Dalton opened the book "Stories in the Daylight" and turned to the page he read earlier according to his memory. They had finished reading all the books Uriel had found related to Ain, the god of dreams. If they wanted to continue searching, they had to wait for the apprentice to come back. The thought of searching among thousands of books gave him an unbearable headache.
York agreed, and Sita was happily teasing the listless sunflower, as if she wanted to see if it could squirt out the water in the bottle. Looking at each other's stupidity, the night elf thought that it was impossible for them to talk together. Might as well pass the time with a book. If Roma were here, they might be able to play together.
A rare opportunity. He flipped back and found written records mentioning the war between the Ash Temple and the Mist Elves.
"...When she saw the first lizardfolk soldiers pouring into the city gates, Sir Brea realized that holding on to the city walls had lost its meaning. The enemy's goal was very clear. Their nightingale flew past the barrier of the fog elves at some point, causing damage more deadly than the sword. But out of the pride brought to her by her ancient bloodline, the lord of Antolet ordered to fight the enemy in the streets and alleys, determined to resist until the moment of death. In the chaos, the whereabouts of this noble fog elf commander were ultimately unknown..."
Dalton was pretty sure the editors were talking nonsense. The fall of Antolet, known to his kind as the "Battle of the Harvest," was the first legion of the night elves' command of the surface. The Ash Temple assigned its most experienced generals to seize Antolet and its nearby mines to ensure that military supplies and equipment were not restricted. The vanguard of this battle are stone birds, not lizardmen - they are not interested in attacking the surface, and the Ash Temple allows them not to participate in the war (of course, in the later stages of the war, there is no such thing as watching the fire from the other side).
Antolet's city gate was breached by a group of flesh-eating stones, and the fog elves must have been too embarrassed to say anything. Perhaps the missing Sir Bria was the author of this article. The fog elves will not allow noble blood to die at the hands of inferior people. This has always been the case with nobles. She probably escaped early. But if Sir Bria stayed, she might understand the true root cause of Antolet's fall: Nightmare had already sneaked into the elven border town before the war began, and there were no secrets in their eyes about the city's fortifications and military layout.
nightmare. Dalton turned the page. It is not new for the Ash Temple to mobilize the Necrons to participate in wars. The problem is attrition. It is almost impossible to raise nightmares on the surface. The lack of sun in the underground world is a very favorable condition, but this is far from enough to develop those dirty things to a large scale. So the Great Holy See obtained guidance from the ashes and raised the few dozen remaining nightmares. Throwing them near the cloud well finally kept them alive.
That was during the War of the Saints, Dalton thought, maybe they are extinct now. After all, Gavash is the only place where undead creatures can exist. Nightmares feed on death and are born from nightmares. No one has ever connected them with order, but Dalton has recently read too much literature related to dreams, and he can't help but think about the connection between those phantom-like undead creatures and Ain, the god of dreams.
The only clue he found was in a book recording the recipe for a potion. Some potions required the dried horn of nightmares as an auxiliary material, which was dispensable. All in all, there is no part of them that can help people control dreams. They are undead creatures and do not naturally belong to order.
The Great Holy See can control them, Dalton doesn't know how he does it. Wielding exotic weapons will cause damage, and the night elves don't need to remind them of this. He had long since left Tinudar. He stood on the land of Binya Io.
If it were in Gavash, Uriel's nightmares these days might give birth to a lot of nightmares. Dalton thought with interest that the Great Holy See could accumulate an army to attack the surface again without the need for cloud wells. The only thing the night elves hope for is that the Temple of Ashes can target the holy city of Zangwill.
"What time is it, Dalton?" York threw the tired sunflower back into the bottle.
"Ten thirty."
"Why hasn't Uriel come back yet?"
"Perhaps the agent is too busy to see him." Dalton turned another page. “There’s always something unexpected happening every day.”
"I heard that the Holy Knights have returned to the Holy City." Sita touched her chin.
Damn it, someone in the church actually revealed information to him? "The Holy Knights left, where did you hear about it?" Dalton asked suspiciously. If the mercenaries in the south were so powerful, he wouldn't have to think about the newspaper office when he was in Knight's Bay, he could just go to the tavern to recruit adventurers.
