"Where are those children?" Uriel put the sword on Olander's shoulder, giving him no chance to escape. Even without the silver blade, he was trembling all over because the sword had scratched his skin.
The apprentice's fingers gripping the sword hilt were filled with a frightening sense of power. Anyone could see that he was trying to contain his anger.
Although this question was repeated, Olander did not address it. "They are on the second floor, in the room at the end of the corridor to the left of the stairs." The alchemist breathed quickly and carefully. "I didn't hurt them. The 'Pure Cauldron' uses finished products. I got some on the black market in Eagle City. After returning to Screaming Castle, the owner... Baron Posier provided me with materials. I have never seen them before. Them!" He looked at Mysterok hopefully. "That's it."
Do you know this sentence? 'If the mutton does not enter the cook's mouth, he is not guilty of the sheep's soul,' the ring pointedly pointed out. So who is to blame?
Meat eaters. Uriel answered in his mind. Sauron's worries are unnecessary, and he will not listen to Olander's argument. "Your liberation should not come at the cost of the lives of innocent people." As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the ripples of magic power ripple from the alchemist Olander and rush towards Mixtlock. Uriel picked up his collar. "Let your family see the good things you have done, if you think it is worth it! Do you want to know what your son thinks of you? Then see what he really thinks. You know that magic only brings twisted will, throw away Freedom is not about losing your brain. How long are you going to deceive yourself, Oland?"
The alchemist's magic ceased. So everyone saw that Mysterok shook his head and took a step back. Uriel had known this. The blood descendants came to get rid of Olander. The moment they sneaked into the castle, they had only two choices: either successfully assassinate Olander and escape, or take "Sovero" and die with him.
"We are mortals too." Faced with his father's painful gaze, Mist told him softly, "Vampires plundered our livestock and young children, and eventually cursed us all into blood descendants. We will meet again in hell, father. Maybe then The situation will be worse than it is now... but the only good thing is that our souls will be ours."
Olander couldn't understand: "I don't understand."
"You will never understand," the blood warrior said sadly.
Horror appeared on Olander's face. This outstanding alchemist tried to struggle and refute, but Uriel had already anticipated his defense. "Only your conscience can be persuaded by such a poor excuse," he told him.
Tell Olander, "Everyone here knows the nature of the matter better than you. You can't fool us." Uriel slit Olander's throat, and the frost gave the alchemist a simple death.
He heard a sob from someone behind him and didn't look back. The footsteps of the castle guards came one after another, and they were close at hand in the blink of an eye. The night wind in the valley blew out the two candles, and Uriel opened the door with his sword. The surge of magic turned into a white sword light, covering the vampire guards swarming in the stairwell. He closed the door again, stepped on the door frame, and activated the charge and magic at the same time, making Uriel's body almost catch up with the magic blade. The first two guards were cut off at the waist, and he bumped into their bodies. Their blood is cold, as the apprentice knows early on.
Even though he knew the weakness of the vampires, Uriel still chose the long sword. Fortunately, the mystery of the Frost Sword is enough to suppress the magic activity in the blood, and when facing the enemy's light and compact weapons, the existence of the shelter is enough to ensure his safety.
The sword light froze a man's feet, and Uriel opened the guard's sword-wielding arm and cut off his head with a sword. The two spears hit the waist and left shoulder with magical brilliance. The apprentice turned sideways and let the tip of one spear slide open on the barrier, turning his wrist to cut off the iron rod of the other. The slashing sword was too long, and even if his target was the opponent's weapon, the arm of the second spear holder was also cut off. His faith makes him never hesitate when it comes to shā're:n. This is the only mercy the apprentice has for his enemies. However, seeing such a tragic scene again, Uriel didn't find anything surprising.
The guard with a broken arm screamed sharply, and the sound shook a portrait hanging in the distance. Uriel lowered his head to avoid the ripples of magic power, even though it was invisible to the naked eye. The surrounding guards also moved away, only reaching forward with their weapons drawn. The light of the shelter dimmed and then came back on, but the same could not be said for the guard's voice. When the magic ended, he pierced the throat that erupted with manic sound waves with a sword, ensuring that it was completely silent.
