Irene and Hebode ran wildly in the dim corridor, with the scorching sun and the sound of swords behind them. Neither of them dared to look back to witness the true appearance of the devil.
All they could do was follow Lorenzo's instructions and search for Ivar's trace in this dark world.
The corridor was filled with a strong smell of blood. In fact, no one could have expected that the world would suddenly become a hell of flesh and blood, with death and conflict everywhere.
With the dim light of the candle outside the window, Hebode pushed open one door after another and kept shouting.
"Ivar! Ivar!"
The call echoed in the corridor and soon came back to Hebode's ears.
"Where the hell is Ivar?"
Hebode muttered anxiously, and at this moment, cold metal pressed against his neck, bringing the feeling of death.
Irene picked up the gun and pointed it at Hebold's neck. Her eyes were cold and filled with tears.
"What are you doing, Erin?"
Hebode tried hard not to get angry. He didn't understand why Irene suddenly rebelled at such a critical moment.
"I want to ask you what you are going to do... You are here to kill Ivar, right? You are here to kill him, on the orders of his father."
The sound was squeezed out from between teeth. Irene had no idea about the conspiracy behind all this, but based on her understanding of the man called the King of the Ice Sea, she knew very well what such a person would do.
"Why do you think so?"
Hebode turned his back to Irene and slowly raised his hands.
"I've heard the story of the King of the Ice Sea. He is a warrior who will do anything to defeat his enemies. Everyone has a fixed value to him, and he is also very good at applying these values to the right places."
Irene thought about the horror stories that only a few people knew.
"He did this when he crossed the cold and desperate Silent Sea, didn't he? Eating his dead warriors to maximize his value, so you think the same about Ivar, right? Kill him, start a war, and find a suitable reason for your greed."
Hebode took a deep breath. This was a mysterious woman and few people could understand her thoughts.
He didn't answer, and the next moment he turned around and lowered his head.
Gunshots rang out and the bullet grazed his shoulder. Heybod turned around and punched, knocking Irene's pistol away. Normally, this would be very risky, but now the vision is dim and Irene is injured, so he has plenty of opportunities.
But then he felt a sharp pain as the cold steel scratched his body. The wound was very shallow. It seemed that Irene had shown mercy, as she then placed the folding knife on his neck.
"Did Lorenzo teach you that?"
"Yes."
Irene untied the bandage on her arm. Although the wound had not healed yet, the bandage perfectly concealed the folding knife, and it was not revealed until now.''
Time was running out and death was close at hand. Faced with Irene's question, Heberd hesitated for a moment and then nodded.
"Yes, I am here to kill Ivar."
After saying all this, Hebode did not feel any pressure at all. Instead, he felt relieved. The secret deep in his heart was finally told.
"But it's not for war... It can only be said that war is just the inevitable result of this matter."