The DC area of Hoklin is more like a village. The country roads are so winding and muddy, and the buildings are twisted and twisted, making it difficult to find passages. Several cottages were situated on a high slope, with a drop of nearly five yards to the south, and an orchard behind them. The stone stairs built by the locals in the lowlands were blocked by several baskets of crushed fruits... There were only traces of blood in the mess, and there was no trace of anyone.
What a leisurely and pastoral scenery. The night elf thought to himself. He looked at the building: the house was shrouded in silence, and phosphorus fire flickered on the glass. After stopping and listening carefully, I realized that there was a faint sound coming from the north.
"There's someone in the woods," he told his fellow travelers.
"Dead people." York corrected, "People who died recently. Most of them are our scouts."
Now a scout for the enemy. Dalton knew that missing in the battlefield with the undead would leave the living with no choice. When creating people of the night, the banshees are much more efficient than those of Susheng. The only drawback is that they are very fragile. "How many more are on the other side? It's too far away, I can't see clearly."
York frowned: "Dead people have no warmth, how can I..."
"Use elements." Dalton gestured. He himself is also an elementalist, but there are so many shadows here that it is difficult to distinguish the outline. "The fire of the Night Folk feels like water, while mortals feel like mist."
"Three heads." Sita was surprised, "It can really be done. What's the principle? Is fire made of elements?"
"Compared to magic, the elements have a tendency to be more oriented towards fire, but we can't control it beyond magic. You elemental creatures are a little different." The night elves began to use the cursed sword to guide the mystery. "They are approaching, and I can see both ends. .The furthest one is for you."
After the targets were assigned, they dived into the darkness like two shadows.
A banshee crooned behind the rock. It has a broken face, is wrapped in a roll of straw, and its bone-like limbs stretch out of the straw, trembling with the climax of its song.
Unlike ordinary night folk, it is unarmed, and its songs summon soldiers for it. Dalton turned his head in the shadows, deciding that the room was hiding its pawns. The living people were evacuated from the city by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Most of the people left here are corpses, and the corpses belong to Gavash.
He waited quietly until the moon was obscured by clouds and the gleam disappeared from the succubus's ears. At this time, the flames jumped, and it was York who went deep into the jungle, causing a dying woman's scream.
The song stopped suddenly, and it turned its head to look alertly.
In an instant, Dalton jumped out of the shadows and plunged the cursed sword into its throat. The air made a crackling leaking sound. He twisted his hand and the sword swung, making a deep hole in the banshee's neck. The wound wasn't fatal, but the curse soon crept onto its face.
"FFF..." It uttered short syllables, and then its body became transparent. The Bansi Banshee has no physical body, let alone a corpse. It's a good thing, we don't have to worry about these guys getting up again.
The moon reappears and the rocks cast shadows. Dalton drew his sword, got into the shadow, and dodged the strong wind coming from behind. The corpse eater was thrown into the air, and the cry in the wind became even louder.
The second banshee is a little further away and is surrounded by corpse eaters. It is not easy to kill it with a single blow. The night elf hesitated for a moment, then rubbed the crystal on the sword's hilt with his fingers. Now is not the time to save energy. He made up his mind, erased a few sections of magic text with his fingertips, and replaced them with new symbols.
"Sunless Legion"
The woods were trembling, as if a herd of animals were running. But where true beasts are torn to pieces by the undead, Dalton summons shadowy creatures.
A sharp thorn penetrated the corpse, and half of its tail emerged from the belly. Immediately afterwards, countless shadow thorns jumped out from the enemy's reflection, hunting under the moonlight. They are strong, tall, immune to damage from swords, claws and teeth, and are equally fearless of life and death as their enemies. When the two sides met, they roared and started a wild and brutal fight with each other.
The Banshee had no shadow, but unfortunately her bodyguards were all hit without exception. The ghost kept floating backwards, screaming with resentment. But the low-level undead were not as powerful as the people of the night. They were entangled in place and could only watch as the cursed sword cut open the banshee's chest.
The two ends of the rapier connect the two sides. Seeing Dalton close at hand, the Banshee stretched out her claws in vain and penetrated the latter's body. The night elves let her struggle. Ghosts could not touch the living.
Without the singing command, the army was completely defeated when he died.
"Dalton?"
He just cleaned up the carvings on the cursed sword. "What? Did you make a new discovery?"
Sita, the orange-faced man, jumped down from the tree and walked carefully through the shadow thorns. When he accidentally encounters these shadow creatures, both sides begin to smoke: the difference is only white smoke and black mist.
