Fairy Kamaria turned her eyes and looked at the two "conditions" on the silver table. The young man brought by Jinbei was still sleeping, but the little guy who had been trapped in the tunnel a year ago had his eyes closed and a layer of hair grew on his face.
"He will be obedient," said the goblin. "Even in Kamaria." She didn't care whether Meimi was pretending to be comatose. Anyway, he would be back in the arms of Broken Moon in ten minutes. "When this is over, we must hide. Croita is one side, but the important thing is the Nameless One..."
Meimi didn't dare to move. His ears were itching unbearably from the cold wind, but if he were to stretch out his claws, this would definitely be more terrifying than enduring the discomfort. Only when the goblin and the ancient elf king looked away did he dare to quietly take a look at his situation.
According to the words of the lying water fairy, I have ten minutes at most to live. It was only when he thought about this problem that he began to despair. From the collapse of the Angmar tunnels to lingering in the past, this mood has been there for quite some time. Meimi almost forgot that there is a night of fear every two months. When he woke up in confusion, the panic was comparable to despair.
Meimi opened his eyes. He first looked at the sky in confusion and prayed to the Broken Moon for a while, but as expected, he didn't get any response. They always get nothing but madness. The Elf King of Alanvor believes that sticking to one's faith is a commendable thing, but Meimi doesn't know why she does this.
I am a werewolf, so I should believe in the moon.
This is what he told himself whenever he had doubts. The little gray wolf didn't know what his ancestors thought. Is the atonement for Kamaria a curse engraved in the blood? The ancestors were defeated by the elves and lost their hometown, but the consequences of their defeat will be felt by future generations.
But he doesn't have to worry that he will die of madness. He will become a sacrifice for the resurrection of Kamaria Fairy and the Elf King. Maybe a sacrifice. Meimi had no idea what use he could be used for. There will be people who need him in the tunnels, even Uriel and York regard him as a companion when exploring treasures, but in Winniewats, in the ice territory, there is not even a single person willing to let him work. For an ancient king, ending his short life with a plan that has been planned for thousands of years may be a good deal for races other than werewolves.
I want to live. He thought sadly, I want nothing more than to go back to Whinneyworth with the treasure. Broken Moon is looking at me. He can't help but avoid the night sky. He can't help me, just like always.
The little gray wolf looked away because the goblin didn't even restrain him. In front of the mystic, a wolf is not much different from a dog. My claws cannot grasp the water, let alone the soul. York and Uriel can do it, they are mystics. He wished he was too.
A stranger lay beside him, also a mysterious creature. The fear Meimi got from him was not far different from that of the former Elf King. He is Uriel's companion and comes from the Tower of Sky. The little gray wolf had only heard of that name, but he soon realized during the conversation between Nickles and Aurora that this was a big shot on par with the Paladin Captain of the Council of Radiance.
Just not very lucky. Meimi glanced at him furtively. The little gray wolf had no idea what the sky realm meant, but he knew that the opponent could at least defeat the fairy Aurora.
Meme could see clearly than Uriel that the envoy did not notice the existence of Niklos at that time. He remembered that he flew up and the messenger arrived on the other side of the lake almost at the same time. Aurora also stretched out her hand, but at Bai's speed he would definitely not be caught. The twist of the matter is that the target of the goblin lady is not Meimi.
It was a piece of armor—Meimi felt that she was not dazzled. The goblin pulled out a necklace or something from the armor. Anyway, when he was dizzy and about to be caught by Bai, she threw the necklace at the messenger. It seemed to be a mysterious object with some kind of stabilizing power. The wind and snow immediately stopped, and he himself didn't move at all.
What follows is nothing unexpected. The water thawed and hung the rope around the messenger's neck to ensure that it would not fall. Meimi immediately lost consciousness and only regained consciousness when she reached the platform.
"Make sure it doesn't fall off" though?
Meimi held on to her luck and tried her best to look at the messenger without turning over. A shiny, white pendant hangs on the young man's chest, shining in the moonlight.
Blessed by the Broken Moon, he thought to himself, then stretched out his claws and gave a sharp tug -
…
When Uriel finally climbed up to the castle and lay outside a ring on the ceiling, Aurora was still talking about the Unknown One. His arm paused for a moment, making a pause gesture to his companion. The latter slowly coiled up in rope-like circles and transformed into a human form again.
"That's not okay, Timir. The royal court of Faftanna is full of mist elves, and they will never be happy to see you." The goblin said, "When they left, they also handed over your secrets to future generations. Now many Alanvor elves know that their former monarch was a nameless one."
York came closer and moved his fingers in confusion.
"We'll talk later." Uriel lip-synced at him. He really hoped that the other party could have a tacit understanding with him.
He suddenly remembered that the mercenary and his companions all spoke in a somewhat weird standard language, but he himself actually had a southern Eastman accent. To be honest, the apprentice himself is not sure whether his enunciation is clear when speaking normally, let alone such temporary lip communication.
But with Gaia's blessing, York hesitated for a moment and lay down not far from him, motionless. Uriel followed his gaze and saw the little gray wolf completely entangled in a waterweed, hanging upside down on the pillar with a confused look on his face.
"..."
