When he was forced to drink the first sip of blood, Uriel realized that he didn't need to worry about breathing. He felt nauseated from his stomach to his throat. What the hell is this place? Is the "spiritual vision" still seeing my future?
The answer is self-evident. The River of Blood is unlikely to be a real place. His dream was neither a "vision" nor a prophetic dream, but a combination of the two.
Of course, the premise of this speculation is that I am still alive.
The water was so cold, and Uriel felt like he was burning with hope. He pushed aside the river water and swam forward. During this process, he inevitably encountered more broken limbs, even moving bones and dangerous weapon fragments. A war, he realized, was the only way to create such a long river. He simply couldn't imagine the scale of this war.
"Help!" This is no longer the cry of the drowning woman, but many overlapping voices, speaking in unison, longing for salvation in the torrent of war. Uriel took another drink of water. He couldn't even come to the surface, let alone help them.
The first intact corpse he encountered belonged to an old man. A strange-style robe was crumpled and hanging on the old man's body. His face was densely wrinkled, but his facial features were difficult to distinguish. The deceased's fatal wound was located on his back, and the skin and flesh rolled over at the gap, almost breaking his body in two. Uriel couldn't help but think of Iaconi's sword. If I was lucky enough to survive, I would have such a scar on my back.
Uriel moved on. The river of blood was so oppressive that he longed to surface even if he could breathe freely. So he encountered more strange corpses: the second corpse was only missing its right leg, but its heart was penetrated. Then there is the third person, she has long hair and a shriveled figure, but she seems to be a woman; the fourth person has a broken spine, he is wearing leather armor, and is holding a trident in his hand; the fifth person probably also wore it when he was alive. The armor is nothing more than a steel half-armor, now broken and scattered, leaving only one shoulder armor...
In an instant, Uriel's movements stopped. A nausea stronger than drinking blood rose in his body, forcing him to bend down and rely on instinct to relieve muscle spasms. A series of bubbles bubbled from his mouth.
This is not a strange corpse. You don't even need to look at the apprentice to realize that it is Joey.
The anchor point shattered the blood-red world in front of her——
What returned with consciousness was the feeling of pain. Uriel didn't scream simply because his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound. He wandered around in dizziness and layers of visual hallucinations for a while, and finally regained his five senses.
I am still alive, and my gratitude a thousand times overwhelms the pain, chaos and confused trembling. He touched the iron chain and the cold stone wall, and the twisted strings in the darkness converged into a little orange-red fire, with jingling sounds and slight footsteps. into the ear. He could feel the moisture in the air, but his body and clothes were dry. Where am I? How long have I slept? He coughed, tasting blood in his throat.
His movement attracted attention, and footsteps began to approach the door. When his vision returned to normal and his willpower was strong enough to suppress the pain, the door opened. Uriel blinked to adapt to the environment he was in. He moved his arms to support his upper body upright so that he could face the person face to face. "Fairwin." He was amazed at the calmness they displayed facing each other.
Iaconi walked to the stone table beside his bed and poured him a glass of water. "As you can see, you are now a prisoner of the church. Mr. Chloe's messenger."
"You read the letter." Uriel suddenly understood how he recognized them. Even though Roma is disguised as a human, her purpose and figure are really easy to recognize. He had no intention of traveling with Iaconi.
"I thought you hadn't seen it." Iaconi said, "Of course, the envelope has no trace of being tampered with. You must have used some means."
Devil's methods. "Where is Roma? Why are you looking for her?"
"I only follow the orders of the High Septon."
He deliberately avoided answering, just as I avoided the subject of the letter. "What happened to her?" Uriel tried to stand up, but failed. Fortunately, it was only the chains and not the injuries that were holding him back. The apprentice looked down and saw the bandages, and someone was treating his wounds. They don't want my life.
Iaconi's eyes moved accordingly. "I'm not sure I can subdue you, so I can only choose the safest way."
But it almost killed me, Uriel thought to himself. In the dream he was also forced to kill Iaconi in the church. Is this considered revenge? "I am still just an apprentice, Mr. Fairwin, maybe you have misjudged me."
"Those are no longer important." He put the water glass to Uriel's mouth. "You are the apprentice of the White Envoy. If reaching the same level of mystery as your mentor is considered graduation, then you can only be an apprentice in this life...Besides, I am not a cross knight. As a nightingale in the dark, what can I do? Use whatever means you have, as long as it achieves your end.”
