Their road ended in a park, and the barren lawn was covered with silver frost. This didn't look like a prepared battlefield, Sylvanus realized. Maybe the White Envoy doesn't think we have the ability to threaten him. But to be honest, he was right.
"You have a choice." The voice he heard was like snowflakes falling from the sky.
This start caught him by surprise. The White Envoy has an extremely distinctive fighting style, and every battle he experiences ends quickly. Many times this is because the opponent is too weak, but if the opponent is too strong, he will find other ways to achieve the mission goal efficiently. Silvanus had never heard that the White Envoy would give his opponent a sentence before the game started. He was not a judge, just an executioner. The other party's unusual behavior made him feel nervous. "If I had a choice, I would not stand opposite your Excellency." The leader replied, and he slowly backed away. "My subordinates have a blood feud with you that cannot be resolved." He frankly admitted that he had taken in the demon.
"I can't feel the hatred from you," the young man said.
Could it be that he can sense my emotions? "Because I am not biased against anyone, Your Majesty. The officials sent by the tower to manage San Carlos were assimilated by the local nobles. They are the culprits that caused the fog and death, rather than the local people fighting for justice and survival. .If you think wiping us out will end this war, it won't. More people will take over our responsibilities until the city is rid of this pest."
"He is a demon hunter." Masked Lady Lametta reminded, "He doesn't care about your tolerance. And rejecting demons is not prejudice."
"No, that's the prejudice itself." Bai Zhizhi actually retorted. "But there's nothing I can do to correct it."
"This is really not something you can say. Your Excellency Bai Zhishi."
Sylvanus agreed. "We are always thinking about war, but death in peacetime is regarded as a matter of order. In this fog, countless people lost their lives at night looking forward to the sunrise. They should have lived longer. In the palace guarded by the villa, a few people toasted to celebrate and enjoyed various delicacies on golden plates. The honor passed down by their ancestors should be ashamed."
“Glory shall shine upon your descendants, as it should be.”
"But the common people are not of the blood of sinners. Why do they have to endure oppression and suffering?" He did not need Bai Zhizhi to answer, "Because they have no power to resist. The nobles built high walls to consolidate their status, and used colors to distinguish the noble and the lowly. May we always be their slaves. Not anymore. Justice has come and the walls will be red with their blood again."
"When the purge is over, the Affairs Department will send a new administrative officer to manage the City of Fog, a qualified San Carlos City Lord."
Is he trying to convince me? Silvanus felt a little weird. In fact, he had some doubts about whether the information he had gathered about the messenger through hearsay was accurate. This could not be the commander of the Sky Realm of the legendary Sky Tower.
"To you, he may be a sensible manager." He drew his sword, "But no leader is qualified unless he comes from among us."
"I know you don't trust Croita."
"No, that's not true at all. What I don't trust is you and your companions - the so-called superiors who hold high positions, are selfish, rely on false honors and unworthy achievements, and take it for granted that they are above the order. Those! I was originally one of them, but I spent the first half of my life learning a lesson from you, that is, never believe in the comfort of the ruler."
"I'm not trying to comfort you." Bai Zhizhi showed rare patience, "Listen, many things are different from what you think."
But this didn't impress him. "Because there are some things you haven't thought about at all. Did you think about the civilians who were implicated when you were hunting demons? Did you consider San Carlos when you built the alchemy factory? I understand that Croita is not unsympathetic, but... In fact, you have never thought about it, or you have seen that the short-term sacrifice now can bring greater benefits in the future." Silvanus told him: "And we are just the 'short-term sacrifice'."
"That's not what I meant, and I can't answer whether you sacrificed or not. It seems to me that you think you can serve as the administrator of San Carlos, but now you can't even tolerate others to make their own words. You see the suffering of civilians , but there are more people in the City of Fog that you have ignored. This balance is wrong. You stand aside as a weight, trying to swing left and right, but you can't find the pointer."
This time it was Sylvanus' turn to be confused. "I'm sorry, I don't understand what you are saying, Your Excellency. Are you blaming me? Or are you looking for some scale?"
"You don't need to be sorry." Lametta sighed, "This is not your problem. It seems that verbal disputes are not an area that the commander is good at. You should pretend to understand, that will make us more The odds.”
"The officials of the Affairs Department suggested that I execute the rebels." The young man ignored her, "but I don't feel comfortable performing my duties so straightforwardly."
