The fog surrounded their heads and faces, making it impossible to see anything clearly. The only thing Parsul could hear was the knight's heartbeat, which was even louder than before. The existence of magic is as common as breathing to mysterious creatures, and she restricts it precisely for this point...but that is before they go deep into the snowy forest. The harsh winter first shatters the shackles of the ordered world, and then strips away all the emotions originating from the heart, turning them into a part of oneself. Parsur forgot the threat of the knight and the pursuers behind him. In the end, all that drove her forward in the winter was a certain desolate inertia.
The assassin's appearance was a good thing, as it could free Parsur from the silence of death. The problem is that the other party also wants her dead. Joy didn't think it was a nightingale sent by Saint Valorin, but she didn't leave anything to chance. Maybe I was already prepared. Instead of gaining the trust of her fellow travelers, she turned the knight into a guard. If she does too many similar things, Parsul will get tired...but Heather will remember her efforts after all.
The moment the river broke, the knight's heart rate reached its peak. The secret language of nature could not completely limit his power. She understood that after all, the caster was just a Windrunner after changing his profession, and the blessing of the forest quietly disappeared on the day he left office. However, her magic is effected by drugs, and the effect is not only difficult to use magic. In fact, it should be completely impossible to use. What's the point of causing some difficulties? What a hell. It's better to stop thinking about it, I'm no expert in the occult field. Parsour had no hope of ever getting over it.
She pushed the knight's head aside. "There's a druid there."
Now, Parsour has no reason to worry that his efforts in recent days have failed. Joey quickly froze the river, and the ice caught the elk's throat. It hissed and roared, unable to move, but still alive. The knight shook her hand away. "Ran."
"He will report the news."
"That's the best. I'm going to deal with that beast."
"Luna." She corrected her countless times. "It's my fault, Joey, and I'll give you the mystery back. Then we'll catch up."
"They are chasing us! Idiot. Do you think he happened to meet us? In the snowy forest where there are no ghosts? They have mysterious means and don't rely on spies."
Parsur ignored his offense. "what do you mean?"
"Animal." The knight's eyes fell on her mount. The elk still raised its head and struggled, shaking its head, but its neck was frozen firmly. Parsul pulled himself upwards and saw a pair of violent eyes. Druids can both transform into animals and control animals. But the effect of magic exists within a range. After the caster escapes, Luna should return to normal! The elk's struggle gradually became weaker, but it was obvious that it would never stop until its body temperature dropped to the level of river water. "Similar to the druid method, but you are not the only life in the forest."
By the time they climbed up the river bank from the other end, the moon had sunk between the ice peaks. The knight threw her on the root of a tree and sat down by the bush to recover his strength. The frozen soil had no warmth, but it was rough enough that at least you didn't have to worry about losing your footing. Parsul didn't have time to rest, so he turned around and tried to drag Luna up with magic. Her loyal elk companion was kicking and beating manically the entire time, as if dragging her down was more important than surviving.
Finally she succeeded. The elk lay on the ice near the river bank and tried to stand up, but its eyes clearly did not want to celebrate victory with its owner. If it hadn't been so weak, it would have probably crashed over. Parsul climbed down the river embankment and tried every means to get rid of the mysterious influence, but this was something even Heather couldn't do. Divine power also failed to make Luna resist the killer's magical invasion. "What on earth is this?" she squeezed out the words. In fact, she already had the answer in her mind, but she just didn't want to give up.
"Local specialty," Joey said. Seemingly regaining his strength, he stood up and came closer.
It's my fault. This hellish place is expelling Heather's messengers, but I insist on going deeper. Parsul clutched the elk's horns tightly, hoping to give his loyal companion some comfort. It responded with a beastly glare between weak gasps. "You were supposed to take my body back to the Blue Forest, Luna. This is our agreement." She whispered in its ear. A promise made ten thousand years ago. If I were to die, Saint Valoran would probably throw my body into the swamp to rot. The moment his fingers touched the crack, Parsul frowned and remembered a strange thing. "Joy, your knife..."
The short knife made of ice cut the elk's throat, and hot blood spurted out of the gap. Parsur froze in shock, holding the elk's head in his arms. If she weren't covered in blood, she would look like she was cleaning large pendants in a hunter's cabin. The elk finally calmed down and stopped moving its hooves.
Joey opened the belly of the corpse with a knife, skillfully separating the muscles and fur along the opening. When the front legs were cut open, the deer's internal organs slipped out with blood and hit the ground. The surrounding river surface was dyed dark red, and the solid ice also seeped into pink. The knight noticed her gaze, shook off the greasy strips of fat on his hands, and turned around: "Except for the fur, all the parts on its body belong to your god. You don't want a rich burial?" His explanation was tantamount to being burned. Pour oil.
