As soon as Uriel drew his sword, she fell into the snow. In the nameless person's induction, a beam of fire suddenly went out. He never expected this scene.
The "unbelievable" ring also agrees.
Strong regret welled up in his chest. Uriel stared at Parsur's body, feeling an unprecedented sense of loss. To be honest, even he was surprised by his sadness. "I missed it," the apprentice whispered. Death always seemed to precede him. "Damn it! I almost saved her!"
"Save a dead man?" 』
He was speechless. Uriel and the ring each insisted on the authenticity of the man in the dream, but neither could convince the other. But things suddenly get crazy when Joey kills Parsur. Uriel felt that he really couldn't understand it.
"What's going on?" he muttered.
There is light again at the end of the cave. The broken moon left a complete circular halo on the ice. Still glaciers stretched out of the canyon into the open, dead blue ocean. In the cracks in the stone wall, Uriel used the light to look around and had an unobstructed view of the surroundings. However, despite his excellent vision, he still could not stop the mentor's magic in time to kill Parsur. Maybe all the blood in her body was frozen before I saw them.
In the end, it was Sauron's view of the dreamer that calmed him down a little. Uriel tried to calm down and clear his thoughts: "Did you hear that? She sounded as if there was a third person over there. Does the White Envoy have the habit of calling himself 'he'?"
"No matter how serious the grammatical error is," the ring immediately denied it. "Besides, he speaks his mother tongue"
I see. The lingua franca is the messenger’s second language, so it’s not surprising that something goes wrong. The incident made it difficult for Uriel to concentrate. "So, there are indeed others here."
"That's it. Someone is manipulating his actions through mystery, and it also has such effects in mysterious places. It is most likely a demonic method," the ring concluded.
"Primordial. Nadia's people?"
"In the dream he was from Aurenia, even if I thought with my toes, it couldn't be her."
The first origin of Aurenia. Uriel suddenly knew the identity of the other party. He couldn't help but touch the parchment, feeling more mysteries unfolding before his eyes.
"The White Envoy is a Gaia believer?" the apprentice asked in a low voice, "Do you know this?"
"Some things are better not heard, boy"
"The church is more useful than Mortus. What is the purpose of the church?" Uriel felt that he knew the answer. prayer? This works anywhere. worship? There doesn't seem to be any particularly strict requirements... To take a step back, even if Joey really has faith, he will not have any friendly and harmonious daily interactions with other believers. Uriel was very sure of this.
The point is, where the third person is compared to the church. "Mortus is the Black City. I remember you wanted to hide this for him, Sauron."
It took three minutes for the ring to respond slowly: "I have an obligation to protect the owner's privacy and maintain his reputation." Its attitude made the answer self-evident.
Uriel let go of his hand, and the scroll of oath fell back to the bottom of his pocket. "You did the right thing."
…
If she spoke, the emperor thought, the bastard would answer her. After all, he could even confess to her about assassinating Elber. Women are creatures with special charms. Giving them free power often results in bad luck for men. In recent days, Mike has had enough of the Queen Mother's suspicion, and he really hopes that his sister will leave early. At any rate, Helen never overstepped her limits. A woman's job is to conceive her offspring in her bed and then unburden them when they can hold a sword or knit their own sweater, freeing them from their mother's weakness. But girls generally make the same mistakes again.
When she relaxed her restraints, the frost had completely frozen the Elf Saint. The knight jerked his hand back as if fleeing from the fire. The magic suddenly stopped. But beyond that, nothing can end, and time cannot go back. The knight made no move, only focused on grabbing her palm.
Mike frowned and looked at him, somewhat regretting ending that woman. The absolute nature of the contract was originally a means to restrict subordinates, but she could temporarily lift it, but was unwilling to confess, so he had no choice but to eliminate this unstable factor. Otherwise, having her would mean controlling Joey. A good sword among the Silver Song Knights is rare.
"Tell me, how did she break the contract?" the emperor ordered.
The knight seemed to be thinking.
"Is it a relic of God?" He couldn't help but think of those stupid words. "Is it still Chuyuan's ability? Are you mute?"
Joey turned a deaf ear.
