Saying goodbye to Nimue seemed to be just a moment ago. Dalton stepped across the river and broke the ice behind him. The frost giant warriors sent him across the river, but Dalton had never thought that there would be a river on Gray Wing Island before. He couldn't help but have the idea of waiting to find Laurent Vigue to find out the cause of the change in the island's landform. But this was quite a time-killing plan and he couldn't complete it.
Croita's Miss Roma Penelope...he must find her if he wants to be free.
But freedom is still not what he wants. For Dalton, this transaction did not involve the sinister tug-of-war between an adventurer and a hirer. He felt that he was more comfortable with work than idleness, and more secure with a goal than wandering. His empty mind was always easily occupied by memories, making him feel particularly unspeakable and aggrieved when he was alone. Therefore, Dalton must shift his attention to more tense and critical places, and must not leave any leisure to relive the past.
The battlefield effectively disrupted his rage, but it still didn't stop him from leaving the team.
For others, Renon Hetlenner's proposal was just right. The best place a night elf can find on Binya Io is the Oath Keepers Alliance. This is undeniable - three of the seven mysterious pivots are mainly humans, and Dalton is incompatible with humans. It was already a proven result, and realistically speaking, it would allow him to be pardoned for breaking his agreement with the witch. After all, the apprentice Roma may have died in the war, and Dalton would have no way of finding her.
Of course, he had given some thought to the matter. Dalton himself is not a detective. It is possible that the Tower Witch has already found the clues and just needs him to bring the person back.
But Dole had no interest in sitting on the ground playing with corpses from morning to night. The ticket he paid to "Medal" was enough. This reason sounds more arrogant than seeking revenge, and it is more stylish to say. Forget it, I am a person who will retaliate for his anger. DeWitt and Sir Laurent, whom Dalton swore he would bring death with his own hands.
The road in the mountains is winding, and the closer you get to the top of the mountain, the more scorch marks and dead trees on the ground. Dalton didn't know why Prince Drablay would set up his camp on this small island. Not only was it surrounded by sea, but the climate was also extremely harsh. It was not a favorable battlefield from any point of view. In his opinion, Gray Wing Bird Island is more like a cover for vampires to show off their secrets, and Prince Drablay will have other plans elsewhere.
But the Witch of Destiny told him that Sir Laurent Vig was on the island. When the vampires' attention is either focused on the actual camp or busy dealing with the Oath Keepers Alliance forces, they don't care much about the status of a former Gulf Fleet commander. Dalton will get what he wants and pull him out and kill him.
This time, Laurent Viguet won't have DeWitt's luck. No matter who is in front of him, Dalton will cross it without hesitation...
... He suddenly saw a little lion carrying a wooden bow jumping out of the bushes. A series of lightning followed her, splitting all the vegetation on the route into charcoal.
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Uriel thought that the black magic of Azrube that he saw in Holly Town was weird enough, but he still did not understand the true meaning of "black magic". The flying mysterious rays intertwined with each other, leaving a gap enough for him to lower his head and pass through, but he still felt the magical barrier vibrate suddenly and was hit by an invisible attack.
"Am I blind after all?" Only then did he distinguish the outline of the elemental bomb from the splashing sparks. Elementalists are one of the most popular professions in the mysterious field. No matter where there is a conflict, you will always encounter one or two. "Or is it not magic?"
"The nameless one's fire will only become more sensitive to uncontrolled mysterious perceptions." The messenger said as he jerked the reins and bypassed a section of stone road that was broken under the softening witchcraft. "Especially when you're distracted," he teased.
"I'm sorry. I'll try my best."
The messenger made no further comment. It was obvious that he was still a little uncomfortable playing the role of mentor. But in the eyes of many people, the changes that Bai Zhizhi had made compared with him before going to Eastman were really extraordinary. That's what Ms. Helen thinks. She left in an alley near Black Whale Street, still vehemently opposed to letting the apprentice go to church.
"If it were before, I wouldn't need to say more." The witch complained, "You will figure out the priority of the matter yourself. Lord Commander, your current situation is only suitable for staying away from the war. My suggestions are probably useless to you, But Uriel is not you. No matter what those people think, Eastman will not be destroyed by the Gulf War."
