Path of light

Chapter 612 613. Elaud Magister

"The priests of this faction want to go deep into the dark land to find the relics of the gods left by the goddess."

"They mainly based this argument on a little tail bone of the goddess found in the ruins of an ancient battlefield."

"This faction of priests firmly believes that the goddess of liberty has fallen in the dark land. They want to find the place where the goddess of liberty fell, because they firmly believe that there must be treasures left by the goddess of liberty where the goddess of liberty fell."

"At that time, another faction in the expeditionary force believed that the goddess of liberty was still alive, but was sealed somewhere in the dark land. As long as we have the ability to remove the seal, we can save the goddess of liberty. The place where the goddess of liberty was suppressed should be the most mysterious place in the dark land. They also hope that the expeditionary force can enter the depths of the dark land."

"My opinion at that time was completely different from theirs. I think the goddess of liberty..."

At this point, the voice in Old Pike's throat suddenly disappeared.

I don't know if it was because he made some kind of oath, or if some specific words were cursed with language, so that he couldn't say anything.

At this time, Old Pike realized that he was a little too excited.

He adjusted his mood appropriately, took two deep breaths, looked at Roy beside him, spread his hands helplessly and said:

"So I was regarded as a heretic..."

"Among our group of priests, I was the only one who escaped from the Temple Expeditionary Force by chance. Once a priest like me loses the holy weapon, the holy light power in my body is consumed and it is difficult to recover. I can't return to the Elf Continent, so I lived in the Wanderer Camp, and so many years have passed in a flash."

"I'm used to life here."

"Maybe one day, I will leave here and become a traveler in the dark land, walk around and see, maybe I can help others..."

"But you! I'm quite surprised, Roy."

"In the Wanderer Camp, it takes me a long time to recover before I can cast a divine spell. Even the holy water you gave me is not very helpful for me to restore the holy light power. Every time I see you, I can always feel that the holy light power in your body is very full. Do you have a holy weapon in your hand?"

Old Pike asked Roy seriously.

Roy shook his head and said:

"In fact, I don't have any holy artifacts in my hand!"

"Not long ago, a great magician told me that the four elements of wind, fire, water and earth can actually transform into each other. They believe that the magic theory can be used on the two completely opposite elements of light and darkness. In fact, they can also transform into each other. Of course, I can't do this yet."

"All I can do is absorb some of the power of those dark creatures when they die completely..."

"It's like a tree. It sticks its roots into the soil. Under the nourishment of sunlight and rain, it can bear sweet fruits. In fact, you can think of these fruits as polymers of light, water and earth."

"In short, that's it..."

As he spoke, Roy stretched out his hand to release the power of holy light in his body, making the holy light tree in his body appear behind him.

Old Pike looked at the flower of light on the Holy Light Tree behind Roy with some surprise, his eyes showing a look of realization, and he said frankly:

"The shadow behind you is really the Statue of Liberty!"

Roy asked curiously:

"Old Pike, is the 'force' behind all priests the Statue of Liberty?"

Old Pike pursed his dry lips, smiled bitterly and said:

"Not like that, the apprentice priests and ordinary priests should be backed by the angels, and only when they are promoted to high priests can they become the Statue of Liberty."

...

Legislative Commander Gabreth was in a state of collapse at this moment.

He leaned back in the chair behind his desk, closed his eyes to ease his impetuous emotions, and tried to restrain himself from throwing the cup in his hand...

Roy, the leader of the mine guards, had just finished his trip to the Isnes Expeditionary Force Camp. He had clearly stated that he did not want Roy to participate in that matter, but Roy eventually went to the Isnes Expeditionary Force Camp...

He then returned to the Dark Gate Expeditionary Force Camp.

This time, it was the magicians of the Magic Guild who applied to the Golfito Military Department, hoping that Roy could accompany their adventure group into the Dark Land.

He is really restless...

Can't this guy just stay at the Dark Gate Expeditionary Camp?

Although Commander Gabreth has the management rights of the Golfito Canyon, he still dares not offend the magicians of the Magic Guild easily because of his strength and background.

Especially since these magicians are currently repairing the Dark Gate, more than one written notice has been issued to ask the Golfito Military Department to do its best to assist these magicians.

Mage Elaud sat opposite Commander Gabreth and asked calmly:

"Commander Gabreth, we will communicate with Commander Roy privately about this matter. The Golfito Military Department only needs to show us a written authorization. Please keep the matter of entering the Dark Land confidential for us."

"..."

What else can Commander Gabreth say?

He took out the seal somewhat awkwardly and stamped it on the parchment on the table.

Mage Elaud nodded with satisfaction, reached out and picked up the parchment scroll with the emblem of the Magic Guild on the back, rolled it up again, tied it up, and put it into the magic waist bag.

The sunlight outside the window shone in through the birdcage-shaped window, printing distorted spots of light on the floor of the room.

Mage Elaud stood up from his chair, and his dark green magic robe showed a green pattern like grass in the sun, which made the floor of the room look like a green meadow...

Every time he took a step forward, countless colorful flowers seemed to bloom under his feet.

When Mage Elaud walked out of the office, the invisible boulder pressing on Legion Commander Gabreth disappeared instantly. He put the cup in his hand heavily on the table, and the cup suddenly broke into two halves. The fruit tea in the cup flowed on the table and dripped onto the floor along the edge of the table.

...

At the Dark Gate Expeditionary Force camp,

a group of half-blood elf warriors sat by the holy water pool, discussing the harvest from hunting dark creatures...

Roy had just finished inspecting the magic tower and wanted to go over and chat with the half-blood elf warriors.

Mage Elaud walked out of the Dark Portal, came to Roy, and asked, "How have you considered it, Roy?"

"I don't need to tell you, you must know how dangerous it is to enter the Dark Land. In fact, I am usually quite timid..."

Before Roy finished speaking, Mage Elaud waved his hand and interrupted Roy and said:

"If you are willing to enter the Dark Land with us, whether you find the lich or not, you can get the support of the Magic Guild once, or to be more precise, the support of our six mages. This is the first benefit."

"The second benefit is that your magic pattern structure is too old. As a high priest, the magic gain effect on this magic pattern structure is obviously not suitable for you, so we can help you find a master-level inscription master to help you tailor a set of second-level magic pattern structures."

"The third benefit is that we can add pages to your Book of Judgment - two pages!"

Mage Elaud stretched out two fingers and shook them gently in front of Roy's eyes.

Roy grinned, secretly wiped the saliva that was about to flow out, and said with an extremely tangled smile:

"...I really can't refuse."