"Look at these good guys." He said sarcastically, "If you take them with you and mix them with the undead, the nightingale won't be able to find you." Shadow Thorn's tail swung at his arm, and a large plume of smoke erupted in an instant. "Okay, can you use your magical powers?"
"Just an experiment." Dalton dispelled the mystery.
"experiment?"
"A way to make you less conspicuous." Unexpectedly, the contact between the two would be as effective as a campfire.
"But that doesn't work in the daytime."
The night elf frowned: "Are you so bright during the day? I don't think so."
"It makes sense. Roma is much more dazzling than me." York touched his chin, "Have you considered covering her with a black cloth?"
"If you ask me, she's a lot easier to deal with than you." They backed slowly back into the stone wall. "The banshee is dead, and there is still movement in the house." Dalton looked at the phosphorus fire behind the glass, "It's a corpse eater."
York didn't answer. He tilted his head to look at the glass, took a few steps back, and looked at the building from another angle. "What is this place?"
"I saw a millstone. What else could it be?"
"What about the other side?"
"A tavern. Currently closed." Dalton had already searched around and was too lazy to explain everything to him at this time. "There is no point in competing with these low-level undead. We must deal with the Bansi Banshee first. They are the source of the creation of the people of the night."
"You're right, but that's a normal situation. The eradication of low-level undead also has meaning." York pointed to the fountain in the distance, "Look. These 'low-level undead' don't need to be taken care of, either?"
Dalton turned his head, and a country church came into view. In an instant, fear arose in his heart, and he wished he could turn around and leave. We don't want to step into Gaia's church again in this life... He thought Uriel might think so too.
"I said undead." York reminded.
The night elf could only frown and look. The clergy of the church had already evacuated, leaving only the corpse-eaters wandering around. Before the priest left, he must have removed the magic base and took it away. Huoklin is a kingdom in the mysterious realm, and the mysterious skills here are not at the same level as Eastman.
"Wait a minute." Suddenly, he noticed a dispute in the corridor, "The undead are fighting?"
Two corpse-eaters were fighting in front of the door. One had lost half of his head and his body was loose, like bacon hanging on a skeleton rack. The other was slightly more respectable. It was fully clothed and had no missing parts, but its abdomen was bulging and its subcutaneous ribs were visible on its chest. Dalton couldn't help but think of a water bottle bag. The two sides twisted together and beat each other regardless of life or death.
"Maybe it's to fight for human flesh and blood." York spat unhappily, "I've seen this scene before. Hell, they actually disgusted me twice!" He had already picked up his weapon. A flash of light shot out of the sword's blade, and the handle and guard burned red.
Dalton hurriedly caught this guy. "One of them is a little strange." He observed carefully, "The one is more complete. Look at its movements, how should I say, uh... I think it is very coordinated."
"Like a living person?" York teased.
"It's different from a living person like you."
"I'm not a human being."
Sita's nonsense can be ignored. It is unlikely that a living person would only grow belly flesh, starve his chest to the point of being reduced to bones, or chew each other's noses with corpse eaters. What a strange thing. He couldn't help but take a closer look and found a scar on the belly of the "water bag", which was sewn up with black threads and stretched straight.
"What is that?" The distance was so close that Sita also saw it. "Patch? Did the corpse sew itself up?"
"No. He...is alive." The night elf was even more surprised than him. "I feel the vitality." He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the hilt of the sword. "Gods above. He is..."
At this time, the "water bag" has thrown the opponent to the ground. His movements were smooth and swift, not like an undead with internal organs piled up in his stomach. The stitched man stretched out his hand to turn the shaky nose and turned his head according to the sound.
"You are here." He even spoke. "Good. No need to waste time."
Looking for us? "Who are you?" Dalton blurted out, the cursed sword in his hand flashed with light.
"Water Bag" turned around suddenly with a sneer on his face. The guy looked at the night elf as if he was holding a thin stick, but he wasn't bare-handed. As for Dalton's question, this person naturally did not answer it.
Suddenly, York took half a step back and pressed down the cursed sword. "Your Excellency the Ambassador of Qing." He pointed out quickly. "We didn't recognize it was you."
"Obviously, we have never met. Not every mysterious creature can be related to the tower." The Stitch Man snorted. Because the bridge of the nose is bitten through, the breath sounds like a whistle. His tone sounded more aggressive: "Besides, this man is just an ordinary farmer, very different from me."
Yeah? What is the difference between a farmer and a superior deputy minister? If I do recognize you, things will get interesting. Dalton thought to himself, it's a pity that only real members of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs can do it.
