A magic bullet landed in front of the city gate, and dust and smoke spread loudly. The crowd screamed and ran, and the bandits followed suit. The ground shook, and many people fell down on the way to escape. Some unlucky cavalry horses were frightened and fell from their saddles. However, when the earth is shaking, no one will stop for their safety.
Under the hills in the distance, a truly well-armed and well-disciplined knight corps was running towards the city gate. Their flags flew high, embroidered with designs Uriel didn't recognize. But he could see that it contained elements of silver lily and sun, and that its texture was pliable, bright, and spotless. With just one glance, you can tell that they are completely different from the gang of Candner and Roddy.
"Your reinforcements, missionaries?" shouted the bandit leader.
Uriel had no time to pay attention to him. The magical barrier was released in time, protecting the nearest people. Mortals stumbled and fell, and mysterious creatures... Unfortunately, the mysterious creatures were only the charging bandit leaders. Of course he could stand firm and still have room to calm the horse. But the cavalry supporting him were already gone. Roddy was squeezed to the city gate and unfortunately fell into a pile of rotten wood.
This is a good opportunity, for both of them. Uriel was distracted by manipulating the magic chain and pushed aside the spear thrust by the knight. "I have no reinforcements," he told the man, "but Mortus does."
Before they could escape, artillery fire covered the city gates. Uriel saw the flash of magic light up in the military formation in the distance, the mysterious summons of the elementalist, the knight charging forward on horseback, and came closer in the blink of an eye. The high ground did not have any impact on them. Looking at these knights in silver armor, Uriel had the illusion that he was facing the Holy Knights. They would always appear in his dreams, showing naked hostility. I know exactly what I did.
"Who are they?" asked the apprentice.
"The bastard of Ephron" glared at him fiercely, "I now believe you have no reinforcements, you ignorant missionary!" He cursed something that Uriel couldn't understand. "Never seen them? Me neither. But I know who they are." As the knight in shining armor swept away, his anger subsided, and his voice was surprisingly calm. Maybe he realized he couldn't escape. "They are the Knights of Silver Song."
The bandits had long been defeated, and the knights gathered around them. Their spears and swords were well made, far beyond the weapons of Kanderner and the bandit leaders. When the user lifts these weapons, infuses them with magic power, and weaves them into a formation, not even the mysterious creatures dare to move. When the elementalists took aim collectively, even the apprentices could only surrender. Uriel's mystery had no advantage at all. Almost all of these knights were high-level. Compared to this, the Holy Knights are simply a reserve team.
"Surrender quickly!" said a Silver Song knight, "or else we will be executed on the spot."
Uriel had no doubt they could do it. He put down his weapon and reminded by the way: "The person you are looking for is here."
The bandit leader ignored the apprentice's teasing. His eyes wandered around, looking for an escape route. But between the shell craters and collapsed walls, there was no way out. A soldier came up to grab his reins, and he turned his lance without thinking. Faced with provocation, the soldiers pulled his legs instead, and he was caught off guard and pulled off his horse. Although Uriel was also forced to leave the Scroll of Oath behind, it was really satisfying to witness this scene. The Silver Song Knight held down the bandit leader's shoulders and forced him to kneel on the ground.
The fall of Mortus lasted only half a day, but what the Silver Song Knights recovered was ruins. A large number of refugees gathered at the edge of the city gate and looked at the bandits with hatred. They will be saved, Uriel thought. After the bandits captured the city, the Knights of Silversong arrived in time and quickly defeated the enemy. Anyway, this ending is not bad.
"Have you found a good opportunity, you scum?" The leader of this group of knights reined in their horses, their mail armor ringing. An attendant behind him frowned at the city gate, as if considering the cost of repairs. "Whose idea was it to treat Blackwood County as a hunting ground, with the three gods on top?" He shook his head, "It is really stupid to challenge the majesty of the empire."
"My lord," Uriel said, "I am not."
"No one allows you to speak!" the knight in shining armor roared, "or did you come up with this damn idea all at once? Huh? Gaia missionaries are mixed with bandits. Do you want to influence them with kindness?"
