"The thread of law is disordered," Sauron warned, "Sit down quickly!" Roma, don't move anything"
She couldn't figure out what was going on. "Someone yelled on the boat, did you hear it?" She tried to open the window, but frost solidified in the gap. She then knocked on the door, and sure enough it was firmly sealed. Screams and cries reached her ears through wood and leather, but the loudest sound was the sound of water. At the dock, there is nothing surprising about this. Mortals are fragile. Who fell into the water?
Then Roma heard the horses' neighing and heavy footsteps. "Who's inside? Open the door!" This was not the voice of Uriel or Iaconi, and they would not ask this.
The car body shook suddenly, and the screams and shouts outside became louder. Many people were asking for help. Who is coming? Roma struggled to keep her balance while hoping that the person on the frame would be shaken off. But she heard the scraping, no louder than the water and the screams, just closer, so close. The gap was filled with frost, but you could still see a little outside. She raised her eyes and looked over, seeing the twisted and blurry black armor behind. At this moment, a sword blade suddenly penetrated the carriage, and the blade brushed her shoulder. She couldn't help but feel her hair stand on end, and immediately retreated to the middle of the carriage. The ice and snow spread quickly, completely freezing the four walls.
No. "Let me out! I have to escape!" The Cross Knight must have come to catch her, but Uriel and Iconi haven't come back yet. She is a Windrunner and can only fight with her claws and daggers while in the carriage.
"...can...hold your breath...persist..."
The hoarfrost turned into messy traces, and only a few words were not so distorted.
"Sauron? What's wrong with you?" A burst of panic struck. No matter how many people outside cursed and hacked at the wood with daggers and spears, it never made her feel this way. The carriage was shaken by force again, and Roma tried her best to stabilize her body. Half of the sword was frozen on the wall of the carriage. She used her dagger to push it out. The frost was as smooth as satin at the moment, but the moment the sword tip disappeared, it completely blocked the crack.
"..." Sauron must be trying to say something, but the frost marks are skewed and cannot form characters. She suddenly realized that the Cross Knight alone could not make the Night Whispering Ring so nervous. It wants me to sit tight, not run away.
"Bring the carriage over here," someone instructed. "Stop fighting with the wood, you idiot!"
I'm not coming alone, Roma thought, but it doesn't matter, I will rip out the throat of the nearest guy first, and then nail the Cross Knight in the distance to the ground with an arrow. The only thing she wasn't sure about was whether her claws could penetrate steel.
The wheels began to spin, and Roma suddenly realized that the previous vibration was not the movement of the carriage, but the ground! The ground is shaking. Will the land shake? She never thought about it. The two loyal horses were whipped, whining and moving forward. But the little lion felt that the sound was getting farther and farther away from him, and only the knight's shouts and curses lingered in his ears. "The lever is broken," he said.
"Behind you!" The voice that had previously issued the command groaned in fear, and Roma couldn't help but turn her head and look behind her. As the carriage turned around and the glass faced the river, she saw a white line coming in from the distance, getting closer and higher, and shadows and waves went hand in hand. The entire pier seems to sit on an open book, and the reader is trying to turn a page away from the river. They are being covered.
Only then did she know what had caused the previous chaos at the pier.
…
The sky in Six Fingers Castle has never been clear since the day Lind Punabag arrived. Even now that he has left, the clouds are still entangled in the Garden of Flowing Water. The castle guards discussed in low voices, thankful that the cloudy day was just a cloudy day, but they were all ignorant fools and could not see that the brewing rain was about to pour into the calm river bank.
Lametta took off his mask.
The breeze accompanied the raindrops falling on my face, and the coolness boosted my spirits. It would probably rain before evening, she thought with satisfaction, and the area around Six Fingers Fort would become a marsh country again. Her "father" is extremely busy, and her son is bedridden. Needless to say, the entire castle will be under the control of the new mistress. Her only order was to close the city gates until dawn.
She had no plans for the mortal castle, but it was a key part of the plan. For this reason, Lametta did not hesitate to enter the territory of the Black Knight and launched a secret operation near the headquarters of Byrne. It's a good thing that Seroma replaces the Black Knight as the agent for the City of Reflection, and he helps out a little bit if possible. The undead lord would just sit back and watch her get into trouble. These are her good brothers.
