"What's going on?" Alexia waved her whip and drove her mount closer to Lemons. "Aren't you going to Compass Heights?"
It had been three days since the Holy Knights changed their route to Zangwill, and even Arabella could tell that it was Magdalena who changed his mind. Of course, the chief priest would not ask directly like Alexia, but whether it was insinuating or straight to the point, Lemons refused to respond. They walked silently and step by step for three days. Except for stopping for a few hours at the Cathedral of the Royal Capital in Brestatik, the Paladins went straight to the holy city of Zangwill without stopping, as if there were people behind them. Monsters throughout Sodria are in pursuit.
About to return to the Holy City, Lemons finally had a chance to relax for a while. His nerves had been tense for so long that even Kongjing could not bear it. "Lady Magdalena made a prophecy," he confided.
Alexia became solemn: "Can't you tell me? I won't ask."
"No, the Parliament seems to have been prepared for the future situation. Lady Magdalena's prophecy is not about Knox. She believes that her end is approaching." Lemons still couldn't believe it, but he would not use his own The common sense and shallow knowledge of prophecy refute the Harp Witch's perception of destiny, and she can only make guesses.
"In these few days?" Yali understood the reason why they suddenly changed their route and hurried on their way, "Then we should stay with Bishop Putrid, at least we can help control..."
"I don't see anything wrong with her." Arabella suddenly appeared from behind them. "Lady Magdalena is in good health, but at most she is a little mentally exhausted. This is the effect of frequently crossing the stairs." She met Lemons' gaze without changing her expression. "Since you are willing to speak, I also wanted to come and ask about the situation. By chance, I overheard your conversation."
"Indeed," Lemons said, "I don't know why she told her last words. But as far as I know, Lady Magdalena is a human being, and she obtained the White Prophecy two hundred years ago. Mystery can indeed Extended life, but so far, her mystery has not changed. Arabella, how long can the Witch of the High Circle Harp live?"
"The longest lifespan recorded is about two hundred years old."
"Even if she started learning the mysteries in her teens, she would have been sixty or seventy years old when she became a high-level person. Based on this calculation, Lady Magdalena's lifespan has set a new record."
"It's rude to care about a lady's age in front of her." The chief priest sighed, "But your worries are indeed justified. Magdalena's time is short... May Lucia judge her soul fairly."
Ari made no comment, but Lemons could tell she still had doubts. She was not like this before. The Holy Knight Commander missed Alexia at that time. The foundation of comradeship is trust, but Alexia didn't believe anyone. During the Raven War, the White Envoy killed his familiar lover. Lemons didn't know how painful and helpless she was while recuperating in the Holy City, but this undoubtedly changed Yali. Yet he didn't even have time for her.
Zangwill is located in the north of Sodria, the country of quicksand, and there is no such thing as a Frost Moon here. The scorching sun turns the soil into sand and turns the plain into a desert, but Zangwill is an oasis in the sea of sand, thriving under the light of Lucia. It would be better if there were no monsters to harass you. Lemmons arrived at the outermost outpost, and the guard immediately opened the door for him. These people are paladins, and the holy city should be protected by paladins.
Magdalena rode behind him, reining in her horse from time to time to look at the sand dunes. At noon, the silky clouds shimmered with sunlight, and the bases of the white marble columns were buried under the sand. The beams were twenty yards above the ground, casting shadows that rippled from brown to red. Only then did she notice that there was a pool in the shadow.
"I haven't been back for a hundred years." The witch lamented, "This damn place is still so hot. But then again, what can Sodria do? It will probably freeze at night." The water waves are clean and you can hold them directly Start sipping.
She had already changed into a priest's white robe and was sitting on the stone steps with Arabella. Alexia prayed in the chapel, Finger following closely behind. Lemons placed Durandal across his knees and stared at the sand-filled gaps between the stone slabs.
"I heard that you also achieved extraordinary achievements in the War of the Saints." Arabella said, "Brice expanded the territory in the northwest as a result. There are countless pioneer knights and recipients, all thanks to you."
"My achievements are nonsense, filling the soldiers with blind confidence." Magdalena sneered, "Victory is the luck of a few people, and most of the bones buried in the sand will curse me."
"Lucia will always protect your soul."
"You have the potential to take over my duties, Miss Reese."
