"Human will is the embodiment of power." Joey said, "So you can use destroying will as a means to defeat your opponent. This is a confrontation of strength, similar in nature to mystery. But most of the time, we will choose to use it When the target is well known to the enemy and evenly matched, momentum deterrence obviously does not apply. If you are facing a suspicious person who is unwilling to take any risks, using it will achieve twice the result with twice the result."
"How do I determine what kind of enemy it is?" Uriel asked.
"Ask your parchment." The messenger said, "Or consult Sauron. Generally speaking, the degree of mystery can directly judge the strength of magic power, while the level of skill requires careful observation. The will of mortals is often determined by their mentality. When they are careless, The influence of willpower on the battle situation is dispensable. Once they cheer up and start focusing on gains and losses, their strength will be fully exerted."
"It sounds like I generally don't need it." Most of the enemies Uriel encounters are stronger than him.
"No, in some cases, willpower can play a decisive role." The messenger corrected, "If you are forced to face an enemy that is difficult to defeat, or even defeated, willpower can enable you to endure the pain and then calmly think about countermeasures. Conversely, when you need to seize a disembodied target from the weak, destroying the enemy's willpower is the only way to truly win."
"Why should I prey on the weak?"
"why not?"
Uriel paused to think. "Weak doesn't mean innocent," he said, seeing his mentor nod.
Violence is the method, and combat is sometimes equivalent to the ring of diplomatic rhetoric. In the future, you will encounter difficult enemies, not only in terms of mystery and magical skills. He competes with you in terms of willpower, but you can't teach him to give in willingly.
"Who is he?"
"Nightingales, especially the intelligence agencies of kingdoms or mysterious organizations. You can hardly win against such people. They have received professional training, and even if their strength cannot match the mysterious creatures, they will never lose."
"what should I do?"
"Destroy the target's will. This falls under the category of torture and interrogation... Do we have this class?"
We Sauron answered cautiously, is it necessary?
Joey glanced at the apprentice and said, "Need."
The new class starts after the second period and lasts from fifteen to forty-five minutes... Ring quickly arranges the class schedule.
"The most intuitive role of willpower in combat is to overcome the impact of pain on the state." The messenger did not waste a second. "Bleeding, fractures and even severed limbs will cause strong sensory plunder, which will lead to mistakes and various qualities. decline. Pain is an instinctive warning and an aid to the enemy."
"So, I have to learn to overcome pain?"
"That's it. In Kamaria, your willpower comes into play. You have to learn to resist pain and anything that interferes with your will, and you have to learn how to apply pressure. Once the position is reversed, you can use it."
Uriel considered the latter question first, and the reason is self-evident. "Deal with Nightingale? Aren't they trained?"
"There is a difference between training and actual combat. When you are faced with a box, there is more than one way to remove the contents. However, verbal warnings rarely work, and explaining the pros and cons is a waste of time. As long as you are dealing with a living person, then the sharp blade More effective than threats." The messenger pointed to the chair next to him and motioned for Uriel to sit on it. "Many people claim that they are not afraid of death because they have never died. Pain is conducive to arousing people's imagination of death."
Such demonstrations accounted for far more than verbal instructions in training sessions, but this time alone, the apprentice felt that his life would be in danger. "What are you still lingering on?" The instructor knocked on the chair impatiently. Uriel swallowed his saliva and backed away slowly...
...There was a loud bang, and the stone wall seemed to shake. Then, moans and supplications crossed time and space and penetrated into the apprentice's ears.
There is no one around here. It is a good place to seek money, kill people and commit violence. In fact, Kanderner did exactly that. He pushed the poor guy in the fur shirt to the ground. Of course, he ordered his man Roddy, but no one would put the crime of murder on the head of a dagger or a club and then chopped off two of his fingers. Listen to the man Holding hands and wailing. The luggage was unpacked and everything was scattered all over the floor. Uriel watched as the cavalry turned into nightingales and tortured their targets in a way that was familiar to him.
"Black Bee Tahu. I have long admired your name, man. It's good luck to meet him at the city gate, isn't it?"
The man curled up, his face tangled. "Who are you...let me go, please."
