Something had indeed happened, otherwise, there would not have been chaos in the Holy Light Cathedral.
Looking over the shoulders of the guards clutching their spears, I could see dozens of priests in white robes anxiously shuttling in the red-carpeted prayer hall. At a glance, I saw Yi hurriedly carrying the Holy Scripture. Senlion.
"Lord Isenlien!" I waved at him vigorously.
Isenlien looked up at us and immediately ran over, "Let them come in, we need manpower." He ordered in a low voice.
Card wipe--
The spears that were staggered in front of us were retracted.
*
We followed Isenlien quickly through the hall with a high dome. The sunlight filtered down from the crystal ceiling and shone on the stone statues embedded in the walls of the hall, making their eyes made of glass bright and blazing.
"What happened? Sir? Why is the church closed? And who was the man covered in blood just now?" Bridget kept asking along the way.
"Something happened in Durnholde Castle." Isenlien pondered for a moment and told us, "Many brutal orcs escaped from the wooden cages that imprisoned them, and many guards were seriously injured."
"Durnholde Castle?" I was surprised, "Yes, is it the Orc Arena? I remember the boss there promised that not even the soul could escape from their iron walls."
"That's right, the commander there, Edras Blackmoore, is a coward who can even blow a mammoth into the sky. However, this time, the mammoth he blew hit him hard on the head!" Ethan Li En's tone was slightly angry, "Come this way."
I suddenly felt a little flustered by his words.
I once went to that noisy and stinking arena with my father, and saw with my own eyes how those cruel, bloodthirsty and terrifying-looking barbarians fought savagely in the arena. In order to win, they would even disembowel their opponents and hammer them into pieces. They like to use their opponents' heads as trophies on spear points, just for the screams of the people in the stands! I clearly remember that the champion was like this that day. He wildly shook the spear with his head on it and howled in response to the cheers from the stands. The blood of the loser splashed everywhere like rain, dripping on the sand-covered ground. In the arena, it dripped on his face, dripped into his mouth, and dripped into his eyes.
Of course, these are not important. What is important is that it is only a few days away from Gavin Heights.
When those ferocious and cruel orcs escape from the castle, will they flee to Gavin Heights? They are much taller and stronger than the guards in the highlands!
Will they storm the Rubio estate? Will he break into the white house? ! Would the defenseless men be tortured as much as the castle guards tortured them? ! Will Jovan be killed, Sandor be killed, Lester be killed,... everyone else? !
The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I became.
Unexpectedly, my hand warmed up, and I turned my head and saw Dallion looking at me with concern, but that look made me even more panicked, and I couldn't help but squeeze his fingers.
"Don't worry, Messiah." After being stunned for a moment, Dallion comforted me softly, "There are my father's garrison in Tarren Mill Town. If those orcs want to go to Gavin Heights, they have to get past those soldiers first. Close." As he said that, he shook my hand hard, and immediately I felt an extremely warm and reassuring holy light rising from the palm of my hand and penetrating into my heart, "If you are really worried, We will contact your family in the evening."
I took a deep breath and nodded towards him.
*
Behind the prayer hall is a garden shaded by numerous trees, with some snowflakes still remaining on the needle trees, like giant clams holding pearls in their mouths. A corridor paved with white moiré stone leads us all the way to the depths of the garden.
The further inside I went, the less pure the air became. In the end, the sweet smell of blood made me feel like there was traces of blood floating in the air.
"Uh! Ah!" Suddenly, a scream came from behind the tree shadow.
"Hold him down! Cut off his hands! Quick! This poison will kill him!"
"No! No! Uh-huh!!"
The last scream penetrated the sky and stopped our steps. At that moment, I saw the panic flashing in Dallion's eyes, and also saw Bridget's white lips, and then, I saw myself His hands were trembling slightly, and as for Jordan and Skeeter, they were both stunned.
What's going on over there? !
Unexpectedly, more voices came from behind the dense tree shadows.
