Lammons didn't like the ghost's tone. "He is not your descendant, Ghost." He told Winona, "This kid is a nameless person."
"Who? The Nameless One?"
"Chu Yuan." The apprentice was talkative again.
"I have a clan brother, and his daughter was born with the First Origin." Winona disagreed, "So what's so special about this?"
Her attitude says a lot. "You are an ancestor." Lammons discovered. Could it be that Sovero's potion existed in the ancient times? He couldn't help but be filled with doubts.
"Indeed, I was alive, but after death, I can be regarded as a ghost in this world."
"Ghost." Lammons snorted.
Winona stared at him through the bonfire, "I'm afraid this guy is not a good companion. How can you go with this stupid knight?"
Uriel raised his hand. "It's a last resort."
"An astrologer should know the answer to all questions. Ask yourself." The Holy Knight Captain was not worried about him leaking information and waiting for an opportunity to escape. Winona didn't lie. The phosphorus fire dancing around her affected the order. If he invited friends and companions, they would just fall into the trap. "You are not a demon, but you are associated with the Society. Memory fails to awaken your wisdom and loyalty, tower messenger, and your resurrection is meaningless. Tell me, where does the potion come from?"
Winona wasn't angry. In fact, she ignored his sarcasm and warmed herself to the fire with a smile. The undead tribe's horn lay at her feet, its tip polished to a shine but seemingly never used. The messenger, mentioned in legend and remembered in the tower, folded his hands behind his back, straightened his elbows in pleasure, and his eyes carelessly drifted to the sky.
"Whatever you say. I've been dead for a long time, and I'm very open-minded about everything. Only living people are entangled in loyalty, alignment, belief and other such things, and the end is not death. A few people go to even greater lengths to do this. They They tend to die faster.”
After saying that, the ghost raised his eyebrows: "Do you need help, junior?"
"Honestly, ma'am?"
"to be honest."
"I don't think you can be of much help." The apprentice became honest at this time. "Before he takes action, you should answer the question. Since there is no loyalty, why keep secrets for others? Whether you are Winona or not, please cherish this sober time after death."
"Who is this dangerous person who may grant me a second death at any time?" she asked with interest.
"Of course they are the descendants of Mancaster, the athletes who make it their mission to hunt demons."
"A colleague of Darcy's, eh? He asked me for the potion to start the fire."
"Well, under his sword, you may be Darcy's colleague." Uriel replied, "They paladins never burn the air, which is a waste of fire."
Don't think I can't pick up the hint, thought Lammons. If there is one, then there are two. It is not fair to kill Winona but not Mancaster. However, the two are completely different. Winona spreads magic potions to confuse mortals, and she is a treacherous person who abandons order and is a degenerate. She does not deserve to be forgiven.
"I understand." The damn ghost thought thoughtfully, "But the potion was drawn from the well. I just poured the water into the bottle."
Lammons was surprised: "Well water?"
"Brooks' rain," Winona corrected. "Although there is not much vegetation here, it does rain in Gavash."
"Darcy turned into a devil! Well water, rain, hell, how could it do that?"
"It is more difficult to deceive the living, but it is another matter to deceive the dead. Obviously, I deceived him, he deceived Mancaster, and also deceived you. In Gavash, the first source is only half of the people of the night. , it is necessary to tell this lie." She shook her head, "Poor Darcy, racking his brains to become the first source, but unexpectedly, he went out and bumped into the paladin captain who was doing his best to eliminate evil."
Lammons felt fooled. "you know me?"
"No. But don't forget, this is Gavash, and there will always be people who know you here."
He didn't expect this. Gavash in the Sunken Plane is not Knox. Eliminating enemies will keep the news secret. On the contrary, every enemy that Lammons has eliminated may reappear in Gavash. These people will naturally recognize him. "The sinners I have judged have no chance of becoming undead."
"You mean there is no body." Uriel pointed out.
"Really? Are you so sure?" Winona asked quietly. Behind the bonfire, her eyes, burned by the pale flames, fell meaningfully on Lammons. He felt his chest getting hot.
It's just an illusion. Winona had a lot of background when she was alive, but now she is just an ordinary fire that will be blown away by the wind. "Magic judgments are infallible," he told them. I have a clear conscience.