"Of course." Kanderner snorted, "What do we need a loser like you for? You won't follow us, Tahu, I promise you."
"You...what do you want?"
"Maybe it's your name. Black Bee Tahu, the adventurer leader of Mortus, we met a group of bees on the road. I don't know if they flew out of your honeycomb." A printed pattern The ribbon was taken out of his pocket and hung in front of Tahu. It seems that adventurers have been using armbands as team marks since the ancient times. "It's a pity that you are short of manpower. But it doesn't matter. We have more people coming to serve, bringing their own equipment and weapons. All you need to do is provide this piece of cloth. What a bargain, isn't it?" Kanderner squatted down. "So it's a deal?"
"It's... it's a deal." The sharp blade was more effective than the threat. Tahu surrendered immediately. "What else do you need me to do, my lord?"
"You? Even that bastard is more useful than you. It is said that he was also an adventurer. Your skills are all in the account books and IOUs, right?"
"Sir, we..." Rody wanted to say something, but Kanderner glared at him and had to shut his mouth.
"There are a lot of nuts in the tree hole, Roddy, I know it all. That bastard can't be bothered by me." Kanderner turned to warn, then turned back to look at the mercenary leader who barely stood up, or in other words, the formation of a mercenary group. Protecting the traveling merchant, he was so frightened that he became motionless. "I have long admired you, man." Tahu, who had been admired for a long time, looked nervous. The cavalry captain reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and finally took out a pipe from his breast pocket. "By the way, do you have a queen bee?"
In this way, Candner and his men became local mercenaries.
This was different from their original plan because Roddy reported the news of encountering the Blackwood County mercenaries to another officer. Maybe it was the commander, but he didn't mention that Kanderner was a bastard. At that time, the team had arrived outside the city walls of Mortus, and Uriel immediately entered the city. He did not hear how the officer persuaded Candner, but he did change his mind. The apprentice searched the city for Hitarian and Ruth until he saw a few familiar faces among strangers in two worlds. His guide entered the city.
He suddenly understood why Mortus fell so quickly. "Black Bee" Tahu and his new staff were of great help. That night, they killed the guards, opened the city gates, caused chaos and massacre in the city lord's mansion, and led the roving knights or sheriffs astray. War breaks out in the city, not unlike the chaos Uriel and Hitarian first encountered.
The apprentice couldn't help but quicken his pace. While Kanderner and Roddy were wreaking havoc in the city, he did not interfere at all, because interference went unnoticed. In the dream, even the words written by his hand cannot be seen. Uriel didn't know what effect killing Kanderna or Tahu would have. Without his spiritual vision, he didn't dare to act recklessly. However, this state of being ignored is about to end: once Mortus is breached, Uriel will be exposed to everyone. He couldn't figure out how this worked.
But he still hadn't found Hitarian and Ruth, maybe they weren't here after all. Sister Ringot would spend her nights in Mortus, and during the day he would see the Black Knight, who strictly ordered him not to come back. Can I return to reality through the ash tree? Uriel worried that he was lost in a dream. He needs an anchor, but Joey will only appear in the river of Red Prophecy...
...Wait a minute, Uriel suddenly realized that it was not impossible for the messenger to appear here. This dream was related to the Confessions. Compared to the apprentice, who was just a handler of the Confessions, Joey had a better reason to come to this dreamland. He was the owner of one of the gospels.
Uriel unfolded the parchment, and there was only the inauguration contract written in Gaia's divine script. Can I use the Scroll of Oath to drag Joey into a dream? But it was daytime now, and Uriel had no idea about Joey's current situation, so the probability of success was probably low. What's more, dragging the mentor into a dream just to create an anchor point back to reality? How can Joey leave and rely on Confessions?
He could not make up his mind, but the condition of Mortus would not delay his hesitation. After the city gates were opened, Candner led the cavalry through the streets. These people included spies and mercenaries, as well as many local gangsters and homeless people. Since they started out under the guise of revenge for their leader, there is no need to speculate on the fate of "Black Bee" Tahu. Until now, Uriel has not found the Ringot sisters, but this situation is not all bad.
