The edge of the window casts a slender shadow across the metal fragments on the floor. Walking on it feels like sliding over the ridge of a roof, as if you might fall at any time. Dalton kept his balance with the cursed sword and crossed the hall in the blink of an eye, just in time to meet Nightingale's tricky thrust.
"You're blocking my way, Drow." The leader of Nightingale spoke.
"That's true," Dalton replied, "but it's still far from my goal."
"Soul Screwdriver"
The trap was laid and he immediately attacked. But Tedonaradu suddenly jumped back, avoiding the tip of the cursed sword. Before Dalton could catch up, the Nightingale leader quickly distanced himself and finally stood in a blank area with no obstructions around him.
A faint layer of flame washed through the steel, and Dalton realized that the curse he had previously attached was completely lost. Gaia's magic. It seems that although the other party does not abide by the doctrine, his loyalty to his faith is unquestionable. This guy is far sharper than any of his peers I've seen, Zhuoer thought, and he's surprisingly experienced. He had York and Uriel as helpers before, but he hadn't realized the problem yet. Now that the situation has become a one-on-one battle, Dalton realizes that when dealing with an enemy of this level, a quick victory is not realistic.
"I know who you are, drow," Tedonaradu said. "Dalton Shadowfang Nathanael, you are rumored to have played an important role in the White Night War."
Dalton didn't answer. The old nightingale wanted to drag the rhythm into slow conversation, which would be good for the church. The Paperclip Mercenary Group can besiege the empty Antuoros, but after a long time, the church's reinforcements rush back to their nest from the hunting grounds. At that time, regardless of the strength of both sides and the war situation, the war mercenaries will immediately evacuate and escape with the help of the dew river and the wind. Uriel didn't ask for much from them in the contract.
I bet, Dalton thought, exposing the School's spies would make our Knights of Proverbs feel indebted to each other. Especially the "Wind Talker". Uriel and York were both on good terms with the mist elf, but Dalton was anything but. The underground races had invaded Faftanna before the War of the Saints, and unless the evil dragons rebelled again, the drow would never be able to live on friendly terms with their distant relatives. Uriel thought he was very rational when discussing business, but he had no idea about the adventurer's bottom line.
But now, even if Balthazar breaks the contract, Uriel probably won't blame them.
The female judge Celine Kalemu set her body as the coordinates and forcibly opened the ladder. The presiding judge Kilbewick she summoned was a formidable foe. York boasted that he could handle him, but Dalton didn't think so. Sita has become a high-level player not long ago, which means that he is not very skilled in controlling new magic. I'm afraid that Celine's death made him so angry that he rushed forward irrationally.
Kilbewick was not affected at all. He calmly stepped over the body of the female mercenary and used magic to resist the high-temperature flames. A flash of sparks went out in mid-air. This person is the Demon Judge, with much more seniority than Leader Nightingale, and his level of mystery is naturally not far behind.
Dalton has known demon hunters before and is well aware of the peculiarities of such people. Normal humans act as hunters when order is threatened, but only the craziest and most paranoid demon hunters are granted tenure. They do this for a reason. Most lifelong hunters have been victimized by demons, destroying their friends, family, careers, or personal health. From then on, they harbored an unquenchable hatred for the Order and made it their lifelong goal to rid Knox of the demons. What a sad life. Although he wasn't much better originally. Dalton simply couldn't imagine the rumors that a demon hunter who had made a censorship error and was transformed into a nameless one chose to commit suicide.
But Kilbewick still did not gain the upper hand, and the flames of hatred also fueled York. In any case, Celine Kalemu was the wife of the "Windspeaker", and her death was so tragic that even the drow was moved by it. This woman sacrificed everything for her faith. Whether it was worth it or not, no one could tell. The only thing that was certain was that the person who ordered her to set up such a cruel ladder magic was her superior.
Although it was originally to repay Uriel's favor, Dalton now vaguely realizes that it is actually very pleasant to be an enemy of the fanatic believers of the Gaia Church. He thought as he swung his sword towards the flying witchcraft light. Its threat was peeled away layer by layer under the curse, until only harmless points of light remained before our eyes. Of course, the enemy didn't intend to use this blow to create much advantage.
"Have the ears of the drow also deteriorated now?" said the leader of the nightingale. "The underground is now a battlefield for the deaf and the blind? I really sympathize with you."
Nightingale was still trying to get him to speak, but Dalton wouldn't say another word. Fire and magic cast shadows on the walls, flying wildly, changing shape and even color. Dalton can get information from it that the eyes can't see. York currently has the upper hand, but Kilbewick has been conserving magic power, which should not be the judge's fighting style. What's more, Uriel chased Punabag away, and the wizard of that school was no match for the tower messenger. Once he finds Pope Gandrias, Nocturnal, the god of war, will put his chips on them.
The problem is, we may not be able to do it. Uriel trusted his friend, and that was nothing to say. Dalton also knows the source of York's confidence, but he admitted not long ago that he had not completed the finishing work. This made Drow feel uneasy.
