"If you want to tell me that you still have a purpose hidden under the repair coordinates, then I won't be surprised at all." Uriel sat down, his mouth was dry, and the kettle in his hand could not quench his thirst.
"But you said 'to protect Knox'."
He pinched his throat and said, "With all due respect, Joey, I really don't think you will be willing to be the executor of this task. Chloe has more than one messenger, right?"
"Newell is a necromancer." Joey was not annoyed. "Until we understand the situation, we can't tell whether he is from Gavash."
"You didn't know that the culprit was a fallen Death Apostle before the potion was spread."
"So the point of the problem is not Gavash. The Cloud Train will cause chaos in the laws, and the Kingdom of the Dead is not the only enemy waiting for this opportunity just outside Knox."
Uriel looked surprised, "More than one?"
Joey paused, looking like he was debating whether to change the subject or explain things clearly. The latter would undoubtedly be a lengthy conversation, and the messenger would not be happy to teach and answer questions one after another.
The apprentice made the right choice, Joey is not suitable to be a mentor.
"Do you know about the Great Alliance of St. Mirende?"
Finally he got Sauron to write.
"I thought you definitely knew the answer to this kind of question." Uriel replied.
"Yes, but the process of admitting one's ignorance is indispensable." The ring was as disgusting as ever, "There are many mysterious people who have only a partial understanding of this history. I really want to know what kind of benefits they gave their mentors." Finally able to graduate from the apprenticeship stage. They have simply made an indelible contribution to the regressive development of the mysterious world. Why does Croita abolish the ancient rule of throwing unqualified apprentices off the tower? These people should be removed from the side of order like demons..."
"Will the mentor allow the apprentice to graduate early?"
“Lighting the fire and exploring the mystery are two preparations. The former is to make one's body and soul reach certain conditions, while the latter is for career selection. There are always people who regard the former as an indicator and can't wait to turn into ashes on the path of death. After the apprentice ignites the soul flame, the mentor will never care about their occult progress.』
Søren Gerson wrote dismissively.
It could be seen that Uriel wanted to ask more, but Joey reminded him: "You are off topic."
"so sorry. ” The ring quickly closed its hand. It kept swaying in the air, as if afraid Joey would suspect it was making innuendo.
It's not a good idea to ridicule his master. Uriel asked himself that he couldn't see the young man's emotional changes. It would be better for him to do less of this kind of temptation or seeking death. Moreover, even if Joey is obsessed with increasing his magic power and burning fire, he has broken away from the shackles of the path of death, and there are no so-called rules that can restrict him.
The condensed frost flowers can last for a long time in the night wind. Uriel shuddered and had to return to the topic: "The Great Alliance of Saint Mirend, this sounds like an organization in the mysterious field. Croita, Oath Keeper Alliance, School of Silence, how many more of these fresh names can I hear?”
"A thousand years ago, you would have heard none of these names except St. Mirende. 』
The apprentice looked up at Joey subconsciously.
"Only the St. Mirend Alliance?"
"Different mystical organizations have the same name." the messenger replied. "Croita has a history of three thousand years."
Uriel couldn't imagine how long three thousand years was, but he knew what Joey meant. "The Grand Alliance of St. Mirend—is Knox's Alliance of Mystics."
"That's right. That is the common front of order. 』
"Why do people do this?"
"It's not just humans. ” Sauron corrected, “but all mysterious creatures, regardless of race. 』
"What's the reason?" The apprentice had to ask again.
"Guarding Knox"
Guard, it used the word. What is a guard? It is not a war or active attack launched by the two parties, but a complete defense.
Foreign enemies invade. Uriel realized the reason, and he couldn't help but trembled.
"From...from whom?"
"Evil Dragon Wintherspoon"
Uriel has heard of this name——
In the distant surface world, in the monastery of Sombigler, next to the crackling fireplace. Sister Mary held the Bible and recited hymns, strict and solemn scriptures, and those beautified legends made up by people. This was the children's bedtime story.
Gaia wears a shawl made of beautiful things and blesses the children at the coldest time of the year, wishing them to stay away from evil dragons. Because it is said that the evil dragon was originally a child who went astray. He had no father or mother. After tasting all the malice in life, he finally gave up kindness and purity.
The darkness took away his humanity and gave him a new life - he grew scales and sharp horns, membrane wings and bone spurs protruded from his back, until he finally transformed into a pitch-black dragon, soaring in the dark night sky. He named himself Wintherspoon and swore to the moon to destroy all beauty in the world.
Compared to demons, evil dragons transformed from humans are more cruel, powerful and violent. Before the goddess punished its sins, Wintherspoon took away the souls of countless children and used these innocent hearts as fertilizer for cultivating malice.
The apprentice told Joey and Sauron this story. He was flustered, always feeling that the legends in the outside world would become real and terrifying in the inner world.
"That's it. Sister Maria doesn't make up stories, she's told these old things every winter since I can remember."
"Fairy tales with profound meanings should be very helpful for your growth"
Joey still didn't comment.
"Maybe, but I am more concerned about other things." Uriel said uneasily, "In Knox, there is mystery and magic everywhere... I am really worried that this legend is true. The Great Alliance of St. Mirende is for Against such a formidable enemy?"
"The mystics don't gather together because of a despicable kid, and humans can't turn into dragons."
