"There are only three of you!"
"To be exact, there were only two at that time." The light element life stretched out two fingers.
"Relying on you to stop all wizards?" Roma categorically denied, "This is absolutely impossible. I know what level Gao Huan is."
"Of course it's not just us. The battlefield is not your house." Sita said proudly, "We have helpers."
"Who will help you?" To Antuolos of Antagon City, they are undoubtedly invaders.
"You'll never imagine it. It's a shadow dragon, a mystery that Dalton and I created together."
The little lion's eyes widened: "Dragon?"
"A real dragon." York said, "Believe me, only a real dragon can be so powerful."
"How is this possible? Where did Anthoros get the dragons from?" Roma jumped up, "I heard that dragons all live in the Silverstone Valley of Saint Valoran. Have you gone to Saint Valoran?"
"That's right!"
"Actually." Dalton couldn't listen anymore. "We were just passing by there. The shadow of Antipodes comes from Lady Magdalen's traveling companion."
He had never thought of creating the image of a dragon. The Sunless Lord is an amalgam of shadows, mystical beings from all ranges of magic that can be sensed. These shadows originally fought independently, forming a "lightless army" that swept the battlefield, but when combined, they were another way of mysterious manifestation, with individual effects that transcended the whole. The latter has harsh spell-casting conditions. Since Dalton obtained this magic in the Temple of Ashes, he has not used it in Binya Ao.
Sita York is not immune to the problem of boasting as a mercenary, but without this big talker, I wouldn't be able to do such a thing. Light brings shadow. How come I never thought of that before? Dalton suddenly realized that there was no light in the underground world.
When Uriel decided to rush back to the dock, Dalton recalled the shadow dragon to his side. York tried to climb onto the dragon's back, but this time he was thrown off.
"Hey!" Sita protested to Dalton, "That's not fair. Why doesn't it listen to me?"
"Elemental creatures have self-awareness. Don't you know that?" Drow asked.
York was speechless.
"But the 'Lightless King' is a magical creation, different from you, buddy." The tower messenger touched his chin, "I heard that you are the creations of the goddess Lucia. Do you think you are a relic of the gods?"
"That's ridiculous!" Sita rolled her eyes, but couldn't help laughing. It was just a bad joke, but Dalton was glad Uriel was making a joke anyway. No one is fit to look sad all day except me.
At this moment, someone interrupted them: "You are actually wasting your time here?"
"Who?" Sita looked around. This guy still doesn't know how to be vigilant. Fortunately, Uriel and Dalton will not be so careless. The night elves commanded the dragon to roar, but it turned its head and puffed out a puff of black smoke at them. His vision was suddenly obscured, and he admitted that he was panicked at the time.
But the voice of the tower messenger followed, through the smoke: "Lady Mabel?"
Mabel Magdalen. She was the fourth mysterious creature from the sky that Dalton encountered that day. This is probably not due to my luck. Later Uriel said that she did not come here in person, but created a projection of the dream. Dalton didn't feel lucky either.
"She is a helper." Uriel said quickly, "I used the Bible to trap the Black Knight in the dream. But this method came from Lady Magdalen. I was able to return to Anthoros so quickly, thanks to her Help." His introduction was very clear.
"It's more than that." Mabel Magdalen still added, "They can't wait for you without me until you come back. These are two debts." She seemed to enjoy making people owe favors.
"I recognize you." Sita actually said, "You are the high priest of Saint Valoran, Your Excellency."
"Not anymore. I'm very free now, with only a warehouse, a shop, and a garden to tend to," Mabel answered.
"'The House of Seven Lights,'" Uriel told the night elf. "I had the pleasure of visiting it. It's in Eastman's Glimmering Forest. Do you know it, Dalton?"
"No." Is there a void inhabiting Eastman's Shimmering Forest? Even the Queen's party doesn't know. "It is a great honor to meet you, Lady Magdalene."
"Really? I'm not sure you can see me." There was smoke everywhere, and even his night vision couldn't help. But Mabel easily solved the problem: "It's just a little joke, don't take it to heart."