"You idiot made a mistake, he is not a free man." The bandit leader suddenly said, "We don't need any missionaries. You and I both know that the clichés of the Mercury Temple are all nonsense."
Silver Song Knight actually nodded. Uriel frowned and stared at them. The enemy came to your rescue. The reason could only be for better revenge. "At least we can agree on this." But he raised his boot and kicked the criminal to the ground, his helmet sinking into the dirt. "I really don't like to listen to the verbosity of Gaia priests, because they are always too idealistic. But there are too many realistic people in the world, and there will be no shortage of idealists."
Uriel didn't quite agree with the idea that the Gaians were all idealists, but he wisely kept silent.
"You are against them, are you?" The Silver Armor Knight turned his gaze, "I know this bastard wants me to doubt your identity, but the Silver Song Knight is not one of those smart-alecked Kingdom soldiers. He made the wrong calculation. Let go of our Mr. Missionary, everyone, Mortus has a lot of trouble to deal with. Oh, you don’t need to worry about this guy." His tone was very calm. "Kid, if you get up again, I'll give you a kick in the butt, do you hear me?"
"You son of a bitch!" the bandit cursed. It was obvious that he didn't want to obey orders, but he couldn't get up either.
"Thank you, Lord Knight, for your wisdom." Uriel was able to get his parchment back. Since no one could use it, the others regarded it as a canonical gospel and handed it back to the apprentice. "Is it your honor to know your name?" The Knights of Silver Song will be famous in later generations, and their birth and death years will help determine the specific time.
"I am Veronka, the captain of the second detachment of the Silver Song Knights. You are too polite. The monks of the Mercury Temple will be treated politely all over Oregna, unless they encounter some ungodly lunatics." The knight captain While pulling off his visor, he stepped down and pushed the struggling robber into the ground. He could barely see his helmet now. "But don't worry, they are generally not so arrogant. This group of rats wandering around Blackwood County is just a special case. They seem to have one or two leaders with mixed names, such as this bastard from Ephron. Who would accept this? Nickname?... Compass Highlands needs more wise and skillful lords, not the losers who have been invaded by a group of bandits and are still hiding in the main city without daring to show up. What the hell is there, what is the benefit of marrying close relatives? The intelligence of the offspring Will being humble make it easier to control?"
He kept talking but got no response. The apprentice was already stunned, and the only thing he could do was to look away to avoid being overly surprised and raising questions. "Victor" Veronca, will he just have the same name as the original chef? Or is he the King of Binyaio and the leader of the Great Alliance of St. Mirend himself? The answer seems clear. The era of the Silver Song Holy Knights was the last glory of the Aurenia Empire. The apprentice had also seen this face in the portrait on the top of the tower, although the author's beautification was a bit excessive. This is enough to prove his identity.
"What's wrong with you, man? Is there a naked woman on the texture of that brick?" The legend of the Dawn War joked, "By the way, I remember that you monks are required not to be lewd by women, but Gaia didn't say you can't. Enjoy the view."
The king of Binyaio from thousands of years ago was playing dirty jokes on me. Damn it. Although it was a dream, this moment was still worth remembering. Uriel forced himself to smile: "No, there's nothing wrong with the texture. I'm... not very interested in the beautiful scenery." He was ashamed to say the second half of the sentence.
"So, what's your name? Can you tell me?"
"Uriel. My lord, I am Uriel."
"Uril, it's boring to stand here, isn't it?" Veronka said to himself, "But I'm sorry, I think there is no place to entertain guests in Mortus for the time being. Compared with the dilapidated and full buildings, The ashes of the streets are actually cleaner here." The edges of the craters left by the shells were covered with blood. "Fortunately it was not Quartz City that was attacked. It is a shame that the brothel there was destroyed. Two-thirds of the men in Kuroki County will mourn it."
The apprentice simply couldn't bear the topic of color. "Mortus doesn't deserve the fire of war either," he said stiffly.
