Chapter 399: The Witch of the Harp Seat

Style: Fantasy Author: Cold Moon EraWords: 2993Update Time: 24/01/13 10:18:18
The broken moon was brighter than before, and the cracks on it gradually became apparent. It rises from the other end of the Singing Sea, crosses the Yeti Tundra and the Morris Mountains, and slowly passes by the tall castle next to the sand and crabs, the brightly lit Brestatik, the Inner Earth Sea and Sodria , and then went to Brumnot, thousands of miles away. Part of her wanted to fly out the window and leave with the moon and the constellations.

Helen Dorothea put aside her foolish thoughts.

She sat by the window, facing the cold fireplace. Moisture is evenly distributed in every corner, and the fabric of the sheets is expensive but still doesn't keep them dry. Originally there would be a maid to help her clean the house and dry the bedding and pillowcases, but after Nanna was controlled by black magic to assassinate the lion Ronald Zachary, Helen banned anyone from entering her guest room. The humiliated mortal maid Nanna is standing in the corner like a sculpture, her eyes are distracted and she cannot speak. Fortunately, her limbs are flexible, so she has been taking care of the room these days. In order to prevent her from being manipulated by black magic again, Helen used some small means to make her only listen to her instructions. This is better than killing her.

"Rigoletto" is a witchcraft that controls living people. It is fundamentally different from necromancy, but the effect is almost the same. But luckily Nanna is still alive and Helen can hypnotize her. The magic will passively enhance the girl's mystique while modifying her memory. It's also good for her. Ronald the Lion has never had the moral sense of a mortal, especially when it comes to matters between men and women. He only obeys the class of mysterious creatures, and mortals are nothing.

So does Helen. After all, the mysterious realm and the mortal kingdom are two completely different worlds. If there is too much communication, it will not be good for both parties. The witch is not denying the value of mortals, but she knows that it is best for mysterious creatures not to use their own ideas to speculate on creatures that are completely different from themselves. The outcome of interfering in other people's fate is that both parties are ruined, and people have to rely on themselves to fight to the end.

Bai Zhizhi made this mistake. He is not a witch and does not have to abide by my creed. But I'm right. The Red Prophecy is one of the most dangerous omens. He thought he had the ability to intervene, but he died in Six Finger Castle. Helen should have no reason to accuse him. The White Envoy is the Minister of Foreign Affairs and the Commander of the Tower. It is his duty to protect the stability of the subject country, but this does not mean that the White Envoy can die for Eastman. He should know it himself. He is the Skymaster of the Tower, and his responsibilities to Chloe and the Destiny Gathering are far greater than Eastman's. Lord Sage handed Uriel over to the commander and raised Eastman to the same status as the other vassals. Facts have proved that they were both wrong.

So am I right?

Since learning the news, Helen has been thinking about this issue. She often reflected on herself and taught this habit to Roma. The kid was Larsen's apprentice and a delightful little thing. Roma has always liked to go against other people's expectations of her, just like Helen did when she was a child, sometimes even more so - Helen never left Blumnot without authorization during her apprenticeship, let alone participated in the prophetic dream. Regardless, Helen didn't want her to be in any danger.

Nanna took small steps and poured her a glass of mulled wine. The waves rolled in the moonlight, and the reflections of the constellations rose and fell.

At the monastery in Iron Claw City, the little apprentice who led the team hoped that she would adopt his idea and find Roma in the most efficient way. The problem wasn't his method, it was the lion's failure to find Roma as he wished, and now she was probably in the hands of the vampires along with the babies. The Dark Wizard and Drablay's ambush on the tower had been planned for a long time, perhaps starting with the unrest in San Carlos. If the White Envoy dies, the tower will fall into a trough, and the Destiny Assembly will be in chaos for a period of time. Fortunately, with the saint, the impact will be no more than this.

Helen suddenly realized that the White Envoy seemed not only responsible for the tower. He has an apprentice. Uriel will mourn his death, just as I did after my father's death. I should stop him, she thought. The School of Silence had brought the ascetics into Eastman and the church had become dangerous. Larson wanted me to take care of the child, but he probably didn't expect that the commander would take Uriel to join the search for Roma. The White Envoy was dead and Uriel might still be alive. She had better send someone to find him immediately.

But she didn't have a second Dalton to drive her, and she couldn't find a position as an apprentice. The loss of traces of Roma was due to the Red Prophecy, and the lack of Uriel was due to his own reasons. Helen didn't know much about Uriel, and divination based on just one name was a privilege reserved for mythical creatures to mortals, and could not be done between each other. She tried to increase the level of mystery, but the blood-red shadow spread again along with the pull of fate, and finally she had to give up.

