When York was found, he was frozen in the ice together with the nightingales around him. Uriel touched the ferocious ice spike, and what he got was the spell of the "Crown of Ice and Snow". But in terms of effect, this defensive mysterious effect is comparable to the "fir forest" he created in the alley.
"How could you touch it directly?" Dalton looked at his hand in confusion.
"This? It's just ice."
Uriel broke off the nearest ice spike and threw the fragments aside. It would be impractical to dig into the center with bare hands, but he figured magic wouldn't be able to melt them. Otherwise, there is no way to force the Church Nightingale to retreat. Although assassins are all assassins, many of the Cross Knights have clergy. Both have their own strengths and are extremely difficult to deal with when paired together. Uriel saw it today.
The enemies we encounter are getting stronger and stronger. The Mint Land was just a remote frontier of Moniantoros, and Danlau was the important city. When we arrive in the honey collar of the capital, I am afraid the situation will be even more serious. The Silent School would not watch them uproot churches one by one. After he gave up exploiting the contradiction between the Wizards and the Conservatives, it was no longer possible to keep the wizards silent. York doesn't like this, and neither does Uriel, but...may I have to reconsider?
Truth be told, the war mercenary is no more reliable than the Crusader Iconi Fairwin. Uriel thinks Celine Kalemu is a nightingale. He didn't have any evidence to support this guess, unless she took the initiative and exposed her flaws. Once "Pirate" Galizio's wealth and bounty fail to impress the Paperclip Mercenary Group, the apprentice is not sure whether he can resist the urge to use her as a weight. This is simply despicable, and the potential alliance among the wizard sect may also be completely severed. But having said that, are the wizards in the church really allies? They are not as crazy as nightingales, and they even lack reverence for gods.
Uriel knew that looking forward and backward was often a precursor to failure, but he could not make up his mind. The future I see is too near, and the choices I make have far-reaching consequences.
"It's so cold." York's first words after regaining his freedom were no surprise. "Sauron? You didn't avoid me," he complained angrily.
"Obviously, you were the one who needed to cool down the most at that time," Ring said confidently, "Are you going to explode on the spot like a dark wizard?" The magicians guide you."
"What good will this do to them? Danlao..."
"...is the important city of Moniantoros. The kingdom belongs to mortals, not to schools or churches." Dalton replied, "If you light the house here, we will soon have the same status as Galizio. Treated well."
Sita looked at the messy battlefield behind her and showed a dry smile: "I'm afraid I've got it."
A dead leaf falls with frost, which is why it remains. Between the narrow alleys, the dark ground was stained with bloodstains, scorch marks, and cracks scratched by sword blades. The soil was cut and broken by plows, soaked with disgusting body tissues, and melted ice and snow trickled into the gutter. If it were not for its proximity to the Lushui River, Danlao's sewers would probably soon face a test of engineering technology. Bodies are often found floating at the dock...
Fortunately we are not one of them. Uriel sneezed and shivered with cold. "Stop standing there, guys." He stopped looking, even though it didn't help matters. "We have to go."
"Going to Honey Collar?"
"What other capitals are there in Moniantoros?"
Their boat stopped by the stone steps, and its shadow was hidden under the stone bridge, so Nightingale could not find it. Uriel remembered York's reminder. The west tower was originally the closest, but unfortunately it also suffered the most severe siege. Nightingale was probably trying to break them down from their weak point, because York's situation was no secret. While at Eastman, he was invited by Uriel to participate in the purge of the church. The apprentice has recently purchased a lot of pearl coltsfoot from the northerner Witek Shazo. Although the drug dealer's identity is suspicious, as long as he still wants the skin on his body, he will never hide it for Uriel. Agents looking for clues won't miss him.
The boat was empty. While Uriel was thinking about using magic to make tools, York pulled up two wooden oars from the bottom of the boat. "Don't waste your magic power, Uriel. Since you still have the energy to struggle, then you can row. I'm almost exhausted. I'll change my shift in two minutes." He added absently.
Two minutes? "What do you want to do?" The apprentice looked at him suspiciously. Although a large part of the previous movements were caused by this guy's flames, he was frozen in the ice by Sauron for the second half of the battle. And Uriel knew how bad he looked. The wounds on his shoulders had not yet been treated, and his arms were covered with new frostbite. After the battle, all three of them were equally embarrassed.
"Is it so difficult to tell the truth?" Night Elf interrupted York, who was about to speak, "He has a new idea and plans to try it out."
"Although it has nothing to do with whether it is true or false, I must say - it is unlikely that we will get the next boat in Tamlaw."