"...Help me...please..." Someone was moaning weakly.
"John! John! Get the bandages quickly! And the needle and thread!"
"Put his intestines back in! Quick!"
"Damn orcs! Low-grade beasts! I'm going to skin them alive!" someone was yelling angrily.
"Lie down! Your blood is going to drain!"
"Move him to the side! Quick!"
"Get out of the way!"
As I turned around the corridor, I saw a huge circular platform with dozens of priests running anxiously on it.
The platform was still glowing with purple light. From time to time, the deep purple arcane light would flash suddenly, and then, several seriously injured people would appear there. At a glance, there were hundreds of wounded people soaked in blood. people!
Some of them were missing their hands and feet, rolling on the ground in pain, and even leaving blood stains on the snow-white pillars.
Some of them had their bodies bruised with blood and flesh from the murder weapon. They could not move and could only burst into bursts of muffled roars like trapped animals.
There was a flash of purple light, and there was another wounded person covered in blood.
I saw that there were only two shocking blood holes left in his eyes, and half of his chin was cut off. Whenever he opened and closed his lips, a large amount of blood foam would slip out of his mouth! Every priest was busy spinning around, and only one had time to throw a small ball of holy light at him, so that the blood on his face would not flow so turbulently. Other than that, no one paid attention to him at all!
Everywhere is bright red, and there is a strong smell of blood everywhere.
My stomach felt a little uncomfortable. It was obvious that Bridget's reaction was much more severe than mine. Suddenly, she covered her mouth and ran to the tree to retching. I also covered my mouth and wanted to chase after Bridget. Strange and gone.
"Breathe! No! Breathe quickly! Oh my God!" At that moment, I heard someone crying, and the voice came from the corner of the round platform.
"Patrice!" Isenlien immediately ran over there. It was a young girl. She was holding a wounded person who had been disemboweled and crying. She was crying so hard that her whole body was shaking. That attack The snow-white robe was stained with blood.
"Patrice." Isenlien patted her shoulder gently.
"Teacher!" After hearing this, she turned around and yelled choked with tears of despair, "He's not breathing! What should I do?! What should I do?!"
Isenlien knelt down on one knee beside her. He looked at the injured carefully, then shook his head, "He is dead." He whispered, and then gently took the body from the girl's arms. came out and placed it in the corner of the round platform, "May your soul rest in peace."
"May your soul rest in peace..." Patrice sobbed and followed him, wiping his tears hard, but he couldn't wipe them away. "It's my fault, I can't keep him... It would be fine if the Archbishop and the others were here. Well...they must have a way..."
"Where are the Archbishop and the others?"
"They went to Hearthglen early in the morning. Oh my god, how could something like this happen... It's all my fault..."
"It's not your fault, Partrice." Isenlien patted the girl's shoulder and said softly, "Go and help others, good girl, don't let them all die."
"Dallion! Bree...Messiah! And you," after a moment of silence, he suddenly shouted at us, the anger in his eyes, "Stop standing! Go help them! Go now !”
*
The wound on my arm has not healed yet, and I cannot move the wounded who are still wearing armor, so I was assigned to stand aside to help a pharmacist with gray temples. She was a woman, shriveled and thin. In such a cold weather, her sleeves were rolled up high, and her palms were covered by a pair of thin rubber gloves.
She had already lit a bonfire under a tree. The dark green liquid in the cauldron was boiling in the light of the fire, giving off a bitter and fishy smell.
"Take this!" She stirred the liquid in the pot vigorously and looked up at me. Without even asking my name, she threw me a small compass and a magic pattern backpack, "Go to the east to store medicinal materials. In the warehouse, I need living root grass and royal blood grass, a lot of living root grass and royal blood grass."
I nodded, "Yes."
"You must be quick, otherwise many people will die miserably there."
Those words made me couldn't help but look back at the blood-stained teleportation platform. There, Dallion was carrying a wounded man to the side. The wounded man's toes were dragging feebly on the ground, and he was dragged out. A deep bloodstain.
