"I see York."
"who?"
"York, York Shain. Theta who sent you to me. My squad leader. He's with the Paladin."
Meimi was very worried, "Is he...is he okay?"
"What can happen to him? He is a light elemental being. Lucia has two holy places, one is the holy city of Zangwill, and the other is the Flickering Pool. It seems that they can be considered a family."
The little gray wolf blinked, feeling that he was lucky not to be handed over directly to the Holy Knights. But then again, since York and the Paladins believe in Lucia, why does the latter insist on chasing him?
These guys who created the White Disaster are always stubborn and rigid. "Didn't the Goddess of Light teach them how to unify their opinions?" he said resentfully.
"Lucia is not Gaia." The adventurer flicked his finger on the little gray wolf's forehead. "They do symbolize justice, but they lack mercy."
"You mean the White Disaster?" Meimi asked.
The adventurer turned to look at him. "Maybe it's something else."
He led Memi through a street, his shoes leaving a trail of muddy footprints on the dry stone slabs. This is a secluded path that gives Meimi a special feeling. He seemed to be walking in an endless forest. The buildings full of ancient and exquisite styles were Fontaine and Bailu. The moon lowered its head and whispered in his ear.
There was a strange sense of touch at work, and the werewolf saw his own footprints gleaming. He was shocked to realize that the road under his feet was like a Milky Way flowing, with countless translucent haloes rising from the water, leaving the river, and floating in the sky. These densely packed light spots form new tributaries. The Milky Way and the River of Light are running endlessly, intertwining with each other and leading to the maze under the sky.
The dark moonlight wavered.
"where did you go?"
Meme woke up with a start. He realized that he had fallen asleep, and the adventurer Calder was lifting him up and shaking him.
"I'm dreaming," he muttered. "Are we there yet?"
"Your magic is growing," Calder said. His expression turned serious, "It's trying to put you to sleep. Do wolves have the habit of hibernating?"
Apparently not. Meimi knew that their race was the elves active in the snow and glaciers, and they were full of wild nature. They never sleep until the end of their lives.
"This city is affecting you." The adventurer said, "The traces of Winnie Watts are about to disappear, and the magic of projection will completely erode this main city of Ice Land. As far as I know, the moon capital was once Alan Wo's." King City, but the relationship between Kamaria and the werewolves is obviously closer.”
"We are one with each other," Meme replied. "I am also a projection, a real projection." But I would rather fall into madness.
"His greatness we cannot fathom. Since the moon has created you, children, you are Berti's Sita." They avoided a group of paladins. The adventurer hid in a shadow, lowered his head and asked: "Do you know the meaning of Sita?"
"A creation of the God of Light."
"Uh, I made a mistake. You are Berti's Norn, Norn, did you know?"
Of course I know. "Angel," he answered sleepily. "Our lord, sir. When she was born in the Year of the Burning Shadow, I even prayed for her."
"Everyone in the Ice Territory is like this," the adventurer muttered. He saw the pattern of his armor reflected on the glass across the street, and he happened to be in the same frame as a real knight. The opponent was wearing a visor, his helmet tilted this way, and then he raised his sword and pointed. "Damn it." He originally planned to say something more unpleasant, but the close distance between the two parties left him no time to vent verbally. "Go into the alley." Rapid footsteps sounded behind them.
"It's the patrol knight." In the dark corner, Meimi squinted her eyes and recognized the silver eagles on the armbands of the city defenders. "Why are they looking for me too?"
"You are mistaken. They are not looking for you, but for their Earl. The projection will scatter people all over the city, and it seems that our lucky angel is no exception. Her name is Dan Er Finn Lancaster, right? I'm still planning to find a suit to attend the morning ceremony, but there will definitely be no grand ceremony now." Mr. Knox, the leader of the group, was very regretful.
"Before the White Disaster, there were grand ceremonies in Venevoise," Meimi said.
Calder put his hand to his forehead. "Forgive me, why is everyone talking about the turmoil recently?" He looked very impatient. "Fifteen years have passed, fifteen years! I have fewer friends. Half of them are related to the disaster fifteen years ago... Okay, kid, let's not talk about this, not about the lord."
A large cloud of icy mist spurted from his mouth, but this was the last of the vapor, and the temperature in the city was gradually rising. But for Meimi, it's still very cold here. "Many people never mention the White Disaster and the Glorious Council." The famous adventurer issued a string of heavy bass sounds from the depths of his throat, "so that the next generation can forget these sufferings and hatred. I don't think they have done enough. wrong."
Meimi still didn't have time to reply. Calder shook him awake, shaking his head in turn, and snowflakes fell from his shoulders. "Why am I telling you this?" He said to himself, like an old man who has no idea.
A group of knights passed through the alley. They wore short swords and long swords on their waists and held lances and iron chains. Everyone is riding a horse, and the sound of hoofbeats is crisp and loud. But Calder frowned, and he couldn't help but ask, "What's the matter?"