York sniffed flexibly to show his dissatisfaction with his actions. But in front of Lord Kongjing, they were all very wise: "What are your orders, sir? We can clean up the undead creatures around you."
"Do it for me! What a diligent young man. What is your original mission?" the stitcher asked.
"Deal with the Bansi Banshee, Your Excellency."
"Looks like you handled it perfectly."
Dalton felt York's gaze, but rather than speak, he decided to pretend not to see it. "That's right, Your Excellency."
"No one is disrupting the situation? No reinforcements? Are you saying that the Banshee Banshee is like two dried fish hanging from the rafters for you to chop into pieces?"
Three to be exact, Dalton thought. Fortunately, York answered: "Yes, Your Excellency. Our approach meets the requirements."
Qingzhi used his farmer's face to frown: "Very well, completing the mission is everything, eh? Are you waiting for me to say that?" He narrowed his eyes, "Destroying the banshee seems to be too unchallenging for you to watch leisurely. Corpses fight, right?”
Dalton couldn't tell who was wasting his time. "I was able to distinguish between the living and the dead, so I accidentally discovered the problem, Your Excellency." He said, "Excuse me, is Roma still in the Arrow Tower? She hasn't rested for two days."
"Miss Penelope. She's different from you," Rubin mocked, but ultimately failed to find fault with Dalton and York. This undoubtedly upset him. "You better not make any mistakes until she wakes up."
"What's the matter, Your Excellency?"
"Continue to clean up the banshees." The Blue Envoy really had no intention of letting them go. "No one is allowed to let go of this orchard from the northern end of the orchard to the river mouth park. After that, we will also clean up the wandering people of the night until..."
"Until?" York couldn't help but asked.
The Stitch Man smiled. It was a hateful smile, malicious and gloating. His nose almost fell off. "Until you feel less relaxed. Until you meet the real enemy."
The real enemy. Dalton sensed the threat in his words. What's the meaning? You want us to find out the whereabouts of the undead leader? If this is the case, he can only leave Croita. This is mission impossible.
Of course, it's not absolute. We did a lot of crazy things with Uriel, including "Mission Impossible" for sure. After all, Dalton just didn't want to sacrifice his life for such a stranger.
"What happens if we refuse?" York asked immediately. He was much bolder than Dalton. He immediately added the answer without waiting for the Qing envoy to answer. "Of course it's less of a life-threatening job."
"You will be punished, perhaps along with people you know well. You will be brought to court as deserters and tried by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in the Tower..."
"Okay. But you are not in charge of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, right?" Sita shrugged easily, "To be honest, Your Excellency, who is more powerful, you or Bai Zhizhi?"
The suture man's face sank. "You are offending me, and you are also offending Bai Zhizhi... The Ministry of Foreign Affairs is not someone's word. Besides, do you think he will lift a finger for you brats?"
"Why not? We're not wrong."
"Right and wrong are only in front of me. As for our commander." Rubin snorted, "Whatever you expect, he won't pay the slightest attention."
"It sounds like you are the one offending him, Your Excellency."
The Qing Envoy ignored him and took a step forward using the "water bag". "You all think you have someone's backing, don't you?"
Damn it, we'll piss him off and it'll be too late to stop it. I don’t know why York changed his previous attitude... Dalton followed his gaze.
Nothing seems to have changed. There are only three living people talking in the street, the "water bag" expresses the emotions of the manipulator, and York focuses on provocation. On the treetops, two brown birds flapped their wings and flew away. In the distant yard, the wooden door opened gently and swayed silently in the wind...
disappointing. But he quickly lowered his head and studied the cursed sword, thinking about what curse he should use to delay the fight later. The Qing Envoy noticed his actions and couldn't help but frown.
"Who would think so?" York glanced at the church again. "You act according to the rules, Your Excellency. Then I'm afraid your Lord Commander will have to deal with us, because we don't belong to the tower. You're just the deputy minister, aren't you?"
The air seemed to freeze.
"Very good, it seems that you don't understand the scope of my power." The Green Envoy stared at them: "I changed my mind. Being a scout is too cheap for you. The transport team to Whale Island is short of two horses. I think you Just right."
It is said that horses and scouts are equally dangerous on Whale Island. Dalton recalled the story of the Volcanic Islands. But carrying something is not an insult, adventurers do anything. It's better to hang us up, that's what he did to the pirates at Knight's Cove. Maybe our Lord Qing Envoy doesn’t really understand the mortal world.
"When you are half dead, I will add two more alien dolls." Mr. Rubin completed his arrangement.
"I hope our sewing looks better than this guy in front of us." Sita spread her hands, "If we can't compare with the commander, what about the black knight of Gavash? Which one of you is better?"