It was friendly teasing, and it seemed like they got along better than Ari and I did. Lemons stopped focusing on the priests and instead admired the smooth curves of the hills in the distance. Magdalena had not returned to the Holy City for a hundred years. He had only been away for half a month, and she felt missed very much. The scenery of Sodria is indeed much monotonous compared to Eastman, but with the rich variety of monsters as embellishments, this visual feeling is very slight. The paladin watched as a strange creature the size of a war horse emerged from behind the sand dune. The guards threw spears skillfully, and it was nailed to the sand after less than five yards.
"It's a bird," Caddell said. He is Lemmons' most trusted brother. The two of them entered the Holy Knights in the same year, a hundred years ago. The Paladins often have personnel changes. They are the enforcers of justice. It is their bounden duty to face evil and danger. "The ones that can't fly, the feathers are quite nice. Are you going to pluck a few and give them to Miss Alexia, sir?"
"I remember that you have never been married once." Needless to say, the implication is that he basically has no say when it comes to pleasing women. Kader had four or five female companions, but they all ended in regret and failed to make it to the end. "What was the name of that girl before? Kuri?"
"She's married to a neighbor. Can you please forget about her?"
"And you are still single, which is really shocking. Finger received a letter from his family a few days ago and informed everyone that his son can lift a sword."
"I think that kid is good enough to be a Paladin. Why not recruit him to the Paladin Order, sir? You can retire then."
Chatting quickly passed away the rest time, and it was also fun to watch the guards clear away the monsters that appeared in batches. When Lemons was about to assemble the team, suddenly the stone slab under his feet was lifted upwards, dust and sand suddenly flew into the sky, and the masked man jumped out of the shadows like a golem made of sand.
"Enemy attack!" the paladin captain roared. Durandal was faster than the enemy's blade, splitting the rushing figures at the moment the stone slab shook. The masked man was cut in two with a sword, and his body parts flew out of the courtyard.
The priest immediately raised the barrier, and the knights were reminded and quickly drew their swords to fight the enemy. However, it is inevitable that some people will not be able to react due to being too close. The throats of the two knights were slit on the spot. Their bodies fell into the pool, and their blood was spread by the waves.
Arabella grabbed Magdalena and dragged her behind her. The Harp Witch grabbed the chief priest and sent her sideways. Suddenly a masked man jumped down from the rafters, and his dagger passed empty in front of the priests' eyes.
"Go find Yali!" Before the assassin landed, Lemons had cut his neck with a sword. The dagger bounced off the marble and fell into a pool of blood.
Alexia's Sanctuary appeared first, and this experienced former priest was even more mysterious than Arabella. She shattered a flash of magic in the air, and the candlestick burned brightly. It fell at Lucia's feet and was kicked into the sand by her.
A masked man dodged his lance and bumped into Kader's shield. Finger set him on fire and turned around to retreat behind the escort of his companions. Arabella and Magdalena also passed through the surroundings. The two assassins pursued them, but were blocked by a magical barrier.
Lemons pounced on the nearest nightingale.
The number of enemies was not large, but the fighting area was really narrow. The Paladin quickly entered a fighting state under the surprise attack, and was still retreating steadily after a while. Except for the masked man who was killed by Lemons with one sword, the other enemies were actually able to deal with four or five Paladins alone.
They didn't know how long they had been lying in wait here, and even the guards here didn't notice at all. The outpost is guarded by paladins in shifts, and there are priests' magical foundations to detect the surroundings. It is almost impossible to go wrong during the changing of the guard. These nightingales appear suddenly from the sky as if ghosts have taken on physical form. The Paladin Captain found that his mystery had no effect on them, but looking only at the level of magic power, these nightingales did not exceed the scope of the ring level.
If he can no longer guess the assassin's background, he is no longer worthy of being the leader of the Paladin. Lemons pinned the knocked down Nightingale to the ground, revealing an unfamiliar face with extremely obvious local characteristics under the torn mask. "Demon society. Priest! Purify them."
The sacred fire flew across the marble tiles, instantly intertwining into a giant network of airtight flames. The demon howled sharply, its flesh curled up and withered in the high temperature, and its fragrance drifted away with the charred ashes. Several young knights couldn't help turning their heads and gagging.
Lemons and Kader have returned behind the priest's barrier, and Durandal's black and silver blade is spotless. Arabella, the priest, brought the Witch of the Lyre to his side and reported the battle: "Three people were injured, sir, and two knights died. The priest suffered no losses."
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