"Here we go," York said.
Dalton was afraid from the bottom of his heart that his next words would be "It's over." In this way, we are finished. Without opponents of the same level, the undead lord will be free to take care of the mysterious creatures that have lost their level. What reason did he have to let us live? Dalton couldn't figure it out. He really wished he could come up with an excuse for the other person.
"Lord Rubin is retreating." York reported faithfully like a wooden video recorder. "A lot of undead are surrounding...well, to be precise, they are puppets. He is controlling these people with wires and using them as obstacles. It’s so disgusting, why is there still half a doll?”
"Half?"
"He must be dead, but his lower body was sewn onto a cow. Do you know what a cow-orc looks like?"
"I dare say these are two things." Dalton couldn't help but raise his voice. "Stop looking at the puppets! What are our two protagonists doing?"
"There is only one. The Blue Messenger's puppet is running away, and the undead knight is busy chasing it."
"Didn't you say the puppet was blocking it? Forget it, let me take a look." The night elf pulled the guy off and poked his head to take a look. The shadow of the rock wall spreads to the other end of the stone bridge, and the dry stream sinks into the darkness, blocking the view of the battlefield.
He ducked to the other side of the creek to avoid the aftermath of the battle. But the battle in the sky was beyond Dalton's imagination. It took him a long time to find the target at the end of his field of vision. "Are they plowing?"
"You have also seen that there are pits everywhere." Sita immediately followed up his complaint, "These bastards never take care of public property, and it is even more difficult to find people."
"It's not all them, the undead are also involved."
"You mean flattening the ground, then flipping it up and throwing it on the roof? No, the undead never thought of doing that."
"The Black Knight is also an undead." Dalton didn't want to argue with him, but you should understand that Sita, as long as he opens his mouth, he will never let you be silent. "They went west."
York is no longer joking. "The defense is over there," he said.
"The Green Envoy himself is probably here," Dalton said truthfully, "I'm afraid they will arrive before us."
"Do you have the means to notify the tower?"
"Why do you need me to notify you? Qingzhi made it clear to himself. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs will undoubtedly withdraw and pull back the defense line."
"Your Excellency Rubin should lure him away instead of leading the enemy back to the headquarters. Could it be that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has set a trap?"
"Only fools fall into this trap. I guess he just wants to replace the puppet with himself. The cutter is not the puppet master. His Excellency the Blue Envoy's magic does not rely on the material of the puppet. A mortal body will only delay his performance."
"Then why didn't he use his true form from the beginning?" York didn't understand.
"Of course it's for safety." Dalton explained angrily to his fellow fool, "Do you think the Gray Envoy was the first Skylander to die on the battlefield? He was just one of them. In any case, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs is astrology The Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the division. Before the White Envoy became the commander, the garrison and envoys suffered heavy losses every year. The apprentices would rather go to the Silent School and the Holy Council of Radiance. After all, people enter the Seven Fulcrums to seek a future, not to survive."
"That's not the case with the White Envoy. Uriel said he was a patrol envoy." York retorted.
"Dean Rubin is a Blue Envoy, not a White Envoy."
Sita made a face. "You're right. I don't think he can compete for the leadership." They stayed behind the envoy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the undead knight, listening to the thunderous roar in the distance. Dalton thought another roof was in bad luck. "In your opinion, what conspiracy will Mr. Rubin use to gain the position of minister?"
Dalton turned around and glanced at him. "I don't care about that. Neither you nor I are members of the Tower and we will have to leave Brumnot sooner or later, maybe today. Does it matter who the Foreign Minister is?"
"Let us go to the Port of Light." York said matter-of-factly. "If Dean Rubin is on duty, we probably have to walk back to Eastman." He completely forgot about the prison sentence for deserting and thought he was just sightseeing. guest.
The night elves led him around a deep pit that slowly filled with water. When the residents of the DC area come back, maybe they can use this big hole to build a well. Along the way, York encountered a dying banshee. Unfortunately, this creature was penetrated by an elemental spear, and fortunately, she was ignored by both warring parties. After Sita arrived, she was killed with fire.
This scene surprised him at the time. "Can fire kill ghosts?"
"A special flame will do." York said, "This is a method I learned in the Flickering Pool. It was invented by a Queen's valet. He called it 'Eternal Fire' and recorded the method of creating the flame in a book, so that All of the same race learn.”
"What an invention." Dalton praised, "Is this person's name 'Eternal Fire'?"
"Don't you know? I thought you knew everything about the mysterious realm."
"To be honest, your Theta of the Flickering Pond can live for hundreds of years and restart at will. I can't tell whether you are dead or alive."