"That's an exaggeration. Put down the oars, Uriel, and don't pick up everything. You're not talking to anyone. I remember Sauron had a sail in his belly."
But Dalton didn't explain York's "idea."
The whole trip went extremely smoothly, probably Tedonaradu didn't expect Uriel's plan. Bishop Debit was now safely under the protection of the Wizarding Church, firmly attracting Nightingale's attention. They arrived at Honey Neck at night, when the cold winds of the Frost Moon nearly tore the sails from their masts. The boat could not withstand the wind and waves, thanks to the fact that the passengers were not mortals. But thankfully, there is a peaceful magic light shining beside a bend in the river somewhere.
Sauron is very sure that it is the territory of adventurers, while Dalton believes that it belongs to monsters. "The wilderness is full of dangers." Zhuoer insisted, "We'd better bypass it and enter the city overnight." But both Uriel and York wanted to take a look. Although Danlao's breakout battle brought varying degrees of damage to everyone, the rest time of most of the day was completely enough for the high-level mysterious creatures. Uriel did not hesitate and directly used "Spirit Vision" to explore the path.
"Monsters are fine, too." York said, "I think you will need to eat something. After all, neither humans nor drow can perform photosynthesis."
"Not all monsters can eat them. I once saw a snake woman devouring her own kind, but ended up being killed by the venom."
"Cannibalism? It's a heinous crime. Lucia is punishing her."
"All the gods have commandments against cannibalism," Dalton said. "Even Heather. Are the remains of the dead more valuable than the lives of living people?"
"It's hard to say."
"But it's a sad fact that the words of the dead often have more impact than the words of the living."
I don’t know why Dalton suddenly lamented life and death. It was probably Sita's fault. Uriel heard the two of them muttering together, and it took more than two minutes.
Uriel punted close to the river bank. The magic lamp gradually reveals its original appearance, and the scenery under the light is fresh and lovely, especially in the eyes of travelers who are eager to stay. "A hotel," he said cheerfully to his companions.
There is a flag outside the inn, and the cloth and satin as soft as the breeze are embroidered with bright spots like stars, with clouds and mist surrounding the pattern in the center. Gems and fog. My only savior in Moniantoros.
Sita touched her pocket. "What would I do if I told you that I left Galizio's bounty on Danlau?"
"Oh. Come on, York!"
"I don't want to say that." The color of the orange-faced man gradually faded, "I remember it should be here. But... you know, I haven't been so good at elementalization recently." He didn't seem to be joking. "I mean, it's possible. Right?"
Dalton's brows were furrowed, and his eyes seemed to be staring at a monkey that had not yet fully evolved. Finally, he looked away. "Maybe it's useless to blame you." Zhuoer's voice was deep and dull, "We shouldn't give important items to a Sita who is less than five hundred years old for safekeeping."
"That's for next time. What do we do this time?"
"It doesn't matter." Uriel said. He kept his hands on and didn't look back. "Soren? Please return the commission to York."
His companions immediately looked at Soren Gerson. Dalton's eyes were filled with accusation. "How do you know?" There was more doubt in Ring's words than reluctance.
"You have more motives." He was really shocked at that time. But after the apprentice decided to continue the journey, Sauron the Ring had to jump out and return the commission. It tried its best to stop their plan, but seeing that its efforts were in vain, it would not create difficulties for Uriel in vain. When the church besieged the docks, Sauron protected York. This guy is really both loveable and hateful. "You're a little jealous that our reinforcements aren't coming from Croita, aren't you?"
"Your reinforcements come from the pocket, with the denomination engraved on the front and the king's portrait on the back."
"I do not deny."
But the Paperclip Mercenary Group will not collude with the Gaia Church, Uriel is sure of this. The adventurers may be dwarfed by the Church, but their investors, the Gem Merchants, are backed by another mysterious fulcrum and have nothing to do with wizards. Dealing with the Gaia Church will not lead to disagreements between the two parties.
"Will Mr. Saud show up?" York's focus shifted.
"It's best not." Dalton said, "Saudi is a good man, but... what can he be used for? As a musician? Are we going to enter the church with a beat and kill people while whistling between bars?" In such a funny scene, Sita almost fell into the river with laughter, and even Uriel couldn't help but laugh. "Don't forget, this guy was stung three times by wasps in the Twilight Forest and even sprained his foot."
"It's Cleia who sprained her ankle."
"Really? Why do I remember that someone couldn't even walk after seeing the green elf."
Uriel finally stopped laughing. "Don't say this in front of Saudi Arabia, Dalton. And don't say it to the leader of Paperclip."
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