Come and try it quickly. 】
"For ghosts, it's actually very hot here." Winona suddenly said, "The cold fire in the eyes of living people is the pursuit of the soul in the cold night. Nightfire City did not have so many people of the night. Fifteen years ago , in order to settle new residents, an undead knight created this forest. Maybe he just wanted to decorate his tomb. In any case, these wandering souls settled down, and they praised the undead knight and the city because he gave people The home that I never got until I died."
Lammons doesn't care about his home, let alone the climate of the land of the dead: "Knight Amarys of the Dead Moon, it turns out that this ghost town is his territory."
"Brooke Amarys, Knight of the Dead Moon." Winona corrected, "Nightfire City is his masterpiece."
"I heard that he betrayed the former King of the Dead Sea and established a new master. Is this the lesson he learned in the last war predicted by Bai Zhi?" Lammons looked around defensively, but he couldn't help but think of the compass in his mind. Battle on the Highlands.
He teamed up with Archbishop Jesela, but also failed to gain an advantage against the Black Knight. Apart from the Saint in all Knox, I don’t know how many other realms in Lammons can do this. No wonder the undead knight Brooke also pledged his loyalty to the new king.
"Many rumors are just lies, but a few record the truth. The difference lies in whether anyone can confirm it. No one can judge whether Amarys is betrayed or not." Winona changed the subject, "And the evidence of your crime is here. Ah, Paladin."
"That's nonsense!" Lammons shouted. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, wary of possible attacks.
It will definitely appear. The paladin captain thought. The Knight of the Dead Moon, Brooke Amarys, was the undead leader who invaded Knox two hundred years ago. In the end, he was seriously injured and escaped back to Garvash, but failed to realize his evil plot. Now that Laimons has broken into his lair alone, the other party will not let go of this opportunity.
The paladin captain couldn't help but regret setting foot in Nightfire City. For the devil's one-sided story, I went to the city eagerly to seek confirmation. Although searching for the devil's stronghold was a necessary process, he should have investigated the situation and gone straight to the target instead of wasting so much time on Mancaster and the witch. Nightfire Forest was built by Amarys himself, he would probably notice...
"Who said it was nonsense?" Winona approached, "Can't you hear it? Can't you see it?" She suddenly raised her voice.
Lammons suddenly noticed that Uriel's expression turned frightened. He took a step back and stretched the chain straight.
"Voice!" the apprentice shouted to him.
But Lammons only heard Winona's voice. The woman was no more than five yards away from him, with one foot in the fire. A cold wind blew around her, and her shadow suddenly became huge and ferocious. "Heat! Flame! They are accusing you of crimes! Your betrayal! Lord Paladin of Lucia, have you forgotten the Ice Territory—forgot Winnie Watts?"
... Memories flooded my mind, and with them came feelings of guilt. No matter how Rammons hypnotized himself, it was a requirement of faith and a necessary sacrifice for justice, but... thousands of people died in our hands. They have homes and rooms, flesh and blood, emotions, voices and warmth, but they are defenseless.
Winnie Watts. The word stuck in his throat, pricking his conscience sharply.
To make matters worse, he finally heard a strange sound. It was very weak at first, just the sound of the leaves rubbing together; then it grew more and more, turning into whispers, discussions, and even denunciations and turbulent and harsh shouts. Countless phosphorus fires fell off the branches, kept gathering, kept circling, and came with soaring resentment, like roaring waves in a storm, drowning him, crushing him, and destroying him.
Lammons felt like the world was spinning.
"You use magic, right?" Uriel's question reached his ears in the hazy state. "...Ice Territory."
No. He wanted to argue. I strictly observe discipline and I only do justice. Divine magic is used to maintain order and is a tool of discipline.
"...Fire! We want fire!"
The shouts one after another finally annoyed a knight accompanying the team. "I'll give it to you." The torch was thrown over the head, and the crowd ran away in the sea of fire. "For you guys!"
I don’t know who is shouting, but the voice sounds so familiar. Lammons seemed to be back on horseback, with the clanking armor of his colleagues beside him, and cold white mist coming out of his mouth. When he came to the Ice Territory, he had never seen such a cold frost moon, but he firmly believed that this extremely cold place was a nest bed for demons. Otherwise the sun will not abandon this place...Wineworth...the City of Black Moon...