Uriel moved on. This time he dodged a mysterious gathering of gray, freezing everything that touched the blade. Another slender sword rushed towards his sword-holding hand, taking advantage of the gap where the magic was consumed by more attacks from more people. The guard may have concluded with a brief thought that the trajectory of the apprentice's sword was difficult to change instantly, but Uriel's strength was beyond his expectation. He immediately paid the price for his self-righteousness. The apprentice pulled his arm back, and the sharp spikes pierced the ice, making him unable to move again. Then he used the pillars of the corridor to avoid the thrown spear, and the unlucky guy who didn't let go in time lost his center of gravity and fell down. Uriel's arm fell, and the tip of the sword pierced the vampire's back. Blade friction
Bones, blood splattered on sleeves and collar. The apprentice drew his weapon and took advantage of a moment of truce to catch his breath.
The terrain was not his advantage, and the guards quickly maneuvered around the obstacle without crashing into each other. Uriel kicked down an empty armor, and the guard who was knocked back immediately stabbed his sword crookedly. He turned around and slashed across with his sword, and the guard lost half of his face and an ear. The vampire stared at him with stunned resentment, then collapsed.
The eyes of the dead could not move Uriel - the blood flames that suddenly flew towards him hit his body and were extinguished before they started burning - but the stupidity of a certain spellcaster did it. He turned back to face the idiot at the ring level, and the golden god turned into a chain and pulled him in front of him. This guy's expression was ferocious with fear. Uriel first threw a short knife to repel an idiot who accidentally hit the study door. Then he held the sword with both hands and gave the guy who was forced to venture into the length of the frost blade a lesson. After the death of this mysterious creature on the Ring Level, some people began to fear death and beg for mercy, but Uriel remained unmoved. If I were a sheep, neither the chef nor the diners would spare me. When he just used his sword to smash the last guard and his spear into the wall, the anger belonging to the sheep retreated slightly.
The entire Screaming Fort finally fell into silence. The vampires on guard either jumped out of the window to their death, or died in the ice. The moist night wind surged into the empty corridor, and the frost on the ground shimmered. A helmet washed with blood fell next to Uriel's feet. It looked up to the sky like a broken iron cauldron, containing the broken silver moon. Suddenly there was a bang, and the body of the guard stuck in the wall slid to the ground, bringing up a piece of scraped gravel. His body was gradually covered with hoarfrost.
Aren't you tired? Soren wrote.
Uriel shook his head, casually pulled off a section of the curtain to wipe the blood from his face, and then put the still bright white long sword into its scabbard. He kicked away the vampire corpse blocking the study room, and then gently turned the doorknob.
The room seemed warmer than when it had been left, perhaps due to the Frostblade carnage in the corridor outside the door. The candlesticks by the windows were extinguished, but the silk curtains and brocades were blown open by the wind. The light of the broken moon soaked into the wooden lattice and carpet, full of mysterious and dark magic. At this moment, the troubles in Screaming Castle have been dealt with, and there is only the dead body of Olander beside him...
...and a few cold stone statues.
Their souls burned out the ring said.
Or have reunited with Rodenworth in heaven. Uriel walked slowly to the window and lit each of the extinguished candles. Gaia Church does not need to consider lights when offering sacrifices, but the race that believes in Elvins, the god of morning, believes that white candles will bring good luck. running water
All the creatures in the court believe so, even the blood descendants are no exception. They lost the favor of Gaia or Lucia the moment they were cursed, but people always have to have something to support themselves from being overwhelmed by life and to give their souls a place to go.
The flame of divine magic was not extinguished and lit up straight in the wind. The soul will be burned, he thought, but the will and yearning will not. They burn forever, like stars shining in the night sky. When Uriel walked past Mysterok, he saw traces of tears on the vampire boy's face. I kept my promise. As he passed the stone statue of Rodenworth, he thought again.
Before dawn, Uriel would take the two living children out of the warehouse and put them on a cart, and then chant poems praising the goddess Gaia by the suspension bridge. The human child is only two or three years old, sleeping soundly amid the melody, safe and peaceful. But when the flames rose and the valley lit up orange, he was still not satisfied.
