Vol 5 Chapter 177

The dim candlelight spread along the direction of the veil. At the end of the light was a beautiful woman carved out of ice. The face emerging from the darkness was like a dusty snow fairy described in mythology, but her straight nose and chin seemed to be Sculpted with a chisel, each line is clear. She is staring at a young man in front of her, and a faint blue light flashes occasionally in the depths of her eyes. The young man was sitting on a gray wooden box, frowning heavily, holding a cheek with one hand, supporting his elbows on his thighs, and unwittingly rubbing his dusted boots on the dust. Pieces of glass in.

The sharp shards glittered in the candlelight, like pearls in the gravel.

"Grieta, you seem to be impatient?" The woman's voice seemed to come from under the nightmare abyss, like a piercing icy wind, and everything passing by was frozen, sending out a trembling chilling hair Crisp ringing. But the young man called Greta is not a mortal. To be precise, he is a dead person, and the dead will not feel cold, because they have no temperature at all. Hearing his head, he heard his question. Come, watch the banshee king with the beating, crimson-like blood of the soul.

He immediately revealed an elegant smile, which was more than the smile on the gentlest gentleman's face among human beings, but it appeared inexorably on a cold, stiff face without the slightest blood, But it does not make people feel weird at all, but makes people feel like a spring breeze. "You don't know. Ms. Alvette, I didn't want to come to this place where the birds don't **** from the beginning. People often say that the undead have the least style. Because they always stay in those dead places, and this place is better than The most undead undead is still a hundred times worse. Excuse me, do you feel bored in such a place? "The sword of the future Empire of Madara is called the strongest swordmaster after Darus The man asked openly.

"I'm neither bored nor bored. That kind of thing doesn't make any sense to me, but I know you're not worried about this. It's the person you're about to meet." Alvette answered indifferently. Road.

"Yes, because he is the owner of this place. It can be more terrible than a place that is one hundred times less tasteful than the least tasted undead. It is the owner of this place. I hope he never returns for himself. The masterpiece is complacent, and it is even more terrifying. "

"In fact, what do you have to worry about. I saw him before that person. Before he died, we had a relationship. At that time, he was just a mortal, but he was more noble. He was a Miner. , That's it. "

"How many years have you lived, ma'am?"

"I thought you should ask, how many years have you died--"

"Okay. When I didn't say it." The young man was helpless, and then asked again, "Have you really seen that person?"

Yalvy nodded characteristically: "I saw him in Yas Bay about 1,200 years ago. But at that time we each hurried, but I knew who he was, but he didn't know who I was. "

"What was he like at that time, was it so scary in rumors?"

"Are you afraid of him?" The Banshee asked.

"Don't you look like I'm not scared like this?" Gritta froze slightly, couldn't help but look down to check her look, wanting to know what she was doing wrong there.

"You look scared. But the undead can't feel real fear--"

"Failure." The young man sighed. "He is a prophet. He has witnessed the demise of the empire. For over a thousand years, he has watched his community fall, expelled, forgotten by Martha, watching Everything glorious disappeared invisible, the wind sand buried the relics of an era behind the history, but he was indifferent. Is he powerless? No, in the legend, he has the power to destroy the world. In Maldos, He is second only to the Dark Dragon. No, maybe even higher, just unknown to others. As long as he takes the shot, the four sages have no chance, but he is indifferent. What is he thinking? "

"What are you thinking?" Yalvert glanced at Greta in surprise. "These things have nothing to do with you."

"I'm thinking that such a person must keep a secret. This secret can answer all the answers. Doesn't that prove us that he came here?" Greta said cheerfully.

"I thought your curiosity would not be so vigorous."

"It's boring, ma'am, but you're so impressed that I admire it."

The Banshee King stared at the dead man with dim blue eyes until the latter flinched.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't say it, anyway, I don't think someone like you who has lived a thousand or hundreds of years will know nothing," Gritta said helplessly, "but I have been Thinking about a problem, countries should have seen some corresponding things in the war 60 years ago. How could they remain indifferent to the present day? Has anything happened during this period that we do n’t even know? ? "

"what?"

"I mean," Gritta stood up suddenly and whispered, "Don't you think this looks tense?"

Jarvette looked at the man puzzled.

Gritta scratched his messy hair like hay and explained: "Why didn't they solve the problem all at once and keep all the contradictions to this day? I mean, Her Majesty the Cruz queen, I If you remember correctly, both the Dragon and Buga should be present during the second jihad. They can handle this perfectly perfectly, but they chose to remain indifferent and even contributed to the development of the situation. If not for them, where would they be today? Her Majesty the Queen? "

Jarvette frowned slightly, as if not interested in it. "Perhaps they are happy to see it, maybe they are also confused. You have to understand that from a thousand years ago, the Four Temples were on the side of justice. This justice is by no means vocal justice. Nor is it hypocrisy. If they can't stand this point, they will lose their morality, just like the temple of the flame today-whether it is the Protestant and the Bishop of the Protestant or the Old Church, they can still perform divine magic, from gold The gain of strength in the Flame Way shows that the morality in their hearts is not skewed. It is just a different position. "

"You seem to know their teachings well?" Gritta stared, as if she had discovered a new continent.