As soon as she finished speaking, a gust of wind blew away the black smoke. Dalton heard York cough. "The dragon in Silverstone Valley shouldn't be so small. Don't you think so, Drow?" Mabel turned to look at him.
"I have never seen a dragon." Zhuoer said truthfully.
Mabel Magdalene floats beside the Tower Messenger. As she spoke, her shawl twisted around her body until it fell completely off, revealing the windbreaker she was wearing underneath. Dalton immediately realized that she should have passed through Sodria, the country of quicksand. There are many ways to get from Eastman to Moniantoros, the road through Sodria is not the shortest. Is this a coincidence?
"A prudent answer." The owner of the Seven Lamps Cottage commented with a smile, "No one will be offended. Could it be that you discovered it?"
I discovered so much more than I imagined. "The source of shadows has a limited range, Your Excellency."
Mabel took off her shawl.
It floats in mid-air. Dalton first thought it was some kind of alchemical creation, but then he discovered that it was indeed floating on its own instead of relying on the wind. Every thread of the shawl was twitching. Soon, he heard someone speaking. The sound came from nowhere. It could only be a mysterious effect...
"This is my shadow!" Shawl declared. The facts back it up.
The shawl stretched suddenly, shuttled through the bell tower, and went straight to the dome, raising a cloud of smoke and dust. They had to retreat. The mass of fabric curled and spiraled, its soft threads disassembling and reassembling, twisting into thick, glittering webs of veins. When they stood far enough away to see the overall outline of these nets, Sita's expression was exactly the same as that of the little lion Roma.
"Ms. Door?" the tower messenger blurted out. He was obviously judging by the sound.
After all, even though what appeared in front of him was a hollow woolen creature, Dalton had to admit that its shape was irrefutably similar to the "Lightless King". It seems that the latter is really not a fabrication on my part.
Even when he stayed there and thought, the texture of the wool had quickly faded away, and the scales filled the hollows of the veins. The tassels expand and become limbs. Only a section of the shawl cloth was still floating, but what finally fell to the ground was a long tail that was thicker than the marble columns of the church.
A dragon. Dalton thought to himself, the dragon from St. Valoran's Silverstone Valley. He found it difficult to convey to others her miraculous beauty and majesty.
"Sylvia!" Roma screamed, "Is she a dragon?"
"So, you recognize them."
"Uril and I met her at the Seven Lights Cottage, when she was still a door!" The little lion told the story excitedly. "I know her, but what's going on?"
"A shape-shifting rune life?" York guessed.
Dalton shook his head. "That's definitely a dragon." He couldn't help but put his hand on the hilt of the sword. "What my magic captured was her shadow. The dragon's shadow."
"It's amazing." York said enviously, "Lord Magdalen owns a dragon! You can even wear her as a shawl. Why am I not the Dream Weaver?"
"There's still a door," Roma added.
Dalton frowned: "As far as I know, the dream weaver is an ancient mysterious profession. I once... according to the records of the Ashes Temple, it has even been lost. Maybe there is only one dream weaver in Knox, Ms. Mabel. division."
The little lion didn't understand: "What's wrong with you? She can accept apprentices."
"There is no mysterious knowledge in lost professions, Roma. Our professions are all orthodox and have complete rituals. Because mysterious knowledge is passed between fires through rituals." Even York knows this. "The lost mysterious profession is bad. She can only complete it by herself to open up a mysterious path in the future." He made a face. "I'm just saying. If I really want to change my profession to become a Dream Weaver, I'll be very unlucky."
"Is it really that miserable?"
"Don't listen to his nonsense. Many members of the Mysterious Fulcrum will choose to change careers." Dalton explained, "After all, they have a lot of mysterious knowledge that can be verified by each other and complete the lost parts. Most adventurers don't have this. Excellent conditions.”
"I won't do it if I have the conditions." Roma shouted incomprehensibly, "Ignore the complete inheritance and choose a half-career? Who would do this? I want to be a messenger." She patted the bow on the table. . "It depends on this. By the way, is there a Windrunner in the tower?"
good question. "You don't even know?"
"Larsen is an astrologer in the astronomy office, not the Foreign Office. I have never cared about other departments before."