Dean Rubin stared at him: "What did you say?" Maybe he couldn't even curse.
Dalton backed away slowly. At first, he didn't think it was a good idea, but York gave him no chance to object. Now that we have said this, there is actually no need to say more. We will speak our minds and escape from Hokolin. Hopefully our cooperation will make him suspicious, otherwise no one will be able to escape.
"We need answers. Your Excellency." Sita asked like a fearless warrior. "Which one of you is more powerful?"
The envoy of Qing was so angry that he laughed instead. "Ha! What qualifications do you have to ask me? How lucky are you to escape from that dead man's hands?"
"He's in the church," said the orange-faced man.
A life-or-death moment. In an instant, the Green Messenger did not look back. The gods failed to hear my prayers. Dalton had no choice but to drag York into the shadow as planned, and they ran away.
But thankfully no one caught up. Following the extension of the shadow, the night elves moved as far away from the Gaia Church as possible. Sita began to struggle halfway. He turned his head to look and found that he was pulling York's neck, and he couldn't help but let go quickly.
"I guess you can't tell the feel of each part of my body, can you?" The guy returned to his human form and was still joking.
"Escape is important." Dalton said, "Look at the good idea you came up with! We should promise him and then sneak away quietly." It is much better than playing tricks in front of the sky.
"Don't let Roma know?"
"Of course not." He was very annoyed, "I just didn't mention it... Anyway, I will inform her before I leave."
"What about Uriel?" York asked, "When he comes back, he will find that we are deserters under the Blue Envoy? Although he can certainly understand... But Croita is the mysterious fulcrum after all, a whole. I think Rubin Your Excellency will put the account on Uriel’s head.”
"In the final analysis, it's Bai Zhizhi's fault. With the commander here, he won't do anything." It's better to worry about yourself when you have time. Dalton had never considered staying in Croita for a long time. Uriel regarded this place as his home and hoped that they could stay, but in the night elves' hearts, they had always been just invited guests. "Why did you want to offend the Qing Envoy?"
"I don't want to die. The Black Knight is no enemy we can fight."
The night elves agreed with York. Before the trip to Antoros, Dalton might still have looked forward to the shadow cast by York, but now he knows the result clearly. With the addition of a dragon, we are no match for the Black Knight. The horror of this demon lord is enough to make people despair.
Fortunately, his target is the mysterious pivot, Dalton thought, we are just insignificant people. Order is guarded by a big shot, and he has no intention of risking his life for the Blue Envoy or the Tower.
There's only one way we can go, the night elf thought, but isn't the same for everyone else? After all, Roma is Croita's apprentice, and it is unrealistic to take her away.
"You put it this way, it's difficult for us to even notify Roma. What if she misunderstands that I am a deserter?"
"It's us." York rolled his eyes, "You think too much. Roma is not stupid. Come on, let's leave Hocklin quickly, otherwise we will be in big trouble when the Black Knight catches up."
"It's the Qing Envoy." He corrected absentmindedly, "There are those kind of flesh and blood dolls everywhere..."
But York looked at him strangely. "Seriously, Dalton. I met the Black Knight."
Suddenly, all thoughts disappeared. Dalton suspected that he heard wrongly: "Are you serious?"
"Can there be a lie? I can..." Sita seemed to sense that his suspicion was deepening, so she changed her reason: "The Qing Envoy. He didn't come to chase us."
Dalton grabbed him hard.
"That's enough, stop staring at my neck...Dalton? Where are you going? There's a battlefield over there."
"Go through." The night elf said, and he put all the remaining magic power into "Shadow Strike", hoping that both warring parties would ignore their whereabouts. It would be a huge risk, but he had to do it. "We have to take Roma away."
"I support you, but none of us have Uriel's eloquence. I'm afraid she won't be happy...and you don't have to take this road!"
"Detour the entire DC area? It's too late."
"There will be no results if you leave early." York muttered. He took the throat position away from Dalton and replaced it with his shoulder. "She's stubborn."
"You don't want to go?"
"Who said that? I was just explaining the difficulties we are going to face... Do you think I am a coward?"
"Maybe you should prove yourself." Dalton pointedly said, "I think your eloquence is pretty good."
York frowned: "Are you trying to trick me, Zhuoer?"
"Far less than the number of times you tricked me, Sita. All the little girls in the tower like you, and maybe Roma is no exception. If you convince her, it will help us improve our efficiency."
"Damn it, what kind of little girl is Roma? She throws the dice like my ancestors."
"You have an ancestor? Isn't it you?"
York was speechless.
