Could it be that I went in the wrong direction? When Lemons saw his mentor on the road leading to the exit, he subconsciously thought that he had accidentally made a mistake.
"Lemons?" Bishop Edgar still remembered that he had sent him a message not long ago. "Wait a minute, I think the Angmar Tunnel will not be built into a ring."
The ball of light in his palm rose, spun around in mid-air, and fell back again. This little trick is commonly used to identify directions. Just looking at the effect, it doesn't seem to be working as it should. "Now we have the south in front and behind us," said the bishop.
"We have lost our direction." The paladin leader pulled out Durandal. He realized that the problem was not with him, it must be the tunnel.
The Cardinal was silent for a moment. "He is inviting us to enter a place of true mystery."
Lemmons was not surprised that the mentor could discover the source of this secret place. "Only there is an exit." He glanced at the knights following him without leaving any trace, and guilt completely different from the goddess struck him again. Have I led them into a desperate situation? Lucia bless.
At this time, he was not aware that his mood coincided with that of his apprentice. The Holy Knight Captain has shouldered this responsibility for more than ten years. He thought he had a heart of stone, but in the end, the balance of justice was still filled with mercy brought by his nature.
The sound of footsteps echoed on the stone wall. They could only keep moving forward, and the cave seemed to have no end. When Lemons walked out of the tunnel, he only saw a hollow but still bright black moon in the night sky.
Underfoot are rotating stone steps——
…
As his boots stepped on the snow, Painter could almost feel the crunch of snow trying to get in between his toes. It was a shuddering sticky feeling, but it was also an illusion. In fact, only sweat-soaked woolen socks stick to the soles of the feet, which convey an uncomfortable softness when squeezed.
Damn brat. He didn't know how many times he had said it, damn kid. "We've searched most of the mountain." He couldn't help shouting. "Did they hide in the mole hole?"
"Even so, we have to find them." Golden Beard said.
Jett said nothing, his expression numb.
After walking another kilometer, the dwarf felt that his boots were almost filled with snow. He shook off the disgusting wet snowflakes that had accumulated in the folds of his leggings, but accidentally stepped into a dent. Painter wanted to curse, but just as he was about to say "damn snowy mountains," he remembered that York and Uriel were still in the mountains. It was best not to say such words.
So he sighed heavily and stood firm on a flat stone again.
"We shouldn't leave separately from the messenger." Kaixi also said this sentence several times. His golden beard was frosted. "Now we can't even find him."
"Maybe the messenger has returned to town a long time ago." The mercenary Jet complained, "Leaving us in the mountains to work as coolies."
The dwarf thought about how the latter breathed a sigh of relief when they were separated from the messenger. "I don't want to stay next to him for a minute." Jet told Painter in a low voice. "It's colder around him than the snowy mountains of the Frost Moon. And if the moon hadn't gone wrong, it should still be the Harvest Moon." beginning."
Sometimes dwarves think so too.
The messenger walked more lightly in the environment of the Ice Territory, as if all the weight was on the adventurers. But the dwarf was convinced that he was actually keeping an eye on them, because as soon as Jet finished complaining, he proposed to split up.
"We have no means of communication." Kaixi objected. "This method will waste a lot of unnecessary effort."
"I'm going to find the Holy Knights," the messenger told them. "Exchange gold cups and news of treasures for the whereabouts of the missing."
"How do the Paladins know their location?" the dwarf couldn't help but interject.
"Tell them to find someone?" Golden-bearded Kaixi reacted faster than him. He crushed the flakes of frost on his beard. "I still say the same thing, Lord Messenger, Lucia's followers are not easy to deal with at all." There were some indescribable complex meanings in his words. "The Cardinals have also come to the Ice Territory, and they will not be obedient."
"They will." The young man said without doubt. He lifted the invisibility magic, as if to prove that he would not hide his face in front of the Glorious Council. There is a blizzard in those deep blue eyes, but their owner is as stubborn as the pitch pine among the rocks. "Otherwise I will turn the gold cup into gold nuggets." He forgot that he was originally going to trade the elf treasure.
Painter felt that he could not keep up with the other party's thinking at all: "What if what the council is looking for is not the elf treasure?"
"I will use the astrologer's method to tell them that what they are looking for is in the treasure." The messenger replied.
Soult is on top, you win. The dwarf was speechless. He realized what the young man really meant was "You can't complete your mission until I find my apprentice." This was as unreasonable as taking something from the paladin captain, but since the envoy felt that he could deal with the cardinal, he just let him go.
