Shaman from Afar

The dark tunnel is still bleak, but it looks more reassuring than when it came.

After leaving the "room", Loren and Lucien found the figure of the vowed knight in a corner of the tunnel; the blood-stained one-armed knight glanced at them silently, and followed behind staggeringly.

According to the tips of the previous dwarf Paulis, after searching for a while, the three of them found another rail at the other end of the tunnel, and it was still one-way.

Thanks to the Holy Cross ... or to the wizards of the Dragon Kingdom that ruled the dwarves, for creating such a "sincere" race.

Sitting tightly in a narrow minecart, accompanied by the roaring roar in the ear, the three people looked at each other silently for a long time.

A quarter of an hour passed, and when Loren thought they would be so silent all the way, they saw the other person raise his head.

"How long has it been?"

"It's hard to say ..." Loren replied guessingly: "One night, two or three days ... it's possible."

"Successful?"

This is the second question of the oath knight.

After hesitating for a moment, Loren nodded first, then shook his head.

Frowning his eyebrows, the oath knight stared at the expression of the dark-haired wizard for a full minute before his expression relaxed slightly ... he already knew what the other party meant.

Fanesis has been defeated, but the "Black Cross" Séior has not.

He who got the answer seemed to have no intention of continuing to ask questions, and his expression remained solemn as before-as if everything happened in that room, he didn't care at all, even less concerned.

The silent oath knight nodded slightly, only the left arm raised the hilt, and put his forehead against the "Cross Star" holy cross accessory; in the dark, he could only see his lips moving slightly, as if chanting , Again like praying.

This inexplicable silence made Loren very curious.

If he guessed right, he vowed that the knight should have entered the Dragon King Tower, or at least he knew something about "The Truth of Niederhog."

In other words, the oath knight ... he knew exactly what the "Holy Cross" was like.

The dark-haired wizard thought quickly.

He glanced at Lusien beside him—according to the gray pupil, the other party had already noticed the Asriel mark on him, but he still chose to cooperate.

Even in the situation where Lucien and himself were scarred, there was no sneak attack from the back ... If the previous cooperation could also be interpreted as the existence of "a common enemy", then the latter completely violated the obligation of a vowed knight .

He can abandon his name, his identity and even his own existence for faith. He abandons all rights, only for the missionary mission of the sword, to kill the evil **** to defend the belief of the Holy Cross ... This is by no means an imaginable sacrifice.

Loren has no doubt that changing to the previous oath knight will kill both himself and Lucien very decisively, and will not leave even the opportunity for negotiation.

He didn't think that a "priest" who came out casually could really easily change the belief that he persisted for more than ten years, and even could give his life countless times.

So the question came:

Why ... he did n’t do that?

This is the strangest place for yourself.

The minecart was still roaring forward, and the fast-moving gears and bearings threw a series of flashing sparks on the cold rails-at this speed, I am afraid that it can reach the ground in half the time at most.

It's almost there.

Twitching his throat, Loren turned his head deliberately forward, and his right hand quietly pressed the bright silver hilt.

"Don't try to guess my thoughts, wizard."

In the roar of the wheels, the oath suddenly spoke coldly.

The dark-haired wizard had a stiff expression.

After hesitating for a long time, Loren slowly turned his head and looked at his expression with a complex expression-like a constant sculpture of Henggu, vigorous and cold.

"So, about Holy Cross and Niederhogg ... you already knew about it?" After a moment of weighing, the dark-haired wizard asked only after he had spoken.

The oath knight was silent for a while, and whispered: "At least ... more than you think."

really……

Squeezing his lips tightly, Loren stared intently at the oath knight's eyes: "So what do you think, what are you going to do?"

"If you really know what" Holy Cross "is, you should understand that it is the dragon kingdom used to rule the empire ... no, their ambition is much more than that."

"They have tried to rule the world with advanced mechanical technology, advanced magic knowledge, and the threat of dragons, but this plan failed, and the resistance of the civilians made them understand that there is no slave who always bows to them and is always responsible;"

"So they changed their plans, one ... a better plan."

"Awe, longing, fear ... The source of faith, they used the innate emotions of life to build an empire that belongs to Niederhog and the dragon royal family never collapses."

Loren stopped for a moment, the expressionless oath knight did not seem to stop him.

"Tell me ... you, not as a servant of the Holy Cross, but as yourself." The dark-haired wizard said softly: "Really willing ... to be a tool used by slave owners to eliminate aliens?"

"Or, what are your hardships?"

Loren looked at him calmly.

The next moment, the expressionless oath knight opened his eyes violently.

Murderous!

The gray pupil next to him shook his body, grabbed the hilt instinctively, but was held down by Loren.

"I said, don't try to speculate on my thoughts, Loren Turin." The oath knight's expression was cold and terrible, with a trembling color in his eyes:

"You are too arrogant, wizard."

clang--!

In the narrow carriage, the mottled long sword "Can Star" hit Loren's injured shoulder, and the cold blade was against the edge of the neck.

"Loren ?!" Luisen, still exclaimed, was still clasped on the shoulder by the black-haired wizard, unable to move when pressed against the seat.

Loren, whose expression was still dull, glanced at the long sword around his neck—just a little before he could kill himself on the spot.

But these distances are thousands of miles away.

"You don't know anything about faith!"

Like a thousand years of ice-cold mouth, the oath of the knight's voice is extremely heavy: "Don't use your thinking to guess what you don't understand, the weight of faith, and absolutely the fear of these self-satisfied pastimes in your mouth, understand ?"

The dark-haired wizard said nothing.

"I know how your wizards think about faith and ordinary people who believe in the Holy Cross; I know what arrogance is hidden behind your hypocritical humility."

