The snow is like an endless sky, and the bonfire is like the stars in the night sky. Parsul watched the knight extinguish the flame, and he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart. The end was just ahead, but she wished she could crawl into the still-warm ashes and never get up again. Overcoming this urge took up most of her energy along the way.
Only Joey was more miserable than she was. At least that's what she wanted to think. Ever since he met the pursuers in Kamaria, the knight had never looked anything other than a frown. He was suspicious and bad-tempered, never taking his finger off his weapon, and never said a word to her. As he closed his eyes, Parsour could feel his hesitation. They marched southward in an orderly manner, stopping intermittently along the way to be on guard against snowmen, monsters and pursuers. She wondered if he would ever really be able to rest.
The only certainty is that her previous efforts are encountering unprecedented challenges.
And Parsul was too lazy to try to save it.
There is something beautiful about gazing at the snowy night sky from the tower behind the city wall. But in the wilderness, the sound of falling snowflakes is as terrifying as the footsteps of wild beasts. Parsul didn't want to complain about the cold anymore, but it seemed that only snowflakes and strong winds were real in the world. My God has no power here. She realized this repeatedly with every step she took. He calls me because He needs me. More needed than St. Valorin. Who needs me but Heather?
After the biblical legend was disproven, "Twilight Veil" president Nadia allowed them to leave. Naturally, she was disappointed, but at least she didn't show it in front of them.
"This is already the border of Alanvor, but there are still signs of life in the snowfields in the south." Nadia warned, "The ancestors of the ice witches used magic to create snowmen, but the finished products were left outside. Now no one controls these things. , may have multiplied all over the mountains and valleys. If you want to leave, you can only ask the ice witch for help."
"Good method." Not to mention that they sent Nightingale to chase us all the way. "I guess they'd be happy to help."
"Of course they will be happy," Nadia promised. "There are witches among our sisters. It's not surprising, is it? The gods treat all groups equally."
No credentials whatsoever. It was unwise to trust such an agreement, but Parsour knew that she could not bargain at the moment. I should lie about finding that damn heaven in exchange for help. Somehow, sensing the biblical connection, she didn't bother to play tricks with Nadia.
And unlike all the leaders Parsul had ever seen, this woman really kept her word. She opened doors for them and even helped them cross Kamaria's levels - not an easy task even for the First Source. Nadia's arrangement was secretive and efficient, adopting an extremely ingenious method.
"Kamaria is not a city of moon elves. It seems to be impregnable, but in fact there are secret passages everywhere. When the werewolves escaped from the city before, they changed the inner structure of the moon city."
"Werewolf? I understand the historical changes of Kamaria. But according to you, are there descendants of werewolves among our brothers and sisters?"
"Blood relatives of werewolves generally do not have a good end, but brothers and sisters in a society are different."
The way out is unguarded and hidden in a city garden. "Storm" Stefana did not come to see her off, only two Chuyuan whose faces could not be seen clearly led the way and gave Parsur permission to pass through the Yeti Tundra.
She touched the magic pattern on her chest. The curved strokes were as ugly as scars, and every time she breathed, she would feel a chill seep into her lungs. "What is that?" Parsul asked suspiciously, "This stroke represents 'transformation', I can recognize it."
"A pass to the tundra. I wouldn't say it's priceless." One of the guides replied, "But in our opinion, this loss of skin is not an obstacle to you. How did you leave Kamaria? . In this case, it doesn’t matter whether you mention it or not.” He picked up the pen, “You must spend twice as much time in the tundra.”
"I see." For witches, time and vitality can also be quantified. "By the way, thank you for your understanding."
The guide waved his hand, turned around and disappeared behind the white wall of the street. The knight slipped into the woods without saying a word, as if a devil was chasing him. Parsul didn't know the inside story yet, so he had to hurry up and follow.
When he was nearing the exit, the knight finally said, "Which way?"
"There's only one road here."
"There's someone waiting outside."
Parsur raised his eyebrows. "Not a stranger. What are you going to do?"
The knight ignored her and held the hilt of his sword.
Immediately afterwards, Parsul saw the scene she had expected and imagined a long time ago - the Silver Song Knights drew their swords at each other and faced each other hostilely. Her jailers looked confused. The truth pierced the fog created by blind optimism and dealt a heavy blow to both sides.
