All living beings in this world, whether they are humans or other races, birds and beasts, or even humble insects, all have an instinctive pursuit of light.
Light represents life, represents hope, represents everything.
People crave it, but to a certain extent they also think it is something they cannot desire and are not qualified to have.
The polytheistic beliefs of the southern region in the classical era once described a person who "flyed towards the sun with wings made of wax without knowing the height of the sky and the height of the sky. Finally, the wings were burned away by the light and heat and fell." There is also a Laman proverb about "a moth fluttering". Fire, self-destruction" and other similar expressions.
This aspect reflects people's pursuit of it and their belief that they should remain in awe.
The White Church also often quotes when describing demons and undead and other "evil products hated by God": "They cannot survive under the light of God. Whether it is the light of the stars, the moon or the sun, it will definitely make this difference." Pure things are reduced to ashes." Such a description.
Although it is almost common knowledge that high-level demons live in a hell full of fire, Henry and his group have also witnessed the walking corpses and even the ghouls living under the moonlight and bright sun. Scenes of free movement. But like so many other unjustifiable errors, the teachings of the White Church are less about hard facts and more about what the preachers want people to believe.
Even if the dead and demons are not harmed by light, they will certainly not pursue light.
Because it is something that only the living can feel, pure light and warmth, bringing life and hope.
"Mira?" Margaret was stunned, and even Henry frowned.
The white-haired Luoan girl didn't even carry the armed belt she put aside. She straightened her body as if she was being controlled by someone, and walked towards the depths of the dense forest ancient capital without even holding a torch.
"Hey! Look!" "What's going on!" "Stop her!"
The sudden change caused the mercenaries and merchants to scramble for a while, and Mira disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye. Filippo, Margaret, Mikhail, Constantine and others on the side all grabbed torches one after another, but before them, Henry and Horno had already braved the dark night. He chased him directly.
"Huh——" The huge vine with thick wrists was obviously the result of the influence of magic. Constantine and the four of them reacted quickly and caught up with Henry and Horno in just one minute, and when the firelight illuminated the two For a moment, everyone felt a strange touch like a breeze blowing on the face.
"Is this?" This is an indescribable feeling, like a breeze blowing on the face, but it is not blocked by the skin, but goes straight through the entire body.
"Magic wave." Horno answered in short words, and Henry, who was kneeling on one knee, checked the footprints left on the grass on the ground: "This way." At the moment Mira disappeared forward. He appeared to be very calm, which may have something to do with the meaning contained in the magic wave. Even Constantine and Margaret, who were not familiar with magic, were able to escape from the breeze just now. Feel the peace and kindness in the face.
"Don't be bewitched." But Horno reminded them in a serious tone: "Don't forget the witch!" She said this, which made people wake up instantly like a bucket of cold water being poured over their head.
"Stay on guard!" Constantine wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and shouted an order in the direction of the camp that could still be seen behind him. Then, he looked at Mikhail.
It was not a good thing for the two leaders in the team to leave. The knight adjutant realized his responsibility. He nodded and returned to the camp.
Henry in front had already taken the lead and chased him out. Not to mention that there was still some moonlight, he could still walk on the ground even in the bleaker night.
Horno stayed with the others, and they moved at a slightly slower pace through the dense green vegetation.
"I didn't expect that there are still surviving monsters, but this magic wave -" Miss Elf murmured to herself. As the road progressed, everyone began to feel more and more the breeze that penetrated their bodies and minds. There are various emotions contained in the face.
Soft and warm, but with a hint of warmth at the same time.
"Fear?" Constantine said with a frown. Margaret next to her trembled because she felt the emotion that seemed to be full of hostility around her - she had a slight intention of retreating, but Mira was her only friend. Therefore, he finally mustered up the courage to restrain himself, and Filippo, who was aware of this, protected Margaret.
"What the hell is that!" Maybe he was also affected by the emotions contained in the magic wave, or maybe he simply hated things he didn't understand. Horno's pretty little face was frowning, and she responded with words full of magic. However, before the magic wave emitted came into contact with the opponent, it made the other three people around her feel uncomfortable.
Magic is difficult to fully explain in layman's language, but everyone has a unique "personal domain". When other individuals with strong magical power intentionally express their will, if this will is extremely aggressive, it will definitely make other people feel uncomfortable.
This feeling can be described as a change in air pressure. Most people will feel difficulty breathing or even nausea and retching due to the pressure.
"Hey-" Filippo coughed, Margaret also turned pale, and Constantine called out to Horno.
"You who hide in the darkness, show your true colors!" But the Elf lady didn't care about the three of them at all. She then shouted loudly in Elvish language, and at the same time stretched out her palms towards the sky.
"Wha--" The faint blue light dispersed.
"Uh-" The words that were threatening before were like a shock this time. The three people standing around who lacked magic protection felt a splitting headache and were speechless. But then the gentle wave of magic power that was the same as before came again, which made them feel much better. At the same time, they also felt that the fear contained in it became more and more profound.
Apparently, what Horno did scared that target.
