Looking at the foot of the mountain from the trail, there is no one on the river bank. The pine trees stand straighter than the soldiers, and the stones shine white. Farmers cut down the woods near the trail, leaving only fire-scarred wasteland. Even so, the cultivated land that is really useful is all on the other side, and the edge is four hundred yards from the Black Moon River. The village is no bigger than a palm, like a stain on the snow-white silk. Parsuer searched along the river for a long time before he found a stone house to the west. It was buried in snow and now looked like a tomb. A small boat is tied to the dock.
"There's someone hiding inside," she reminded, "I'm afraid it's not the boatman."
The knight paid no attention. He was working his magic, using ice and snow to shape a slide to the bottom of the mountain. Thick snowflakes piled up together, blending into the frosty mountain forest, but if we continued in the current direction, its end point would be far away from the dock. "There are many places to hide people. There will be more on the other side."
"Then I'll dismantle it before you go down."
"Don't hit the boat."
"Why did Nightingale leave the ship to us?"
"Maybe they can't get through. The boat belongs to the werewolf and does not belong to the village." Joey pulled his feet out of the snow pit and stepped on a thick tree root. "The Black Moon River is unsafe in the Frost Moon. The weather is getting colder and colder, and mortals will drag the useless boats ashore and use them as firewood."
"Giving up the only way to get firewood from the forest on the other side? I would do the same thing. It's so cold in the south."
"There are benefits to turning around now."
"never."
Joey made no further attempts to change her mind. Parsour was thankful for this. "If you survive the flaming moon, you can see the sun again."
"You know Alan Wo very well?"
"I also know Saint Valorin."
"Why can't you talk properly?"
"Because I'm too lazy to lie." The knight leaned against the tree and poured the snow out of his boots. "Stop talking nonsense. You are a genuine woman, I know that very well, but the Blue Saint should not be cautious like an ignorant girl. Faced with Let's face it. I killed my king and I killed your soldiers. I am half responsible for why you ended up like this, so don't thank me." He put his boots back on. "You hold yourself in like an oyster, Parsour, as if that would comfort each other. It's no use. With me, you will never be free."
She looked at him calmly.
"What about you? Isn't silence what you stand for? Why do you care about my opinion? Are you a shining knight of silver song, or a nightingale with only a thread? You don't need comfort and enthusiasm, personality and respect. Stop pretending. You have more heartbeats and body temperatures than a corpse, and I have experienced this firsthand. You still want them, you simply have your thoughts written on your face! Why can't you hide the pain, why can't you accept changes? What's so difficult about making a break? In the past Your life is not your choice."
"But that's life," he replied. "I will wield my sword for you, against those shining Silversong Knights you call them. They are worthless to me. I have no honor at all, and I don't bother to keep any oaths. It's not that I want to lie, it's not that I want to fight, no I wanted to come to this damn place with you! But it’s what it is. I’ve had enough of orders.”
"I don't know what you want to say, but I'm happy to see you recall the emotion of fear." Parsul was not afraid of his glare. "That's not an order, Joey. Do whatever you want."
They all have trouble thinking calmly. The battle of life and death is at hand, and the Empire's agents are far more powerful than Saint Valorant. What other words are worth keeping in your heart? What is the point of hatred and avoidance? Parsur's journey has not yet reached its end, and Heather's voice is still in his ears. What a ridiculous fact. We have traveled halfway around the world, but in the end we have to stop at a small river. She would never allow that to happen.
"I think." There was strange longing burning in those blue eyes. "Get peace."
With that said, she knew she had won him over. "Not today, Joey. We have to cross the river, we have to go south." Parsour held his head. "You are not going to die here. I give you life, I give you everything. No one can bring you down. Go south, through hell. We will have eternal life."
Perhaps he believed me, as he did in the mountains outside Mortus. Parsour watched Joey walk down the path toward the river bank. Except for the steel knife, he didn't bring any of the spare weapons.
She also moved forward slowly, making sure she was hidden in the woods. The bow arm is made of pine wood, and the arrow tail is decorated with gray bird feathers. She drew the bow and felt the tight string against her cheek. My fingers were frozen. They are no longer flexible, what if the shot misses? Parsul gritted his teeth and realized that the person he was really afraid of was himself. The high priest said that the Silver Song Knights are always fearless and never tired. She knew this was a rumor, but Joey was also a Silver Song Knight, and the visitor might just be an ordinary nightingale... She now hoped that the rumors would come true.
There is clearly a fallacy in their reasoning. The knight met the first killer at the intersection. He shook off the snow and jumped out from behind the tree, holding a thin sharp blade in his hand. The man had the misfortune to choose cover in the vegetation, and Parsour discovered him before he discovered the dock. Joey didn't even move his knife. A string of ice rose from the ground, piercing through the shield and mail and pinning him to the tree trunk.
Hot blood drips down the ice thorns and soaks in the snow.