York looked at him sideways, almost overflowing with pride. "Sita is very welcome here, man. I chatted with the passing priest lady for a few words, and she opened up to me. It can be seen that not every priest is always in the way like that woman Arabella. Basil Rai wanted to join the Paladins, and she told me that Lemons Theodore led the team into the city.”
"Baolelai?" This naughty boy actually had a chance to hook up with a little girl.
"Didn't you notice? She passes by the door every day, but she never leaves the sanctuary and never sees Sita. Last time she asked me if Sita needed a bath and gave me a brush."
Dalton barely froze. I thought someone really couldn't see this guy's age. "Have you tried it? How's the effect? By the way, do you really need to take a shower?"
"No need." York didn't realize the problem yet, "Why do elemental beings take a bath?"
"Stop pestering people, York. I guess she wants you to realize how clingy you are."
Although Sita was temporarily put off, Dalton was not completely relieved. He was vaguely aware that something might have gone wrong in the communication between the agent and the tower apprentice, but there was no evidence to support his concerns. Uriel is not Roma, Dalton tried to convince himself that there is no point in asking you for things that he can't solve. In fact, you have requests from him, just like the representatives of the Parliament. The night elves suddenly found that they had not thought of the hatred of Knight's Bay for a long time.
"Just find a book and read it." There probably won't be any love stories in this area. "If you're not interested in the gods, I have a history bookshelf behind me."
"I'm wasting my life." York sighed heavily. "Capturing Nightingale is much more interesting than this, man, I'm serious. Even the Glitter Pool doesn't force Sita to study history. They let the tribesmen who are close to adulthood Leave your hometown and learn about the world alone.”
"I see. You were kicked out of your home by your tribe because you were uneducated?"
"That's not the case at all! It's my destiny to become an adventurer." His arrogance suddenly disappeared.
After a while, his voice also weakened, and he seemed to have found the target. Dalton raised his head and saw Sita holding a brown-red bound book "Mysterious Tracks" in her hand. Sita noticed his gaze.
"I want to read the stories from the Grand Alliance period." York said from the bookshelf, "The ones related to the evil dragon. Painter, oh, a certain short adventurer still thinks that Wintherspoon does not exist. Time It’s been too long and their stories have been forgotten.”
"We call them the First Men." the night elf said softly.
"Whatever people call them, they are the Ashes of history. You like that, Dalton? Oh, of course you do, I can see it. You are always mindful of your origins. The Temple of Ashes serves as a guardian of order. He participated in the War of the Dawn, how do your people describe it?"
"It? Wintherspoon?" The memory surprised him that his past in Tinudal was so clear. "Under the guidance of Noctura, the people of darkness came out in full force to participate in the greatest life and death competition in history. We no longer have the power to fight with each other. The only real enemy is the dragon of the abyss. The final crown Wear it on its head, and whoever wants to snatch it before us must conquer the temple.”
"You consider 'Victor' Veronka as a rival? In the War of the Dawn?"
"It is absolutely true. My ancestors were born for war and died for war. Our faith belongs to the god of war, who can influence the balance of victory as long as we please him."
"So your ancestors lost that time?"
"The winner is always Veronca." Dalton shrugged. "People know it." Sita laughed.
Until an uninvited guy spoke.
"You shouldn't make noise here." The visitor scolded, "Even if there is no one around."
Dalton stopped his expression. "We believe in the soundproofing magic installed in the library. Your Excellency, Lord Paladin, does it still work?" Unexpectedly, Sita's information was quite accurate.
"There is no doubt about it." Lemons Theodor waved his hand and got straight to the point: "Where is Uriel?"
The night elf glanced at the time. When he mentioned Uriel, he suddenly realized that he had been away for too long. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, would like to know the progress of his prophecy. This is a routine check every day." The Holy Knight Commander did not put pressure on them, and the holy sword was also stored in the scabbard, but if he wanted to take action, he would not be able to take it. It doesn't matter if you hold a sword. Dalton put his fingers on the hilt of his sword by closing his book, which separated him from Sita York.
Lemons frowned: "Really?"
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