Only then did the knight's silver armor appear at the end of the gravel road. He pulled out his sword at once, and the delicate half-sword that was mostly used for command was no less powerful in actual combat. The black and silver blade burst out with fire.
"White!" Lemmons gritted his teeth and said the fake name.
The messenger stepped back and stood directly in mid-air.
Finally, a cry of panic came from the castle. White-robed priest Arabella felt her chest was tight and even the air became thinner. This feeling was very familiar to her, and no mysterious person would be unfamiliar with it. She quickly threw down her tea cup and was about to walk to the floor-to-ceiling window.
A maid slammed open the door: "Miss Priest, someone broke into the manor!"
"Where's Master Wilfred?" Arabella turned her head.
"He...he was killed."
"Keep Sir Nedon safe," Arabella ordered. "Gather your soldiers, but no one can come forward."
The maid left in a hurry. Anyone who sees a person wrapped in wind and snow falling from the sky will not have any objection to the arrangement of the Priestess.
How is this going? Arabella looked at the confrontation outside the window, her heart beating fast. Why would anyone attack the Lancoste estate? Where did he come from? What is he doing in the manor again?
But after all, she is a white-robed priest of the Glorious Council, and the sky realm cannot scare her. Arabella forced herself to calm down, and the fighting in the courtyard had begun. On one side is a strange enemy, and on the other side is Lord Lemons, the paladin captain who has taken good care of her.
On the gravel road.
"Croita's messenger!" The knight held his sword in both hands and stood ready. He shouted to the frosty ruler, "We are invited!"
What he meant was not the invitation from the Sky Tower, but the request from the Eastman Kingdom. The Morris Mountains have been the border of the kingdom since ancient times, and a hundred years ago the sky above the mountains was given to the Glorious Council as a price. The nobles of the kingdom did not think this was a shame. None of them cared about a high sky that mortals could not set foot on, not even Tracy and Norman.
Joey wears the Night Whisper ring, and there is nothing above his neck. But the wind and snow sweeping the front yard still made his old rival recognize his identity. Lemons remembered that they fought in White Gorge City, the former capital of Motog. Alexia was still Lemons' deputy at that time, and she was brave and fearless as a priest.
It's a pity that this bravery cannot impress Joey. The young man easily cut off her arm and froze the priestess's holy body in ice. A bone-chilling chill spread along the severed limbs to her blond hair and chin, like snow-white snakes kissing the Priestess' cheek.
And that was originally the place where Lemons kissed with his lips in his most secret and shameful dream. Paladins were never monks, yet Joey almost killed his lover and comrade.
Lemons deplored this, but he couldn't even hate the messenger - that battle was the end of a conflict between Croita and the Glorious Council, and the cause of the incident was that local farmers robbed Lucia's branch church to transport food. fleet.
Astrologers only care about star paths and omens, and they can decipher countless answers from images they barely understand. Therefore, they are the least involved mysterious organization in battles and the most likely to provoke meaningless wars.
Joey is not an astrologer. He is at best a mystic who belongs to Croita and takes orders during the war.
"We are invited, the messengers of the Sky Tower." Lemons repeated, "You have no right to harm guests from the vassal country."
A series of icicles smashed down, and the rain of arrows left the cobblestone road full of holes. Lemons crossed the back of the sword, the crystal on the counterweight lit up with a golden shield, and the magic power suddenly collided.
"Shelter"!
But Bingyu failed to make any achievements, and the messenger didn't care. He pointed at the floor-to-ceiling window on the top floor of the castle, and a burst of cold light penetrated the glass, causing the white-robed priest behind him to exclaim. Joey tilted his head, as if wondering why his enemy's partner had been changed.
They had to change people, Lemons thought. After the battle in White Canyon City two years ago, Alexia still couldn't regain her will to fight. The gods did not comfort her, her broken limbs were not repaired, and power and wealth could not replace her desire - she dreamed of returning to the Holy Knights and her lover. Lucia should have mercy on her, she had never blasphemed her faith.
"Get away! Arabella, stay away!"
