Sure enough, there was an even more bizarre follow-up. Uriel could never have imagined that Niklos' failure was not the most magical thing. Aurora's actions were simply destroying the character's personality. Most of the stage plays in the theater were to please the rich and the high-ranking people who were watching. He thought that the audience watching such a good play might be either Wiggins or Talbot.
The Kamaria elf stood up, holding a ball of fire in her hand. She no longer had the face of an elf. She rolled up the poor little wolf with the water, looked at his quivering fur and whispered: "The descendant of the betrayer."
Uriel woke up from the shock, and he immediately realized what the elf lady was going to do. "stop!"
"You are a rare person who is not stupid, but don't stop me." She said without looking back, "My ancestors have waited longer than a thousand years for the Broken Moon... It's all the fault of these betrayers. wrong."
"But their descendants are innocent!"
"No one can enjoy the legacy of their ancestors without paying the price. Since they are werewolves, they should bear their due responsibilities." Aurora answered. “The majesty of God cannot be blasphemed.”
Uriel was not a werewolf, and when faced with the question of the goblin's responsibility, he was speechless. I shouldn't have encouraged Meimi to enter the secret realm, he thought regretfully, or let Joey kill her in front of Black Moon Lake.
"What's going on?" York had no clue about the situation at hand. He pulled his companion, hoping to get a hint. "The woman killed her partner?"
"Not only that, she will kill us all." Uriel did not believe that Aurora would let those of them involved in the matter go. Otherwise, do we still need to let the adventurers spread the news? Then Kamaria will never have peace.
"But the ritual has failed, hasn't it?"
"I'm afraid there was no resurrection ceremony from the beginning." The apprentice shook his head, "She deceived the king's soul for the Broken Moon."
"You're not going to tell me that this goblin lady is actually a fanatic believer in the moon, are you?" The orange-faced man suddenly had a complicated expression. "After the gods passed away, even the Glorious Council was not so fanatical."
Unexpectedly, York would use Lucia's followers as an example, and Uriel couldn't help but look at him differently. "Whether she is for Niklos or Broken Moon, I don't think our elf lady will let poor Meimi go." He said angrily, "Do you have a way to get Meimi back now?"
"How about you tell her a story."
"The story of a heroic mercenary who saved his comrades from the enemy. Do you think she would approve of it?"
"That's enough, your story ends here." Aurora replied.
But the magic power in her body is still at the ring level, which makes her words not so scary. The adventurer picked up his sword and twisted his wrist. "This is the first time I have seen an elemental fairy who lies like you." His voice was still full of disbelief. "From the shore of Black Moon Lake to the altar of Alanwo Palace, you never told the truth."
"Of course there is. Fiction can be easily exposed, and half-truths can confuse most people."
Uriel looked at her cold tone, natural movements and guilt-free expression, and felt that the figure of this mysterious creature gradually overlapped with the old prostitute in the dilapidated wooden house. They originally had nothing in common - beautiful faces and withered faces, elegant nobility and flattering humility, a lake full of gold and silver treasures and a room full of spoiled spices that smelled musty - but if you look at the soul , you will find that the gap between the two is much smaller than imagined.
"Lies become part of your life," he murmured. "What's more terrifying than a prostitute, Ms. Aurora, is that you actively chose this path."
The goblin narrowed his eyes. "Why should I explain my thoughts to others? Your shallow experience has no secrets in my eyes."
The fire in her hand caused a hurricane, and the unattainable mystery pressed on Uriel and York's heads like a dark cloud. The latter's expression suddenly changed. "Sometimes, the fist is sharper than the tongue. I'm glad you know this, young Sita. So surrender now. A short death and a long farewell are two different things."
A thousand years is indeed long enough, Uriel stared at the soul of the king in her palm, but since I am not your best friend, there is no guarantee that I will not become a candle in your hand after death.
"I really doubt you ever think about whether you can keep it before you promise it." Want the Knight of Proverbs to surrender to a lying goblin? Uriel felt that he would die first as punishment for breaking his oath to the parchment.
"The sun will not compromise with the moon." York also declared. He was not as calm as Uriel, but his tone was more determined.
Aurora sighed helplessly, as if Uriel and York were so stubborn. "My dear Timil, the power he gained after becoming the Nameless One was not used to increase his destructive power." She said with a cold smile, "His magic is 'Magic Deprivation', which can destroy the invasion in an instant. Demons. Because most of those warriors in the abyss are magical creatures."
This may be the reason why she didn't attack Niklos's fire directly. Uriel realized that there was no substitute for her current moment: the tide of the black moon, the werewolf, the fragile fire. The last point is particularly important. Elemental fairies are also prone to turning into a pile of dust without mystery during "magic deprivation". The resurrection ritual is an excellent idea, which can effectively reduce the power of the King's Soul.