Uriel could not refuse to accept help. His wrists were cuffed tightly to the stone wall beside the bed, leaving insufficient room to move around to drink water, let alone swing a sword or dagger. In fact, he now had a clean shirt and socks, none of which belonged to him. The apprentice's leather armor, weapons, and even the scroll of oaths were not with him. His magic power was so weak that he lost his sense of existence, and his fire was also very silent. I look like a useless piece of trash, he thought to himself in embarrassment. But his mood could not control his instinct. His throat was extremely thirsty and he drank every drop of the water in the cup. He felt that his chin was completely soaked, and his newly grown beard clung to his face.
"How old are you?" Iaconi put down the water glass.
"Nineteen." During the journey, Iaconi never talked to him about each other. Uriel discovered that this was also an inconspicuous detail. Nightingale would not talk about herself to anyone for fear of revealing too much information. The Tome of Oaths can detect lies, and other mysteries may do the same.
"Nonsense, your bones are only seventeen years old. But it's a good thing to be able to lie. Young man, take this as a lesson." Iaconi looked away, "Everyone must pay the price for this damn thing of growing up. , please remember that day firmly."
"I will," Uriel replied.
"I hope so." Iaconi stood up. He didn't ask his apprentice to forgive him, and he didn't seem to feel any guilt for his actions. "Azbe Zion wanted to see you as soon as you woke up. He provided you with holy water and bandages. Anyway, it won't be wrong to thank him. I think you will be able to stand up."
Azby Zion, a dervish, waited in the lounge barefoot. He had calm brown eyes, and his hair was long enough to be braided around his thick neck. His broad shoulders were covered with leather and brass studs, but his arms were completely naked, and a black steel plate painted with a cross pattern hung from his chest, covered with scratches and tears. In addition, his clothes and luxuriant hair were neatly groomed. At first glance, he gave people an impression of humility and courtesy. But as soon as he spoke, Uriel immediately understood that this was just an illusion.
"When I saw you, I was so happy that you were still alive." This was the first sentence of the ascetic monk. "It's not because you are the apprentice of the White Envoy, but because the gods you believe in also guide us." He sat his apprentice in a chair by the fire. "I brought a few servings of 'Cicada' to Silverdome City, but the effect of holy water often depends on faith. The clearer your will, the faster the wound will heal. Bishop Kaos suggested that I wake you up, but at that time you The situation is somewhat special.”
"I fell into a strange dream." Uriel said vaguely.
"No matter what, you relied on your own will to survive the pain." Azbi said, "Based on this alone, I am willing to believe that your belief is very firm. Considering your identity, you must have assisted Iaconi. It's also sincere." His eyes fell on the apprentice calmly.
"Do I have to say anything about this?"
"No. It's just that I don't want you to misunderstand. It's hard to trust at this time, but we may be able to agree on some small but necessary details. After all, we are all servants of Gaia."
"Maybe it's Gaia that gives me the ability to understand others. In fact, if I were a guy who easily misunderstood others, I wouldn't be here." Uriel decided to take the initiative in the topic, and spoke in Az In the rhythm of the competition, he couldn't figure out the other party's intentions at all. "But my companion is not a Gaia believer. Her race determines that she loves life and nature more. Is she okay?"
"I can't decide that. We couldn't find Miss Roma."
Did she escape? Uriel was a little unbelievable. The little lion was just a beginner Windrunner, while the ascetic monk in front of him was a high-level mystic - this was the feedback given to him by his biggest secret. "I'm very happy to hear this news." With Sauron's help, she might have arrived at Knight's Bay now.
However, Brother Azby dispelled all his illusions with one sentence: "I'm sorry, but Miss Roma disappeared in the sudden high tide at the pier. A cross knight wanted to drive the carriage into the street, and we also lost our relationship with him. connect."
Uriel repeated doubtfully: "High tide?"
"It's hard to believe, but it is true. All the rivers and floods in southern Biniaio will have strange fluctuations this year, and the root cause is the Broken Moon. You should know better than me, Uriel, you You and your mentor participated in the divine descending incident that occurred in the Ice Territory." Azbi's status is obviously higher than that of Iconi, and his knowledge of Uriel is better than most people the apprentice has met. "Your adventures are enough to be made into a song, and the goddess will favor you. I can't give you any evidence to believe it, because the port that was washed away is a few streets away from the church. To put it bluntly, you can only believe it. us."
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