Lemmons didn't think the little priest could help, and without the help of the priest he might not be a match for the messenger. But he would rather be at a disadvantage than his new partner die. Maybe this will be his last battle, maybe he can fight not for the gods or honor, but only for the long-suppressed sorrow and regret in his heart. No one can blame anything.
The Tower of Sky has many messengers and great astrologers, but Bai is undoubtedly the most troublesome one.
It has been three years since the Paladin Commander crossed the Path of Death, but unlike the Ring Level, the essence of the Sky Realm lies in the communication of laws. The God of gods and the king of gods created the law of order, which binds mystery and belongs to mystery. Since the fire was lit, the bridge between mystery and soul has been established. Mystics call law order, precisely because the magic that causes mystery itself is an unshakable order and the principle of this world.
The deeper the understanding of the world, the more stable and powerful the fire in the sky will be.
"No!" Priestess got up from the carpet and shouted at the awe-inspiring figure in the air.
Lucia! Is this girl crazy?
If there was any reason to keep Lemons sane during this damn sudden attack, it was undoubtedly the presence of Priestess. She has a mission and is her new partner. The knight commander couldn't stand this increasingly chaotic situation. He was about to shut up the other party in annoyance when he heard the girl say:
"Dear Messenger! I am the apostle of Lucia, the God of Light, a devotee who serves justice and light; Croyta stands in the sky, exploring the stars day and night. Our beliefs originate from the same source. Thousands of years ago, we were the guards of Nok Are you an ally of Si, and now you want to fight each other when we meet?"
Her voice was clear and composed, echoing through the Lancaster estate. The sincerity in the words was felt by everyone, as obvious as the sapphire cornflowers on the white snow. Joey turned his invisible head and finally looked squarely at this young priest of the first level.
"Hand over the Elf Gold Cup." He spoke for the first time in the battle.
Gold cup? Lemons couldn't help but be startled. That piece of elf antique—what did the messenger want with it? It was obvious that this was not his decision. "Did Croita get a precognition about the Elven Gold Cup?"
"It's a Winnie Watts thing."
"The Paladins will not take anything by force. We gave a fair price and the transaction is over." Lemons explained.
Unexpectedly, the messenger could not get in. "Hand over the Elven Gold Cup."
The magic shook the air and let out a loud roar. The headless man didn't wait for the knight to answer, and directly triggered the mystery. His figure was light and thin, hidden in the sudden blizzard. The howling wind shattered the castle's glass, and the Priestess let out a restrained scream; the branches of the tree crown whipped each other, and the flag that was not firmly hung on the top of the castle was pulled up to the sky.
Get away, you stupid girl! The paladin captain's heartbeat quickened and he took the lead in slashing through with his sword. He didn't expect to accomplish anything with his sword, but it might cause the enemy to pause for a moment, at least giving Priestess time to escape. His iron boots were nailed to the ground, and the blade's light broke away from the edge of the sword. It swept through the air and blew away snow flakes and ice flakes. It was faster than the spears and arrows fired by the city crossbow, but it met a snow-white barrier that had been prepared for a long time——
The sound of shattering echoed through the sky.
The cold blade fell from top to bottom, not towards the room not far away, but towards Lemons in front of the door. The Holy Knight Captain never dreamed that the other party said he wanted to seize the gold cup, but in fact he still came for him.
Lemmons only had time to stretch out his hand to block, and the knight's iron glove absorbed the blow. The short sword was blocked. But Joey's weapon never had any shape. The blade could pop out when he flipped his wrist, and then turned into an axe. He stabbed, slashed, slashed, and kicked back at the knight one after another. His speed and weirdness made it difficult for Lemons to resist, let alone the time he could use to resist the magic.
Arabella rushed out of the room holding the gold cup, and Lemons could no longer see her. He prayed that the other party would not stay in the castle, as that would only bring disaster to innocent people.
He would have preferred Priestess to throw the thing downstairs and smash it to pieces. Giving up a useless old gadget in exchange for the safety of the entire Lancaster estate, Lemmons was more than happy to broker a good deal.
