Chapter 391

The cold winter wind scattered the surrounding ice and fog slightly, leaving only the golden sunshine shining on the snow on the wall stack in the distance, giving a panoramic view of the glaciers and snow mountains in the wasteland.

"What a... Spectacular sight."

The one armed guard Knight walked to the edge of the city wall and squinted at the distant landscape; The cold face also relaxed slightly and softened a little, feeling the tranquility of this moment.

"You survived."

The voice of fascist was very slow. He silently walked to the side of the guard knight and looked at each other's empty "right arm".

"Fortunately, Lord Francis."

The sudden opening of the guard Knight made Francis turn his eyes. The tall figure was kneeling down in front of him on one knee, with a serious expression and strong enthusiasm in his eyes:

"But it's a great pity... We just temporarily put the evil god apostle into a coma; maybe it can wake up again and return to the world in a few decades or even ten years; so, at most, it just delays the deadline for the invasion of demons!"

"That's enough."

Francis closed his eyes slightly, and his expression was serious and solemn: "the apostles of evil gods have part of the power that originally belonged to evil gods. It's not too much to call them 'incarnations', especially the apostles who have lasted for several times like faoda, which is no longer comparable to ordinary people!"

"What's more... Of all the established results, this is the most perfect one."

The guard knight was silent. As a "guard Knight", he could not refute his loyalty, but still knelt before the fascists.

"Without your right arm, do you still have the power to continue waving the 'bright star'?" the open eyed fascist said meaningfully: "we still have a long way to go. This is not an easy and pleasant road. Maybe we don't even have a chance to turn back."

"And you have proved your faith in the Holy Cross. There is no need for redemption."

"For the Holy Cross and for you..." the guard Knight seemed not to hear the hint in his words, and still replied as rigorously and rigidly as in the past:

"I will fight to death -!"

Francis's eyes fell on the firm face of the other party. After only hesitating for a moment, he turned to the spire in the distance, and his eyes became much colder again:

"Loren Turin and his two friends have advanced one step ahead towards the high wall; the despicable wizard did not follow my advice and still chose to go his own way."

"Going after them?"

"No, it's not necessary - because they still follow the path of the 'traitors' in those days, and it's the only route they know."

"But in fact, that is a completely wrong path!"

"Death has fallen on their heads, and the fools are still unaware." Francis showed a cold smile:

"As for us, we just need to follow the really 'correct' route to the 'Dragon King tower'."

"Everything is planned, everything is the established outcome!"

The knight of the guard got up and stood on the side of fascist faithfully; Bowed his head, trying to hide his impulse to speak.

"You actually have another question, don't you?"

"Lord Francis..."

"Don't speak, I know what you want to ask." the fascist, who turned his back to the guard knight, said in an almost understatement:

"Yes, although faoda is temporarily in a coma, the rotten corpse demons summoned by him will not disappear; on the contrary, they will continue to exist for a long time."

"As for their goals..."

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Just as Francis and his escorting Knights arrived at the high wall, Loren and his party continued to move along the "inner city" deeper in the "elevated corridor" in niederhogg.

At the same time, the two people passing by the bridge can also have a panoramic view of the whole outer city.

The magnificent elevated corridor alone is wide enough to allow at least twenty-two or four wheeled carriages to go side by side; At the foot are pure white stone bricks just like the walls and towers, carved with complex and allegorical patterns;

Even now, thousands of years later, the patterns on it are still clear, and even no trace of wear can be seen.

On both sides of this magnificent corridor are various large and small stone tablets, engraved with long inscriptions - although the "words" of the Dragon Kingdom have long been lost together with the destruction of the country, it seems to be very close to Ancient Runes in terms of writing format, full of simple elegance and mystery.

But... Although magnificent, spectacular and elegant, this is a long lost city.

On the streets under the "elevated corridor", the original buildings have collapsed, leaving only piles of white rubble and ruins; Incomplete pillars and sculptures covered with ice and snow are still telling the glory of the past; Only the echo of the howling cold wind kept her from falling into a dead silence.

This is no longer a "city", but a huge ruins composed of broken walls and still standing palaces, a pure white tombstone belonging to the former "dragon kingdom"

"I always have a question."

Isaac, who was walking in the front, looked at the stone tablets on both sides of the corridor and asked Loren behind him in a curious tone:

"I remember that the white bearded man named faoda said that he was an apostle of lemantes, the 'dead man', and could not be killed - so since he could not die or had died once, how on earth did you defeat him?"

On one side, Lucian also raised his ears with a "casual" side face, and was obviously curious about it.

"To be exact, it's not to defeat it, but to make faoda lose consciousness temporarily." Loren shrugged his shoulders and explained what had happened again. He really didn't want to say it again:

"Of course, it's not easy to do this; the guard Knight lost his right arm, and we were almost beaten to death by rotten corpse demons. We're very lucky to survive!"

The grey pupil boy still has an inexplicable expression, but Isaac has understood - for wizards, the premise of using and manipulating void power is to keep conscious rationality and soberness. If they lose consciousness temporarily

Even the apostles "blessed" by evil gods can't be unharmed, right?

Lucian slowed down a little, and he didn't want to get involved in this wizard talk at all; Just still couldn't help but ask a question:

"But what about those rotten corpse demons?"

"What?"

Gray Tong's voice didn't fall yet. The two people walking in front almost turned their heads at the same time, which made him stunned:

"Well, I mean those demons..."

"Yes, there are thousands of rotten corpse demons outside." Isaac frowned: "what's the matter?"

"In the invasions of the past dynasties, once the evil gods and apostles are defeated, these rotten demons will usually collapse and disintegrate." Lucian's eyes moved and hesitated for a moment before continuing:

"But now they are still outside, and there is no sign of disappearance."

Surprised for a moment, the black haired wizard's eyes flickered slightly and gently pursed the corners of his mouth.

Indeed... I missed that.

But this is also related to this situation. The strength of himself and the guard Knight alone is not enough to defeat faoda, and Asriel, who is extremely weak, only makes him fall into a coma rather than rout his consciousness.

So what will the rotting corpse demons who have lost their master but still have a large number of rotting corpses do? I really never thought about it. I just wanted not to interfere with my actions.

Do you mean

"Yes, dear Loren, that's the 'don't'..." Asriel's soft and smooth tone came to his mind, and his deliberately slow voice was somewhat cunning:

"What will these stupid and useless monsters do without their master's command? They seem to have only one place to go in the north."

There was a cold flash in Lauren's eyes, restraining his sudden killing intention:

"You knew from the beginning, didn't you?"

"Otherwise, poor Asriel has reminded you - I will grant your request for 'various' reasons."

The boy smiled and said in a sweet whisper:

"Can they go to another place except duanjieshan fortress?"