York rolled his eyes. "Sita is not a nameless one. I can't feel the situation of my fellow racers. I haven't been back home in these years. But he is not the 'Eternal Fire', I can be sure of this. We prefer to distinguish each other by color. It’s no different when it comes to names.”
"Very good, Candleman, we will surpass them in a moment." The night elf said to him, "I found Mr. Rubin."
There was an ominous smell in the wind, like burning wheat straw. A large group of crowded people overflowed the slope and rushed towards the city wall. Suddenly, a bright light flashed in the sky, blood bloomed in the crowd, and residual limbs rained down behind them.
A cruel battlefield comparable to that of the underground race, Dalton has not seen it for a long time since he left his hometown. The Temple of Ashes separates the war between the Sky Realm and the mortals, but the mainlanders don't seem to do this, so the terrible mystery can cover the enemy army in an instant, clear the camp, and sweep away all traces of life, leaving only empty silence. .
The underground races fighting each other will eventually cover every inch of the moonlit land with flesh and blood, truly showing the battlefield scenery.
This is the scene before him now.
The Blue Messenger's true form did not wait behind the lines, but rushed to the puppet's location. When he entered the battle situation, the two sides changed from pursuit and escape to straightforward combat mode, launching a violent collision of mysterious phenomena.
Dalton heard the sound of the horn and could see the outline of the vanguard of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but they were far away from the battlefield and were just spectators. Only the undead and the dolls died in the aftermath, so he couldn't hear the screams. The roar was filled with the sounds of weapons chopping, colliding, and rubbing, as well as the sounds of heavy and chaotic footsteps.
He soon couldn't tell the difference between the doll and the undead. Vitality can no longer be used as a criterion. People are mixed together, intertwined, rotated, and integrated with each other. The living fell down and got up again, and the wounded rushed to the dead without fear of death. These soldiers were like creations of flesh and blood without souls, forming a circle. A churning vortex, methodically moving towards its end in a mechanical rhythm. This is a dance of death.
York couldn't see outside. "Let's go." He urged the night elves, "They happen to be fighting overhead. We can just go through."
Go through the vortex. Through the ball? Dalton asked himself what he couldn't do: "It's too crowded down there." He climbed into another shadow. "Do you mercenaries often go to the battlefield?"
"Don't think I'm stupid, drow! What kind of war is a fight between dozens and hundreds of people? I have been to Anti-Angle City Antuoros with you."
"Then don't talk nonsense. Let's change the route and simply go around the port. The Blue Envoy and the Undead Knight won't be able to reach the headquarters for a while. If the defense line is not blind, people should be busy retreating."
"Do you mean to evacuate to the port?"
Dalton frowned and looked at Sita. He felt that this expression had not changed for a long time: "No one knows the Ministry of Foreign Affairs' plan. They all follow the instructions of the Qing Envoy. I just judge based on normal logic."
"The port is too far," York said. "Besides, which port are you going to?"
Dalton had no answer. Although Sky Island Hokolin is the most peripheral vassal state of the Tower, it is not as marginal as Eastman. There are still air ports here, the number of which is not much less than that of Bloomnot, the city of floating clouds, and there are also tunnels installed in the central area of the city. For the shuttle stations to Whale Island, San Carlos and the headquarters, these staircase entrances are also considered ports. Which route the Foreign Office takes is a complete mystery.
"Looking for someone now is a stupid idea." Sita said bluntly, "It's better to wait for her to come to us. Chloe has many astrologers, right?"
"Then what are we doing? Waiting here?"
York had crawled to his side. Sita looked up at the sky, his orange face lit up by night lightning.
"I'm afraid not," Sita admitted. "It's not safe to stay here either."
Dalton's magic power cannot be used infinitely, and the mysterious effects are naturally limited. When the temporary safety passed, they had to merge into the vortex below. He would rather spend his time doing something else.
"What do you want to do?"
"Find a location." The night elf planned to determine his coordinates, but the sky was too bright and his feet were too dark, and his eyes couldn't adapt. "The battle in the Sky Realm has stirred up the air, the clouds are gathering, and soon even the shadows around will disappear."
York immediately stood up. This is undoubtedly a real threat. "What should I do? Can I light it for you?"
So that the puppets and undead can turn around? "Not here," said Dalton. "To the high ground."