Golden Beard also thought so: "Then let's say goodbye here, my lord." He knew that Croita was not afraid of the Glorious Parliament, but there was no need for the Knox Mercenary Group to provoke those fanatical believers. "Wish us good luck," he said politely.
"I will remember your helping hand." The messenger also promised.
When Eds Haynes was still a garrison, Croita also sent an envoy to the tavern in Clover City. But this is the first time for Bai Zhizhi. The dwarves know that every messenger of the sky is a big figure in the mysterious field, but no one among them is willing to communicate with these mercenaries. Judging from this, Bai Zhizhi may be relatively easy to get along with.
He nodded. "If you find nothing, you can choose to go back down the mountain." Then he turned around and flew away.
But forcing parliament to compromise? Painter thought this was ridiculous. But Goldenbeard told him that the White Envoy once provoked a war in Zangwill on behalf of Croita. "Mystery is the level of the mysterious field." Kaixi told them as he plunged into the pine forest of the snow-capped mountains. "He may not be able to fight against the Cardinals of the Glorious Council. In short, we don't need to worry about him."
Looking back now, the dwarf felt that he was comforting himself at the same time. The messenger threatened the Paladins, so if they found York and Uriel, who knew what those angry Paladins would do? No matter how devout a believer is, he is just a mortal before the gods. Can Lucia restrain the emotions of a mortal?
The wind suddenly became louder and a fox hid in the bushes. The rough juniper is far less graceful than the street trees, and the implicated short branches immediately shake off a large pile of snow. The only good news is that this snow is less dirty.
"We shouldn't be separated." Kaixi continued to say, "The messenger also said that he was going to 'find' the Holy Knights. Looking for people in the snowy mountains is no different from what we are doing now. If, I mean , if we happen to meet the Holy Knights..."
"...Then pray to Lucia." Jet said.
The dwarf thought he was talking crazy.
"I won't do that," Painter declared. "Those guys can stick their swords into my chest if they want my life. But if they put their beautiful blades in front of my neck, I'll go for it." Spit on those tin shells.”
"Don't worry, they won't. What use does the great Lucia need a goblin believer?"
The dwarf had just pulled his legs out of the waist-deep snow. "As long as you get a hammer," he said angrily, "You annoying two-legged fly, I promise to make you as tall as me. I am a dwarf, not a goblin!"
"Then I really have to worry about my legs and feet," Jeter replied. "I would rather be a squirrel in my next life than a dwarf." He watched a squirrel leap onto a high branch, lowered his body and threw a pine nut left in the snow to the gray-haired beast. "You want the winter grain!" The latter turned around and ran away.
"Look how at home it is in the snow."
Repeated scenes make people anxious, but there are only a few people who are as endless as Jet. Painter wanted to gag him or pull out his tongue, and Knox's deputy commander was visibly annoyed by his complaints.
"Then find yourself a branch and walk on the third leg!" Golden Beard roared. "Should I make a sled to pull you? Or should Painter be the dog?"
Jet yawned nonchalantly.
"Forget it, with your listless look, even if York runs in front of you, you will still look like a rabbit." But fatigue will not disappear just by forcibly raising your spirits. Soon, even Kaixi gave up reprimanding him. "Let's go down the mountain first. I have to ask Sir Conley again. I always feel that he is hiding something."
Going down the mountain is another long process.
The moment the three mercenaries stepped into Green Rose City, the sky suddenly turned gray like dawn.
"What is that?" Jett pointed to the top of his head first.
At first the dwarves thought they had stayed up all night, so it was already dawn. But the hands on the tower told him that was not the case. It was only the end of eleven o'clock.
"Being awake all night allowed me to see apparitions," he said in disbelief.
The straight beam of light goes straight to Broken Moon and is moving in a certain direction.
Broken Moon...the legends about werewolves and Berti suddenly burst into my mind. Dwarf Painter and Jet looked at each other, but Goldenbeard reacted the fastest. He mounted the horse and tightened the reins.
"Go quickly!" Kaixi ordered.
"Where to go? Chasing that light?"
"Yeah, we have to keep up with it. Because it—"
"What about York and Uriel?"
"Don't interrupt." Golden Beard urged them with his eyes and gave orders with words. Something more swift and sharp flashed across his frozen red face. "Can't you see? The direction it's moving - Gaia! That's Winnie Watts!"
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