Going to Knights Bay next? I see that you don’t want to cause any more trouble to the Gaia Church. It’s useless to look for it. Without the emblem of the sky, the bishop will not see your Croita name at all, which will escalate the incident.
It’s not that I don’t want to. "I promised Dorothy to find her son. This is the primary goal." Uriel replied, "If the 'Cauldur' destroys those children, it will be useless even if I kill all the priests involved in the transaction. Wait until I finish We have made an agreement to settle accounts with these bastards one by one, starting from the monastery of Parnsa. No one can escape. When I deliver the head of the culprit to Bishop Forest, he will meet me."
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As they passed through the fields, Hitarian was surprised.
"I didn't know it was so big here," she told the northerner leading the horse, with a hint of cheerful surprise in her voice.
"When we get to Winniewats, the fields will be all white, and they will be even wider than they are now." Wittek said, "It will be endless as far as the horizon is white. Your field of vision has an end, but there are no mountains and clouds. The earth and the snow-capped mountains are indistinguishable from each other. Yes, but if it’s a clear day, you can tell where the Morris Mountains are from the sky.”
Hitarian thought of a frosty moon morning. She saw streets and dirt roads covered with snow. Ruth went crazy with joy and jumped in the snowdrifts. But she was shivering with cold and just wanted to roll around in the bed. There were very few people on the streets that day, and the same number of people going to church. There was no one around, so the thieves had to go home hungry to drink cold water - which was not easy, the wells were solidified and the earthen pots were covered with a layer of ice, and she actually wanted to break them with stones! Ice is colder and harder than rock, and it contains impurities that are visible to the naked eye. Snow is better. In addition to the cold, the Hitarians are resistant to frost
There is no other more profound impression on the moon. Ruth likes snow. Fortunately, she is lucky and is not easily troubled by diseases. At that time, Hitarian was lying in bed due to a cold and the first menstrual fatigue, and her little friend Lissen stole the dry firewood prepared by the tailor for the winter and cooked a pot of hot cabbage soup for her.
The four-leaf field ripples in the breeze. However, she had glimpsed the golden fields outside the city gate, but the snowfields and ice peaks... they were almost beyond the limits of her imagination. "The mountains and the sky are very easy to distinguish. Maybe he was bragging. Has anyone been to the top of the mountain?" She was sure that he would hit the glass in the sky, so she questioned Witke's description. Shitarian firmly believed in the statement that the sky was made of thick glass.
"Not yet, maybe in the future. No, no one is lazy, the adventurers are trying their best. But the Yeti tribe lives in the mountains and eats everyone who tries to conquer the top of the snow."
"Snowman?" Ruth's toy?
"Yes, but it's different from what you think. They are wonderful creatures made of snow that move, eat and scream. Snowmen are all white because these guys don't wear clothes. Just looking at their appearance, their bodies are It is much larger than the gadgets piled up by children, with no limbs or neck. A pair of jewel-like black eyes are embedded in the head, which is a precious mysterious mineral." Witke described vividly, "Snowmen mostly live in groups and live in groups. On the southernmost plateau of the Morris Mountains. There is the Yeti Tundra at the end of the Ice Territory. It is said that the Yeti is also a kind of elf, but it is a subordinate race of the mourning goddess Suvillier. But some people have seen the Ice Witch sharing the village with the Yeti, So scholars believe that some of the snowmen were born later - created by the witchcraft of Hedath, the ancestor of the ice witch."
"Hedas can also make snowmen?"
"And it's better than anyone else. Her witchcraft is related to ice and snow, and Hedath herself is also a mysterious creature in the Ice Territory. There are legends that she is the descendant of snowmen and humans, a hybrid demi-human. There are not many demi-humans. Good stuff...Have you ever heard of demi-humans?”
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"Someone who's not quite human?" Hitarian guessed.
"Half right. Some people were originally humans, but due to mysterious influences, their blood and fire have changed. Such people are also demi-humans." The northerner told her, "Of course, demi-humans are not human beings. They are just related to We share a common ancestor. These creatures are basically hybrids, humans and elves, orcs and humans, or hybrids of various weird races. There are also magical creations among them. It is not entirely a rumor that Hedath created the snowman. She used witchcraft and some of the mystical qualities of snowmen to create a snowman that could survive in the hot sun."
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