Bless the gods, the terrain of Sky Island Hokolin is not flat. Although the city is not as steep as Brumnot, there are still sporadic mountain peaks. As he climbed the mountain, he prayed in his heart, driving the hammer and nail firmly into the rock, feeling the stiffness and numbness of his fingers. Fortunately, the shadow hugged him upward and escaped the crazy gravity below. Finally, they climbed to the top of the hill closest to the city wall, with strong winds blowing from all directions and sand and gravel hitting their feet.
This place is far away from the whirlpool, but too close to the battlefield above. Dalton lowered his body and moved his fingers uneasily.
Sita let the wind pass through her body and stood firmer. "Now?" he asked loudly.
"Do you know what we're going to do?" Dalton asked.
"Fly over there."
"This has a prerequisite..."
"The moon." York pointed to the top of his head, "Look."
Dalton turned his head.
A piece of silver moonlight penetrated the gap in the clouds, dipping the outline of the violent wind in the sky. Endless tiny particles surged like ocean waves, rushing from high altitude to the ground, erupting into an astonishing scream and roar.
The ground is a river. A river of blood and darkness, numbness and death. If the wars of the underground races are for survival, the wars of the Binyaio countries are for competition, and the wars of the Holy See and the knights are for gods and glory, then the fighting here is meaningless. Dalton hopes he feels tragic, for the tragic casualties and the loss of life, but no matter how you look at it, these undead and dolls all look the same - walking on two legs, tearing with two hands, and empty eyes. Look at each other.
In fact, he was so far away that he could only see a swarm of squirming, jostling, dark specks covering the towering buildings. The Nameless One or the Mysterious One of Order, he found that they all looked the same.
…
"It seems that you were not persuaded by me." Helen sighed, "but that you should have come here."
"No. We were planning to lure him in," the gatekeeper replied.
Helen never knew what they were planning. When she took Roma to escape the dispute and came to the empty island, she thought she only needed to do the work of a scout. Of course it is dangerous for ordinary adventurers to serve as scouts, but the Witch of Destiny coming here in person is just overkill.
Until she, like an ignorant girl, became the bait used by the tower to lure assassins. Although the assassin was targeting her ancestral bloodline and the prophet set the trap to protect her safety, Helen didn't think it was a good idea to hide the person involved. Otto, I will make poor judgments due to my ignorance at certain times.
Now the prophet is targeting his opponent again.
"What's behind the stairs?" Helen asked.
"The land of chaos, the border of order."
"But you call it the 'Stairway to Heaven.'"
"This is a name left by the ancients. The history of Abroz's existence began when the tower was built. Before we could find out the truth, we had many beautiful illusions about it." Jerem told her, "In the ancestors, Before the arrival of that era, people obeyed the arrangements of the gods and naturally yearned for their kingdom."
"Do the gods really care about mortals?"
"I don't know about this." Jerem said, "But their era was indeed much more peaceful than today. After all, the gap between mortals and gods has nothing to do with mysterious creatures. The prophet believed that the mysterious power at that time was not managed by us. Even the succession of crowns has to be consulted by the gods.”
There is no mysterious realm, only the divine realm, Helen thought, what an orderly world. She tried to imagine a powerful existence, wise and benevolent, possessing positive images of fairness, courage, glory, etc., and able to make people obey unconditionally... But isn't this the case in the mysterious realm? There is no doubt that a prophet can do something similar. Without the Demon Society, Croita would be the pure land of Knox.
From this point of view, the only advantage of the Age of Gods is that there are no demons. It was the evil dragon Wintherspoon, who destroyed the supposedly peaceful world.
and Hell Outpost Gavash. "Can you defeat the undead knight in Abroz?" Helen asked, "Besides, did you expect that he would show up?"
"People now wait and see the future, and their fate changes rapidly." Jerem was obviously repeating the words of the prophet, "Since the assassin was not fooled, we will also change the plan according to the situation. The Demon Princess is a madman, and her king is not. When she When it was revealed that the King of the Dead Sea in Gavash would come to Hokolin in person, I immediately changed my target and asked the prophet to send new bait."
The witch raised an eyebrow: "Dean Rubin?"
"Mr. Deputy Minister." Jerem did not call him by his first name. After all, he is a member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and the Green Envoy is one of his superiors. "He believed he could facilitate the trap on behalf of the Commander."
"He really said that? If the commander comes, why do we need any traps."
"The problem is that we don't have two White Envoys."
At this time, "Lion" Ronald would probably smile and appreciate the small humor, but Helen couldn't laugh. Not everyone is so heartless. She knew she didn't like the Blue Envoy, but he was still part of the tower's power. Losing Dean Rubin meant that people would regard Crooitte on the same level as the Holy Council of Radiance and the Silent School - both It is a weak fulcrum that led to the loss of troops and generals in Gavash.