"Then you didn't think about it during the confinement?" Dalton remembered that she had changed jobs for a long time. This little lion can be described as a typical example of regressing if he doesn't smoke.
"Bah! I can't go anywhere in confinement, how can I ask?"
What she said makes sense. But now they were in the tower's dining room, with mysterious creatures coming and going, talking to each other. Whenever acquaintances pass by, Roma will say hello to them. Zhuoer suspected that she didn't connect her actions with what she said. This girl has always been like this.
"Ha! We can't help with this." York muttered, "I do have an idea, but it's a pity that you are Croita's apprentice, so you will definitely disdain the adventurer's tricks."
"Who said that? Yasukawa is the adventurer. Have you found him, Dalton?"
"It was his news that found us." Sita picked up the plate happily, "I was about to say this. We found Anchuan's former mercenary group. Which one do you think it is?"
"Is it the Paperclip Mercenary Group?" the little lion replied instantly.
"Huh? How do you know?"
"Of course it's a guess. Paperclip Mercenary Group, Paperclip Mercenary Group! I have to write it down. What kind of people are there?"
"A romantic and free-spirited person." York said, "Saudi Aiper has a good voice, and the musicians are twins. There are also famous adventurers. 'Windtalker' Aldinet Lin Gong, he and the rumored It’s exactly the same. You’re sure to have a great time.”
"A rigid and paranoid person." Dalton commented unceremoniously, "There is only one goal in his mind, and his own life is nothing more than that. The representative figures are the judge's nightingale and a lifelong demon hunter. As for 'Whisper of the Wind' He was once a good friend of Yasukawa, but the latter was just a coward and incompetent traitor in his eyes."
"You sound like two mercenary groups." Roma frowned: "And, traitors? What do you mean?"
"I'm afraid it's a misunderstanding. Even so, although I have never met Yasukawa, I understand that he tried to save the Bloodborn and the Gaia Monastery. As a friend, this person does not understand the other party at all." His superficiality and narrow-mindedness are like His kindred. Dalton thought. Of course, he would not say this in front of York. "I don't know why."
"I think it's also a misunderstanding." York partially agreed, "Otherwise it's really unreasonable."
"If I see Anchuan, I will persuade him to go back and explain." The little lion breathed a sigh of relief, "What's the big deal about the misunderstanding? It can be resolved in a few words." Her tone sounded as if she was a very important person. "I'll remember that."
"The Wind Whisperer is a Wind Walker, so remember to learn two moves from him when the time comes."
"I remember it too! But I have to find Yasukawa first. Where did he go?"
"I will help you find him," Dalton promised, "but you can't wait yourself. It will be good for you to become familiar with Windrunner's abilities. Maybe by then you will be out of confinement and can leave the tower as an envoy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. .”
"I'm afraid it's still early." Roma was not optimistic. "Larsen wants to lock me up until the end of the frost moon. It's over! Now the frost moon has just begun."
"But if we go by Eastman's time, we've been into winter for several weeks." York took a sip of soup and leaned out to get a bottle of gel. "What's this?"
"No one from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs taught you?" Dalton asked.
"Not yet. In any case, I am already a mysterious creature, so there is no need for a graduation ceremony. Besides, to be honest, some people may not be able to defeat me."
"Can't beat you?"
"It's an apprentice from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, not Sabina! I never bully an astrologer apprentice." The little lion clapped his fingers. "A total of four fools gave me trouble. I had to beat them up."
"Causing trouble for you?" Is there such a person in the tower? Dalton didn't question this behavior, but he couldn't believe that the other party was stupid enough to pick Roma against him. After all, she is still the apprentice of a great astrologer.
"Three of them are Sabina's suitors, and they plan to fight each other to determine the winner. The remaining one actually came to inquire about Helen while I was out in the middle of the night!" Roma said unhappily, "Of course, he's looking for I made an excuse, like investigating ancient inheritance, imperial bloodline, etc. I broke his nose and asked him to look for his ancestors from inside." She licked the back of her hand.
"Is it possible that the guy at the end actually meant no harm?" Dalton muttered. He was just unlucky enough to run into your hands.