Mike frowned. "Don't do this in front of me, Joey," he warned. "If you don't know, just say you don't know. Are you stumped?"
"I don't know." Joey said. It turns out that he still has a little bit of sanity. "Is she really dead?"
Such an answer is not unexpected. The emperor certainly knows how capable his subordinates are, but it is strange to receive questions. "Can we still have a holiday?"
Joey didn't respond.
Mike's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. "What, you want to read a eulogy for her? You were gone for more than three months, maybe not for a little while."
"say what?"
"The three gods have special prayers, Joey. But this woman is the blue saint of the forest after all. Maybe the soul wants Heather more. I think Parsul must know what to say. Unfortunately, the one who died is She." Mike said coldly, "You can understand that I don't intend to let you waste time here, right?"
"She's dead. Didn't you mean to keep her alive?"
"I remember what I said." Through the glass, Mike observed the other party carefully. "But ensuring her safety is not included in this. Sterling has come to you, and even Rego has come. Didn't you reject them all?"
If there was no contract to interfere with this matter, he had considered leaving Joey in Alanvor. The "Victor" is no fool. Even the Queen Mother knows how to find a breakthrough from the guards. The Prince may have doubted Joey. Although recalling Joey can speed up Sterling's progress, the risks cannot be ignored... If nothing else, everyone is staring at him. Even if the results are achieved, I am afraid the emperor will not be able to experiment immediately. On the other hand, leaving Joey in Alanvor would make the moon elves sleepless. After all, isn’t that what nightingales are for?
"...At this point, you've left me with no choice, Joey."
"You said so," repeated the knight, "that you asked me to follow her."
Mike was quite surprised. "Come here? Kamaria is a decent target." What is there in the poles? landscape? "I'm afraid it's your imagination that says this." The lounge of the Mercury Temple has always been empty. I thought the High Septon was just worrying, the emperor thought unhappily. It seemed that even when he returned to his original position, the trouble was not eradicated. The dead Cang Saint also mentioned the oracle...
Nonsense. Mike had so much to worry about that it was ridiculous to include superstition. "The wizard is promoting a new potion." He told his subordinates, "Maybe it can replace Gaia. You haven't been to church for a long time, Joey, and the magical precepts must not be able to control it anymore... Wait, can it be Have you ever...?"
The emperor understood it at a glance. "Did you start plotting against Mortus before the mission set off?" He wanted to laugh angrily.
"Your order." Joey's eyes seemed to tear someone apart, "Yours. Yours. Yours!"
It seemed there was only one way to get him to listen. Mike mobilized the magic power in the way he remembered, prompting the birth of the mystery. He hadn't done this for a long time. After wearing the crown, magical power became redundant, and only mystery could be used to scare the court.
A contract is like a bond, transmitting signals into the other party's fire. Joey responded. It seems that the foreign woman failed to make him completely forget his loyalty, but only caused him more pain. Mike drained away the chaotic emotions, and those unsettling longings, fears, and confusions gradually faded away...until the soul flame became stable. The whole process is like adding a glass cover to a candle by the window. When he interrupts the magic, Joey returns to normal.
I don't know how long this state can last. "I always thought that withdrawal was a once-and-for-all thing." Mike looked at him, "But Sterling believes that magic can only help relieve your stress. His point of view is not unreasonable. In any case, you are not allowed to go again Mortus, do you hear me?"
…
Uriel could not hear, but he could feel the mysterious power of the Nameless One. When the instructor let go of Parsur, a strange sense of dislocation arose in the apprentice's heart. Realizing that waiting would be worse, he stepped aside. Before Ring Sauron had time to stop him, he had already kicked the ice spike protruding from the side wall. With a click, the ice shattered. Uriel slid out of the hole along the edge and was behind his mentor in a blink of an eye.
No one was prepared for this. Joey suddenly tripped and fell under a cone of frost. If he wants to get up again, he can only cut off the spikes on his head first. The mentor turned his head expressionlessly, his blue eyes catching the apprentice's shadow like glass.
Magic is unhindered. A hurricane arose in the plains, rolling up snowflakes like huge waves, and the peaks were higher than the cliffs at the end of the rift valley.
"... Damn it." Uriel had just gotten up, but when he saw this, he had no choice but to run away. "Sauron!"