This Lord Messenger is indeed abnormal, Silvanus is sure. Originally, the other party's behavior was in line with common sense, but something changed today... Is it Lametta? His intuition was not that simple. The root of the problem may lie with himself. "As far as I know, Your Excellency, you have rarely been this patient. Your subordinates have changed from hunters to prey. Has this made you cautious?" He asked tentatively.
The effect of this sentence is extraordinary. A dark ring of ice spread along with the envoy's anger, and the mist caused the chill to spread rapidly. The masked lady took a step sideways, and the smooth transparent barrier suddenly flashed and then disappeared into the air. "Are you irritating him? Don't you want to delay time?"
"He doesn't look worried." Then I should be worried. What went wrong? "Be careful!" Even with Lametta standing in front of him, he still found it difficult to breathe.
The storm produced a terrible squeezing scream, and the sky was covered with gray; the fog escaped like waves split by rocks until it was sealed in the ice by the cold current. "Law Wizard." Sylvanus heard the other party's surprise from this statement. He did not try to turn his head and stepped away without hesitation. The horse's hooves skidded on the grass.
A crescent-shaped scimitar was placed on Ms. Lametta's cane. The ice slowly grew and crawled towards her fingers, but faded away in front of a lit rune. Lametta's mask was covered with cracks, and she exhaled like frost: "But not your old friend, Shiro."
"You are not a witch. You are a school wizard."
"That's it," she replied.
Bai Zhizhi floated backwards, his whole person in silence. That judgment seemed to be his final word for the entire conversation. Until the end of the battle, he would not try to convince anyone again.
Snow fell from the sky.
The spikes came out of the ground, and Lametta quickly dodged back and jumped into the air. Silvanus was glad that he had retreated early. He whipped his horse whip and his horse galloped forward. The churned ground chased the horseshoes all the way to the edge of the park's fence. The wood was smashed into pieces in the next second, and the center of the battlefield kept moving.
When falling, the White Envoy used the chimney on the roof to change direction, and at the same time threw flying spears at Lametta. This was no easy task, as the latter tried their best to disrupt with stormy winds. The mysteries of the realm of space collided with each other, and the aftermath blew away the stone sculptures of the fountain. The chimney the messenger left was bent downwards, and the bricks smashed through the old and discolored roof, causing a scream. The civilians inside scrambled to the ground and ran out the door. After a few steps, they fell into the bottomless fog.
It's toxin. Silvanus felt the power of the same source of witchcraft and couldn't help but turn his head and glance. Among the deep and shallow grays and whites, Lametta's fiery red mask stands out. She nimbly avoids attacks and never takes advantage of any gaps. This caution saved her from the fate of the skirt and sleeves - the flying fabric was torn by the air current, and the owner was barely able to protect herself and had no time to worry about the dress and manners.
Ice picks and flying spears rained down continuously, and the masked lady raised the defense of the air flow, pushing the ice crystals away from the target. But this couldn't stop Bai Zhi from using the long knife to break forward. She had to retreat while fighting, hoping that the seeds sown in the air would take effect.
'The steps are as new as new, no trace left'
A spell flowed through his heart. The leader waved his sword back, and countless winding streets covered the black gravel road he walked on. The sword blade in his hand shattered with a click, paying the price of black magic for him, and fell into pieces in the wind. This is a high-level witchcraft, and Sylvanus can exert a superior effect. But he knew that this would not be able to confuse the White Envoy for long, and Lameta's passive defense could not contain the envoy... Soon he would face the tower's sky commander.
He must find a way to escape pursuit. Compared with the battle that he could not intervene in, the rebel army's offensive against the Red Wall worried him more. Silvanus did not want to lose his achievements on a battlefield that did not belong to him. He hoped that he could devote 100% to the real battle and command the demon subordinates to expand territory within the red wall.
However, this was almost impossible. With a huge earthquake that shocked the island, the masked lady's strong wind hit the tower more than ten yards away with her. Just looking at the ram's head on the giant hammer held by the White Envoy, he could imagine how Ms. Lametta was knocked out by it before. This thing is a battering ram, and Silvanus's rebel army has also prepared it. A mercenary team is responsible for using it to break through the red wall gate. But no matter what, it is by no means a weapon that can appear in a duel.
At this moment, he felt an invisible weight pressing on his spine, and his mount neighed and fell in the black sand. A broken dead tree flew over his head, sweeping sawdust and dirt from his head and face. Silvanus struggled out from under the horse's body, but he was not very afraid. "I know you will not give up your original goal easily." The golden runes shined above his head, but he declared with a hint of pride: "My army will win!"
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