However, Sauron said. "The evil dragon Wintherspoon is the leader of the demons. It has lava flowing in its veins, a visitor from the abyss. 』
Uriel never expected that he would guess wrong. He originally thought that the mystery would inevitably include many plausible legends, because from a common sense perspective, they all had the same absurdity. But reality does not follow what one person thinks, and mystery has no logic.
But... Gaia, is it possible that the name I chanted in Knox does not belong to you?
Although the apprentice did not dare to call himself pious, he was still hit hard by the sense of loss caused by his misplaced faith.
Silence fell, and the ring stopped writing. The frost gathered together and turned into a dreamlike silvery picture.
During the process, Joey suddenly said to him: "There is nothing wrong with the teachings of the goddess Gaia."
Uriel did not expect that the envoy would say this. He looked at him in surprise, then shook his head. "How do you know about the Church of Gaia?"
"My occult major is theology. A long time ago, there were individuals called gods in Knox, and their beliefs are passed down to this day." Joey replied, "But the ancient knowledge is out of touch with the present. , which will cause a lot of trouble.”
Wait. So, your lack of experience is not due to focusing on the improvement of fire and mystery?
Uriel was stunned, "...theology?"
"A discipline that explores the mysteries of the gods." Joey didn't want to say more.
The moment the messenger finished speaking, Sauron finished drawing the picture. Both of them focused their gazes on the ground. The curved and mottled tree trunks obviously could not support expressions other than words.
Mr. Ring's paintings are extremely vivid, with the dragons and dark clouds covering the sky, the densely packed soldiers, and the skewed, discontinuous and endless lines of defenders. The tragic war is covered with a hazy and dreamy veil of silver frost, which looks full of quiet contrasting beauty.
The runes flickered, and the pictures rose up and off the ground. The lines are peeled off, bent and deformed layer by layer, and finally become a three-dimensional configuration.
During this period, little star-like frost flowers always flew out and landed on Uriel's cheeks and the tip of his nose, and he felt a chill.
"The Grand Alliance of St. Mirend, or the Knox Mysterious Creatures Alliance United Binya Io Nations and Affiliated Race Alliance Organization"
"Wait...wait, what did you just say?"
"Knox's mysterious creature..."
"I'm not asking you to say it again." Uriel broke into a cold sweat. He didn't want to hear that damn name again. "We can skip this, right?"
"But you want to know the real situation, don't you? ” Ring asked him. "Then we must unite with Biniyai from the mysterious creature Knox..."
"No, not at all. I changed my mind." The apprentice felt dizzy, "The Great Alliance of St. Mirend, I suddenly don't want to know about its past with Winserspoon. In short, it is a terrible enemy... Damn it, I I'd rather believe that fairy tales come true. Nox is the enemy of all living things, that's right... Let's talk about how it is now."
"as you wish"
Sauron answered seriously.
"Let me think about it, is there any news worth mentioning, for example - the covenant made when establishing the alliance was lost in the war"
"The covenant...was lost in the war?" Uriel repeated in disbelief. The organization that existed to protect the world, the racial covenant of all Knox, was actually lost in the war.
Did they fail, destroyed by the evil dragon?
"So how's Knox doing?"
"We actually won against Wintherspoon," Mr. Gerson wrote.
The floating images became entangled, and the translucent silver-white villains gathered into an endless army like waves, stabbing the pocket-sharp blades and spears into the enemy's body; the enemy came from outside the barriers of the law, born in the death place of desire and depravity. They are violent and ugly, covered in blood, and their saliva can corrode rock and iron.
Magical fireworks continue to collide, mysteriously tearing apart the earth and the sky——
Finally, the curtain-like darkness collapsed and collapsed. The demons under the shadow of the dragon wings, the abyssal beings with hideous faces and flames swallowing flames howled and turned into dust.
The image disintegrated into sparkling snow foam, and the night sky once again became the brightest light source in the wilderness. Uriel stared at this scene blankly, his heart fluctuating for a moment.
"...Succeeded? Then the covenant——?"
"The Grand Alliance of St. Mirend was disbanded a hundred years ago"
…
One hand pushed aside the hanging vines, revealing the mountain stream and rocky valley behind. Lemons stepped on the large aerial roots and chopped off some of the extra thick ones with a short knife.
"What are you doing there?" asked the scarf-wrapped Priestess as he wiped the back of the knife on a linen cloth. She stood quietly by the cedar tree, most of her face buried in wool and fur jacket. The cold air he exhaled turned into clouds in front of his eyes, covering those frighteningly clear and clean eyes.
Mud and grass blades stuck to the hem of her robe, staining several golden lines that spread from her shoulders to the soles of her feet. The ground became hard, and the deep green was not soft at all. The small thorns of thorns and shrubs remained on the white priest's hat, which was sharp and short, with ridges like origami. The gold wire in the center is depicted as a blazing sun, and the wooden thorns are its embellishment.
Lemons didn't answer her. "We still have half the night to go into the snowy mountains."
"The knights are tired."
"When we cross the snow-capped mountains, we can leave the Morris Mountains." After a moment of silence, the leader of the knights, Lemons, said, "There is a small town at the foot of the mountain."
Priestess nodded. "I will give orders to continue marching, Lord Lemons." She turned and left without pursuing the unanswered question.
The knight commander looked at her back and remained silent.