Two knights blocked the secret passage. In the silence, Bogart gritted his teeth uneasily, looking past Joey's sword blade and falling on his visor. Rego looked at them rudely, as if they were a pair of monkeys from the mountains. Parsur had already anticipated the reaction of these two people. Not everyone is as forgiving as Uriel. To be honest, I don't need their tolerance.
"Have you found her, Joey?" Bogart, the elder Silversong Knight, took off his hat, "We have been waiting for you for a long time."
"Maybe you can keep waiting."
"It's not up to me to make the decision." The scout knight slowed down his tone. "Did something go wrong? Or was there someone who interfered along the way? It is inevitable that this will happen. His Royal Highness needs to ask the whole story before he can make special considerations." Obviously, he expected Qiao to do so. Yi said something to tell. Parsour was convinced that he didn't know Joey as a person.
His companion saw better. "There is no need to harass His Highness the Prince with such trivial matters. Look at them, what else can they do?" Rego pointed out mercilessly, "The reason is obvious, he was captured by the green elf."
It turns out that in your eyes, I can win the battle, right? "No matter what you say, there is no room for me to deny it." Parsul smiled.
"You will be punished, Lady Saint." Bogart said dullly, "Seducing guards and escaping from supervision are not part of the agreement. Maybe Saint Valoran will also be affected. I have no right to judge you, but The tribunal is very good at it.”
"I'm not good at being judged," Parsul told them, "but I fled Mortus to survive."
"Escape from Mortus and your life will be in danger."
Knights who know nothing. "Sooner or later, it makes no difference. Did Bernard Sterling come in person?"
"Lord Sterling does not need to risk entering enemy territory." Rego said, "We will do it for you."
Bogart frowned in displeasure, but he did not fall for Parsur's deception. "The Templar Knights also belong to the Silver Song Knights. This is our internal problem, and the Templar Wizards have no right to interfere... No matter how you provoke it, Lady Saint, at least our goals are the same."
Parsour decided that he had done his best. Fighting was inevitable, and she didn't know if Joey was up to it. In the Alanwo border forest, they were aware of the presence of pursuers in advance. At that time, the knights could not calm down, but now they were suddenly attacked... No. Things are different. After all, our purposes are the same when it comes to Bernard's experiment.
She immediately felt ridiculous for her panic. I'm not alone.
Rego is more willing to aim his weapon at her than his rival Joey. Parsur probably knew what he was thinking, so he turned and fled toward the woods. The guide of the Ice Witch has gone far, but if she is still lucky, she will be discovered by other First Sources. "Twilight Veil" probably wouldn't mind helping to the end.
Behind her, Joey was in close combat with Bogart, and sparks shot out from the steel.
…
The elven saint floats like a ghost in the forest, twinkling among the leaves. It is true that she is more familiar with the woods, but her legs alone cannot run faster than a horse. Although she hasn't been caught yet, Rego has no doubt that success will be around the corner.
So when the ground suddenly cracked under the horse's hooves and the snow swallowed his vision, he felt more irritated than ever before, and the blood rushed to his scalp.
By the time he climbed out of the snow pit, the Cang Saint had disappeared. You can't run away. he thought. I'm going to break your legs.
But the obstacles are not shaped by her. Rego stopped with anger and turned to look at Joey. The latter was nearly forty yards away from him, without even raising his head. Arrogant bastard. He was half responsible for Rego's rage.
After the blades clashed, Joey distanced himself in an attempt to avoid Bogart's stab. But as soon as the scout knight kicked his heel, the mount immediately stepped forward and accelerated forward. In the blink of an eye, the spear opened the blocking iron sword heavily, and then cut through the armor, leaving slender scars on the opponent's arm. Noticing this, Rego decided that he had paid the price for holding him back.
Bogart's mount stood up at an angle, stopped directly opposite Rego, and turned around. His riding skills were superb and he didn't waste a second in the whole process. However, due to their weight, they could not replace the walking warriors in terms of flexibility. Taking advantage of him to change direction and regroup his attack, Joey quickly retreated, intending to get out of the scope of the fight.
