After comforting Winnie, Faxion staggered around the table and came over.
Looking carefully, I discovered that not only did his eyes have cold eyes, but the lines on his face were also very hard. This hardness even spread to every dark hair on his temples and every dark blue stubble on his chin. superior.
Moreover, as I said, there was a cold aura about him. When this aura spread with his heavy footsteps, we couldn't help but stand up.
From the looks of it, Fathion is actually not as tall as I thought. He is indeed taller than me, but you see, when he looks at Dallion, he needs to raise his head slightly.
Calmly, Dallion blocked me back. I could feel the muscles in his arms tightening under the thick fur clothes. Subconsciously, I also pressed down on the wooden cup filled with water on the table and stared at Faxion's nose.
"I heard that your surname is Mograine, and you are the owner of this land?" Fathion broke the silence. He raised his head and stared at Darien's face with his deep eyes.
"Yes, I am Darion Mograine, and I am the son of Lord Alexandros Mograine."
"Lord Mograine..." Fathion's eyes flickered. Unexpectedly, in full view of the crowd, Fathion suddenly knelt at the feet of Darien and put his right fist on his chest. It surprised everyone, including the boy with light yellow hair.
There was a dead silence.
In this room, it seemed that only the sound of muddy breathing was left.
"you?"
"I fought under your father, Master Mograine. I believe that a person with this noble surname will not disregard human life like those wanton nobles and the so-called Holy Light."
That sentence seemed to make Dallion stunned. After a while, he replied in a deep voice, "You have my guarantee."
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I never imagined that there would be such a dark cave on the cliff next to the sea to the north of the village. It was clearly daytime, but the cave was filled with black mist. In the dark depths of the cave, I could still hear a gurgling sound like mucus churning.
It was Faxion who brought us here. He refused to be followed by anyone in the village. If it weren't for my strong persistence, I think I would have been left in the village like Ricky and the others.
"What's inside?!" I immediately stood firm at the entrance of the cave, covered my nose, and arched my back defensively, "I smelled the stench, and the coldness of the shadow energy!"
Darien quietly inserted himself between me and Faxion. Through the bursts of black mist, I could only see the hair that looked like tall grass floating on the back of the farmer's head.
"It's okay, miss." Faxien turned around and reassured. Then, he stepped into the cave entrance. I saw his shadow walking towards the rock wall. Then, he rubbed it somewhere, and suddenly, there was a shadow on the wall. The torch burst into flames.
The cave seemed to be filled with crystal-like stones. The red light from the torch was reflected infinitely, and in the blink of an eye, the entire cave became bright red. In the depths of the red light, with the holy light above, I saw a rapidly rotating magic circle emitting deep purple light, and the magic circle was filled with hideous rotting corpses!
The light is distorted, and the corpses dripping with oil seem to merge into the air and be sucked into our bodies.
God, for a moment, I felt like my face was stiff and I almost vomited out.
Unable to bear it, I covered my mouth and took a step back.
Dallion immediately turned around and blocked my gaze with his chest, "Don't be afraid, Messiah." He gently held my arm, and the holy light in his palm seemed to have some kind of soothing magic, which almost made me almost The heart that flew out of the throat returned to the chest.
I squeezed the hem of his clothes hard, and finally swallowed the nausea in my throat, "What is that?! They killed someone?!"
"No, no," he frowned and glanced back quickly. It was obvious that he was also very uncomfortable, because the corners of his mouth turned down several times, "Those are the corpses of fish-men."
"Murloc? Why are there corpses of fishmen here?!"
"Miss, you have never stayed on a farm near the sea, so you must not know how ferocious and terrifying the fishmen are. They will disembowel their captives and dry them into dried meat." Unexpectedly, Faxion spoke. Said, he dragged his tattered cloak and walked to the innermost part of the cave. There, I suddenly saw a stone platform, and there seemed to be a person lying on it!
