Lemons seemed to be back in Lancoste's manor, and the White Envoy was slashing at him with an ice blade. His lungs were filled with cold air, a feeling of deathly coldness, as if his soul was gradually freezing.
The tornadoes of frost and snow penetrated the flames like broken bamboos, roaring like an avalanche. The swords clashed, and Durandal bounced high, taking him into the low wall. Lemons heard his breastplate shatter and fall off again, his gauntlets were twisted and destroyed, and the bones of his arms were almost numb.
With a clang, the holy sword fell to the ground.
"How can you use the magic of the Sky Realm?" The Paladin was filled with disbelief and also fell in the ruins. A bone-deep wound on his chest was covered with frost marks.
Uriel said nothing, the ice shield behind him shattered from the inside, and Dentist Hope supported him. If conditions allowed, the apprentice would naturally not mind telling him that it was the magic of the Knight of Proverbs, but now he could only hear the whispers in his dreams.
The silvery world gradually fades away.
It seems that the conflict between the Tower and the Council has also stopped. However, the battle between the mercenaries and the Holy Knights did not stop. Arabella knelt down and used magic to dispel the mystery, but to no apparent effect. She had no choice but to stand up and pick up Durandal.
"Please implement Lucia's will!" Priestess held her holy sword high and requested firmly. The knights rallied under her encouragement and followed the arrangements and continued to approach the center. The orange-faced man turned around and tried to find trouble with her, but the figure of the white-robed priest was lost in the fighting crowd and disappeared. She didn't mount her horse and simply lost track.
Cunning woman. York gave up chasing her, dragged his burned arm in front of the apprentice, and used his sword to fight off the fish that escaped his companion. The Paladin is very difficult to deal with, even more difficult to deal with than Arabella. But the dwarf Painter swung the hammer and hit the opponent's armor, and he was thrown away like a tennis ball.
"As soon as I entered the city, I knew that this matter had nothing to do with you." The dwarf said gruffly, "Okay, you think that publishing with me in the newspaper does not reflect your level, so I got rid of you. Is your companion working alone?"
"I just wish I could do something," York shouted at him.
"You'd better think it over for me." Painter raised the wall. "What's the difference between what you want to do and what you should do? We spent a day looking for you in the snowy mountains."
"I'm very sorry."
"You should indeed be sorry, but not to me. You let others bear the consequences of your recklessness with you. It seems that Hercule's lesson still failed to make you remember." The dwarf walked to Memie and helped him move his apprentice. With his arms, he lay flat on the storm-washed stone floor. "Is he still alive? What a blessing...What can we do for him?"
"Is it important?" Meimi was even more worried.
"His condition is more like... frostbite." Hope told the truth, "He can heal himself without my magic. And now that his magic is exhausted, the best way is to recover by himself through normal means."
"Lucia bless you." York breathed a sigh of relief.
"I suspect you are cursing him, Sita." Danlfien emerged from behind the broken wall and looked around carefully before hurriedly passing by the battlefield. There is no doubt that as long as any sword pressure or magical spell falls on her, the earl lord of the Ice Territory will be replaced. "It's not over yet. Kamaria hasn't had time to recover from that amazing magic, so what are you going to do with that wolf?"
"Where did you pick up this little hairball?" Painter bumped York's knee, "Didn't the White Envoy tell you about that gangster?"
York told him briefly.
"It's too late." The dwarf concluded, "Since he has the mark of being sacrificed, why don't you use other werewolves to replace him?"
"What a good idea. Just find a dead werewolf to solve the problem. It would be really troublesome for you to go to the snowy mountains to dig out Quillen's body."
"How about trying this skin?" Painter pulled out a wolf skin with wheel-like patterns from his pocket, scaring the young count so much that he took two steps back. "Symbols have power..."
"...But now offering sacrifices to Broken Moon will only accelerate the explosion of magic power on the altar," Sauron interfaced.
"What is that thing?" The dwarf turned his head.
"Tonight is the Black Moon Tide, the magical active period of the Broken Moon. He intends to complete himself, and has now swallowed the soul of an ancient king and the leader of the Kamaria Fairy. The Lord Messenger is suppressing the moon and is connected to the Black Moon. A sterling silver altar," York replied. "As for the relationship between sacrifices and magic power, don't ask me, I don't know either."
"causation. Every full moon, the fairies in the Black Moon River will offer sacrifices to the Broken Moon. They can only complete this step through the altar. If you want to replace the sacrifice, you must return to the sterling silver altar to perform the Moon Ceremony. But even if you can go back, letting go of the magic well behind the altar will be very fatal.』
"So we can only kill him?" the count said sarcastically, "That's really a waste of effort."