Parsur moved the arrow away from the body and aimed at the next person. Joey didn't lie to her. The sword was almost useless to him. Under the moonlight, the heart-breaking cold wind blew through. The enemy either moved slowly, or simply had his face covered with frost and was slaughtered. Alanwo in the Frost Moon is his home ground, and Parsul even feels that not even the Silver Song Knight Commander can defeat Joey here. I would rather not judge unfamiliar battles.
All the way to the river, all that appeared were nightingales sent by the witch. Because Parsur decided to divert the canyon, they not only arranged hastily, but also did not even have time to eliminate the traces. In the wind and snow, these unlucky ghosts are no match for Joey, and they are not even as threatening as they are in the forest. Parsour began to realize how slack he was. The forest should be the domain of a natural spirit like her. If it were the warriors of Saint Valoran, they would definitely do better than me.
Later, Nightingale stopped taking the initiative and the knight killed them one by one without mercy. Parsur discovered that he had excellent perception and could hide from almost anyone at close range. If it wasn't ice and snow that could convey information to the driver like a forest, she thought to herself, it only meant that he was accustomed to mysteries outside of his profession. The wizard Sterling's research on the mysterious profession made her a little uneasy. His potion was not perfect after all.
Only an Aranvor elf assassin stopped Joey in his tracks. He hid under the snow, camouflaging himself with magic and the corpses of his fellow travelers above his head. After the previous people suffered heavy casualties, this guy was the only one who dared to jump out and perform his duties. Who said this wasn't a sign of strength?
For his courage, Joey expends his magical powers, triggering even more intense mysteries. The cold wind roared out of the mountain forest, carrying needle leaves and waves of snow and spreading them in all directions. The Assassin Alan Wo lowered his body, but was still knocked back. Bing Ling immediately caught up with him, spreading a path of death.
The assassin rolled on the ground and quickly got up. He waved his hand and threw out blazing flames, burning the approaching ice spikes. Even Parsul could see that in Alanvor, using fire was a talent, and he should not waste this talent on fighting. But the assassin couldn't hear her comment, and the flames flew back toward Joey, steam billowing into the sky.
The knight held the blade, and drops of blood fell from the cut wound, condensing into a slender and sharp stabbing blade in mid-air. This thing is not used to kill enemies. witchcraft. Parsur felt the magic gathering like a whirlwind and blending into his surroundings.
Immediately afterwards, frost climbed onto my calves. She quickly jumped onto a thick branch. Joey let go of the blade and dug the spike into the ground. His level of mystery keeps rising, and the temperature drops rapidly, reaching the critical point of magic. Parsur heard him whisper the incantation.
Countless thorns of ice bloomed out of thin air and collided with the rising flames. The water mist decreased instead of increasing, leaving only a loud hissing sound. Nightingale shivered violently, as if a basin of cold water had been poured on her head. Even Parsul didn't expect that Joey could forcibly cast a higher level of professional magic.
Faced with the crushing mystery, Alan Wo Nightingale tried her best. Parsul simply admired his courage in confronting Sky Realm Magic. Therefore, even if the assassin finally turned around and fled, she watched Joey catch up with the delayed enemy and cut him down with a knife, but she did not fire a cold arrow to take his life. A fool's mercy, she thought. The nightingale had no thought of this when she came to kill me.
But the other party also had no guidance from Heather.
When the knight passed the stone house, she had also reached the intersection at the foot of the mountain. A bush covered with snow was the last barrier. This is also the last chance. So Parsur loosened his bowstring, turned around and fled into the snowy path.
The arrow flew almost close to the snow and penetrated into the window grille of the stone house. The gray feather left a dent in the snow on the wooden pile. In less than half a second, a dull roar came from the stone house, and the snowflakes swayed down. But it held on without falling apart.
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Everything happened so fast. When Parsuer realized that their enemy was not just a tool of the witch, more exaggerated accidents followed. She watched as dark clouds gathered above her head, and a dazzling bolt of lightning fell from the sky and fell into the cracked stone house. In an instant, billowing black smoke rose from the snow, lightning and gravel shot out, and the loud noise was like a landslide. The Black Moon River rolled violently, and the boat was almost capsized.
Parsul climbed up and swept the snow from her face, and suddenly noticed that the rope anchor that tied the boat was broken in two, and the sailboat was drifting upstream, no more than five yards away from her. It's intact, and you can probably catch up with it with a few quick steps. She didn't know why she should pay attention to the boat. Maybe it's because of Joey's emphasis.
She turned around and looked at the stone house, or rather, the dock where there used to be a stone house. The nightingale hiding inside is like the burning cotton wick of a candle, swaying, withering, and getting brighter in the cold wind. Stone walls turned to sand, fences turned to char. Under the moonlight, wisps of smoke were blown by the air current to the forest behind. After the thunder came, the world was completely new.
Only I haven't changed at all.