"The Silent School hasn't reached an agreement yet?" She didn't understand the wizards' thoughts. "We should send the White Envoy to deal with the undead."
"I'm afraid it's still far away. In the eyes of Lord 'Second Truth', we have already secretly formed an alliance with the Oath Keepers and dragged us into the Holy Council of Radiance. The wizards of the school have been excluded, making them intolerable."
"Tell the wizards that the church's behavior in Eastman is also intolerable to us."
"This is just a trivial matter, Helen." Jerem sighed, "If I must say it, the leader's apprentice also caused big trouble in Anti-Angle City. I heard that he tried to make the Gaia Church independent from the school. .”
not only that. "They asked for it. The conflict between the church and wizards caused some people to become paranoid and eventually crazy."
"It's good to be vigilant."
"Now that things have come to this, trust is so difficult? We have decided to deal with the association together."
"I said, Helen, not everyone is an astrologer or a witch. There are a lot of fools who don't understand what kind of enemy we are facing. Maybe this is a siege by the weak and the strong, but the devil is a devil after all. ...Wait." At this time, a string of golden stars appeared on the edge of the sea of clouds.
Helen noticed these unnatural radiances. "You set the signal."
"Current work." Jerem picked up the shovel. This is not actually his weapon, it was just used as a weapon. "Rubin didn't succeed. The Black Knight didn't seem to intend to go deeper. This is good, but he got entangled."
"what to do?"
"I'm going to help him. The Black Knight is a dangerous enemy, and even the tower doesn't know his true power. He can't do it alone."
"I'm with you." She wasn't actually ready, but she couldn't back down at this time.
Jerome refused. "You go find Larsen's little apprentice. I know that you regard her as his daughter, but let me tell you, I hope your real daughter will be quieter than Roma."
Helen pursed her lips and looked annoyed: "Go back quickly."
They descended slowly, and the clouds flowed radially over Huoklin, rolling to all sides. The waves accumulated at the center gradually rotated, compressed, and expanded and spread from time to time. Mysterious particles float and hover in the turbulence, forming invisible vortices of various sizes.
Helen didn't dare to make a conclusion as to whether Dean Rubin, the Blue Envoy, could defeat the opponent, but just looking at the changed appearance of the world, she felt uneasy in her heart. When we were in Tielong Port, the battle scene was as confusing as it is today. Helen knew the gap between the ring level and the sky realm, and the movement at this moment was also to lure the enemy... However, fighting to protect order is one thing, and using power wantonly is another. The former is an astrologer, and the latter will It's the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
At least he didn't start a fight at the defensive line, the witch thought, otherwise I wouldn't be able to find Roma in time. She quickly got into the headquarters and met the detective Agatha and secretary Sabina from the Floating Cloud City. They stopped in front of the door, and the little lion Roma bumped into her like a real beast, and she was instantly knocked over.
"Stop it," she yelled, "now is not the time for games."
"Helen!" As soon as she appeared, Roma was unabated and ran straight into her arms. "where have you been?"
"We'll talk about it then. Let's leave first."
"No, I'm going to find Dalton and York. The Blue Envoy has sent them to the East City."
Helen frowned and looked at the detective: "What's going on?"
"Please allow me to explain later." Agatha replied, "We should open the shuttle station now, but Miss Roma insists on staying. Do you have a way to convince her, Your Excellency?"
Helen needed no convincing. "Take her away." She balled up the little lion and stuffed it into Sabina's arms. The clothes and a pair of bows and arrows fell to the ground with a clatter. The girl was holding a big fur ball blankly, as if she couldn't figure out where her friend's head and butt were.
The detective lady was also frightened by the witch's magic, but she reacted quickly and immediately dragged them downstairs. "I will tell her that you went to see her friends, Your Excellency."
Helen nodded: "Go directly to the headquarters, don't stop at the port." She hesitated for a moment, "Remember to watch Roma and don't let her go to the commander."
Sabina shuddered. "But if he asks..."
At this time, the window suddenly darkened, and the sky and dark clouds lost their outline. Only the Broken Moon rises from the sea of clouds, shedding thousands of snow-white rays of light.
In the light, a giant dragon jumped out of the horizon, its wings that covered the sky were like the shadows of the world, and black smoke billowed straight towards the moon. It roars up to the sky, bringing endless aura of doom.