"Don't do that!" Yali screamed, "They're just mortals." She rushed to the other person, slapped him hard, and then turned around hastily. "Priests! Put out the fire immediately." The moist rain and dew fell from the sky, extinguishing the burning night fire and healing the charred and bleeding flesh, but people still ran away, staying as far away from Lucia's thorn sun flag as possible.
The holy water potion fell on his face and soaked into the thick fur. Lammons felt them gradually freeze into shiny shards. Paladin Captain Daniel Edgar tightened his grip on the reins and let the horse run parallel to his mount, his expression full of displeasure.
"...Berti! Berti!"
Lammons subconsciously raised his head. moon. The name of the Broken Moon, the gods are gone...
"Are you listening, Taran? Gather the locals. The situation is urgent. They will only spread chaos and make the devil happy. We must deal with it quickly!"
this is not me. Lammons thought vaguely. My name is neither Taran nor Mancaster. But there must be someone named Tallan, who has been to Winnie Watts to do what we think is justice... Lucia above... This is not true.
Wow. The sound of chains. Lammons took a deep breath. Wow.
"You can't do it. This is the result of faith." Someone was talking.
"I've seen the priests of the temple!" Ghost Winona shouted angrily, "The judicial authorities are all useless, even their urns are more qualified than me. Damn faith! What's going on with this paladin? "
"People are different." Uriel whispered, "Those fires, Winona, you..."
"That's it. Veniwasse, most of the Night Folk who arrived at Brooks fifteen years ago. I spent time with them day and night, and listened to their complaints."
There was silence. The hallucinations in Lammons's mind came screaming again, and he closed his eyes.
"It's loose." The apprentice was very nervous.
"No matter how firm your faith is, there are moments of relaxation." Winona was much calmer, "Let's go. You are free."
…
Uriel looked at her: "And you want to stay?" I have experience with this.
"Someone has to show Amarys the way."
"Leave him alone."
Winona let go of her hand, and the divine craft made little golden crumbs and disappeared in the blink of an eye. "Good advice." She made no more moves. "Where can I go? You have a living place to go, and I am already dead. Even if I die again, what will happen? It can't be worse."
We soon stopped seeing each other. Uriel realized. "I have something to ask you, madam." He couldn't help but say, "Did you save Luger in Mortus?"
"who?"
"Lugg, the locksmith. Good luck guy. Do you remember him? There were immortal cultists who tried to kill him."
"There is such a person." When mentioning the "Immortal Cultist", Winona obviously had a memory. She frowned: "Is this matter not over yet? Du Yinlin should have completely resolved it."
Uriel dared not tell Winona that in her dream, the tower messenger was killed in a foreign land by her childhood friend and Qiao Yin. "You mean God descends?"
"God descends? No. I mean blood eucalyptus."
Unexpected answer. Uriel blinked: "Murder, eh? Did it happen in a mansion...?"
"That's right. A horrific case of blood." Winona confirmed, "But I mistakenly thought the victims were the Luger family. I warned him to be careful of the killer, but I didn't expect that it was another family, his enemy, who died. No. As expected...it was still a tragic death. No one in the mansion was spared!" The memory made her frown in displeasure. "Forget it, it's just another crime committed by a cultist. The deceased himself is not innocent. There is a stone platform for worshiping evil gods hidden in his attic, and sacrifices are prepared. I think his ancestors may have werewolf blood. "
Uriel found clues to the altar in the Ghost Mansion, but werewolves? He doesn't understand.
"But you brought Malkin Hesser back to the tower for his belief in eternal life."
"This is not the same thing." Winona said, "The mortal missed his dead eldest son and had mental problems, so I took him back to the headquarters... The murder in the mansion was a mistake. I went to Mortus The main task is to correct it and discover the altar was just an accident."
"mistake?"
"This should not have happened. Astrologers could predict the future and knew in advance that tragedy would happen in Mortus, so they sent envoys to prevent it." Winona told him, "Of course, this sounds really bizarre. , an incident in a border town actually attracted the attention of the Sky Tower! The key lies in the altar. I think maybe the prophet asked me to investigate the information related to the descent of the gods to avoid causing a catastrophe. "
Uriel asked: "Then you know..."
But then an odd silence fell. All sounds disappeared, and the second half of the apprentice's words was stuck in his throat. Winona froze on the spot, and the phosphorus fire surrounding Lammons roared past them, disappeared back into the woods.