He couldn't help but glance at York worriedly.
"I bet you don't dare to use it." The adventurer replied.
"Yes, but I only need to activate the magic power of the fire itself, and the high-mysterious oppression is enough to solve the problem." She said while holding the translucent red flame seedlings——
A circle of fiery red icy cold wind spread out, and the atmosphere of the Ice Territory took on vivid colors and spirituality driven by magic. Uriel's perception was sharper than York's. Even though he was prepared, he still felt weak and dizzy.
Hold on to your weapon. He told himself, you are a mysterious creature. You have a profession, a mysterious profession that uses divine magic and hymns. Uriel felt that he should be more mature and stronger than when he was in Frostleaf Castle.
Aurora stood in the center of the altar, thinking that no one but her could stand up now. The messenger seemed to show no sign of waking up before dawn; the mercenary gritted his teeth and endured, but unless his sword was as high as the top of his head, this would be an almost impossible task. Only Uriel surprised her.
In fact, the apprentice neither resisted this oppression nor showed panic and despair. This was a very strange behavior. At least Aurora thought he would fight to the end and would not give up until death.
"A new ritual is about to begin."
She didn't think much of it. The goblin knows everything, and no conspiracy can be hidden from her eyes. Aurora let go of her hand, letting the werewolf float in the air. She seemed to be even more eager and excited than Uriel and York, and woke Memie roughly.
"Stop!" York was worried that the other person would die in the next second. "What do you want a werewolf for? Resurrection of your dead people?"
"Only the dead believe in resurrection." She paused.
"So you want to sacrifice the believers of Broken Moon to the moon?" Uriel immediately responded, delaying time would be good for them now. But the goblin's purpose was unclear, and he couldn't help but think of the werewolf tradition. "Will He bless you for this?"
"He will not give gifts to anyone." Aurora saw through his trick, and the fire in her palms glowed brightly. Meimi, who had just woken up, screamed in terror. The magic power of the moon suddenly poured out of the body of the fairy lady, using the soul of the king as a bridge, and poured into the little gray wolf's fire. "My people, my companions...what do you know? When you perform such a ridiculous show of unity in front of my eyes, my people will never be freed-"
Uriel was frightened by the surge in magic power. "What are you doing?" He could no longer understand the current situation.
"I am not a believer in Broken Moon." Aurora replied in the mist. "We are just a mysterious race born in the Black Moon River, the incarnation of elements. Mystery is not an element... just like Sita was born in the Flashing Pool, but they are not part of their hometown. The Broken Moon will not favor us unless He needs new ones. race to fill in the gaps in the original projection. After the werewolves escaped Kamaria, my ancestors were chosen.”
"So my ancestors lost their freedom and were trapped in the secret realm of the Broken Moon."
"Day after day, year after year." She was filled with pain. "We are forced to live here with the elves, endure and obey the culprit who caused all this; our souls no longer fall into the arms of Heather after death, but become sacrifices to the Broken Moon!"
Under the night sky, the black hole-like full moon quietly listened to her outpouring of resentment.
"I...we were also forced to leave!" Meimi struggled to say. "My ancestors were unable to fight against the Alanwo elves. Don't we have the right to pursue survival and freedom?"
"Oh, of course. Because you are not even living mysterious creatures, you are just a bunch of real shadows made by the broken moon. I have told you, stupid wolf, you are originally a part of the moon. The fingers are trying to break away from the body If you survive, you must have tasted the bitter fruits of indulgence. Now is the time to pay the price for your weakness and wantonness."
After the magic power of the moon washed away Broken Moon's mark, Aurora immediately reached out and broke Meimi's neck without hesitation. "Remember, the blood of the traitor is the reason why you suffered all this——"
One hand penetrated the goblin lady's chest first, interrupting the atrocity of revenge.
"...the reason." Joey said.
Only a moan escaped her throat.
It got even colder on the rooftop, and the water turned to ice. Aurora's expression at the moment was not much calmer than that of her lover. She lowered her head and looked at the pale palm passing through her back, her body trembling in the mist. It's over, it's all over. Her thousand years of expectations and thousand years of deception have all turned into bubbles that can be easily shattered.
It shouldn't be like this. "Please...save me, save my people..." Tears froze on her fading cheeks.
"Berti is the goddess of luck." The messenger replied in a low voice, "If you want to hide it from His eyes, you will definitely have bad luck."
The goblin raised his head and stared desperately at the black moon in the sky. She couldn't see what else was there, wandering souls or the withered embers of a fire. I can't see everything, she thought of the melancholy that slowly grew when she read about her ancestors' past over and over again. I dwell on the freedom of the past. "I am also a betrayer." This was her last sigh.
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