Sita discovered the point: "Wait, you used fists? Not bows and arrows?"
"What? Are you going to bring weapons to the cafeteria in the middle of the night?"
"It makes sense. And using an arrow will leave a hole in the nose, which would be bad." York said sarcastically. "We are discussing career with you, Roma. The mysterious profession is not your guard job. Beating up a few perverts with your fists does not reflect your abilities."
This is wrong, Dalton thought, maybe they just want to continue their blood heritage, but they didn't expect that in addition to dealing with their love rivals, they also have to pass you. He used the movement of holding the condiment bottle to hide his smile and maintained a serious expression.
"You mean, I should choose a more suitable opponent?" Roma asked.
"Yes. Not everyone can be your opponent, but I don't think Dalton can." The night elf frowned at him, but York didn't see it. "You'd better choose a sparring partner of the same profession to increase your experience."
"Same profession? Are you?"
"Unfortunately, I am a warrior and prefer to use a knife." York drank all the soup, picked up the container and waved it over his head. The glances from the apprentices in robes next to him made him even more excited. "This! It's more refreshing than standing on a tree and shooting arrows." He glanced around, suddenly stood up and bowed, and there was sporadic applause. Most people have no idea what's going on. "Well, I can also use a bow, but once I put my quiver on my back, people will know that I can do the moves that any mortal can do." He sat back.
"What will I do if I know you stand up again? Take away your chair." The night elf threatened.
The little lion's eyes widened: "What are you doing?"
"The sun has come out." Sita pointed to the top of her head. The sun shines through the clouds and onto the carvings on the wall. “While the soup tastes good, it’s not filling at all.”
"For elemental life." Dalton corrected, "The restaurant in your tower is rich in nutrients. I have never seen this thing on the ground. A fish with wings?"
"It's just a fish." Roma spat out the bones, "It's just that the fins are very long. Night elf! You are a dark elementalist, and York is Sita's profession?"
"We are all pretty much the same people," York said.
"Windrunner is a forest profession. Where should I find my companion? Saint Valoran?" The little lion sighed, "The green elves do not allow others to enter the forest. It will be too late until they open the door."
It was already before the War of the Saints that Saint Valoran cut off contact with other mysterious fulcrums. If you don't take the initiative to enter the Cangzhi Forest, few people can see the natural race. After meeting the dragon Sylvia, Dalton had no plans to go to Shimmer Forest again. We were too lucky last time, and the only way to stay lucky is to stay away from risks.
"You can search in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs first." The night elf tried his best to give suggestions. "It is better to ask Uriel. He must know the situation of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
"Uriel?" Roma blinked. "Honestly, Drow, I'm not sure about that."
Dalton didn't understand: "Isn't he the apprentice of the White Envoy?"
"The White Envoy doesn't care about this matter. Instead of asking Uriel, it's better to go to Sabina." Roma told him. But she suddenly slapped her forehead. "Uril knows how to use a bow! Why did I forget?"
"Indeed." In the eyes of most people, the profession of the Tower Messenger is almost a mystery. He is not only a priest, but also a windrunner, elementalist, and dreamweaver... The magic he can use is not restricted by profession at all. Although Uriel admitted that it was all the effect of a divine spell, Dalton did not have a scroll of oath. His words were probably meant to be comforting, Drow thought, lest we lose our cool.
"Does he have time? I think he is very tired these days." Roma suppressed her impulse and asked, "Is there still no solution to the Gaia Church's problem?"
That's how it should be. Dalton tried to turn his head, but ended up looking directly at Sita. They looked at each other. "He doesn't plan to go back." Zhuoer told her, "Our messenger has figured it out."
"How did you do it?" Her suspicion was not unreasonable. We couldn't have done it.
"Who knows? Thoughts are always unpredictable." Sita said dryly, "You shouldn't ask us."
"Okay. But even if he is free." Roma muttered, "I don't want to trouble him. I have caused him enough trouble. There should be other apprentices from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the training ground, so it's not bad to find them. .”
"Why don't you ask his mentor? Bai Zhizhi teaches everything anyway." York made a face.