The cavalry fired arrows in the street and shot down a man holding a child. He fell into the burning straw with gray feathers on his back, and the boy screamed and ran away. The cavalryman continued to bend his bow and arrow, aiming at his young head, but suddenly fell off the horse. The sword creation almost split him in half, revealing the light of Uriel and the Golden Sword. The boy stopped and looked around, and then quickly slipped into a narrow gap in the wall.
He couldn't see me, which didn't matter, as long as I could touch them. When Uriel passed the corner, two homeless men were busy holding down a woman. He rewarded each of them with a sword, leaving two corpses on the ground. The woman struggled to get up and fled to the opposite street without stopping.
"Wait" the apprentice stopped. The warning was useless, she could neither hear nor see. After Mortus was captured, the fate of the locals was sealed. Uriel thought of the long queue of slaves in front of the city gate. If he was lucky, he would soon find her inside.
Where she would go next, the apprentice could not say. Of course, he can rely on power to change the status quo, but apart from dispelling his guilt, it does not help the people struggling in the war at all. In Knox, Mortus has long since disappeared, replaced by the Black City, known for its tobacco cultivation and illicit trade, and is the territory of Brestatik.
Before the White Night War, this kind of thinking might have been bothering him. Not anymore. Uriel no longer paid attention to the fleeing civilians. He caught up with another violent cavalry, dragged him off his horse, and then cut his throat. Blood wells up and extinguishes the flames. He decided to continue his search for Hitarian. With Ruth's magic here, they'll be fine.
The fire burned in the tree canopy and spread to the rooftops. There are screams, pleas, roars and howls all around, whether in dreams or reality, war is not pleasant. A small building collapsed in flames, flags flew into the park and debris poured onto the dirt road. It's so similar to the wartime scene in Beacon Town. If I weren't so focused on the church, could I have detected the vampire's conspiracy in advance? Uriel swept away the sand and dust, raised his sword with one hand, and chopped into pieces a robber who took advantage of the chaos to commit a crime. Lord Quicksilver wants to create war, that's not what the Secret Society and the Nameless Ones really want. When chaos comes, good guys turn into bad guys, and everything is turned upside down. But he couldn't tell what the Nameless Ones needed.
A hot wind filled with ashes blew through the courtyard. Perhaps guided by fate, Uriel met Kanderner again. The tour guide was not fighting. He was riding leisurely on his tall horse, with a pipe in his mouth, watching the archers slaughter the deserters. The roving knights of Mortus were all mystics, and there were walls and palisades as obstacles, but they were retreating steadily under the attack. Their opponents are more formidable. The cavalry lined up and waited, and the archers fired arrows uniformly on horseback. The fire arrows were so continuous that the guards could not lift their heads.
"Naruang." Kanderner yelled, and a group of cavalry was chasing two carriages. "You have eyes on the back of your head, huh? You don't know how to look back! Make way for our Commander Rody quickly." The cavalry quickly dispersed, and the carriage rushed into the fork in the road, throwing off the strange-looking parts. The rain of arrows here stopped for a moment, and the guards immediately took advantage of the bunker to fight back, although their efforts were nothing more than a desperate struggle. He immediately turned around and cursed the archer: "What the hell, why do you still have that damn wall?"
"Sir! We have to go to the city gate." Rody reined in his horse in front of the battle, his head covered in sweat and covered in blood.
"Someone closed it?"
"Close? No. No. Our reinforcements have arrived, Mortus has fallen!"
Kanderner let out a loud snort through his nose. "I thought this was the news I should have gotten half an hour ago." He let go of his cigarette holder, "Then the bastard sent you to deliver the message? Or to ask for help?"
"Ask for help. There are too many prisoners, and we are temporarily short of manpower. Sir, I heard that you have taken over the mercenary group of Black Bee Tahu, so... uh..."
"Anyway, just don't let me have time to harvest the spoils of war. Hmm, I know what he is planning." Even so, Kanderner still quickly turned the horse's head. "We'll meet at the city gate, Roddy. Naruang, burn that house to ashes. It's best to be visible outside the city wall." A magic arrow caused a series of explosions on the balcony. "Right, that is it."