The dazzling color gave me a chill, and I turned around and left.
"Run! Little girl! Think of the wounded! They are going to die!"
*
It turns out that behind the huge shadow of the Holy Light Church, there is an even larger space.
I never thought that it would be that far from the teleportation round platform to the eastern warehouse of the church. I stared at the compass needle and walked through the woods, feeling that time passed as fast as my heartbeat.
Finally, when I was out of breath, I saw a bluestone dome house with an old wooden sign swaying in the wind hanging under the high eaves. It read, "Medicine Warehouse—This place will give you a second life." ".
The guard of the warehouse is an old man, and on his wooden table is his name tag, Simon Balfe.
He was blind and slow in movement.
"Oh, you want the Demon Emperor Grass."
"No! Mr. Simon! It's Royal Blood Grass!"
"Oh!" He nodded and made way for the door. "I remember they are in the box on the seventh floor in the fifteenth row. Little girl, go get it yourself."
The warehouse is a little dark, and arcane magic balls for lighting roll on the high ceiling, as if they are alive.
When my eyes adjusted to this place, I couldn't help but be surprised. From the outside, this bluestone house was obviously very small, but now, when I was inside, I found that I couldn't even see the end! The stacks of cabinets, two or three people high, are neatly arranged. At a glance, there are more than hundreds or thousands of cabinets. !
"Is this an illusion?!" I couldn't help but exclaimed.
"No, kid, this is subspace, just like the magic pattern backpack." The old man replied with a smile, "Go and get the medicinal materials! The magic emperor grass is in row seventeen, on the third floor."
"Mr. Simon, I..." I looked at the old man's cloudy and lifeless eyes, and finally swallowed the rest of the words.
"Run away!" He said to me with a smile, "Don't keep Emma waiting, she has a bad temper."
*
The wind was very cold and I ran wildly in the deserted garden. The round platform occupied by death and groans was in front, and the woman called Emma stood under the tree, walking around anxiously.
When she saw me, she breathed a long sigh of relief and waved vigorously at me, "You are so slow! Little girl!"
She skillfully poured out all the medicinal ingredients in the magic pattern backpack, "I hope it's enough!" As she said that, she raised her hands and suddenly stopped, "You recognize these two things, right? Don't tell me You are so stupid."
I frowned at her gaze, "I recognize them!"
"Okay. I want to concentrate on releasing the magic. You can put whatever I ask you to put in it, you know?"
I nodded, "I know."
I heard her murmur something, and suddenly, a purple arcane light flashed between her hands. For a while, the liquid that had been churning in the pot slowly calmed down.
"Put five royal blood grasses in," she said.
I picked five and put them into the pot. In an instant, the calm liquid turned out of the whirlpool, and the smell became even more fishy.
"Put in the tranquilizer. Three drops." She said immediately.
"Ning... tranquilizer?"
"On the little chair to your right, the green bottle!"
I looked sideways and immediately took it over. After dripping the potion, the pot magically became quiet again.
"Put three live roots."
I rummaged through the herbs on the floor and threw what she wanted into the pot. In an instant, the liquid around the herbs turned dark blue! The dark blue liquid and the green liquid seemed to be incompatible. They faced each other in the pot and collided fiercely. Then bubbles with bright color boundaries emerged.
The liquid roared loudly, causing the cauldron to rattle.
"Put in the fusion agent!"
"Fusion agent?"
"On the chair, red bottle."
"yes!"
I immediately turned to the platform, but at that moment, the platform that was at least five steps away from me gave me a strange feeling. I felt that I could reach it in one step!
Subconsciously, I stepped over. It was only then that I suddenly realized that the wet soil under my feet was no longer wet, but a gust of purple-black wind.
Oops!
Sure enough, when I landed, I found that I had stepped on the back of the chair! Suddenly, the chair flipped back, and the small bottles on it flew into the air!