"You see faith as the sustenance of the weak and incompetent, and regard the" Holy Cross "as a horrible existence that is no different from the evil spirit ... arrogant like you, even thinking that you can be that kind of existence."

The oath knight said it word by word:

"But it is the ridiculous belief in your eyes that maintains the imperial order from collapse and brings peace for twelve generations;"

"For ordinary people living in fields and forests, land and swamps, villages and villages, shacks and huts, faith ... is the whole meaning of their survival, everything they have;"

"The church is the only destination for their souls and beliefs, the verses and psalms that are eulogized, let them get a new life from the walking dead, and save them from this dangerous and evil world;"

"And for their beliefs, in order to keep their well-being from being arrogant, the self-righteous guy tears apart, and I will fight at all costs!"

"Even if you have to pay a lot of money and make a decision you have to make, I will never regret it!"

At the next moment, he withdrew "Can Star", and for the first time showed an ironic expression: "Lorren Turin ... You said that I was willing to fall, and gave up my self as a running dog of the Holy Cross, right?

No, don't try to refute me because you think so.

Then I also tell you that although you have done a lot of actions that undermine the authority of the church, I have never hated you; if you are an enemy, most of them are only your own;

And now, I can only pity you ... You say that I am willing to fall, give up myself;

So, who is the one who believes in the "truth" of Fanesis and "Black Cross" Serel? "

Silent.

Staring at the oath knight who was silent, Loren's mood was extremely complicated.

Seeing the other party put the sword back, the gray pupil finally sighed with relief, vigilantly guarding the knight's every move.

The long, long-distance, three different moods in the crowded carriage, said nothing more.

Along with the slowly stopped minecart, this tired and full of disaster finally reached the end.

"We are going to solve the silver helmet mountain fortress controlled by the Fa ..." Séior ", by the way, the corroded dwarves in the mine pits are cleared."

Looking at the oath rider who turned around and got off the train, Loren said lightly: "Do you want to come together?"

"This kind of thing, an army is more suitable to do than me." Looking back at the black-haired wizard, he vowed that the knight's tone was also calm:

"The presence of people like me in the church will only let you get in the way in front of the unbelieving dwarves ... My Duke."

Loren regretted the proposal.

"Where do I go next?" In an awkward atmosphere, I can only move out of this old topic: "Fansis is dead, and Serel is expelled back into the void world ... there is no need to be hunted by the evil apostle. ",

Taking a deep breath, the expression indifferently knight spit out: "Ebdon."

"Ebdon?"

"At the invitation of Corona's Consul, to investigate the truth of the death of the ocean-going fleet." The knight said silently: "Master Corona is the chief veteran of the Wizard's Tower, and he has a deep understanding of the void ... He said that there is no such thing It seems so simple. "

"Any speculation?" Loren asked casually.

"The elves, or ... the Yazul elf kingdom under the rule of the eagle king, something may have happened there-Yazul elves can't help magic, no unified beliefs, Corona doubts the extent of the evil gods that raged there, maybe Far more than us. "

Loren said nothing.

His knowledge of the Yazul elves is limited to the relatives of the ancient wood forest elf Liya, and the forging technology is comparable to the dwarves-considering that the Yazul elves are one of the origins of the dragon kingdom, this seems not surprising.

The culture is prosperous, the weaving industry, the metallurgy industry and the pottery industry are very developed. Forging using mitral silver, similar to the samurai sword or the same type of long-sword weapon Yasul long sword, can not help but magic and once flourished ... Referring to the previous sentence, it seems No surprises.

Because the other side is a country of archipelago, separated by a vast misty sea, the exchange with the empire is basically limited to the luxury trade, so it can be said that there is basically nothing to understand.

"Just go now?"

"There is nothing worth keeping."

The oath knight's tone was cold: "The last time, the wizard, I abandon everything not for this power, this sword, not to be the running dog of the evil **** in your mouth."

"Let me get back from **** again and again ... ten thousand times smaller than this, but also ten thousand times more important-I want to laugh. Just laugh, in your eyes of" sensible and calm ", I must be ridiculous and stupid."

Loren stared blankly at his back.

For a second, he seemed to see a tall, upright shadow behind his back.

With indescribable sorrow.

With a shrug, Loren turned his head to look at Lusien behind him, and the two looked at each other with a tired smile.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A sudden noise came from the deep tunnel.

The shocked two turned back suddenly, and the oath knight who had not gone far had also stopped.

The expression of the dark-haired wizard was so ugly that he couldn't help swallowing.

It should be ... an illusion?

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Okay, it's true, it's not that I think too much.

The strange sound is getting closer and closer, more and more dense, as if the waves are stirring around, even the walls of the tunnel are shaking slightly.

How is this possible?

Feeling the vibrations under his feet, the dark-haired wizard frowned .... According to dwarf Paulis, the corroded dwarves were all so-called "wanderers" who were exiled in abandoned mine pits. The location should be at the top of the entire Silver Helmet Fortress.

and many more! Maybe the entire Silverhelm Mountain Fortress is already ...

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Earth and stone and gravel continue to fall from the tunnel above the head ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ With the endless vibration, hundreds of thousands, and even countless black shadows appeared at the end of the tunnel.

The astonished gray pupil grew his mouth and looked at this scene in disbelief.

"Lorren Turin, are you sure ..." The oath knight narrowed his eyes and swapped the "Chanxing" in his right hand with his right hand:

"We were in that tunnel for only one night?"

There was a roar not far away, and the adjacent tunnel had collapsed in the endless vibration.

The eyes of the three people turned to the direction of the sound.

"Uh ... maybe something went awry." The dark-haired wizard twitched his mouth. "But fortunately it has no effect on our next plan."

"The next plan?" Lusien turned back curiously: "What plan?"

"run--!!!!"