The apprentice had an indescribable premonition in his heart. When he slowly turned his head, he saw a familiar black figure. Lord of the Undead. Although there was no sound, his heartbeat said so.
Silently, a dark knight appeared beside the bonfire. His armor reflected the pale light, and he held a three-pronged sword in his iron gloves. The mere sight of him from the corner of his eye struck fear into people's hearts.
"So you're cheating here, Nightingale." The Black Knight said.
For a moment, Uriel didn't know who he was referring to, until Winona answered: "You found me." Her expression became peaceful. "Amarys informed you, didn't he? I know that no one in this world can be trusted for long."
"You have good experience, but it's not him this time."
Winona glanced quickly at the apprentice, and finally her eyes fell on Rammons. He was staggering to get up, still recovering from the previous shock. A sigh escaped her throat.
We accidentally left traces, Uriel thought, whether it was Darcy's body or... "Mancaster."
The ghost of the paladin stepped out of the shadows without saying a word. His eyes were facing Lammons, but it was obvious that the dead man's gaze had no focus.
"Lord." He stated his position.
The answer is obvious. Mancaster tipped off the Black Knight. He was a paladin during his lifetime, but betrayed his faith after his death. This incident was undoubtedly a humiliation to the Paladin Captain, but in addition to ridiculing the other party, Mancaster's experience also made Uriel hesitate.
"People say that the King of the Dead Sea generously gave the people of the night a second life." Winona asked, "Now you want to take back the share you gave me. I want to know, why is this?"
"That's not me." The Black Knight said. Winona frowned.
The situation took a sudden turn. Now the only one who can compete with the Black Knight is Skylord, who is looking for a way through painful memories. Brooke Amarys, the "Knight of the Dead Moon" trusted by Winona, has not shown up. Of course, maybe he wouldn't change anything, but the key point is that no one thought that it was the Black Knight who stood up for him.
Uriel suspected that the existence of the Scroll of Oath caused him to meet the demon lord too frequently. "My lord," he had to say.
The Black Knight looked at him: "You don't say you are here to surrender, Uriel."
"I...I'm looking for someone."
"Looking for someone again, right?" Although he asked rhetorically, his tone was not surprised at all. "Nine out of ten living people are willing to get into Gavash for this purpose. They usually end badly. Like this."
The undead waved his hands at an unstoppable speed, and the shrill sword light swept across the bonfire, and the flames were cut in two by a black line. Uriel felt a huge thing roaring past, like a train rushing out of the platform. He didn't have time to react.
Winona foresaw something bad and turned around, but the next moment, the sword light followed closely. After penetrating her chest, it continued unabated and sank into the phosphorus fire forest in the distance. The expression of this tower messenger from the Ancestor Era froze for a moment, and her body cracked and collapsed into fine dust.
"Look." The perpetrator lowered his sword.
Death passes the apprentice. He only felt that his hands and feet were not in control, and his violent heartbeat was roaring in his eardrums.
Mancaster knelt down, blue flames danced wildly in the treetops, and the wind screamed.
If it were the same as him, the outcome might be different. Uriel tried his best to escape from the suffocation, but his mind was still filled with the scene of Winona's death.
Gods above. "She is a citizen of the night..."
"...Not a member of the Order. Garvash has no undead with a heart for the Order, but Amarys hid her in the phosphorus fire."
The tower messenger is more reliable than the paladin. Winona's enemies have proved this with her life, but Uriel never wants to differentiate in this way.
"Are you a member of the association?" the undead lord asked.
Uriel said nothing. If I dare to say no at this time, I will probably be the next one to be broken.
Fortunately, his next target is actually La Mons. "This is definitely not it."
Trapped in the entanglement of the dead, our Lord Paladin could only barely lift his sword. He was sweating profusely, his expression was dazed, and he looked completely helpless. Uriel never counted on him either.
Rammons raised his blunt sword, but it was easily shot down by the undead lord. He knelt on the ground, panting, and stood up unsteadily. The phosphorus fire danced silently, undoubtedly mocking his overestimation. The paladin captain raised his head and met Mancaster's eyes.
"Traitor," Lammons hissed.
Mancaster was unmoved. "The lord gave me a new life and only asked for my loyalty."
"You were supposed to be loyal to Parliament."
