The rain became heavier at this time, and the six towers stood in the strong wind, like stone hands reaching toward the sky. The air flow whimpered through the "fingers", and a flag was even torn off the wooden pole; the heavy rain fell into the world with a strange rhythm, washing away the dirt between the nails.
The city is longing for salvation from the gods. The gods are gone, she thought, and all I can give you is rain. Lametta reached up to push the damp hair away from her neck, remembering her wedding. Her new husband is having endless dreams, hoping that marrying the devil will not send him to hell. I was originally a wizard, and my mother wanted me to marry the truth, but I refused; Dmitri longed for the truth more than me, and he died for it. Mortals are not qualified to covet the right things. Only Gaia will judge us fairly.
Fortunately, the trial does not start now. "I am no match for you, the White Envoy." Both he and his sword exuded a cold edge, and the mystery weighed heavily on Lametta's shoulders and neck. "I have no intention of fighting you either. I'm waiting for you here not to stop you, but to let you witness your defeat." She avoided the ice flakes condensed by raindrops, "and my victory."
The enemy has already arrived.
Mystery bloomed in the rain curtain, and the silver air flow suddenly spread, shattering the ice crystals. Lametta caught the frost blade, her fingers were flowing with magnificent metallic colors, and the sword immediately broke and shattered. However, the impact this had on the White Envoy was not as great as the previous witchcraft storm. In battle, distance is often life. Lametta did not want to have close contact with the White Envoy. I am afraid Bishop Edgar thought the same way at the beginning.
The heavy rain instantly condensed into lines of ice, cutting into her skin. Lametta lowered her head to avoid the fist coming straight for her face, but another swift combo knocked her whole body into the battlement. Even through the metal skin, the spine and flesh were numb in pain. The young man's next blow was aimed directly at the chest. Presumably in his eyes, women's excess fat compared to men would not cause any hindrance. He could even break metal. Lametta raised her hand, and the panic revealed by this movement made her very angry. The silver-moon-like metal gathered into a tornado, pulling the messenger's elbow away and hitting the stone wall. The magic destroyed the battlements, rubble knocked against her mask, and the feathers shattered.
This time Lametta watched helplessly as the poison seeped into the wound on the messenger's arm. Witchcraft was not a poison for mortals, but it still could not pose a threat to him. Never mind, she hadn't expected the toxin to take effect back in the battle at San Carlos.
Bai Zhishi didn't flinch from the pain, maybe he didn't feel it at all. Lametta tried her best to get past the sudden swing of the sword, and the dark blue color on her face made her decide not to take risks with her body. The White Envoy's fighting style is exactly the opposite of his mystery, or in other words, his profession is to control the enemy still and command himself with agility in service of his skills. Lametta had prepared many ways to deal with the cold, and she could manipulate more than one metal; but now Lametta was willing to pay any price to gain agility and strength.
When she finally managed to distance herself, the dam was already behind her. Ice is spreading on the river, and ships that are too late to escape are frozen in place. It seems that he is not ignorant of my plan, but now it is too late.
"The gods have eyes, let you hypocritical and despicable victors learn a lesson." Lametta let the outermost layer of skin flow, and the frozen part turned into powder and fell off with just a light touch. The heavy rain began to turn into hail, and only lightning still swam in the dark clouds of Six Finger Castle. "Your failure is doomed, Bai Zhizhi. And I will return a great gift to the entire mysterious realm."
Accompanied by the roar of the earth shaking and the mountains shaking, the dam across the Jinque River groaned under the impact of huge waves.
This is a majestic project built by the strength of the North during the reign of the founding monarch of the country, Crockane Watson Talbot. Its scale is not inferior to the abandoned Kingdom 1 train. It was built by mortals with hard work on its cornerstones and trunk, and its body and bones were mysteriously strengthened. The Naga of the sea race once retreated in front of the dike, so the locals believe that Watson I shaped its soul to protect future generations. At that time, Six Fingers Castle was regarded as the last line of defense for Eastman. In order to defend the kingdom, Sir Laurence Norman, the commander of the Sword Legion, agreed to give the young Queen Flavia as a gift in exchange for the support of the fishmen.
Lametta had no knowledge of Eastman's history; it was all told to her by her new husband. They were married at the dam, Azrub fooled mortals with his tricks of the robin and the red rose, and Sir Isborne was fat and full of food and drink. She kept smiling throughout the whole process, pretending that she was a shy bride... and occasionally had fun doing it. But at the end of the game, these guys deserve to die, they are not my kind.
Dams are the outstretched arms of mountains, embracing wild and violent rivers. Now this arm was falling apart under the influence of witchcraft, and it was she who cut it off. Mortals are Knox's parasites, trapped in a cocoon of order. It's time for a new beginning, and this land needs a new owner. I am cleaning the dust at my door, Lametta wanted to say to the Black Knight, I have fulfilled my promise, my brother. This was the first debt they paid, to Dmitri.
