Only when Maojing actually took action did Heather realize how strong she was. One person and one summoned object easily defused attacks from several directions. Every time she shot, she could accurately hit the enemy, kill with one hit, and use a wide range of magic guidance. The speed is only between two breaths, and all the steps of casting are smooth and smooth.
Even though she was so powerful, she did not force herself to take advantage of any magician's magic. Instead, she danced like a butterfly in the mid-air where the magic flickered, dodging everyone's attacks just right.
As the red-haired magician headed by Maojing was thrown in front of him, the battle ended completely. The noisy jungle not long ago fell silent, and the corpses of the magician were scattered in the plowed soil.
Heather didn't give this guy who had gathered a large number of villains a chance to speak, and directly pierced his heart with a spear condensed from water elements.
Mao Jing knew a lot about the historical documents of the Enforcement Tribunal of the Theocracy. She originally wanted to give some advice to the red-eyed Heather, but when she saw that she chose to end it directly, she didn't say much.
After decades of living in the Theocracy, the heart shaped by Laurent's words and deeds was inevitably tainted in this chaotic world. Mao Jing felt that he was becoming more violent now. Perhaps, this was also a kind of Let it decay.
"Are you feeling better?" Mao Jing asked.
Heather sat slumped on the ground and nodded slightly.
After Catthorn cast healing magic on every surviving crew member, one person was still seriously injured due to organ damage caused by the magic. Heather supported her exhausted body and counted the number of people. They left the grid with her more than three years ago. Of Lang's fifty fellow knights from different races, only fifteen were left.
Gathering the corpses along the way and looking at the familiar faces, Heather closed her eyes and used a big fire to rest in peace for this group of poor people who had been struggling from the bottom up and wanted to use their own power to change something.
"If you need a mourning ceremony, I can help." Mao Jing said, "I used to be a nun."
Heather shook her head: "Silence is the best ritual for them... Just let them sleep peacefully."
Seeing Mao Jing using vines to peel off the objects from the dead magicians, leaving them naked to be swallowed up by the churning soil, recalling that she claimed to be a nun, Heather couldn't help but ask: "Do you know Lu Yu?"
"Just call me Cat Jing. Regarding your question, he taught me this summoned object. What do you think?"
Heather hesitated and said: "Ms. Mao Jing, is it... the ninth level?"
Mao Jing smiled and waved his hand: "How is it possible? It's just the eighth level. He only arrived after enjoying the moisture of the world after the magic wave. Let me talk about you. I am very fond of your experience of meeting Lu Yu and Lulu. interested."
Heather found that Mao Jing's expression was particularly gentle when he mentioned these two names.
"I don't know Lulu...but speaking of Lu Yu, he should be the last friend I made before the magic wave. He was involved in the Grand Empire when he arrived..."
Following Heather's narration, Mao Jing was able to get a more detailed glimpse into the past of the child Laurend was interested in on a foreign continent many years later.
Listening to Lu Yu's lies about being a high-level magician, and hearing how he got involved in a series of troubles, for some reason, Mao Jing's somewhat anxious heart gradually calmed down.
Heather picked up the exhausted scroll, pursed her lips, and said bitterly: "This was originally my sustenance for that last beautiful time, and it has been kept as a collection. It's a pity... Mr. Lu Yu's fire magic is amazing. Praise, I always thought he only specialized in summoning."
It was difficult to explain Lulu's state at that time. Mao Jing simply skipped it and asked curiously: "Have you been wandering around on the sea all these years?"
Heather nodded.
At the beginning of the magic tide, the ocean had not yet shown its dangerous side. Heather and the Knights spent a leisurely time at sea, looking for uninhabited islands to replenish supplies, and maintaining the ship on their own. Everyone gradually became mature. Sailors, it seems that no wind and waves can stop them from exploring, and the world is so vast that they can travel around it.
However, overnight, the color of the sea changed, and the sea they thought they knew laughed at their arrogance and ignorance with countless changes.
A few days before they ran aground on the rocks, they also encountered a group of sea slugs that could suddenly grow tentacles from their bodies. Before the magic tide occurred, even sailors with rich sailing experience had never seen any sea slugs that were similar in size to adult sea monsters. Sea slugs, but Heather's Star was unknowingly surrounded by a group of guys with colorful body patterns.
Fortunately, these sea slugs did not have any ill intentions. They seemed to have approached the Star out of curiosity. After throwing several pieces of seafood onto the ship with their tentacles as a sign of goodwill, they snatched away several rain clouds hanging from various locations on the Star. flag, but otherwise the Etoile suffered no losses.
Heather still can't figure it out. What do these sea slugs do with the special flags used by these crews to signal sea conditions?
Mao Jing handed Heather his water bottle and asked her to moisten her throat as her mouth was dry.
"Ms. Mao Jing, I want to know...has Lu Yu returned to his hometown now?"
"His... journey seems to have ended temporarily, and he is now staying in a place called Mera. When I left, he had taken care of the territory he owned in order, and the people he loved also loved him. Nothing could be better than this. "Yes." Mao Jing asked, "Are you homesick?"
"Kind of, but... there's no way we're going back," Heather said.
That is no longer a country worthy of the dreams of the Knights of the Stars.
It was Heather's idea to repair the Star and set off again, but reality soon gave her a heavy blow.
