5 ： Sadows of Betra

dermomentwasinterruptedbythesoundofhurriedfootsteps.Theyturoseethevilgeleader，theelderlymanwhohadweledthem，approagwithalookof.

    “HanFengling，Sukie，”hecalledout，hisvoiceurgent.“There’ssomethingyouosee.”

    Theyfollowedthevilgeleadertotheoutskirtsofthevilge，whereagroupofvilgershadgatheredaroundafigurelyingontheground.Astheypushedthroughthecrowd，Sukie’sbreathcaughtihroat.Thefigurewasasoldier，badlyinjuredandbarelyscious.

    “Hestumbledintothevilgethism，”thevilgeleaderexpined.“Hekeptaskingforyou.”

    HanFenglingkbesidethesoldier，hisexpressiongrim.“peoyou?Whodidthis?”

    Thesoldiercoughed，hisvoiceweak.“TheDarkLord…he’spnninganattack.Hehasan