"These are not noble guards."
Although she has not left the tunnel for a year, Meimi still remembers that the knights guarding Winnie Watts are not only the Silver Eagle Legion, but also the patrol guards of the Public Security Bureau, not counting the guards privately recruited by many small nobles. Compared with the real Silver Eagle Legion, these people are nothing more than a ragtag group, but it is not easy for ordinary adventurers to deal with them. However, as long as the nobles are paid, they are happy to let the soldiers obey their orders.
It's just that the Silver Eagle Legion is still stationed at the Eternal Green Pulse, and the patrol guards of the Public Security Bureau don't need to be so heavily armed. Could it be that these guys were guards created by some noble nobleman suffering from persecution delusions?
The adventurer looked puzzled, "I was mistaken. They looked like they were chasing fugitives."
Little Gray Wolf asked uneasily: "It can't be the Silver Eagle Legion, right?"
"Why didn't you say the Holy Knights?"
"Paladin wears silver armor."
"Good reason, but I can also wear silver armor, and anyone can. These people are church knights, believers of Gaia." The adventurer replied, "Even if the Holy Knights want to arrest you, they will definitely not frame you as a fugitive. . Otherwise, they must negotiate with Croita first. Judging from the attitude of the White Envoy, those paladins are not so dizzy that they would appeal to them." Suddenly, an inexplicable look dispelled the anger on his face. Mist.
Calder suddenly changed his tone: "Let's get out of here first." It seemed that he realized something.
"How far is the copper wine cup?" Meimi asked.
The adventurer told him it was just across the street. However, he was leading Meimi backwards, away from the target. "Maybe they're just passing through." He asked the werewolf to be patient.
The frustration of missing the destination made the little gray wolf very excited. "Why are we avoiding the knights of Gaia?" Meimi couldn't understand. "They also take orders from the Holy Knights?" This is ridiculous.
"Think about it for me with your toes. This is no more likely than finding the same number in the indulgences." Calder said angrily, "Those people are now demon hunters."
How do you know I didn't find the indulgence with the same number? However, the word "Demon Hunter" seemed to have an extraordinary magic power, and Meimi suddenly stopped talking.
…
A large cloud of snowflakes struck the light barrier without any gentle gesture, and their six corners were as sharp as blades.
These edges and corners cut through the silky air and even penetrate the barriers of magic. The bishop tilted his head, and a cold feeling passed over his cheek.
He wiped the frost off his beard with his fingers, and his skin turned blue and then became rosy again. "You are very tired." The starlight cross peridot brooch flashed on his collar, and warmth spread throughout his body like a tide. Bishop Edgar was very surprised: "It's unbelievable. I thought your spirit and magic power were not recovered quickly after being depleted."
He remembered that the first battle with the White Envoy was at the Port of Far Light. At that time, the opponent was following His Excellency "Night Qiming" with a face as dead as a dead man. Daniel himself is still the leader of the Holy Knights, leading Lemons and many knights to the city above the clouds. Although His Excellency the Actor did not fight with the astrologers, and Demosis maintained his grace, the White Envoy was able to erect a spectacular forest of ice sculptures under the siege of most of the Holy Knights. Regardless of his position, the bishop had to admit that the other party's skills and magic really amazed people with the same level of mystery.
But now, Bishop Daniel Edgar sees the mysterious unsustainability.
"Are you shaken?" asked the bishop.
The young man stood there like a sculpture. He turned slightly sideways and clenched a speeding blade of light into pieces in his hand. This is Kong Realm's "Sin-Judging Blade". There was blood dripping down his fingers, which quickly froze and solidified. He held the light red ice cube tightly, and the rustling powder fell from the edge, shaping it into a short blade. "My mission is not over yet, Daniel. You are not the only ones who have faith."
"Do you believe in Otto?" The bishop does not believe that every astrologer must be a believer in the God of Destiny. There are also astrologers from alien races. He had never heard of Bai Zhishi's beliefs before, so he became interested.
"I believe in Gaia."
He treated me like a fool. The bishop suddenly lost his desire to find out. In his opinion, the messenger's answer was not sincere. "To be honest, I don't see it at all." The Silent School will not readily accept a faith partner like you.
"I originally had no trust in gods, and all the gods in Knox have disappeared. But if you must arrange a camp of gods for me, then I would rather fall into the arms of the goddess Gaia." Bai Zhizhi didn't seem to be laughing. .
The bishop couldn't help but look the young man up and down, feeling that he might have recognized the wrong person. "Okay, Gaia believer." He tried his best to make his voice sound less sinister, but with little success. "Time is very long, Bai Zhishi. If you continue like this, you won't be able to make it through the morning." Maybe it's your faith that makes you vulnerable.
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