Knight of the Light

The wind was wailing in the desolate wilderness, and a few gray-black dots were slowly moving forward. They are almost integrated into the gray environment, and if they are not carefully observed, they must be ignored.

Lorraine was following this captain on foot in this small team. Unlike the refugee-like migrations of the past, this trek has too many extraordinary details.

First of all, everyone's rucksacks are full of food and drink. This is the foundation that keeps the team moving forward. Second, although several people in the team are not familiar with each other, they can help each other, support each other, and even encourage each other.

The team leader was also a young man, about 20 years old. Lorraine didn't know what the other's name was, but listened to the other person's story about the Harmonious Village and the Black Forest.

The thrilling plot made everyone in the team forget the pain of traveling. Because every sentence is simple and simple, close to the lives of the poor. Everyone listened carefully, and the more they listened, the more they became fascinated and felt the same.

The captain said that he had no choice but to go to the Black Forest, but the human settlements did not accept such wastes without long skills, so he could only go to Kuruma Village to die. After seeing the swamp that devoured countless creatures, he felt that one day he would also become the mud in the swamp.

"Kuruma-mura is such a terrible place. It ’s difficult for people living there to live for six months. Many people are crazy even on the day of arrival. I do n’t want to remember how I survived it. Those things are terrible. .

One day His Excellency Victor Hugo came, he saved us, he saved the whole village. I was punished for stealing the goods of the traitor Rubio, but I was still very happy. Now think about it, it was stupid.

I followed His Excellency Hugo and left Heonuma Village, but I was not able to get on the carriage, and hungry on both legs and followed. It was miserable at that time, many people gave up halfway, or could not afford it. We have food and drink now, and we can definitely go back. "

The young captain was quite optimistic, and he gave everyone a five-minute break every hour to eat food and water. Everyone must be happy to rest. But there is no story to listen to, everyone eats and drinks, but urges them on the road.

The captain was cheerful, took out the pot of physical potion and took a sip, then cursed ‘this **** thing is really good’. The team members also took a sip and learned to scold. After the scolding, the whole body warmed up and became more relaxed.

Lorraine carrying a backpack that does not match his thin body, shouted hurriedly, "Captain, continue. You have arrived at Ironforge Village, did you really see the elven remains?"

The young captain smiled but didn't tell the story. He looked up slightly, put his hands on his chest, and shouted 'Holy Light' in a godly tone. After accepting the instructions a moment later, he determined the direction of travel before going on the road again.

Lorraine was curious and asked, "Captain, who are you calling?"

"There is no road in the wilderness, and we are not familiar with geography. We must determine the direction to the" Holy Light "." The captain replied with a smile. Reply."

Recognized by 'Holy Light'?

The rookies of the team heard dreamlike dreams, and subconsciously regarded 'Holy Light' as a god-like existence. The other novices were just curious. Only Lorraine was bold and shouted 'Holy Light' softly.

No response

Lorraine was suddenly lost, the captain just smiled and greeted everyone on the road. But after a while, a voice went straight into Lorraine's brain, greeting softly; "Hello, Lorraine, what does the Holy Light need for you?"

Ah, Lorraine jumped in surprise. The poor girl had never experienced this before, and quickly raised her hand and shouted, "No, no, I don't need anything."

The captain looked back, but kept walking. Other rookies were surprised by Lorraine's daring, for fear of causing her trouble. Lorraine heard a soft laugh, "Don't be afraid, call me if you need it. Holy light is by your side."

Feeling impunity, Lorraine took a few steps to catch up with the team. The captain smiled and whispered in front of him: "Tell you a secret, if you can call the Holy Light, it means that Victor Hugo is near us.

With the Holy Light in hand, we don't have to worry about losing direction. We can easily contact other colleagues around us and get help at any time. As long as there is light, we are not afraid of anything. When you reach Harmony Village, you will find that it is the best village in the world. "

The captain continued to tell the story of the Black Forest, and the rookie listened even more. All the tiredness of the trip are forgotten, only the heart is hot. But just a few hundred meters away, Powell Jr. led a few subordinates out of the thick fog and glanced indifferently.

"How can these **** **** run so fast?" Little Powell looked suffocated and frosty, and he was frozen, he could fear the severe cold and wind, but he could not catch up with his life. The horses on his horses were tired and snorted, and he was no longer willing to run.

In the dark environment, the eyesight of the human eye is greatly reduced. Powell Jr. didn't see a target that was going away a few hundred meters away, but he got lost in new difficulties.

Road, road!

Under the iron curtain without the sun, moon, and stars, the road is the most important landmark. Once off the road, even a local guide can easily get lost in the cold winds of the north.

The terrain and terrain outside the wilderness are very similar, and it is difficult to determine where you are from the blank vision. Powell had just been promoted to the Frozen Knight, and his first ability was to pray in the wind and ask the Goddess of Winter for directions.

However, the first-level frozen knight only asks every day, and Powell has chased for several kilometers. He has already asked. In this case, he could only vent his anger and crackle the whip in his hand.

At noon, Old Bank took the wizard group to catch up with Louis Phils, and the spell clearly defined the approximate direction of the escape target.

However, the high-level spells are not released at will, which requires preparation in advance and consumes a lot of arcane materials. Old Bank played just this once, and the rest was chased by the banshee Knights themselves.

Powell Jr. was responsible for chasing Lorraine's retreat team with several brothers. But he managed to catch up, but in the end, a thick fog covered him, and when he escaped from the thick fog, he could not distinguish between the northeast and southeast.

The north day is short, the night is long, and the draught has not been drunk for a long time. Several brothers around Powell were very frustrated. They looked at the elder brother and begged, trying to persuade the other to return, but did not dare to speak.

"What do you think I do? Failure to catch up with those pariahs is equal to our failure." Powell Jr snapped his whip and said, "You can tolerate failure, but I can't."

The brothers and servants shook their heads together and whispered, "Where do we chase? Even if we catch up? Victor. Will Hugo really run out for a few servants or even slaves? For you, you will be like this dry?"

It was like a pot of cold water pouring down, and Powell Jr. felt discouraged, but had to admit the fact. Changing his position at Zhou Qingfeng will never run out for a few slaves who fled.

Maybe those running slaves are just disturbing the sight of the followers and dispersing their powers.

But if not even Zhou Qingfeng's slaves could catch one, how could they make a difference this time?

Powell Jr. was a sixth fighter before. He thought he would be able to compete with Zhou Qingfeng after becoming a frozen knight. Even if he can't beat the opponent, let the kid who looks down on himself suffer a little.

But now I find that Victor Hugo is not easy to deal with, and his servants are not easy to deal with. There was no trace of this slip, and the horses could not catch up.

Powell Jr. was faint, frowning. He was vaguely aware that a group of pariahs could travel long distances in the wild, which was a terrible thing. But what was terrible, he couldn't tell.

In short, this thing is terrible, and some ability to change the battlefield pattern emerges.