The wind grew stronger, lifting her hat. These winds all move upward, carrying huge amounts of water vapor, which will merge into dense clouds and then fall from the sky, washing away everything. Lametta couldn't help but tremble at the thought, and joy enveloped her.
Before becoming Lord Mercury, she was an apprentice of the School of Silence, spending her days with herbs, witchcraft picture books, and parchments. Her mentor "Blue Rhinoceros" Danvers is a stupid and unaware wizard who has never stepped outside the Wizard's Cliff. She heard many made-up stories from him: notes about swamp witches, green elves, and gods. A few of them were experiences brought back by the ascetics, and many were absurd country legends. Among the apprentices at the time, only Lametta believed them deeply. After her mentor lit the fire for her apprentices, she chose to become a member of the Dervishes without a second thought. To this day, the only thing she remembers is how long and difficult the journey was, and how dangerous it was depending on where she was going.
Gaia has never looked at me, she decided. Otherwise, He will definitely impose divine punishment as soon as possible, or simply not let me return to Brestatik.
Not all wizard apprentices come from the mortal realm. Lametta's parents were both mysterious creatures. Her childhood memories are inseparable from the mystery, but Lametta was indeed not born at the mysterious pivot. Her hometown was Bures. That's why she came back here and met Dmitri, the previous demon lord of the Silent School, who saw her true nature at a glance. Since then, all the burnings and trials she had admired had become nightmares—these were the things that would one day befall me, a wizard of the Silent School.
No more, a new destiny has arrived. Dmitry gave her a new hometown, and she began to see Knox in a different light. We are not demons, we have a place in the mystical realm, and our position in Dawn of War is not chosen by us. When entering the realm of space, the disaster of the undead has not yet arrived, and the battle of the saints is an illusory shadow. Lametta soon heard about Dmitri's death in her laboratory - Queen Evanterine of the Glitter Pool cut off his head and presented it as an offering to Lucia. She could do nothing but swear revenge.
"It's not accurate to say that." Lametta whispered to the dam and reeds, "I have done a lot of things, such as taking over Demetri's position and becoming the Mercury Lord of the Silent School."
Destiny is never a joke. As one of the three mysterious fulcrums with saints sitting at the helm of the Silent School, the lords change as frequently as the sun rises. If Lametta hadn't come from a school of thought and had the good fortune to join Starless Night during her travels, I'm afraid that when she returned to Wizard's Cliff, not only her spiritual journey would have ended.
"'Bronze Lord' Dmitri, the demon lord of the Silent School." This voice was familiar to her.
Lametta had already put on a mask. She turned slightly to the side and scanned the visitor with her peripheral vision without fear. The battle in San Carlos left no trace on him, except for one thing...he didn't open the Star Gap just as she expected.
"It was the previous lord." She corrected.
"Soon you will too," Bai Zhizhi replied.
Is he bluffing or is he really sure? Lametta couldn't help but think. In San Carlos, the snow disaster created by the White Envoy was enough to exhaust the fire of any sky realm. It is said that before that, he also delayed the arrival of the Broken Moon with mystery. She almost suspected that the tower commander was already a saint, because the gap between them was so huge that it was unbelievable. No, true saints don’t need any handwriting. Their own mystery is enough to mobilize order and cover the mystery with mystery. Bai Zhishi's strength probably stems from his profession.
"It's rare that you speak before the battle." She has had this doubt for a long time, "Are Sylvanus and I any different from your other opponents?"
The young man was silent.
I didn't expect him to answer. Lametta turned around, the feeling of light on her back slightly lessening now. She was not so arrogant that she turned her back on an invincible enemy, but even if she tried her best, the result would definitely not be better than that of Cardinal Daniel Edgar. The fire of the Nameless One gives her unique power, but it cannot be compared with the Broken Moon... The battle in the City of Fog failed to give her confidence, and no matter how much the war the White Envoy experienced weakened him, I will not Maybe you can defeat him on your own. And once she fails, the tower will not spare her life like it did with the Holy Council of Radiance.
"I do not like my job."
Lametta suspected that her ears were picking up the wrong message. But there is no doubt that Bai Zhizhi is communicating with her. His voice moved smoothly through the rapids of the dam, without any ups and downs. "What?" she blurted.
"My responsibility. My job. You want something different than Daniel." His words were unclear.
Lametta found himself looking at the tower leader with new eyes, "I am the Nameless One. Sylvanus is trying to make us coexist peacefully, and his small ideals are as ridiculous as his vision."
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