Not to mention it, even the other three standing beside her were a little dissatisfied. But considering that she was ignorant of the world and had lived with people of her own race who were equally powerful in magic, this behavior was probably normal for Horno. She just didn't expect that humans were so weak that they couldn't even protect themselves. .
"——" Horno's brows wrinkled and relaxed, which was already an extremely rich emotional expression for an elf.
The magic wave spread again, and suddenly, the fear that made people feel like they were weakened a lot.
It's like a traveler walking through the cold wind found a mountain hut with a bonfire.
It's like finally returning to a warm home despite the pouring rain.
"It has not changed, which means it is passively emitted. He is still young and cannot control it freely." Horno whispered to himself in Elvish language, then turned around and said to the three people in Laman language: " It should be no harm."
At this time, Constantine and the other three people also understood that what she was doing was some form of detection spell. Miss Elf's vigilance is not wrong. After all, not everyone is Henry. After encountering the witch's mind-manipulating magic that transcends human cognition, it is better to be more cautious when encountering similar scenes.
Constantine stared at Horno carefully for a while. As a noble, he saw and heard a lot, but the magic used by the elves really opened his eyes.
——This is almost the same thing as "magic" in human conventional cognition.
It is true that the various elemental spells used by human magicians are worthy of their names in the eyes of ordinary people. But compared with the profoundness and mystery of the magic principles of the elves, it pales into insignificance.
If ordinary people are lucky enough to see it once, it will definitely become a good source of conversation, so it is an eye-opener. But Constantine is not an ordinary person. After seeing the magic performed by Horno, the first thought that came to his mind was——
"——How can this be used for me?"
"Let's catch up quickly." But Margaret suddenly interrupted the knight commander's thinking, and he focused on the present again. Although Mira's sudden disappearance was also very concerning, what Constantine really cared about was Henry and what he did.
"It doesn't matter if a blind man touches an elephant, let me see what you can do." Quoting the allusion from the classical Raman era again, Constantine said in a low voice and caught up with the three people in front of him.
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'Crying. '
'Someone is crying. '
'I have to go help. '
Her body moved involuntarily, as if she was in it, but also as a bystander watching her actions.
what is that?
Who is it, trembling?
Like my old self.
Alone in the cold darkness, with no one around to really help. Yes, good deeds, some people will try to do good deeds, but no one's actions are really unrelated to interests and purely out of good intentions. You can tell it from the depth of the pupils of their eyes on their smiling faces. No matter how well they hide it, they can always see through their intentions.
They always act with the intention of getting something in return.
"This is half-hearted goodwill for self-satisfaction." A very tall person said this. Even though his figure has grown in height, he still feels very reliable, as if he can block all disasters in the world.
"What is the difference between what you did and those who caused all this?" The warmth coming from those rough hands was unquestionable, pure, and mellow.
Then he turned back and looked down at himself.
Those are an amazing pair of eyes.
This was the first time in her short but far from ordinary life that she met such a pair of eyes.
It has nothing to do with profit and does not do this behavior just to gain something for myself.
Complex has nothing to do with words like simple or naive. But she didn't know why, deep down, somewhere in the deepest place, she saw a trace of purity.
You are the light that shines into my life.
Maybe one day you will be criticized by the whole world, but even then, I think I will stand firmly behind you.
What is it that I want to do?
She often thinks about this problem.
Are you simply following him?
No.
Yes.
It was because I longed for that figure that I decided from the beginning. I will probably meet people in the same situation as me at that time in my future life.
Then when that time comes, I must be like him.
To be the light that guides that person.
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"Oh my god——"
The torch in Margaret's hand almost fell to the ground.
Filippo's eyes widened, and even Constantine showed a rare look of surprise.
"Shh-" Henry turned around and raised his hand as a sign of silence. The group of them walked through the dense vines and trees and arrived at the open space in the square in front of the former City Lord's Palace. Due to the towering City Lord's Mansion, there are not too many trees growing here, so the moonlight can shine down.
And on the ground illuminated by the bright moonlight, Mira sat with a pure white pony.
But that alone is not enough to surprise everyone.
As we mentioned before, the horses living here have been affected by magic for two thousand years and have changed. There is a huge gap between them and ordinary horses.
So if you think about it carefully, this is not impossible.
But even so, when the group of people saw the short spiral horns on the head of the little pony that was sleeping peacefully with its head on Mira's lap, what they felt was still difficult to describe in any words. of shock.
There are very few legendary beasts in this world, and many people even think that they do not exist in reality.
But even so, people only have more legends about it.
I don’t know how many local myths correspond to it and the evil dragon. Different from the black dragon that summons destruction and death, this pure white horse is a pure symbol of hope that brings light in adversity.
At this moment, it was peacefully kneeling on all fours, placing its chin on the white-haired girl's thigh, and fell asleep happily.
"Perhaps our luck is not so bad after all." Just like the legend of witches and dragons, the image of unicorns is deeply rooted in the hearts of the Lamanite people.
Now that the entire team has suffered a huge blow and has low morale, being able to meet the legendary symbol of hope, even if it is just false self-deception, will eventually give people the motivation to move forward.
"" Constantine looked at Henry, but the sage did not look back, but looked straight at Mira and the foal who were clinging to each other and falling asleep.