But he shouldn't have chosen this side. Seeing the opportunity created by Bogart, Rego stabbed the enemy who was retreating with his sword. Chuyuan, who once raided the Mortus Manor, experienced this first-hand, and later paid the price with her life. It's not her fault. Threats coming from the front are often more obvious.
However, Joey suddenly turned around, and the blood spilled from the wound on his arm quickly condensed and turned into another handleless sword. This bastard abandoned the iron guy and instead trusted the ice with his hands. Rego didn't understand what he was thinking, but it would be a fool's errand to pass up a great opportunity.
Steel and ice collided, making a crisp sound of metal collision. Rego was surprised to find that his sword blade was covered with a layer of dark red frost. Mystery is attached to the enemy's weapons, and through the fur gloves and iron gauntlets, it brings a cold touch that goes deep into the bone marrow. He barely grasped the sword, let alone displayed his superior skills as a swordsman champion.
Joey spun the blade and launched a fierce and continuous attack on Rego. Unorganized movements. The blood-red sword blade flashed and jumped in front of him, far and near, and the sound was like forging pig iron. Rego gritted his teeth and resisted the power coming from his hands. As a top student trained as an imperial officer, he never thought that someone would use a sword as a hammer. But this was only a temporary advantage, Rego told himself. He couldn't last long. He will tire quickly. And it doesn't take much effort to resist. Rego concentrated on making sure that every swing of his sword could block the opponent's attack. I won’t even get hurt by the end of it.
So he retreated step by step, luring the enemy deeper. When the blow from his arm subsided, Rego realized that the time had come for him to fight back.
Rego suddenly dodged to the left, avoiding Joey's weapon. It passed by the side without any threat, and at most it accidentally injured the falling snowflakes. The opponent's center of gravity also moves forward. Rego turned around sharply, mud mixed with dirty frost and snow splashed under his feet. He lowered his upper body and swept his sword across the enemy's ribs.
Weapons are extensions of the knight's arms, flesh and blood made of steel. Rego never thought that this blow would miss. With full confidence, he saw his opponent grabbing the blade without looking back...
...then snap it like a matchstick.
The surprise stunned him to the point of staying where he was. what happened? Rego didn't understand and couldn't think. Taking this opportunity, Joey grabbed his shoulder with his backhand and stabbed his throat with the bloody sword.
Rego raised his head instinctively. But if his companion's spear hadn't struck him and struck a fatal blow, he would have lost his life under Joey's sword.
"That sword!" he finally realized.
The scout knight must have heard the hint clearly. He kicked his mount in the belly, and the man and his horse pressed against the enemy, the tip of his spear flashing with cold light. They were so close that Joey had no time to hide. There was a crashing sound, and the blood sword in his hand shattered instantly, forming a large cloud of pink mist.
Amid the shock, Rego slipped and sat on his back in the snow, holding a piece of iron several inches long in his hand. Their enemies were also forced to retreat, crashing into the pine trunks behind them. The snowflakes accumulated on the branches and leaves suddenly overwhelmed him.
Bogart threw his sword over. The horse neighed loudly and approached the tree with its rider. Rego picked up the weapon in his hand and followed silently. Although Bogart's timely intervention saved the situation that was almost ruined by him, it was really difficult for Rego to be grateful to him.
"Don't resist, Joey." Bogart warned, "Let's go find the nature spirit. Maybe His Highness the Prince will be willing to give up the pursuit."
"I'm not happy." The other party brushed away the snowflakes.
"It's just a woman. It's incredible that you are fascinated by her. She was once the leader of Saint Valoran, but now she is nothing. Why give up your faith for her?"
"Belief?"
"You swore an oath. In the church, in front of the bishop and His Majesty. Have you forgotten?"
"I don't remember anything that was ever said."
Bogart had nothing to say.
It was obvious that the bastard was determined to break all the rules he had followed. Rego glanced at the treetops casually, guessing the location of the green elf. As for Joey's fate, he didn't plan to pay much attention to it. When he came here, he thought this guy was already dead, but now he is still alive and in trouble. The instructions the wizard gave him before leaving... "Where is the place you agreed on?"
"You know a lot of stuff." Joey glanced over with his blue eyes. This is his most obvious alien feature. Rego had never liked the look in his eyes. Bogart will wonder why the opponent chose Parsur, but Rego will not. They are basically the same species.
