Under the crumbling embankment, the young man's figure is like a floating leaf in the pond. But the majestic mystery that emerged from his fire was nothing like the power Lametta had just witnessed. This is a magic that even the White Envoy needs to use magic spells to assist. Even though Lametta has overestimated the enemy as much as possible, her imagination is still too lacking.
City of Silver
The extreme realm of ice and snow descended on the river, the midwinter showers stopped, and the lightning and thunder dissipated in an instant. The thick clouds suddenly pushed outward, revealing a clear sky and a fiery red sunset.
"No!" Lametta heard the cry in her own scream. No, please, Dmitri... and the gods and Gaia, you are my gods too! Why don't you listen to my prayers?
The silver-white frost world spread with the cold current, and Lametta even heard the cheers of the people in Six Finger Castle. You had blessed me, she thought absurdly. The City of Silver is expanding every minute, with the White Envoy as the center spreading its embankments. The overflowing torrent of waterfalls quickly froze, the melting stone walls solidified in the ice, and the rushing waves also fell into stagnation for a time. I was happy too early. Lametta turned around numbly. My brothers were right, he was not an opponent I could defeat at all...
But this time the gods seemed to hear her prayers. A series of explosions suddenly sounded in the re-stabilized wall, as if the unforged wood was forcibly twisted into a wheel under huge force and screamed under the weight. To Lametta, there was no more beautiful sound in the world.
The young man landed on the ice, and the cracks spread slightly for a moment. Suddenly he stumbled, the ice wall suddenly cracked, and he stepped into the wake of the dam. The City of Silver falls apart. The successive exposures to Order had indeed brought trauma to him, Lametta suddenly realized. She watched the young man stand up again with the ice sword. More frost and snow covered the high wall, but the mystery was no longer the same. This was the limit of the White Envoy. She felt speechless. He could no longer realize the mystery beyond the sky. I won.
Now, the frost crawls in vain across the crumbling dikes, progressing as if it's replacing stone and concrete with ice, but the ice walls are also tearing apart. Every time a water column breaks through the blockade, it is undoubtedly a blow to the mystery. This is the stupidest response. Lord Mercury concluded that smarter mysterious creatures would never resist the power of order. Gods bless him, may he continue to be stupid.
The rain is still falling, and soon the river will wash away the White Envoy and his obstacles, carrying my gifts to all the cities downstream.
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By the time I picked up the newspaper, it was too late. The wine had flowed all over the table and the seat cushions were soaked. He planned to get a new one, but suddenly realized he needed to save money, so he had to make do.
The port of Gray Crab Castle is not as prosperous as Tielong Port in Lighthouse Town, but at least it can still allow large ships to pass. Laurent Vigor promised that he would return to Ironclaw safely using the ladder, but only if he left Knight's Cove by boat. "The ladders here are under strict surveillance by the detection station. If you go back to Iron Claw City, you must either take the waterway or transit in the Garden of Flowing Waters." The fleet commander told him, "Although your wanted order is a joke, it is still It's a trouble. Disguising yourself will leave room for the lords passing by. They are all subordinates who must abide by the lord's orders, so they can't turn a blind eye to you."
He was completely micromanaging, telling Dalton exactly what to do every step of the way. "You really understand me." The night elf responded. He really couldn't think of this level. Escape from Knight's Cove was a habit he had developed over many years as DeWitt's bodyguard. In fact, the mysterious creatures of the High Circle were enough to escape from any mortal castle. Apart from the Tower Witch, he had no rivals in Knight's Bay.
"It's good to know your enemy." Sir Laurent said, "We were originally enemies."
Even now. So he got off the boat when he passed the Gray Crab Castle. It was dawn. Sir Laurent could not have anticipated his move, for he himself acted on the spur of the moment. The only thing Dalton learned at Tide Sound Castle was not to trust anyone, even his own relatives and friends. My betrothed is the Nightingale of Laurent Viguet, and the lord to whom I serve is her lover. What hurt him the most was not Ingrid's betrayal, but DeWitt's attitude. They could trust each other in Iron Claw City, but they turned away from each other in the fiefdom. Didn't he treat me sincerely? Or am I standing in his way?
He probably knows the answer. It was Ingrid, and her appearance ruined everything. Laurent Vigue pushed her in front of Dalton, then turned around and sent her to the count's bed. The night elves would never be able to endure such an insult, and DeWitt himself was a demihuman... Their enemies indeed knew him best.
