When he was still an apprentice in a shop, Uriel never dreamed that he could walk in the vast and majestic castle. But now, including Frostleaf Castle, he has broken into the territory of this kind of noble twice, and he no longer feels surprised or satisfied.
Although he is still an apprentice.
Uriel stopped, and in front of him was Kamaria's main city castle. The rotten door has collapsed, revealing half of the face of the golden beast squatting in front of the stairs. The marks on it are mottled and scattered, and its eyes embedded with colored glass are its only remaining majesty. The railings that serve as handrails shine in the sunlight, making people ignore the lonely wooden poles in the shadows. The decorative armors at the bottom of the steps were intact, but Uriel would rather they remained only weathered remains.
York and Meimei both followed him. The former was thinking about his prediction, and the latter would never be the first to step forward even if the glass was worth six gold coins unless the apprentice put the gloves stained with aconite into his mouth. . They were in front of the castle gate, but no one made any move. Uriel had no choice but to suppress his anxiety and push open the remains of the door. Another pair of glazed eyes met his. He felt the knots rising on his arms.
"Do you think there's something here?" Meimi's voice rose and fell. He was very nervous, God knows what he was nervous about, and it wasn't him who did it.
"You'll have to go in to find out." The apprentice took the lead in stepping into the hall. York followed closely behind, only the little gray wolf hesitated. "I was worried it would collapse," Meme defended herself.
"Kamariya is the city of projection, you can rest assured of its solidity."
"Black Moon Lake is absorbing magic power, and Kamaria is weakening."
It seems that werewolves have a strong feeling for their hometown. "The armor can still move." The apprentice pointed out, "It means it hasn't reached that point yet." I thought you had nothing but gold coins in your eyes.
"I always feel like there's something scary here."
"You always feel like you're not safe anywhere," York said.
"This is a mysterious place, so it's normal to be unsafe." Meimi ignored his ridicule, "And you took the initiative to find anomalies. As adventurers, do you think this is a reliable thing?"
You're right, adventurer has nothing to do with the word. But I'm not a risk taker. "There is very strong magic here, maybe it is the source of the projection."
"The source of Kamaria's magic power should be on the Broken Moon." York questioned.
"There is no moon here," the apprentice said. "We have been here for so long, and the sky has not changed. Logically speaking, it is night outside now. I doubt it will always be daytime here."
He stopped behind the door and did not enter the castle. "Kamariya is a mysterious object that circulates with the magic power of Black Moon Lake through the Broken Moon. But now you have also discovered that Kamaria's magic power is weakening."
Meimi nodded. Although the little gray wolves are not mystics, they are born with the ability to sense the magic of the moon in the atmosphere. Of course, without fire as a guide, this kind of perception cannot be upgraded to utilization.
"Without the Broken Moon, Kamaria would be like this. She needs the moonlight, and there is only daylight here. The daytime is also strange." Uriel stared at the shadow. The sunlight washed away the stone bricks and candlesticks, leaving only crisp threads of grass on the carpet. Sedges spread and drooped from the corners, and moss overflowed in the cold slits. "Elves don't live in a place where there is no distinction between day and night. They also worship the moon. At least that was the case in the past." There is a broken moon painted on the pendant.
"It makes sense. That's why we went to the tallest castle to look for clues." York looked around the front hall. "The City of the Moon is in tatters. I can't think of any other place that is as full of... royal aura as this one." Regardless of the scenery in front of the door, the towering castle is indeed the most complete building. When they stood at the tunnel exit, the first thing they saw was the platform on the flanks of this magnificent tower.
"If this was a palace, we would have to go to the top floor to see the throne." Meimi's eyes lit up, "The elves' throne will definitely be inlaid with gems and pearls."
"And it's very strong." The mercenary added.
"Then give it a try." Little Gray Wolf stretched out his claws, "No one wants me to build the railway again!"
Uriel realized that he didn't care much about the wealth in front of him. "Be careful, most of the armors here are decorations." This means that they will come in handy a thousand years after the end of the dynasty. "Before we go to the top floor, we'd better clear out the 'Steel Rock Knight' first."
"That's a good name. I bet they will be much more powerful than the old ones." It wouldn't be surprising even if a whole set of armor is made of metal mixed with steel and rock. York waved his sword, "You'd better follow me, stuffed toy dog. Otherwise, your claws will be blunted before you even reach the throne."
This time it was the apprentice who took the lead, followed by York. He insisted that he was sensitive to the movement of the armor, actually in order to better capture the flow of magic power. Kamaria's abnormality is visible to the naked eye, but not everyone can discover the real reason. What's more, this is a magical city, and its source may really be the Broken Moon.
Thankfully, the front room was reasonably clean.