"Loyalty and life, I have dedicated both to it, and look what it has given me. A stone tablet? You have forgotten me a long time ago."
"Profit-seeking people," Lammons pointed out contemptuously.
"I'm not you. I'm not as noble as you, and I don't have your ability to kill mortals. Compared with you, I still have a damn conscience."
"Those who have no desires or desires have no faith at all." Uriel also said.
"It's the turn of Gaia's demon followers to teach me a lesson. This is your lord, right? No wonder the Silent School suffered heavy losses."
The black knight sat back and watched them attack each other, with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
I almost died at your hands, Uriel thought bitterly. But people like Lammons only look at results. Uriel knew that nothing he said would be in vain, unless he died with Ji'Zuk in Antoros.
But he still had to say: "I have never betrayed Gaia, and I am not a nightingale in association. No matter what you think, this is a fact."
"Then now you have a chance to prove yourself." Lammons stared at him, "I came to find Lucia's Nightingale. He was born in the Twinkle Pool and gave everything to the order. Rescue him and the Council will regain Yin Wenjie. Lin’s trust.”
Uriel frowned: "Your mission has nothing to do with me."
"This person's name is Sangminna Misfaran, and Sita calls him Lord Night Flame." Lammons stared intently, "He is Tekapo's missing lover, the cold light Sita's only family member. Tekapo ·Ruminathan can be considered your friend, Uriel?”
As if there was something I could do. The apprentice couldn't help but look at the Black Knight. The phosphorus fire dancing in his eyes was stronger than the forest. He shuddered and turned around quickly.
"Ask for mercy from your fellow demons," Lammons taunted.
Uriel clenched his fingers. "You misjudged me."
But Tekapo's partner... Sita of the Twinkling Pool is an elemental life created by Lucia. They have no marriage or family, and "Night Flame" is actually equivalent to Tekapo's husband. She becomes agitated by his disappearance and almost falls into Ferriani's trap.
Yin Wenjielin rejected the invitation of the parliament, but made a request to save her compatriots. This may well be her last hope. After all, the covenant of order will not waver for one person's safety. Lammons failed to see this clearly, otherwise he would not have come to Garwash in person, but Uriel cared more about Tekapo's feelings. Now we know the whereabouts of this man...
It’s all in vain. Uriel didn't feel that he had the weight to negotiate terms, and he couldn't protect himself. "And it's totally wrong." The apprentice told him, "Why mention the mission again? You might as well care about your life first."
"It's too late to care at this time." The flame of divine magic burned on Lammons' arm, turning into a golden stomach. He reached into the campfire and pulled out a charred log.
Rammons Theodor took one last look at the ghost of Mancaster. "Maybe in the future I will be like you," he told the other person, "but not now."
The paladin captain smashed the piece of wood towards the undead lord. In an instant, the flash and heat reappeared, making the coke dazzling again. A mysterious torrent rushed across the sky, and the light dispersed the darkness, and even the forest was illuminated with splendor and brightness.
...Even brighter than the "sword" in his hand. The next moment, the forest shook violently as if it was enraged, countless burning leaves flew down from the branches, and blue flames covered the sky, as if a corner of the night fell in front of you. This scene caused the paladin to stop in his tracks.
Uriel stared into the flames and finally saw through the skinny human faces carved on the tree trunks. People of the night. Venetians. They screamed with resentment and poured their souls into the brilliant fire of karma. The cold current rises from under the ashes of the land of the dead, and the golden flame shrinks violently.
The scorched wood is wrapped in radiant divine inscriptions, making it look as good as the holy sword Durandal, and seems to be able to easily tear apart the night. But Lammons' movement froze in mid-air, and all the power stopped there.
"For Lucienna," he said softly.
The charcoal goes out and the heat goes away. The blue flames devoured everything in sight, and Uriel had to put up his arms to cover himself. When he put down his hand, Paladin Commander Mons Theodore disappeared, with only a few sparks remaining on the dust.
There was silence. "I thought I was dead," Mancaster said quietly.
Uriel thought of his brief companionship in the Black City. He fought alongside Lammons regardless of status or creed. The Paladin Captain's will is as strong as steel, and he never seems to have a moment of confusion.
"Holding the weapons of the gods, one can only make correct judgments." The apprentice repeated this sentence, "It seems that he would rather restrain his hands than make a mistake."
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