But Alvite shook her head impatiently. Negative: "If you witness one by one from the birth of these four temples to today's history, you will understand more."

Grieta showed a look that was uglier than crying: "Madam, although I understand that you are well qualified to say this, can you stop talking about it. It is a blow to my self-confidence-experience and experience can make a person Become wise, and years and time have not only left no trace on you, but have added your glory and charm. I know this is very enviable, but if you always show off like this, I will not stand it of."

With regard to Greta's rhetoric, Alwitt said nothing, apparently getting used to the young man's way of speaking.

The latter did not receive a response from her. But also not discouraged, he continued: "But I agree with you, maybe they are also confused. But if Her Majesty is the destined hero, then what can they be confused?"

"Some things haven't happened, and no one can tell if it's right or wrong-"

"Is there another possibility?"

The Banshee King suddenly turned her head and asked coldly, "What on earth do you want to say?"

"It's nothing," Gritta smiled slightly. "It's just a saying, come back. You should have seen the real heroes, like the four sages. Ms. Alvette?"

"Almost, in that era, I had heard some of their legends, but I didn't really meet them."

"Where is the King of Flames?"

"He is special. The young man is full of endless possibilities. Those bards use miracles to describe his life.

"So the King of Flames is indeed a legend," Gritta asked again, "Ms. Alvette, do you say anyone in this world can really foresee the future?"

"There is one where you are."

"No," Gritta shook his head. "That man's vision for the future is at best nothing more than a revelation. The prophet can see strange and strange scenes from the revelation. These scenes are chaotic, but they are only a glimpse of the future. No, they can see these fragments, but they cannot change. What I mean is, if someone can see the future and change what happened-- "

"Unless the person you said is an oracle, it is said that in ancient times, the people of the gods had such ability." Yarwite replied coldly.

After hearing this, Gritta stopped talking and thought down. After a short while, a huge giant door in front of the two of them suddenly emitted a squeaky squeaking muffled sound, and then slowly opened to the sides. There was no manipulation by the giant door, as if it was self-conscious. , Automatically welcome guests from afar.

Both Alvette and Grieta raised their heads at the same time, and saw an old man with a body walking slowly in the darkness behind the door. The old man was wearing a robe, holding a most common wooden staff, and walked up. The road trembled, as if a candle in the wind. The lamp will run dry at any time. But Tariq stood up involuntarily when he saw him. Some people are sung in legends, but some people are legends themselves, just like the one in front of him. Long before an era, his story was in Warnde. As many stars as possible, his name, whether it was before a thousand years or after a thousand years, is enough to make anyone feel enchanted.

Although it was just an ordinary Miner name, it didn't even need a verbal narrative, and it was already echoing in the dark.

Even Greta couldn't help looking at the agate-like gaze, bowed her head deeply, and bowed.

But only Alvette stood still.

...

The glory of the sun crossed the sky west of Metz, and did not stay on the inherent trajectory for a moment because of anyone's attention. It was like a burning meteor that fell to the western sea and sky at an irresistible speed. The end. When a certain moment passed, the silvery woodland was no longer sunny, but was stained with a layer of light red, and the twilight was clearly concealed in the western sky. The stars were like diamond powder dotted in light purple. Sunset background above.

The knights of the White Legion are escorting the undead army through the last section of the Golden Needle Valley. The knight captain, Marori, looks up at the sky, and the time is right. Although this valley has been empty, the mountain people have continued to migrate northward. The south side of Valachie firmly attracted the eyes of the incompetent aristocrats in Port Fattan, but no one wants to spend the night in this forest full of strange legends, especially with such a large pile of bones and shelves .

Although they are the bravest knights, there is nothing wrong with it, but most of the legends in this forest come from the creepy stories of mountain people. Those legends from the previous era are filled with awesome mysteries.

He raised his hand and gestured to the knights around him. The front was the last section of the valley. The gently rolling ridges formed a narrow pass, which is the most complicated area here, and it is also very suitable for setting. Although this place has long been uninhabited, due to a cautious nature, he feels that it is safer to send scouts to investigate in accordance with Cruz's military code.

Marjorie understood this deeply, and the reason the Lord Duke fancyed himself to perform this important task was because of his careful temperament. This character is a bit too indecisive as a commander, but in the present situation it just applies. Anyway, he never thought that he would take another step forward. The Cavaliers in the rank of the empire have already been regarded as a relatively lethargic. He is satisfied with the position.

The knights were his own guards, quickly understood what he meant, and set off. Mario noticed that when the traveling dragon passed the forest, he didn't startle any birds, which was not a good sign, and made him frown deeply.

Sure enough, just a few moments later, he heard a roar from his guard, followed by the roar of the soldiers. With years of marching experience, he even distinguished the sound of feathers and arrows breaking through.

"Ambush!"

The voice of the knight and the voice in his head rang at the same time.

... (to be continued)