The battlefield suddenly became quiet, and people lost their voices together, trembling in front of the nightmare. The bright night finally revealed the figures dueling in the air. They were only a few dozen yards away from the shadows and seemed about to be swallowed up. The Qing Zhizhi opened his eyes wide, his fingers were bruised by the silk thread, and the "Gatekeeper" turned around suddenly and almost fell from the air.
Even the Black Knight stretched out his hand, trying to block the light. The battle came to an abrupt end.
The witch's heartbeat stopped for a moment. In an instant, many legends flowed through her mind. She thought of the undead, Garvash and the Demon Society. The prophet insisted on launching a war, the "Starless Night" and the "Twilight Veil"... Gods bless, the War of Dawn that year... the Grand Alliance of St. Mirend...
She finally remembered the evil dragon Winserspoon.
In shock, Helen forgot to renew her magic power, and the witchcraft was lifted. The little lion Roma returned to his original form, lying on Sabina's shoulders and screaming excitedly: "It's them. It's the shadow dragon!"
The dragon flew across the battlefield with its shadow and crashed into the city wall. Helen closed her eyes subconsciously, but there was no earthquake or sound, so she realized something was wrong. In the extreme silence, the flying dragon passed through the masonry and magic fortress like a phantom, leaving only a huge ink stain on the stone wall.
The little lion jumped down the steps and ran out.
…
The air grew thinner and Dalton felt his lungs shaking. to be honest? The same goes for his limbs, hands and feet. The dragon's back was so smooth that it relied entirely on another elemental being to hold it in balance. It seemed that if he made the slightest move, he would fall down and be doomed. This was a scene that would not appear in the wildest dreams. The night elves did not dare to lower their heads to look, so they had to look up. As a result, their eyes were filled with billowing smoke of conflicting elements.
Worst of all, he felt York squirming. "What are you doing?"
"Everyone is looking up." Sita's voice was a little strange.
It's rare that this guy can't stand other people's eyes. Dalton just hopes that he won't move. "You can also look up."
"But there's too much smoke, can't they see clearly?"
"What do you want to do!"
"Let them see clearly..."
For a moment, Dalton thought of the "eternal fire" this guy mentioned, and the group of light elemental beings who would restart their lives when they were bored. This was the biggest shock he had ever received in his life. "Hell, don't move! You damn Sita! If you want to dance, dance yourself."
The orange-faced man laughed. "You want to jump? I don't think so." As soon as he finished speaking, his face became brighter and brighter, blazing flames burned in his eyes, and what was released was not heat, but light. As the Shadow Dragon flapped its wings and soared, he turned himself into an orange shooting star.
The bright light illuminated the top of the head. Dalton's face was livid, worried that if the Sky Realm Masters touched this "meteor" casually, they would fall from the sky. Especially the Black Knight, he stared at the opponent closely and saw the dark blue flames jumping under the helmet and flashing across the sky.
When they successfully landed behind the city wall, the little lion Roma had climbed up the arrow tower. She yelled at the two, "You! Oh. Is that it?"
"Obviously," York said cheerfully. "Isn't that cool?"
The little lion paused. She had undoubtedly learned how to dispel this guy's arrogance. "How did you come back? You are still on the opposite side."
"As you can see, fly back."
She wanted to say something else, but the witch Helen suddenly appeared and ordered the astrologer Miss Sabina to drag her down from the tower. "That dragon..."
"It's just a shadow," Dalton explained. He found that the witch whom he had not seen for a long time was very nervous and had veins on his wrists. "We met His Excellency the Envoy of Qing on the road."
"There is also the undead lord." York added, "We have no choice but to escape back first. Are you back too, Sir Helen?"
"Next time, try another approach." The witch took a deep breath and waved her hand. "We'll catch up later, but now we have to get out of here as soon as possible. I hope the Black Knight will be scared off by your tricks."
"He has seen this dragon." York reminded, "We used the same magic in Antroros." There was a real dragon at that time, which was much clearer than Dalton can now describe from memory.
Roma grabbed her sleeve: "You can't go, Helen. I know you are an astrologer..."
"The Harp Witch." Her Excellency Helen corrected. Dalton noticed that she didn't seem to be planning on flying to the battlefield. "No need for me. Another member of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs has already gone to support Rubin. You should have seen him."
The distance is far and difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Fortunately, they have their own way of observing. York raised his eyebrows: "I only saw two people."
"Don't look at it with heat, dead people have no heat." The little lion teased.
"The problem is that dead people also have shadows." Dalton rubbed his eyes, "But now there are only two shadows in the sky. One belongs to the Messenger of Qing, and the other just appeared, I am afraid it is also Lord Kongjing of the tower. In this way, Where is the Black Knight?”