"Ah!" I screamed and fell on my back. The bottle in mid-air was thrown at me. I turned over and dodged, so I only had time to catch the bottle of red fusion agent.
Snapped--
The other bottles fell into the mud, and the green one was completely shattered.
oh……
My face wrinkled with sore teeth.
"Oh! Holy Light! Look what that stupid donkey did?!" In a moment of dead silence, Emma yelled angrily at me, and the sound shook my eardrums. At that moment, I felt that the person in front of me was not a thin lady, but a lion with fried hair! She seemed to want to rush over, but she had to maintain her magic and couldn't move. She gritted her teeth and said, "Come here quickly and add the fusion agent first! There's going to be an explosion here!"
"Oh! Yes!" I jumped up from the ground. The liquid in the pot was already boiling. In the billowing white steam, deep-colored water splashed into the air.
I immediately opened the bottle and looked at the woman with a distorted face with some fear.
"Three drops!" Emma yelled angrily with her eyes wide open, "Why are you so clumsy?!"
I swallowed my breath and said, "Sorry, ma'am, I will find a way to repay you..."
"Pay back the hell!" She couldn't help but swore. At that moment, the boiling liquid slowly calmed down. She extinguished the arcane light in her hand and immediately ran to the bottle, "Oh, Oh my God," she knelt in the mud, and after seeing the mess clearly, she glared at me angrily, "I need a tranquilizer! Go, go to the warehouse and get me a bottle now! "
*
"What's wrong?" Perhaps noticing the sound here, Dallion ran over from the round platform. He knew what was wrong at a glance, and his blood-stained face froze slightly.
"Go back to your own place!" Emma shouted angrily. After saying that, she looked at me again and roared, "Go quickly!"
At that moment, I saw the angry lion again.
*
I thought I could find a part-time job and rent a house during this day, but as a result, I spent the whole day running around in the garden of the Holy Light Church.
Everyone tried their best, but there were still more than a dozen corpses piled up in the center of the teleportation array. The blood on their bodies had dried up, and the expressions on their faces were painful and desperate.
The lanterns are on.
Isenlien stood weakly by the teleportation platform and prayed for the dead, "They were all warriors and died in heroic fights. May the Holy Light forgive their sins during their lives and guide their souls into paradise. May yours Soul rest in peace.”
"May your souls rest in peace." The priests standing aside said one after another, and with a flash of purple light, the corpses disappeared on the teleportation round platform.
"They will be buried in their own homes," Darien, who was leaning against the lamppost, told me softly, his head slightly bowed, his blue eyes without any trace of emotion. "And the injured will stay in the church for treatment until They can recover.”
I leaned next to him and said nothing. I spent the whole day running around the back garden, sometimes getting herbs for Emma, sometimes delivering blue potions to restore mana to the priests, and sometimes for the doctors. Cleaning the bloody gauze, my legs did not rest even when I was holding the bread for lunch.
At this moment, my whole mind was confused.
"Thank you, my colleagues," Isenlien turned to everyone and said, "Please go back and have a good rest. May the Holy Light be with you." After saying that, he specially nodded towards us, and then dragged on Leaving with tired steps.
*
There was a moment of silence, leaving only the shadows of the trees swaying in the cold wind, and the dark shadows dancing on the ground like devils, which only made me dizzy. I pressed my temples, which were pounding so fast, and fell to the ground.
"Would you like to spend the night at my place? I think Messiah is about to faint." Unexpectedly, I heard Bridget suggest in a low voice.
Her words made me look up at her dissatisfied. She wasn't much better, was she?
You see, her face was illuminated by the magic street lamp, and turned as pale as a corpse.
"The house I rent is not far away." She added, and as she said that, she looked at Jordan again, and the boy who had been quiet nodded knowingly, "Skeeter, you can go to my place, maybe tonight We can talk by candlelight at night."
After a moment of silence, Dallion put me on his shoulders and said, "I'm grateful for that."
"Hey!" I struggled in vain, "What about Ryder?"
"He'll know what to do."
*