The apprentice didn't notice anything unusual until he stepped onto the stairs. He held the short knife and carefully explored this unknown castle. The uneven marble on the ground rubbed against his shoes, and dust sometimes fell from above his head. The non-stop heartbeat was shaking his eardrums, and Uriel had to admit that his so-called perception was just a mysterious addition, and he had no achievements in the field of real investigative skills. I could detect nothing but my own nervousness.
Being calm is a good habit, but it’s not easy to develop. When he was annoyed at his own incompetence, he did not forget to use illusions to calm his mood. But the future can only be seen once, and Uriel can't guarantee that he can do his best - the story of the goblin depends on this one and only time, and I must record everything here.
The dividing line between darkness and light is right under your feet.
Uriel felt the surge of magic power.
The impact came so unexpectedly that he could only curl up subconsciously. Loud noises, flashes of light, and pain followed, embracing his consciousness in turn. He rolled down the steps. The numbness and labor pain came from the back touching the stone steps, as if there were swarms of insects crawling across my back. The apprentice couldn't help but groan. Fortunately, he threw away the short blade in time, otherwise it would have drank the blood of its master.
"Devil," Memie screamed beside him. "Devil! Devil! Devil!" It was as if he could only say this one word.
Then there was the crisp sound of metal hitting, and the muffled groan of the mercenary. The sound woke Uriel. The apprentice opened his eyes and saw York standing behind them. The adventurer put one foot against the step and pressed his left hand on the sword. The protruding joints and the hot air meant that his strength was at a stalemate.
The enemy across from him was not a human being, nor was he wearing a knight's armor. Body of gold, claws of beasts. The sharp points of the fangs bit down, intending to crush the long sword that lay across it. Swirling orange-red flames bound the sharp claws in mid-air, and there was only a pair of glazed eyes behind the twisted air.
Uriel felt cold all over for a moment. "statue?"
The adventurer's sword made a bending cry. He quickly got up, trying to ignore the discomfort emanating from every part of his body. The apprentice knew that there was another beast, and York didn't need to worry about it himself.
The short knife was at his feet, and behind him was the little werewolf Mimi. Uriel picked him up by the neck and threw him towards the higher platform as the little wolf screamed. The next second, a cold wind blew across his face. Without thinking, the apprentice rushed towards the open space in the front hall.
The stone steps shattered behind him.
The golden beast stood on the steps on all fours, its muscular body shining brightly. York immediately gave up the stalemate, and his body suddenly spread into a point of light, and then reunited not far from Uriel. The armor and sword were still neatly dressed by him.
"What is that?" York was obviously trying to endure a curse word.
The sword blade in his hand was covered with scratches, the most profound of which was a circular groove that almost penetrated. This was undoubtedly what the monster-like thing had just bitten out.
"Same as armor." Uriel stared at the two tiger-like golden monsters. "Looks like we've found the right place."
"Everything can move in this damn place."
"So far, there are only knight armors and golden statues." The apprentice still remembers the stone sculptures by Black Moon Lake, they are very honest. Could it be that the Fairy Lady made them afraid to move? Or has the magic power been absorbed by Broken Moon?
At this time, the golden statue jumped down and aimed at each of them. Uriel forced himself to look directly at the pair of colorful gem eyes, capturing every subtle fluctuation of magic power.
In fact, he could barely see the enemy's movements and could only rely on the rise of magic power to predict the next attack. Fortunately, with the help of magical power, the apprentice's agility was enough for him to dodge.
Uriel had never been so embarrassed when facing ghosts and necromancers. He guessed that the reason was probably because their fighting methods were very different. After escaping a fierce bite, Uriel felt his physical strength drop. I had to distance myself, and he tightened his grip on the dagger. This is not a sword, the apprentice secretly regretted that it lacks sufficient length.
Maybe magic wouldn't care.
The magic power flows into the sharp blade like an arm and a finger. Uriel did not dodge anymore, nor did he intend to collide with the heavy statue with his free left hand - if he had a shield, he would probably not take such a risk. The strong wind, a symbol of strength, brushed against his forehead. Uriel raised the blade and bent his knees. He couldn't help but widen his eyes as the shadow enveloped him; the rough stone ground rubbed against the leather wrapped around his instep and calf, but the heat and peeling pain were not as painful as the pull on his wrist.
The golden monster let out a howl of pain, as if it wanted to scream out the pain endured by its opponent. The apprentice was not sure about the flexibility of his body, but the enemy's light and slender limbs did spare his life. He pushed his body backwards as hard as he could, praying that his forward thrust was enough. After escaping the strangulation of the giant mouth and forelimbs, the short knife filled with power directly cut open the beast's lower jaw and even its abdomen.
Liuli's eyes dimmed.
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