"I can not help you! ” The runes flickered, guiding him to hide back in the cave. "A duel with the master in the polar regions? Do you have any brain?"
"He is still a ring-level person!"
"There is something wrong with this ghost place, and its mystery is rising...well, let's say it's erupting." The ring told him, "Since your anchor point is in front of you, it's time to go back now."
It's not like I really want to fight him. "Wait a moment." Uriel stepped aside and avoided the entrance of the ice cave. A large stream of broken ice crackled into his former hiding place, and in the blink of an eye, the gap disappeared. "If I use Elvish, please translate it for me." He whispered.
"Varied"
"You left it on Mortus," cried Uriel. "Take it." He tossed the badge across the river.
The misty snow and fog dispersed. The Guru had broken down the barriers and was heading towards Parsur. The symbol of the Knights of Silversong fell behind him with a clang and rolled into the snow. The subtle noise was covered by the sound of wind, but it seemed to have an invisible power that could capture the mind. Uriel saw his mentor stop.
"What are you doing here?" He didn't look at it.
"Nothing was accomplished anyway." Uriel wiped the snowflakes from his face. "How could this happen? Is it McAdam? You have obviously escaped so far..."
"It's a matter of time." Joey replied, "Actually, he helped me. Obviously it turns out that you can't sell the same thing to two people." He picked up the badge and threw it back. "Get out of here. Something will be coming soon."
The apprentice raised his hand to grab it and found that he had thrown the badge back. The meaning is self-evident. "This...?" Before he could say anything, Joey smashed Parsur's body into pieces, and the powder melted into the snow. Uriel was startled.
It shouldn't go on like this. The apprentice regrets it, I should have told the truth a long time ago. Phantoms can also hurt people, Sauron reminded me... "This is false." Uriel blurted out. "This was just your dream, Joey. A long nightmare."
"Nightmare. You think so?"
"Believe me, these are all illusions." Uriel couldn't think of anything else to say. "It's just a dream. You should come back to reality and don't suffer from nightmares."
He waited for a long silence. The wind blew across the river, causing the ice to rustle as it rubbed against it. They were under the sea of stars, as if they had traveled to another time and space. Time and space thousands of years later. There, Uriel no longer felt the initial strangeness, and he felt that he was gradually becoming familiar with Knox. However, his mentor had a different view.
"Reality is when you close your eyes in a dream." Bai Zhizhi replied softly, "This is not a nightmare, Uriel."
The apprentice didn't understand.
But he suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly looked away. Sure enough, the next second the messenger turned around. Uriel caught a glimpse of the messenger's blue eyes on the ice. If I don't bow my head, I will probably return to reality. This style of conduct seems familiar. "Lord Commander?" he probed.
At this moment, the ring made a rustling sound with traces of frost, but Joey didn't say anything yet.
"underfoot"
Uriel lowered his head in confusion. The stars were reflected on the ice, but they were far away from them. It was better to say further than the sky. These stars are like frozen seeds that are pregnant with life, rejected by the cold and dead polar regions, buried deep in the frozen soil, maintaining eternal stillness.
...Below their feet, the silver-white broken moon quickly enlarged, covering the ice lake in the blink of an eye. The ferocious cracks on it are like grimaces.
Uriel felt a chill rush to his forehead. The moon seems to be right above your head. Without reaching out, you can stick to the smooth debris by looking up, or simply be swallowed up by the abyss-like crack. The apprentice has never seen such a big moon in his life! In fact, the broken moon under his feet seemed to be able to break through the ice at any time, and the moon above his head was about to hit his head. In fear, Uriel was completely speechless.
"He is coming," the messenger told him.
…
Something was wrong, and McAdam couldn't help but turn his head and look at the sky. Dawn is about to arrive in Marandeno, and the ring-shaped cloud belt slowly fades away. Fog condenses on the cold glass, blurring the image. He felt like he had something to do before, but he couldn't remember the details of the urgent matter.
"Your Majesty?" Sterling finally arrived belatedly.
"I found Joey." That's what it was supposed to be about? The emperor frowned. "But……"
"But, Your Majesty, eh?"