Parsul opened his mouth and almost forgot how to make a sound. "Luna!" She heard her own voice being very harsh, "You...? It's still alive!"
"It won't last long. Stop talking nonsense. We don't have time to wait for it to die. It will snow heavily in two hours." Joey peeled off the deer skin in one piece without raising his head. "There is a river ahead. Do you want to stay and wait to die?"
Both he and she knew that she would not do this.
After crossing a maple forest, Parsur saw the outline of the castle. Although the style of the flag is completely different from that of Aurenia, it still has a strange coat of arms on it. Except for the forest races, it seems that the whole world uses strange patterns to distinguish each other. Saint Valoran has only one flag, the flag of the goddess. The castle stands under the clouds, and the blue moon hovering in the sky is faintly visible. The pale moonlight separated the snowy field and the deep dense forest. In addition, there were weak blue flames.
The knight stopped and touched his waist lightly with his palm. Naturally, there was nothing there. Parsur pretended not to notice his movements. "A town in Alainvor."
"Fort Castle."
The elven cities of Alanvor are similar to the towns of Aurenia. "I'm not going in," she told Joey.
"Even though there are made leather boots inside?"
Parsu suddenly felt a chill coming from the soles of his feet. She always wore pelts from elk that Luna's Fur Riders had hand-plucked. No matter how angry and uncomfortable she was at the time, she couldn't change the fact that she couldn't save it. An unprecedented magic eroded Luna's will, but as a master and friend, Persul didn't even feel anything unusual. Joy insisted that the assassins were not her kind, and she almost believed it. After all, it’s impossible for Saint Valoran’s magic not to be recognized even by their predecessor, the Saint.
She was annoyed by the knight's indifference, but she did not refuse her partner's last gift. Going barefoot in the snowy forest is a fool's errand, even for a mysterious creature. Heather believers do not consider corpses to be remnants of themselves, and have no objection to their use. Yet out of practical considerations, out of desire for fire and life, out of fear of pure loneliness, Parsur hesitated.
"It's best not to go into the city," she muttered. "I know very well how outsiders are received."
"It has welcomed you." Joy said, "There are no Alanvor elf guards on the city wall." When she concentrated on looking at the details of the castle in the night, the knight had bypassed the blocking tree trunk, leaving a trail of traces on the snow. A string of black footprints.
"What do you mean? Where are you going?" Parsul quickly followed him. "Corpse." She was surprised to notice the moss growing on the dead man's hands. "Is that the assassin?"
"Obviously."
"Is he dead?" This is also obvious. That's not the problem. The assassin is indeed a druid, but his appearance is different from that of the forest race of Saint Valoran. Of course, the bad weather is the main reason, but there is no way to keep out the cold that requires bare chest tattoos. A weird eye was wide open, forming a regular circle, looking at them on the pale and stiff skin. Parsul didn't like the feeling of looking at it, as if death would be transmitted along the non-existent gaze. She looked at the whole body and asked: "There are no wounds, no blood."
"Probably due to mysterious poisoning. It seems that your savage goddess has some abilities. When he controlled the deer, he was killed by the magic on it."
Luna had no magic on her, and Parsul knew it all. divinity. The handiwork of a goddess. Heather had given her no guidance since leaving Mortus, but that didn't mean He had abandoned her. "No one dares to harm an object blessed by the high priest," she said.
"Really? Then she must have forgotten to bless you." The knight handed her a ball of dark red stuff. After taking it, Parsur discovered that it was actually the scraps of deerskin. "It originally had the same pattern on it."
She frowned and spread her fur, observing in the dim light. There were indeed unnatural marks, and a ring of hair seemed to have been singed by fire. Joey didn't use fire-related magic when he stopped it. In fact, he had trouble controlling his usual ice at that time. Only after that did Parsur regain his professional powers to avoid further attacks. "Is this a magic pattern?"
"Not possible to be."
"Speak clearly, Joey." Parsul had to remind him, "It's hard for me to believe your level of mysticism. You don't even recognize the Dark Night Demon Pattern, how can you be sure that it's not mysterious?"
"Because it is the symbol of a witch. It is impossible for the Harp witches to come to this ghost place. They would rather go to the Tower of Sky... or even Saint Valoran."
"No. There are no witches in the Blue Forest." At least she, the former saint, has never seen one. "Besides, why do witches have trouble with me?"
The knight sneered. "The prophets always have a reason. Maybe before you were born, they knew that you would be enemies with them in the future." He pulled the fur that had solidified blood and threw it on the corpse.
"When I was born, my mother said that I was favored by Heather." Didn't the result still exist today? Prophecy equals lies. "The prophet did not come to Saint Valoran to trouble me."
Joey's gaze was like a knife, shaving across Parsur's face. "You're lucky."
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