This was undoubtedly the longest night Uriel had experienced since arriving in Knox. The sky in Kamaria is clear and cold, the darkness trapped in shadows driven away by the moonlight. After the secret realm was shattered, the cold wind belonging to the Ice Territory poured into his collar, and he began to miss the thick coat he had left on his mount.
Unable to wait any longer, he realized he couldn't hold on much longer. In order not to disturb the sculpture armor, Uriel chose to climb up from outside the castle. The idea is not as difficult for an apprentice with climbing experience as it would be outside the walls of Venevoise. The mercenaries felt that they could not find a suitable location to climb to the top, but Uriel did not have this worry - he could not tell everything about the internal facilities of the castle, and he would definitely not know anything about it.
"We don't need to stop halfway," he told his companions. "Go straight to the top. The palace is there."
"Windows and doors will be given special attention," the adventurer reminded.
"But the highest hall has no roof."
York understood immediately. "I'll take the door, you take the skylight."
"Aurora knows that there are two of us, and she won't be fooled." Uriel thought that such a straightforward plan was still a little too mature. Goblins can trick them into turning around, so they won't be easy enemies no matter how you think about it. What's more, there is still an ancient king's will, and they only have one chance.
He emphasized the word "know" and removed the ring and gave it to York. The light element is much faster than the apprentice himself.
It seems there is only one way to create opportunities.
"You and I jump off the skylight together." He said firmly, "Our target is Meimi."
York was very surprised: "Memie?"
"Three conditions are indispensable. Among them, the moon is related to werewolves. If Meimi is released from control, we will at least get more time."
"Time?" The adventurer frowned. Without the ability to escape Kamaria, what's the use of buying a short time? However, the apprentice looked at him uneasily, hoping that he would understand his intention.
"Then I'll go up first and then pull you up." Finally, York said. He hesitated for a moment, "Don't make me wait too long, and don't make them wait too long."
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When he climbed to the top, he finally realized that the most terrible thing was not the crumbling stone bricks, but the unblocked cold wind. If York hadn't pulled him up, Uriel was sure he would have fallen down more than three times.
"I'll untie the weeds, and you can help entangle Aurora." He lowered his voice, "I'll count to three, and then we'll jump down together. It's best to go directly to the silver platform." There shouldn't be anyone falling to death there. The apprentice knows absolutely nothing about the force of a fall.
York's eyes seemed to say good luck.
"Three...cough, let me try again." Uriel started to feel embarrassed as soon as he opened his mouth. Hell, I shouldn't have been so nervous.
The orange-faced man didn't move. He stared at the altar. Uriel took a deep breath and was about to speak again——
boom!
Violent air waves erupted from below. As if the edge of the curved terrace was hit hard, the beams and bricks immediately collapsed. The two people hiding on top were not spared either. Uriel got his wish and fell onto the silver platform. He gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming and put his arms around his head. An instinct made him roll forward quickly when he felt a slight scratch, but the severe pain of squeezing the wound still made the apprentice's vision go dark.
"Uriel!" Memie stopped pretending to be dead and screamed.
But Uriel had no time to answer. When he was finally able to think, translucent toes landed in front of his eyes. The apprentice didn't even think about it, he held the ground and tried to distance himself. There was Joey next to him, so Uriel subconsciously wanted to pull him off the altar.
But the goblin was faster than him, and the ring of water rushed straight down, almost cutting open the altar. And York fell into the distance together with a pile of rubble. The plan was completely ruined, the goblin attack had ruined everything, and now there was no one to help him.
"Your plan is not as effective as your magic." Aurora was standing on the altar. She stretched out her hand and flicked it, and the magic whip rolled down from the top of her head, and the water bombs with strong pressure smashed into stone pits on the ground. "I really hope you can calm down after staying up there for a while, but in the end you still made an irrational choice."
Uriel had no time to make any more moves, and inertia saved him from being pinned to the ground. He rolled off the altar, gravel flying behind him.
"Get out of here." The goblin lady warned for the last time, "I have no interest in taking human lives."
"But you still decided to do this." The apprentice tried to get up in embarrassment, but failed. He had no choice but to support his body with his knees, and there was a dull numb pain from the frozen wound on his back. Just when he felt that something was wrong, the ice that was about to melt suddenly re-frozen. Goddess Gaia bless.
"You have no chance." Aurora walked slowly. She landed lightly in front of the apprentice and was about to grab his shoulders.
Uriel used all his strength and pounced forward. "But it came to the door." But his slow movements were not enough to threaten him. The water around the goblin surged, almost rushing him out of the edge of the palace.