The Star had broken into two pieces, and the stern was shattered by the huge waves. The wooden planks and the baggage that had not yet been transported were either soaked, or dragged by the waves to the distant sea.
The villains hoped to take over a large ship relatively completely. However, while they were struggling with Heather and others, it was obvious that some amphibious sea tribes visited the temporarily unoccupied Star, and the important defensive array was severely damaged. thorough.
The Star is beyond repair.
Some of the survivors who were holding the ashes of their companions and planning to scatter them into the sea screamed in disbelief, while others shed tears silently.
Confusion, helplessness, and sadness enveloped the weather-beaten Star Knights, and the fragility hidden under the tough exterior was revealed in the howls.
They lost their companions, their families, and their home...
Backbone Heather closed her eyes. Now, where should they go?
"It is a wonderful fate that makes me appear in front of you. The scroll left by Lulu has solved today's crisis for you. Yesterday's fate will continue today... Heather, you might as well go to Mela, Lu Yu's Dawn Land , maybe they will accept you, it is a warm haven, a gentle place where you can regain yourself."
Heather stared at the wreckage of the Star without saying a word, seeming to be thinking.
The map was placed on the ground by Mao Jing. She put the dice into Heather's hands. Looking at Heather who was confused, she explained: "Follow your heart, fill in the choices you think of into the map, number them, and then let the dice fall." Above all, since everything today is a continuation of fate, why not try to follow the guidance of fate?"
"But there are far more patterns on the map than dice faces..."
"It's not a big deal, just throw it."
Under the light touch of the cat, the dice in Heather's hand slipped, rolled a few times on the map, and determined that it was three.
"What's the number three?" Mao Jing asked.
Heather's lips moved, and finally, she smiled in relief.
"I want the remaining companions to survive..."
Maojing smiled slightly: "I will go with you before confirming our area and watching you board the ocean-going ship to Mera."
Heather was puzzled: "Isn't Ms. Mao Jing planning to go to Lu Yu's territory with us?"
Mao Jing picked up the dice on the ground and played with it: "After leaving Mela, I have been using it to decide my destination. This is what Vanessa, the ninth-level legendary magician, did back then."
After taking Laurende's ashes, Mao Jing hugged him tightly: "Now, the dice haven't told me that it's time to return to Mera. I feel that I can go further, and further."
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Mao Jing opened his eyes, and the garden under the Pope's Tower that was imprinted deep in his memory came to mind again. The afterglow of the setting sun cast its lazy light on the grass blades and flowers swaying gently in the wind, outlining Mao Jing's familiar and warm scenery. Outline.
She had accompanied Laurent here over and over again. Many of the plants and flowers in the garden were planted by her, and the placement was also determined by her. Many nights after leaving Meira, the dream would come again with the catthorn. Return here.
Sitting on the stone bench, Mao Jing giggled as he recalled the scene where Laurent had sent away nuns and knights of the Theocracy rested on his knees.
An outline suddenly appeared on the tender green blades of grass. The sudden movement of things in her field of vision made Mao Jing frown. When she saw the object in front of her, she stood up suddenly, clenched her fists, and looked around, as if she was looking for something. .
The dice appeared silently on top of the diagram that also appeared out of thin air, as if saying to Mao Jing...
"You can throw it once too."
"Be it the God of Glory or the Silver Maple Tree, get out of here!"
Maojing no longer suppresses her anger, even though the other person is very likely to be the god Laurend serves... It is precisely because he may be the god Laurend serves that she wants to scold him!
"Laurent has given his whole life to you. Even though he knows you don't exist, he is still willing to regard you as a real god and worship you devoutly. He has given everything for the Theocracy and for you. It's not enough!" Cat Jing roared, "Eighty years, a whole eighty years, I watched him change from a vibrant and energetic young man to a twilight old man. I watched him not put down his responsibilities as the Pope until the last moment of his life. He didn't care about his daughter, me, and so on. Let’s talk about Laurend’s identity…”
Mao Jing's eyes were red, and his tongue, which was much slender than ordinary people, frequently spit out, making a slight "hissing" sound. The scales on his erect neck almost exploded due to excessive anger.
"I've only had him for four years, and he's still dead. Do you want to take him away?"
The grass beneath the map and the dice was densely covered with silver maple leaves. Cat Thorn kicked two things away, and the poison spit out from its mouth corroded the silver maple leaves.
"I won't go back!"
Mao Jing stared ferociously at the gradually condensing silhouette of the silver maple tree, while tears slowly trickled down her cheeks and onto the ground.
With the falling teardrop as the center of the circle, the garden scenery changes.
Mao Jing's fierce eyes were glazed over because of the person who broke into her sight. When she saw what he was holding in his hand, she frowned in confusion.
The past was like wind, and the memory revived. After realizing what it was, Mao Jing looked at Laurend who was still in his prime in shock and buried it under the silver maple tree.
At this moment, Mao Jing burst into tears.
"You guy... why don't you tell me... you've always been like this, your whole life!" Mao Jing complained with tears in his eyes.
The dice and the map appeared in front of Mao Jing again.
Above Mao Jing's head, petals were falling all over the sky, like a dream.
The road paved with silver maple leaves stretches all the way to the base of the silver maple trees.