"'Those people' don't refer to yourself, right?"
"The assistance provided by the tower to the vassal countries is also limited." Ms. Helen ignored his sarcasm, "I think your apprentice is about to fall asleep."
"He is more energetic than the horse under your crotch. You can leave your worries to another apprentice. She is not in Beacon Town." The witch's last persuasion failed. She patted Uriel on the shoulder with compassion and said goodbye. Give him a card.
These were all the consequences of concealment, and Uriel was so ashamed that he dared not reach out to pick them up. He knew that he always had enough magic power and his senses were sharper than ordinary people. Accepting Ms. Helen's help was really a fraud. There was no need for the witch to be so concerned about him. This was all because of Mr. Larsen, but I lost his apprentice in Silverdome City due to personal reasons. He originally hoped to cheer up and make Ms. Helen less worried, but due to the fermentation of shame, his expression became even more gloomy.
As he crossed the muddy pit, Uriel saw the outline of the church. The tall bell tower would ring in the early morning hours, but now it is only a wreck and there are no bells in the town. There were a large number of clergy and mysterious creatures, so this little damage didn't matter, but the bursts of gunfire coming from there meant that the attack by the dark wizard troops had not subsided. Was the trap overloaded and destroyed, or were they not used at all?
A flying arrow was nailed in front of Uriel with a clang. The messenger retracted his ice shield, turned around and slapped him, and said sternly: "Try your best?"
Uriel woke up from a dream and almost fell off his horse. "I'm sorry." Fear and shame rushed into my heart. During the battle, his carelessness could get him killed. Uriel knocked the charging knight to the ground with a sword, and turned around to say something, but the messenger had already passed him. The mount's hindquarters were stained with blood from the spurs. It spread its hooves and ran wildly to avoid the barrage of arrows that were coming. A puppet soldier was unable to dodge and was trampled under its feet.
After leaving Iron Dragon Port, Uriel and Joey led the Witch of Destiny to break through the obstacles and plunge into the streets of the town. This is a more effective method than flying over the enemy's heads - the dark wizard troops have the ability to hang behind them, but are unable to catch up, so they are gradually dragged into a piece of sand on the road.
The church bell tower was right in front of him, and the messenger slowed down. According to the map instructions, Uriel successfully bypassed the main gate where the battle was taking place and instead entered a path blocked by dead people. They abandoned their mounts and used magic to hide in deserted houses, watching as the dark wizards crashed into the slaughterhouse of the Cross Knights like headless flies.
"We have to get in." The situation at the back door is probably no better than here. "What exactly is the church's trap?"
"The foundation of divine spells. The church has created divine spells that block divine spells. The scope is very wide, but it has no effect on me."
"Then they can't use it themselves?"
"No. So the Cross Knight is the key."
"Okay, in addition to the divine magic base and the Cross Knight, have the nuns and babies been moved away from the backyard?"
"No. The wizards of the school keep a close eye on them, and they have no place to move."
An unexpected surprise. "Then we only have to deal with the divine magic foundation. Can you avoid everyone and sneak into the church?" Uriel asked without hope. Of course, unless there is a secret passage under the church like the Senate Tower, it is basically impossible.
The messenger looked at him and said, "Yes."
"I would like to hear the details." The apprentice couldn't help but let go of his thinking and became curious. Is it magic? Or some kind of stealth technique?
The messenger pointed at the bell tower: "I will take you up and throw you to the location of the magic base. If you are fast, no one can stop you."
Uriel's eyes widened: "You want to throw me over?"
"The foundation of divine magic can be changed, or do you want me to break it? Without this thing, the overall combat power of the church will drop by a level. After all, the blessing of the Cross Knight can be effective outside the church. What do you want to do? ?”
"Sounds like a no-brainer choice." Uriel didn't ask if there were any other methods. With Joey's strength, what he should consider now is probably the issue of landing. "Then please throw it more accurately... By the way, is there any instruction manual for the magic base plate?"
The messenger grabbed his shoulders and glanced at him after hearing this, as if he suspected that the apprentice was lying. "All magical foundations are the same. How did you do it in Brumnot?"
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