The young man had never had such an expression, not even in the round mirror trap of San Carlos. Under the heavy rain and strong wind, the dam is heading for destruction in an irreparable manner. The water flows through the solid walls and mysteriously hits the blocks. The roar of the earthquake is duller than the thunder, and the groan of the fracture is more miserable than the wind and rain. The thorns of ice and snow spread wildly, but they could not fill the pillars shattered by witchcraft. It's all in vain, she thought. This is the power of truth. One day, the starless night will also have order in its hands.
After trying in vain, the White Envoy turned to face Lametta. "Black magic." There was no doubt in his eyes, only coldness.
"No, this is just a simple stone-melting technique." But after thousands of mysterious superpositions, it was burned into the inside of the dam by ancient magic texts. All that was needed was for her to stand on the bridge and chant the spell. "Did you see the magic text when we were fighting? Or do you mean you didn't recognize it at all?"
The School of Silence is unparalleled in its research on magic spells, and wizards are equally good at casting spells without spells. But Bai Zhizhi is not a mystic. He would probably regard those things as meaningless patterns... Lametta admired his masterpiece. The dangerous cracks and gaps were full of beauty. The collapse of the dam had already Unavoidable.
In the Mist City of San Carlos, the White Envoy was able to ruthlessly destroy the Red Walled Outer City, probably because Silvanus had already recruited the civilians on the periphery into his army. But this was the Six Finger Fort Dam, the throat of the Golden Bird River, and Lametta wanted to see if he could remain indifferent. Tell me, what are you going to do?
Bai Zhizhi responded to her with a sharp sword.
Harder than any previous blow, Lametta felt her guts vibrate beneath the metal. Unable to control himself, Lametta flew towards the dam like an arrow, crashing into splashing water, broken stone walls, and concrete layers filling the dam. Stars were shining in her eyes, her ears were filled with the roaring caused by her "masterpiece" or the vibration of her brain, and her consciousness fell into confusion.
It wasn't until she slipped into the water that Lametta remembered what had happened before: the furious sword blade stalled for a moment on the steel tower shield she constructed, and then cut the entire steel plate in half with great force. The harsh friction suddenly turned into a crisp sound of breaking, and the White Envoy seemed to let out a muffled groan, but the tip of his sword still moved forward resolutely, eventually leaving a terrible wound nearly two feet long on her body. I am afraid that no one can overcome this kind of pain with willpower. The violent air current pushed Lametta to lose his balance and fall towards the water below.
However, the pain did not seem to affect the enemy. The young man dropped his sword and broke through the steel tower shield, which also cost him. The ice sword and the arm wielding it were twisted into a terrifying arc, and he punched her chin with his left hand.
If it weren't for the nameless person's fire that barely aroused the mystery, Lametta's head would probably fly out of his neck. What hit the wall now was a complete human form, and she couldn't help but feel lucky.
A loser's outlet, Lametta thought as she slowly moved her body. The melted sand created a narrow beach, and she was lucky enough not to be hit by falling rocks. Anyway, this time it's my victory. The Mystery of the White Envoy can destroy the walls of San Carlos, but it will never be able to withstand the peak of the Canque River, which has a drop of more than a hundred yards and is filled with heavy rainfall. She heard the roar of the waves and the thunder of the wind, and even the pain could not drive away the joy.
"This is just the beginning!" She announced loudly, "The first fireworks of the ceremony!" She felt that her body was gradually regaining some strength, and she used her magic power to support her legs and stand up. Lametta didn't think the White Envoy would miss her target, but he certainly didn't bother her while she struggled with the pain. You must know that she was originally planning to ask for help from the Black Knight. It was better to endure ridicule than death. She was not willing to become like the Black Knight.
Something is wrong. Lametta continued to move forward through gravel and rain. As the commander of the tower, it would be more in the interest of Bai Zhizhi to kill her, the culprit, because he could not stop the flood at all. Where is he now? The Black Knight stopped him? or……
There was a sway at her feet.
It was unimaginable to fly again, but Lametta overcame the dizziness and pain of the wound. In the storm, she could hardly find any trace of the messenger. Fortunately, the unknown man's magical perception came into play at this time. What is he doing? Fear drove her forward, but it also restricted her steps. Lametta felt anxious. There was no doubt that the messenger's purpose was to destroy her masterpiece, something she would never allow. Don't be stupid, he can't do it at all, but people in Kamaria think so too.
She closed her eyes. I am the nameless one. This comfort seemed to work. Her ears were connected to the wind, and her magic was her vision.
"Eternal winter...has arrived."