However, there was a soft sound of falling behind her. Aurora turned around, and the waterweed restraining the werewolf was cut by the thrown dagger. The apprentice's movements were to conceal the thrown dagger. Meimi fell to the ground, picked up the knife and ran away.
The water flowed like a sharp arrow, piercing in front of him. Meimi exclaimed and sat down on the ground.
"Clever." The elf lady commented. The King of Alanvor leaned on the throne indifferently, as if he was not interested in the farcical battle below.
At this time, there was a small tremor in the rubble, and the orange-faced man who was being cared for by the goblin seemed to have just woken up.
"I know your every move." Aurora announced, "Don't try to trick my eyes." Her movements were almost playful. Uriel knew that the other party actually had a hand in reserve, otherwise he would only attack with water arrows. He had already gone to see his goddess.
"Appropriate tolerance is the key to survival." Kamaria Fairy issued an ultimatum: "I hope you will not waste your efforts in vain. I will not tolerate your risk to my king again -"
Before the last syllable could be finished, a brilliant flash of light flew in from outside the door and hit the altar with a thud. She was caught off guard and took half a step back, surrounded by a group of translucent shadows that suddenly appeared. "Timir," she gasped in shock.
The King of Alanwo left his throne at some point and embraced the elf lady into the magic barrier. Flying stones hit the air in front of the two inhuman mysterious figures, making a loud rattling sound. "It's that Sita." His tone was very strange, "You were fooled, Aurora."
York is standing on the altar.
He holds a sword in his right hand and wears a ring on his left hand. The suppression of the high mystery caused the outline of his body to vaguely spread into light particles, but the halo of magic flickered around him, allowing him to regain his human form.
"You're not up there." Aurora finally understood. "You're hiding outside the door." She answered herself incredulously.
The mercenary took off the rune ring and placed it on the messenger's chest, and a blue light emerged. "You heard our plans clearly." He turned his wrist, "But you don't know which one we chose."
"None of them are useful," Aurora replied angrily. She glanced at the morning star that was getting closer in the night sky. The ripples rippled from her feet and spread to her neck. "Timir." She apologized, "I have to let you help. The ceremony must not be missed."
A gloomy magic suddenly erupted——
Aurora had no reservations anymore, and the water waves fell like a waterfall. This time, her old friend doesn't stand idly by either, as magic stirs his cloak, causing terrible mysteries.
"Kamariya's power comes from the Broken Moon, and the Sky Realm cannot resist it." The ancient king finally put aside his noble status and spoke to communicate with them. But no one would think that this was the beginning of friendship. "With excellent planning and excellent actions, you may be able to use your power to fight against the devil."
"Although I don't know much, I also know that Knox is in a rare period of peace." Uriel replied, "To me, our devil is right in front of us."
"The enemy who blocked Alan Wo's footsteps has long passed away." Niklos shook his head and stopped persuading. His heart burst into dazzling fire, and just as Uriel was about to climb onto the altar, he was pushed down by the pressure of the wind.
The goblin no longer prevented him from approaching the messenger. She has made up her mind to kill both the apprentice and the adventurer.
The strong wind tore through the sound. Uriel noticed that he briefly lost consciousness due to pain, which made his facial features seem to be separated from the outside world by a layer of water. He felt that the strength was disappearing from his limbs, and even standing up became an idea that his body resisted.
As soon as he stretched out his hand, the mercenary suddenly bumped into him from the side. As the apprentice paused on the side wall of the altar, he almost saw two morning stars in the night sky. "How are you?" he asked strugglingly.
"My magic is out of control." The adventurer complained that he had charged too much. "It's like being on a boat on the Black Moon River. There's something fighting for the magic, maybe the suppression of mystery."
"That's the magic of the moon." Aurora said, "Kamaria has left the secret realm, and it is reestablishing contact with the Broken Moon." She looked out the window: the collapsed and shattered sculptures were glued together, and the bricks were brick by brick. Flying back to the broken wall; the fallen street lamp automatically stood up, and the crooked roof realigned. This dilapidated city is gradually getting a new lease of life. "The magic of real projection should not be used on rigid buildings. The people who sacrificed their lives to defend this city need it even more."
"You took it from my ancestors!" said Meimi.
"Werewolves are vulnerable to demons." The goblin replied. "We are also the apostles of Broken Moon. However, when the werewolves abandoned their hometown and fled into the wilderness, they had already betrayed their beliefs."
She raised her head, and a cold hatred was conveyed in her voice: "When you are wailing at the moon and enduring the torture of madness and bloodthirsty, think about it, who caused all this? It was your weak and incompetent ancestors. ! Shameful betrayer! Broken Moon - that's what people call him. But before you leave, he is still whole!"
Meimi was stunned.
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