Now that things have come to this, maybe I should leave here. Chaosheng Castle is too empty, and its owner has not been back for a long time. The local lords are busy with the Gulf War, even though mortals can do absolutely nothing in this battle in the mysterious realm. The same goes for witches. The civil war in the Oath Keepers Alliance came suddenly. Helen originally thought that the wizards of the Silent School would conflict with the vampires first. She was new to the ways of war.

But Helen knew her place. She was not a warrior, at least not powerful enough to end a war. She is not a staff officer or a general who can grasp the ever-changing battlefield situation... However, I am the nightingale of fate. Harp witches recognize people's efforts to resist suffering, and they themselves will never sit back and die.

Helen drew her cloak. She rarely did this, especially when alone. Night is the moment when she is closest to mystery, and all mysterious actions are redundant - she is not willing to pretend to be mysterious, but the profession of witch requires "mystery" in all aspects. God knows how I came to be a witch, or a witch of Harp. The horoscope given by Andrea was as vague as her title. Helen stared at the water of the Sea of ​​Songs. There were no pictures, no characters, and even the light path was broken. Well, the Singing Sea has its own mysteries. This is not a lake at all. She was lucky last time.

Before the situation completely derailed, the witch discovered an omen on the sea. That was the prophecy of Knight's Bay, which pointed very clearly to Dalton Shadowfang Nathanael, the captain of the guard of Tidal Sound Castle. The reflection of the starlight formed his slender cursed sword, the sword of the elves. The water turned dark red in the candlelight - which startled her - and then gradually became lighter and tainted with purple. Although according to her understanding, it is the tradition of the night elves to curse on and off the sword, because this is how their enemies, the vampires, create vampires, but the prophecy is different from the reality, and every change has a special meaning.

She did not interpret more of what she saw, but simply relayed it to the person involved in words. Although this process can be regarded as a kind of construction. But her intervention was moderate and had no impact on the plan. Dalton agreed to her deal, and it would be more efficient for him to go to Roma than Helen herself.

Besides, Dalton Shadowfang was a night elf, for Otto's sake. There is no way he would betray her and join the vampires, and he is mysterious enough - no matter what the vampires have planned, the intervention of the Red Prophecy will make Drablay more law-abiding than the vampire nobles under him, and Roma's safety will also be guaranteed .

The only ones to worry about are the dark wizards. Or a society of demons.

Helen touched the belt buckle on her thigh and picked up a long needle with her fingers. It's made of mithril, but its primary function goes far beyond killing vampires. She knew they would come. I've waited too long and peeps will only be more impatient than I am. These guys have a big appetite, and the tower's sky messengers are more attractive to them than the easy-to-deal with apprentices.

And Helen wouldn't run away. The power of the Nameless One is far beyond what the ring level can resist. She believes that the devil paid a great price in dealing with the White Envoy, but Dalton also needs to protect Roma. Mitigating the risks Roma takes is imperative, and she can do this and more.

The advantage of mystery is absolute.

A black shadow jumped out of the water and headed straight to the tower balcony.

Changed Assassin. Helen's figure shattered like a bubble, and the maid Nanna passed through her silhouette with extraordinary agility and pinned the assassin who had jumped onto the balcony to the fence. The mortal girl's arms were soft and slender, and the assassin she choked let out a short hoarse cry. He kicked his limbs and struggled desperately, but still died after a few seconds.

God knows why she chose the profession of Harp Witch. It is neither a war job nor an astrologer, but a witch is capable of protecting herself. Helen Dorothea could travel alone in Peniaio. She could always foresee dangers and make arrangements in advance. The night gives her shelter, and the mystery makes her strong.

An elemental spear broke through the door and nailed a portrait through Helen's back. The witch carelessly swiped behind her, and a crack suddenly appeared in the air. The elemental spear exploded on the wall, but all the magic and the aftermath of its spread fell into the crack.

The lyre represents the past. Helen's witchcraft makes her immune to the effects of any magic she has seen in the past, especially incorporeal mysteries that are lower in mystery than hers.

Nanna threw the body off the balcony and jumped on the table to avoid another elemental arrow. Windrunner. Although the elementalists can use the same magic, the Windrunner, who specializes in the art of bow and arrow, is more threatening to control arrows. They can use magic arrows to cause damage that is not inferior to elemental arrows. Before the next wave of attacks arrived, Helen broke the silver needle.

"A community of shared future"

The tower groaned and a sharp crack spread through the night. The castle was in commotion. The floor of the room began to slope toward the sea, and the furniture slid and rolled on the carpet, and piled up on the balcony. Nanna grabbed hold of a post at the end of the bed, which was the only thing anchored to the ground. She hung on it like a tapestry.

Helen stood still in the air and watched as the stone tower on the coast broke off, taking the assassins and all the rooms inside and falling into the dark sea of ​​singing.