The cave is deep and winding, filled with sweet smoke. The smell made him uncomfortable for some reason. He almost missed the scrapyard he passed. Dalton suddenly thought of the last banquet before he and DeWitt turned against each other. The shaking "Ethel" was eventually shrouded in smoke, but it was the smoke of war. It tastes exactly like it did then.
Why come here? he asked himself. Unknown danger awaits at the end of the pipe, and there's not even room to swing a sword. The diameter of the pipe is enough for a small person like Roma to walk smoothly, but a night elf with normal development must bend his waist, lower his head, and bend his knees to climb hard on the iron fence. I'd rather go in, just like I planned.
However, all plans were lost. Laurent Vigue himself came to the door and died at the hands of Dalton. After that, he briefly thanked the other party for not showing up on the Vampire battleship, otherwise he would have turned back to Knights Bay halfway and missed Miss Roma Penelope.
But now he overturns all the ideas he held at the time and denounces them as stupidity when he thinks about them. I can't find Roma. At most, I have violated the agreement with the Witch of Destiny. Whether I will die or not is unclear; but now he is deep into the vampire camp with a little lion. How Dalton treats the vampires, these vampires will How to treat him. I was probably dead. Why come here? How strange, he is not a person who takes life lightly.
"Stop," Ring wrote.
Dalton immediately gave up moving and held his breath. A series of footsteps echoed messily on the corridor and disappeared into the distance. Vampire or Vampire? Anyway, it's the same, they won't be friends.
To be honest, the existence of this pipeline is really unexpected. Dalton could see the people walking by, but he could avoid being noticed as long as he stayed quiet. Roads extended in all directions. He followed Roma for an unknown amount of time, and could only vaguely judge the depth. Gray-winged Bird Island seems to have become an ant nest, excavated by vampires into complex underground caves. He didn't like the place, but he was still getting used to it. Some senses that had not been activated for a long time were touched. Since coming to the surface, Dalton has given up the day and night life, because the light source of Tinudal is the Broken Moon, and Binnia Ao is bathed in the light of Lucia.
The caves on Gray Wing Bird Island are like Tinnudar on the ground. It is dark and lightless, illuminated by torches and candles. The withered half-dead souls are dragging in the narrow holes, breathing the moist air mixed with sweet fragrance. Dalton was envious of the way they walked. The deeper he went, the more he could feel something rotting underground, but he couldn't tell what it was, only aware of the danger. In Tinnudar, the Dark Corner, uncremated remains and traces of death always disappear quickly and disappear without a trace, so his people either throw their dead into cloud wells or leave only ashes.
I probably won't be reduced to ashes, he thought to himself, the Vampires were not in the habit of burning their enemies. In fact, they themselves don't like fire. The light and fire of the underground world are sacred symbols, but the people of Dalton worship what is left after the flames leave, which is completely different from the sun belief of the Glorious Council. Because light and fire are rare to see in Tinudar, they cannot get help or enlightenment from them. The night elves and other underground races are ubiquitous, safe and reliable only with ashes. An acquaintance of the priest handed him a box of ashes before he left, and swore to him that the ashes were the remains of the soul of a mysterious creature, and that his ancestors would protect him on his journey.
On the ground, my body will not disappear. Dalton looked at Roma, her tail wagging slightly in front of his eyes. Nimue and Hilda can make an agreement to deal with their funeral arrangements. Will the little lion do the same? Most likely not. Legend has it that lion men even eat young children, but Dalton isn't sure that's all a rumor. So why come here? Were you moved by her story?
Nothing wrong. Dalton knew very well that what moved him was not the safety of his people or the great mission of saving Eastman. He didn't care what happened to Tinudar, let alone Eastman. The night elves just wanted to know how Roma was going to make amends. She gave it a try, hoping to save the situation, even at the risk of her life. It seemed like a decision born out of youthful exuberance or stubbornness, but the kid said she was fueled by it.
If she does not cross the path of death, her soul will become ashes. Dalton couldn't help but wonder if witnessing her soul flame would be different from Laurent Viguet and DeWitt. The hatred between the country and the family has cooled down, and there is nothing waiting for him to finish anyway.
"Right in front." The little lion suddenly said. "The Pool of the Purifying Cauldron and the Mystery of Pain, be mentally prepared."
"Like the Gulf War?"
"I forgot you were in the war," she muttered, licking her paws. "It's much better than an apprentice like me." She seemed a little embarrassed, but Dalton didn't notice it at all.
"There are doctors in the Alliance's temporary camp." The night elf said. "You should seek help instead of running back like a headless fly."
"Are you able to speak in the Alliance army?"
"I think you can."
The little lion looked back at him angrily, "They are not worthy of trust. Wizards are also liars. Except for Croita, you'd better not believe in any mysterious pivot."