He didn't know what mood he was in as he continued searching, and for a moment he even forgot to listen to the conversation below. Fortunately, just by moving the direction, the apprentice saw His Excellency the Messenger lying flat on the silver platform in the dream, as if he was asleep. Uriel felt relaxed for no reason.
"The unknown person became a street rat, and there must be some credit to the Glorious Council." The translucent shadow said.
"A thousand years ago, your attitude towards the Nameless Ones was no better than that of the Parliament's agents." The goblin pointed out.
"I have reason to suspect that they opened a passage to the abyss."
"But you also know that the main culprit of the disaster is just one of the associations."
"Association? I don't know."
"A thousand years is enough time for these homeless dogs to grow up - Oh, Timir, you know I'm not talking about you." Aurora put her hand into the flames, "They may have formed an organization. Nameless A mysterious association of hunters, maybe a mutual aid society, maybe a mysterious organization like Chloe and the Council of Light. But there is one difference: they are harder to find than the lizards hiding in the underground world. A group of poor lizards came together in a group to give I gave my new home a name.”
"The Organization of the Nameless Ones...the Mysterious Society."
"Or a secret society. After the Dawn War, the Nameless Ones have been confirmed as the minions of Chaos. Their life is worse than the undead, at least those corpses still have Gavash. The Nameless Ones come from various races, and they live in Nok On Sri Lanka’s land.”
"Then this matter must be considered in the long term." The ancient king nodded heavily, "If necessary, I may borrow the power of the devil, just like I did thousands of years ago. As long as I keep my heart, I will still be a subject of order. Devil It was more like what the Glorious Council did. Even at the end of their rope, those fanatical followers of Lucia firmly believed that the wizards of the Silent School were traitors who communicated with the abyss... To get the truth from the prejudice, unless their goddess appeared in person. Tell me, Aurora, which one is the largest unknown society so far?"
"Even the fairies don't know much about the Nameless Ones, but everyone knows about the greatest enemy of the Glorious Council. They are an extremely secretive organization, so much so that this so-called 'mortal enemy' still exists in intelligence records and the records of the seven mysterious organizations. Legend has it. I’m not sure if it’s true or not.”
"Secret society." The Elf King sighed in admiration or regret, "It's worthy of the name." He understood how the elves are a well-informed group.
But no matter what, this is a clue after all. Aurora had to tell her best friend completely. "The Council's inquisition dubbed them the 'Miststar Order' because one of its leading figures appeared to be related to Fife Tanner."
Aurora noticed that the ancient king was slightly moved, and she knew that this message was very valuable to him. "But based on word of mouth from some unknown people, I learned that their real name should be 'Mysterious End'."
"The Nameless One does have extraordinary power, but compared with the mystery, I don't think it is possible to compare the two." The Elf King commented. "But since they are a large secret society, they must have a fixed base. Aurora, tell me where these poor people secretly meet every day?"
"That's all I know, Timir."
"Are there no nameless ones among fairies?"
"The nameless one among the fairies is no better off than her companions." Aurora explained, "Since we are born as creatures of order, most of the same kind who awaken as the nameless ones will lose the power of fairies and cannot even communicate with each other. We cannot To accept the same kind of people like this... they are already another species."
The last king of Alanvor brushed his hand over her shoulder. "When communication is impossible, your actions are really understandable. Communication is the cornerstone of all contact, and no one's soul is transparent."
"You are now." The goblin teased with a smile.
"Soon it won't be."
"Timiel, I don't think we need to pay attention to the 'End of Mystery'. It doesn't matter whether the Nameless Ones are demons, but the Glorious Council... no, the entire mysterious realm is hostile to them. The power of the association cannot be ignored, but Even with organization, those guys are not necessarily in a safer situation than if they were acting alone.”
"Aurora, what I want is not safety. It seems there are other reasons, and you don't need to hide it from me."
The goblin let out a sigh. "After the demon hunting movement, the association completely lost track. I suspect they have disbanded. The Nameless Ones have no place in the Land of Order, and the power of demons is no different than a nightmare to these people."
"A loose organization." The ancient Elf King was not disappointed. "A drop of water cannot fight against the sun, nor can an entire lake." The flag behind him fluttered in the wind. "They lack a leader."
"That would be very hard."
“The resurrection itself requires courage, the courage to take responsibility and toil.”
"If you surrender to the Nameless One, then our enemies will not only be the Apostles of Chaos." Aurora reminded him.
"My enemies are never limited to demons," Nicholls replied. "The Delvites, the Brooks... before they bowed their knees to Alanwo, Bunian III never felt that he needed to be safe. He led his knights to flatten South Binnia Io, and every city that resisted was destroyed. All destroyed."
"You are not inferior to him, my king."
"I will." Nickles noticed that the sleeping young man on the altar seemed to be waking up. He turned his head and saw Meimei rocking back and forth. "There are not many ritual vessels left to worship Broken Moon, otherwise he wouldn't be so energetic."
"Why did you keep him awake?"
"This is not a mysterious creature, Aurora. Tonight is a full moon. When he is awake, the broken moon feeds him more magic power than when he is asleep. This can ensure that the werewolf will not go crazy."
Niklos walked off the silver platform and floated on the withered vine throne. The little gray wolf froze for a moment, motionless like a sculpture.
"Look, the magic of the moon is gathering towards him."
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