"I can see, Dalton, that the likes of you won't stay in Eastman's castle for long. What are the night elves doing in Binnia Io? They won't be mortal hounds anyway. Rumor has it that Rootless Wind actually Some people would believe that drow can fall in love with mortals. I'm afraid that the descendants of the White Night Knight are just a gimmick. To be honest, heretics, did the White Night Knight really exist in Knight's Bay?"
Dalton had had enough. "My attitude towards rumors has always been different from yours, Nightingale."
"You are a nightingale too. And I have my own name."
"No doubt your name probably has as much hair as a mouse's tail. Who cares about them?"
The collision of magic set off smoke, and the Nightingale leader dodged again and jumped to the side door. If I'm not wrong, this guy's breathing is now filtered by magic. God knows how he could still speak under such circumstances, but after all, the poison had no effect. Dalton had no choice but to sink into the shadows, give up the idea of spreading poison in the environment, and wait for an opportunity to activate the curse.
The battle between York and Kilbewick did not use words as weapons, and Drow couldn't help but feel envious. Sita jumped left and right, and the two daggers were wrapped in the light, revealing a crystal-like color. His movements were fast and accurate, and the sharp blades seemed like two solid flames, burning and forging the opponent's sword with high frequency, erupting from time to time with harsh scrapes and dazzling flames. Naturally, elemental beings do not have to abide by the rules of inertia and force generation, but what troubles them is switching between "tangible" and "intangible". Mystery is fully capable of supporting York's non-stop offense, and their shadow provides convenience for Dalton.
However, sparks, light and shadow are not created out of thin air, Dalton feels the magic flowing. As the attacking side, York must maintain a rhythm to suppress and be alert to enemy counterattacks. This adds to the burden. He knew that they might not be able to hold on for long, and could only hope that Uriel would find Gandrias and come to support as soon as possible. Damn it, it's not difficult to deal with Tedonaradu who doesn't run away, we should have supported him.
The leader of Nightingale seemed to have read through his thoughts. "It must be admitted that the level of mystery of the school wizards is far higher than that of the church, and the truth is replacing Gaia. Maybe your friends are waiting for your help."
Regarding the apprentices of the White Envoy, the Church knows absolutely nothing about Dalton. The only thing I'm not worried about is him.
York suddenly lowered his head, and the magic hit the high platform, exerting its effect on a large piece of metal fragments. After Uriel shattered the foundation of divine magic, they had long since become mere garbage. The presiding judge's magic caught it, and Dalton watched as the metal block spun and floated up like a feather blown by the wind, crashing into the protruding inner balcony. The hall shook with a loud bang. The counterattack began.
The masonry is soft, like mud. Sita nailed her sword to the stone pillar and used her strength to break out of the trap. The divine runes were melted by the high temperature. Even if the situation changes and Kilbewick starts to fight back, he can still hold on for a while.
Dalton ignored the distractions. The ground is not his place to stay. But he couldn't do anything because Tedonaradu wouldn't show swordsmanship with him. This damn Nightingale leader now takes the form of DeWitt, tempting him to distract himself.
"That bitch is just a pawn of Ister, fool." When the leader of Nightingale spoke, he really sounded like the Lord of the Bay speaking. "She deceived you and played with you in order to seize the territory that the White Night Knight gave up. Remember what you said to me at the beginning, Nathanael? The ashes underground..."
Dalton thrust his cursed sword into the darkness before his eyes.
"The Key to Evil Thoughts"
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Tedonaradu's weapon suddenly shattered into thousands of pieces of steel. His hands were bleeding and his eyes were stunned. Zhuoer hoped to change him back to his original appearance, but he was still in DeWitt's face. The high-level magic "Personality Aspect" can completely copy the physical characteristics of the target, which means that they can obtain part of their memory. Dalton has learned the lesson. He suddenly came up with an unrealistic idea. Was the Silence School involved in the turmoil in Knights Bay? It is the territory of DeWitt and the hometown of the Knight of the White Night. The wizard had set his sights on them, thus stirring up trouble... baseless conspiracy theories. But Dalton, personally, hopes that's true.
Tedonaradu is dealing with me the same way he dealt with the night elves, Dalton realized. So he decided to return the favor.
The Nightingale leader struggled in place for a moment, then turned to the right. The small pieces of iron broken into pieces from the broken sword shone with ominous shadows, and occasionally bounced out of his hand. But before the curse could be completely removed, his body rushed irresistibly towards the battlefield between the Inquisitor and York, and launched a surprise attack on the former.
Just as Kilbywick was about to raise his sword to strike, he quickly retreated, leaving room to cross the blade. He didn't use magic, but the smoothness of his movements was amazing. It turned out that it was not that York was too young, Dalton realized, but that the opponent was probably more difficult to deal with than Donalado.
I don’t have a lot of time to write, what the hell is this chapter?