"Forget it." The feeling is indescribable. "When he returns to Malandeno, you start the experiment. It must be ended before Veronca asks me for someone! The Archbishop assured me that the monks of the Templar will not interfere with your research anymore. As for the judicial body, the Prime Minister should be able to Easily solved."
"Of course. Of course." The Wizard Prime Minister grinned and his eyebrows stretched proudly. "Everything is on track."
"What do you mean? Just getting on the right track?"
"No. No! I mean, it's about to end successfully. A new era is beckoning to us!"
The emperor glared at him unhappily. Bernard Sterling straightened his back slightly and smiled with total confidence and control. He seems happier than me, Mike thought. Then he felt the gaze again. Could it be an assassin?
Outside the study window, the first ray of sunlight shone on the castle flag. Wisps of moist smoke drifted up. They spill out of the cracks in bricks and tiles, drill out of people's mouths, noses and ears, and break through the surface of the earth. They rise rapidly and connect into a web, turning the sky into a wet, wrinkled silk cloth. The more they gather, the more light and transparent the city becomes. In the haze, the world slowly twisted and lost its original appearance.
Mike waved his hand, and his transparent sleeves dispersed the fog. "There's strange movement."
"Maybe it came from the contract, Your Majesty. What did he say?"
"It's not him. It seems to be a woman."
Sterling opened his mouth and blew out a large cloud of smoke: "There are new contractors recently? What does she want to say?"
The emperor's transparent face didn't look good. "This is not something you should ask." But after the warning, he had nothing to hide. "She would just repeat what I said, again through Joey."
"Oh, if you ask me, he might be insane." The bookcase fell over and the foggy corner of the table penetrated his calf. The wizard just shrugged. "What did she repeat, Your Majesty?"
"Who knows? I forgot." Maybe I should have read the scriptures then. The emperor snorted.
…
"I can feel you. 』
Uriel almost jumped. This voice belongs to Parsur! He couldn't help but look at her body.
"Of course you can." The messenger closed his eyes.
"The ceremony was successful?" 』
"I hope so." A strange rhythm sounded on the snow, but it was short and subtle. It was just the messenger pulling out the knife. The ice blade was born from nothingness, with an edge as thin as a snowflake. He stabbed the knife into the ice beneath his feet, and the moon in the water became even uglier. The cracks expanded, forming thousands of tiny fragments, but they still maintained the shape of a circle. The blade trembled. "I would be happier if I killed you now." He was tired. "Why don't you kill yourself? It would be better for us."
"I can't finish it myself, so I have to trouble you. Just like you did to that poor mortal shell, not one step further. ” The voice replied, “Are you sad for me? 』
"Can't you feel it?" the messenger asked.
"There are so many things that make you sad, even I can't distinguish them all. What a sad and short time. 』
The messenger gritted his teeth. "You've said this once. Shut your mouth."
Uriel could not understand their conversation. In fact, he had trouble hearing the voices in his head. Countless noises surrounded Parsur's words, and she seemed to be in a busy city.
“Then open the door and come to me. It's just another choice, and it's not difficult. 』
"That's not true."
"You can experience it for yourself. Pull out the sword and complete the ritual. Let me share what you are all about. What is pain? Nothing but an illusion. 』
"Oh, really?" The messenger suddenly let go of the knife. It no longer trembles, nor is it sharp. Uriel noticed that the broken moon under the ice suddenly shrank, like a balloon punctured by a needle.
"Yes...yes yes...it's an illusion..."
The terrifying mystery hit the fire, and the apprentice was almost knocked over. A cold wave fell from the sky, and dark clouds covered the starry sky. Snow waves rushed down the hillside, the magic interrupted by Uriel began to revive, and the glacier rumbled and shook, creating a catastrophic and magnificent scene.
The dream was collapsing, but Uriel wasn't sure his method was really working. The impression of the messenger was very different from that of a thousand years later, and even became more and more distant. He still seems to belong to the past.
"I'll make you fucking suffer!" the knight roared and grabbed the handle.
With a click, the blade split into two, the upper end shattered inch by inch, and the lower end was completely submerged into the ground. The Broken Moon twisted, faded, and disappeared into the hollow ice.
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