"Of course, it's a pity that there are always some people who are restless. The representative is here." The knight captain released his foot and kicked the bandit over. "I guess there's a reason why he didn't choose Quartz City. Oh, personal reasons? Something's wrong, and where did that bastard go? I think it was a horse thief named Candenabele, which seems like a personal name. Answer quickly, little bastard."
The bandit's visor was half-scratched by stones, and the top of his helmet was dented. He turned around and spat out the dirt in his mouth, not intending to cooperate: "Kanderner? He is spending the night in Ephron with your mother."
"It's so energetic. Being young always makes people energetic and out of control," said Vilonca, who actually looks very young himself. "Maybe the gallows will calm you down." The knight captain picked up a stick, "But it is a last resort and can only be used once. Fortunately, you can break more than one bone."
"You son of a bitch"
"Sometimes, I really can't understand their thinking." The Knight of Silversong said to Uriel, "You don't know that Ephron is excusable. Missionaries will also go to brothels, but not people like you. According to This guy's so-called name, I judge that he was born there. The question is, what qualifications does the son of a prostitute or a slave laborer have to slander others like this?"
"Is this a problem?" the bandit laughed loudly, "I was born of a whore, not the son of a whore."
"No one asked you, bastard. I didn't allow you to answer questions other than the whereabouts of Candenabele." The legend of the Dawn War kept his word and slapped the criminal on the shoulder with a stick. The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.
"You..." The second half of the sentence became a wail, but then, he regained his breath and began to curse in a string of words that no one could understand. Of course, it was a curse, and no one would misjudge this.
"I finally figured it out. This bastard doesn't even know how to curse." The knight captain complained. "Someone must have taught him Elvish, but most of the people who taught him also have a serious accent." The stick interrupted the criminal again. Forearm.
"Candenabele was killed by me." Even though the bandit leader deserved everything he experienced before his death, Uriel still answered. Anyway, I don't like torture, death is lesson enough. "I'm afraid his body is in a pit not far away."
"Okay, thanks for the help." Veronka nodded and turned to tell his men: "Find a few people to pick up the body fragments, preferably in human form. What the Mortus people want to see is the body of the culprit, with the body parts everywhere. It can be seen that there is nothing strange about it.”
"We will have a complete body soon, sir. There is no need to look far away."
"Hell, the locals don't want to see the stumps! Come on, Mike, stop talking. We still have a lot of trouble to deal with, and my head is getting big. Why should I come to Mortus? That brothel in Quartz City is Where I should go..."
"Ephron is a slave market, my lord, not a brothel. And the name is a fallacy in the accent of the locals. The true reading should be Evelyn, to imply that the range of goods circulating there includes foreign races."
"Including forest races?"
"Mostly Green Elves, my lord, but also Aranvor, Naga, and Catwoman."
"It's the same old thing again. Forget it, Marandino is nothing more than these, the choices provided by Evelyn are rich enough. Go, uh, wait for now." Veronca threw away the stick. Without the protection of magic, its solid properties when hitting the criminal's armor were no longer there, and a layer of sawdust fell to the ground. "Take this bastard and deal with it. Just make sure you see his face clearly. Uriel?"
"What are your orders, sir?"
"Will you pray for the victims of Mortus? There are no priests among us."
Uriel didn't have time to answer. Suddenly, the attendant next to Veronca said: "Yes, sir, we have two priests from Lucia."
"They are almost dead, why do they have to endure this kind of torture after death?" the knight captain muttered, "Let Gaia do it. Priest Lucia is not suitable for this. What do you think?"
"I am at your service, my lord," the apprentice replied, watching the knight's squire drag away the criminal. He hardly struggled, his blue eyes looked at them coldly, as if he was not afraid of life or death. "I'll go now." Praying for the dead is a rare act of kindness. No one had commented on the character of "Victor" Veronka, so Uriel had to draw his own conclusions.
The knight-captain's squire was a serious man, and he looked older than Veronca. The criminal was handed over to two soldiers. He finally became frightened and struggled to kick his legs until one of them held down his injured arm. The soldiers kicked him in the knees, knocking him to the ground, and then tried to put a noose around his neck. In order to achieve this goal, they took off the criminal's helmet...