Beware the poison in your heart blood, so the witch Helen warned. He thought she was referring to Giles of the Blood Tribe, but it turned out to be Ingrid and DeWitt. Just as he could not forgive Sir Laurent, he could not deny that De Witt was primarily responsible for their breakup. I regard DeWitt as a blood relative, and I have blood flowing through my body. He finally understood the meaning of the prophecy. It was the poison in my blood that changed me.
Fortunately, he was not the only one suffering from the poison. In the study, he stabbed Ingrid, and the spell took effect upon the blood and took root in the soul. His fiancée will experience a long and painful torture before she dies. I almost killed DeWitt, too, Dalton remembers his anger. The night elf placed the cursed sword sworn to protect in front of his lord's neck, and DeWitt was forced to retreat until he hit the railing of the balcony.
"You have to calm down, Dalton," his count said. "I am your count. Calmness is the best way to solve problems."
"I have no problem, my lord." The captain of the guard replied, "There is nothing to solve." His explanation was worthless to Dalton. "The gods see everything. DeWitt, the night elves can only trust you once."
"Then you should at least listen to what she has to say..."
"Every word she said is not worthy of acceptance. It has been like this in the past and it will not change in the future. Please stop talking, my lord, the same goes for you." The tip of the sword touched the lord's throat. He was determined to penetrate this lying throat... Ingrid screamed, Grady and another knight broke through the door, but they were all too frightened by Dalton to move.
"The gods are here... Lord Shadowfang, please put down your sword." Grady begged. Owen didn't dare to look at him at all.
"Never." He turned around and stabbed Owen's throat with his sword. It was he who sent Ingrid into Tide Sound Castle. Now the knight's body fell in front of the half-elf, and her expression began to twist in pain. The blood hissed and Dalton closed his eyes.
Grady dropped his sword and dared not speak again. A high-level dark elementalist could not catch up with a hundred swords, but Dalton did not kill him, even though he might be involved in this matter. Owen's death completely awakened this illusory dream, and only Dalton knew that he died for DeWitt. I told the Lord Witch to stick to the road... He felt a trace of resentment for no reason. But for whom the resentment was for, he couldn't tell at all.
DeWitt Hearn watched in silence.
The candle flame wavered in the evening wind. "You will be punished, Lord DeWitt. But not by my own hands." Night elves are not humans. They believe that shame can only be washed away with blood, and someone in the room has already shed blood. "You are no longer my lord, unless one day you capture Tinnodar." Dalton took off the coat of arms of the Herne family from his shoulder and threw it at the Earl's feet.
DeWitt winced. But his fear failed to please him, and Ingrid's tears had a magic that made him feel ashamed of her. What should I do? Dalton asked himself, do I want blood or repentance? Or dignity? Or do I actually want to save them? No, Dalton Shadowfang Nathanael would never do that.
A strange panic arose at the moment when the alarm bell sounded, and the castle was awakened. The night elves passed by their old masters and jumped into the tide of darkness...
"I'll clean the table," the maid said. Dalton moved his arm away, but a look of disappointment appeared on the other person's face. I'm not human, kid, and it would be good for both of us to stay away. There are always benefits to escaping.
That night when he was at the lighthouse, the air on the shore seemed to suffocate him more than the cold ocean. He then wandered aimlessly through the town, with no wandering knights able to spot his ghost. As he passed Ingrid's shop, his salt-water-cooled rage finally got out of hand and he burned it to the ground... We're cut in two, ma'am. The night elves will throw disloyal people into the cloud well. There is no cloud well here, but it doesn't matter. The same goes for fire. Now that he has abandoned human norms, the blood of his hometown is gradually awakening. Cloud Well is the underground of the earth. Only bastards among the night elves would give themselves the clan name of Cloud Well. You have no idea, dear Ingrid.
Two maids came to stop him when he set the fire. Umi and Lily were both DeWitt's lovers, and Dalton's anger was reignited when he saw them. By the time he came to his senses, the fire had engulfed their bodies. This is my sin, he thought to himself. They are completely unable to resist the count. What am I doing? Gods are here, help me, save me, how can I be freed from pain?
The gods are blind and deaf, but mortals are not. Soon his wanted order spread throughout Knight's Bay, and adventurers who were not afraid of death tried their best on him, and he also vented all his anger on them. But the flame seemed inexhaustible, just like his fire. This is not my life, but he found that he had nothing else to do. Depravity becomes a habit, like drinking and fighting. It was even fun to observe other people's murderous intentions and actions. Dalton was surprised to find that he had killed more vampires during this period than before combined. If I continue like this, I will soon encounter opponents of the same level, maybe multiple, and die at their hands.
This went on until Sir Laurent found him while he was drinking alone in a seaside tavern.
