and his Turkic Khaganate. They fought for years against the Roman Empire at the west, the Arabs at the south, and the Khazars at the north, rising in the chaos of the land. Was all of this now destined to dissipate? After obtaining the sacred treasure passed down from ancient times, they believed they could change destiny and even create their own destiny. But now, it seemed that destiny was about to betray the Sassanian royal family.
Looking at his huge hands, Cyrus pondered. To salvage everything, he had to rely on the Thunder Excalibur Sword in his hand. Regardless, he would stand by Great Persia from beginning to end. Living as a man, one should seek joy in life and face death without regrets. The first step was to successfully reclaim the sacred treasure of Great Persia! The Caspian Sea blocked the path in front of Princess Ariana, and all the boats were under their control. There was no way to go forward. Even if that young aide remained vigilant, how long could his spirit last? As long as they kept a close eye on them, as long as their spirits couldn't endure, whether it was with bows and crossbows or anything else, they could seize the Persian sacred treasure! With just over a month left until the royal ceremony, as long as the sacred treasure remained, they could stabilize the hearts of the Persian people. As for whether the Saintess had changed, it wasn't something people cared too much about!
And further, perhaps it is to confront the Roman army led by the Prince Farid from the west... He tightened his grip on the Thunder Excalibur Sword. Prince Farid, I will make you see it when the time comes! As long as Cyrus still has breath, he will always protect this Great Persia! Regardless of whatever reasons you have for fleeing, Great Persia will always be Great Persia.
Deep contemplation left Cyrus somewhat absent-minded. When the distant lake emitted a muffled roar, he didn't react immediately. Several horses grazing with lowered heads lifted their heads, and the cavalrymen tending to the horses looked anxiously into the distance. This seemed to be a sound emanating from the depths of the earth, a manifestation of the majestic force of nature. Even though the distance was considerable, it was enough to shake one's heart.
Cyrus stood up abruptly from the rock when he realized what was happening.
"The Caspian Sea! the Lake has frozen so earily! Could it be that the god want to destroy our Great Persia?"
He shouted loudly, "Mount up! Mobilize! Whoever can successfully reclaim the sacred treasure of Great Persia will be rewarded with the ten thousand gold dinars! As for Princess Ariana, her life or death doesn't matter!"
"From the shining stars to the darkness of the night, spirits and souls, heed the call of my summoning...", The mysterious girl who had been following Lucas and Ariana all along was now in a small clearing, arranging a huge magic circle with stones and branches. She muttered to herself in a low voice. At this moment, she was no longer as calm and composed as before, her nervous tone revealed that this magic circle was no trivial matter.
After a while, she slapped her forehead, "It shouldn't be miscalculated! Ah, God is freezing the massive lake for them. It seems that following God's will to slightly change their destiny won't make anyone blame me... Old man master, this time you've given me a tough task. Snatching people from under Cyrus's fierce hands! Changing the fate against the God once may affect my lifespan. I won't do it next time!" She carefully examined the magic circle again and began complaining again, "Is it really necessary to use blood? If I get scars on my hands, how can I get married in the future? Old man master, you owe me a good husband!"
The mysterious girl finally resigned herself to her fate and walked to the position of the magic circle. Rolling up her sleeves to reveal her arms, her fair and translucent skin shone brilliantly. She drew out a dagger and gestured on her arm for a while, muttering, "How should I calculate this? How much blood?"
After hesitating for a long time, the mysterious figure finally made a cut on her own arm. The blood dripped down, and she swayed as if she might faint at any moment. Watching her blood drip into the magic circle, which remained unresponsive, the pair of large watery eyes behind the veil were now filled with tears and grievances, looking at everything with a distressed expression. After a while, a burst of light flashed across the magic circle, and the entire formation seemed to twist with a strange and eerie fluctuation. Then, the mist suddenly filled the entire clearing. The black-clothed girl hastily used a cloth strip to bandage her wound. Thinking that she had successfully activated such a complex large magic circle, she initially wanted to laugh, but in the end, she pouted and burst into tears, crying loudly, "It hurts so much, it hurts so much, it hurts to death!"