"You actually sided with Uriel, Lord Earl, this is really surprising." Sauron would not think that Danelfion had any special feelings for Memie. "And Broken Moon's sacrifice must be a dead object. The fire of Nicholls is not far from death before it is accepted by the moon. Now if anything happens to Meimi, then there will be no chance for us to intervene in the completion of Broken Moon.』
It paused for a moment, "Camaria is a projection magic based on the broken moon. Maybe it will fall and replace Winnie Watts forever."
"Then send him away." Danlfion said decisively, "I never want to see any werewolves in my city again. Is there no other way besides the shuttle station?"
"I'd rather go back to the tunnel." Meimi sneezed, "York said he had a way to leave the mysterious place, so I agreed to go in with them. What's your idea?" In a critical moment, even this stupid wolf's My mind works very fast.
"That's what Uriel said. But he chose to find a shuttle station, which means that method is useless." The orange-faced man explained to them, "I have been following him from Bonfire Town to Angmar. He said he has The fortune teller’s method…”
"How did you get into Kamaria?"
"We planned to rest in the tunnel. Uriel fell asleep, and I sat on the collapsed mud hill with nothing to do, so I started playing the bagpipe."
"It's really yours, just wake him up." Danlfien snorted. The Count resented this kind of behavior that disturbed other people's rest, especially after Arabella came to her in the middle of the night to talk about the damn church construction. "If you think there's no use standing here and talking nonsense, maybe some music will make you more relaxed. Then again, why don't you try it?"
"Because this is not the Valley of Sleep." There are no cave dwellers and steel rock guards. Despite this response, the orange-faced man still took out the bone bagpipe.
Meimi reminded him: "Camaria has a lot of steel rocks. The elf knight's armor is made of them as the main material."
"Not all steel rocks have good relations with the cavemen. What's more, they are not blind. At least they can distinguish between flutes and people." York muttered, "Maybe I will scare away the paladin." He puffed up his cheeks and pointed at the air bag. Blow in the air.
Due to the ongoing Moon Sacrifice, Kamaria's various sculptural armors have become much more peaceful. When Dandelphin followed the paladin team through the streets of the city, he only saw a wax museum in a bad condition, which attracted a large number of city guards and police. She didn't expect that the mysterious creature chasing her in the castle was not a special case. It seemed that the steps that separated Priestess from her in the bedroom were probably caused by these things.
The count tightened his cloak, "I think I saw them move." Uriel and Hope had cleaned up the knight armors near the candy shop early in the morning, but now these mysterious derivatives seemed to be summoned. "Is it standing up, or is it flying? I think you'd better hurry up, the sooner the better."
"Wineworth is going to disappear." the dwarf said, "the ground beneath my feet refuses to obey." There was a constant dull sound from the sand barrier in front of them. Originally, the earl thought it was the Paladin outside who was persevering, but the cracks were widely distributed. Evenly, the ground began to shake.
Meimi bared her canine teeth, as if threatening someone. Without saying a word, he suddenly ran towards the stone bridge.
"Stop!" Danfion immediately gave the order not knowing what he wanted to do. The werewolf didn't even look back.
York threw the bagpipe, and the dentist scrambled to catch it. "Wait, Meimi! Where are you going?" Only he could understand the werewolf's mood at this moment.
"Never come back." The count was annoyed at their disobedience. Why should I care about mercenaries and a railroad worker? Then the aristocratic lady turned to Dentist Hope, the only guy who absolutely obeyed her orders, and she liked him much more. "Keep blowing. Your magic was of no use in the duel. Now you don't dare to say anything, right?"
"Woo——"
The long, loud sound shook the streets. Delphien felt dizzy for a while, and the dwarf jumped up in fright. Uriel groaned, squinted his eyes and put the back of his hand on his forehead. He suspected that he had accidentally punched through the shell of a bronze bell. Now the wind is blowing through the hole.
"What's going on with this terrible sound?" The apprentice wanted to get up, but his torso was a little unruly. This feeling was familiar to him. "I thought the burns would be worse." Or sword wounds.
"The Difference in Mystery" Hope was still playing the bagpipe, and everyone else looked uncomfortable. Only Sauron of the Ring could answer him. "The 'Ice Crown' is the magic of the Sky Realm, and it is enough to crush the 'Blade of Sin' in terms of mystery. This makes the burns on your body at that moment ineffective." But in the same way, even if Shiro’s magic is borrowed, it will hurt you when you use it.」
Uriel breathed a sigh of relief, "It doesn't sound like there is no benefit."
"Actually, the freeze should hurt you more than the heat. But your body’s tolerance to cold is much higher than that of fire, otherwise you would have been frozen to death.』
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