“The last thing that bothered Eastman was the tower,” Dalton pointed out.
"Told you, someone cares." She continued to lick her palms. "The Alliance came too late. Gray-winged Bird Island was originally the Alliance's embassy in the Murloc territory. They probably kept letting Drablay go so that they could finally harvest the achievements of the Vampires."
"Is this your inference?" Unexpectedly, this child has a rich imagination. Most of these conspiracy theories are heard from astrologers. Only these guys who call themselves the Knox Monitors study the world's crises all day long.
"The Oath Keepers Alliance is an alliance system. Many races do not allow vampires to create vampires, so the secret ritual cannot be activated quickly." Roma said clearly, "The civil war happened so quickly, which shows that the vampires have been prepared for it. If there is no one in the alliance, People support them, and the fleet cannot arrive now.”
The reason for this is not just that there are vampire Nightingales in the alliance. In fact, it would be strange not to. The cause of the war and the script of the drama are two different things and cannot be relied upon entirely. Dalton initially thought that this was exclusive information revealed to Roma by Laurent Vigue, but she did not mention the knight who had hunted her down at all. "The Alliance Army has already attacked before the Vampires can find the key to control the secret ritual. The Purifying Cauldron Pond will allow the Vampires to reverse their defeat, or at least drag them into a tug of war... Maybe war is the key to finding the key. You know Does this mean anything?"
This means that the key to finding the key may be a sudden storm at sea, or simply a malfunctioning ladder somewhere. Even if we count the speed at which the Alliance has assembled its troops since before the Vampires announced their withdrawal from the Alliance Council, it is still very efficient. This kind of war between you and me is launched without regard to location. It's not that the Vampires chose such an isolated battlefield, but that the Mystery of Pain is located here. If the vampires could control the progress of the war, they wouldn't have to worry so much about hoping that the clan leader would become a saint. The Oath Keepers Alliance has always had a saint, she is the Queen of the Twinkling Pool, Evan Jielin.
If Drablay becomes the second saint, the Alliance will not be able to crusade, and the "Hammerhead" may have sailed all the way into the Sea of Singing in order to protect Drablay's ceremony from being disturbed. The thought of boarding a ship to seek revenge in the name of protecting vampires made him feel uncomfortable from the bottom of his heart.
Dalton really couldn't believe that there was any necessary connection between the two, so he had to change the subject: "Isn't the point of the promotion ceremony of Prince Drablay?"
"The Mystery of Pain has many uses, but it is a weird way to use it to cross the limit of the sky realm."
It seems to make sense. “What else can it be used for?”
"how could I know?"
"You don't know what you are worried about here?" Dalton was simply shocked. "You chanted the slogan so resolutely and risked your life to break into the vampire camp just to stop an unfounded conspiracy?" He suspected that Roma had concealed some important information.
"That sounds like it." She tilted her head and glared at him, "So why are you willing to come with me?"
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It is foolish to constantly emphasize one's determination. Roma has never believed that true enlightenment requires reminding oneself over and over again. But now she is even more uneasy than when she entered the forest temple and faced the fire ceremony. She must rely on this kind of self-persuasion to gain courage. How many times do I have to repeat these ridiculous statements?
Dalton's accusation was expected by Sauron, but she didn't want to admit that she couldn't even make up a story. No one supports me, not even this night elf. I messed up everything, made more mistakes, and that's my gift. It was still too late to turn back now. Roma had experienced a near-death state, and she felt that she was not as fearless as she said. Be obedient, return to Ms. Helen, forget the prophecy and Aiken, forget Uriel and the Lord Commander, no one will blame a little lion who has not grown up too much.
"Tell me about it." Roma pressed, "Why didn't you tie me up and take me away? For your blood enemy?"
Zhuoer raised his head slightly and stared at her at a strange angle. Roma couldn't help but be a little scared. He is a wanted criminal and a spellcaster in the High Circle, who killed Ingrid and Laurent Vig. I was daring him to take a huge risk with me. Her response was to raise her head and glare at him more pointedly.
"The Vampires and the Nameless Ones conspire, and every citizen of the Order should lend a helping hand." Dalton said solemnly. He has his own agenda, Roma decided, and he didn't care if I knew it or not. But he didn't shut up.
"Besides, I often can't correct my mistakes myself, so I just want to learn from you." The night elf paused, "Originally, I thought the astrologers in the tower were timid, but you kind of made me change my mind. I ran away from reality and ran home, sometimes I want to do that. You don’t think so, Miss Roma. You don’t even fabricate conspiracy stories, you just face difficulties."
What an easy path this is, she thought. I wasn’t in pain or tired, and someone cared about me. But she has cut off this escape route with her own hands, and she will never look back. "Thank you for your respect, Dalton." The little lion said with a nasal voice.
"You really should thank me. What do we do next?"
