The Black Scepter

Fort Corsini, late at night.

Murphy read Compton through the candlelight to sort out the gains and losses of this battle, and he constantly persuaded himself to open up.

"How could this mercenary regiment be so poor?"

In the end, Murphy still cursed fiercely. Ashcandy was not there. Murphy now felt unrestrained. At the age of 16, he began to take on an institution that needed to fight the two empires. To be honest, he must be under pressure. Like a mountain, as this table shows, this battle took 90% of the resources he had harvested and took Fort Corsini into it, while the defeated mercenary regiment only contributed a bunch of quality that was not good. Armor and a pile of food.

If the only thing that can be gained is the knight Jeanna who was sitting next to him in shackles without a word.

After rubbing his eyebrows, Murphy sighed and called Connor after calming his emotions. He directly ordered the other party to go to the Fording Empire to investigate the follow-up of Earl Watley, and then turned his target to the current Paladin Jeanna.

"You also have the dark attribute, can you explain why?"

Since acquiring the scepter of Sulfuras, Murphy is extremely sensitive to all creatures with dark breath, but he rarely uses that scepter now, even without touching it.

"Ashkandi has made it clear that I am a tester of heretics."

Jeanna answered the Murphys question very easily, without the silent and uncooperative attitude at the beginning, "I belong to the heretical ruling court, and your task is very clear to you."

"Find me and kill?" Murphy whispered. "Don't think about why I should do this?"

"I never stopped thinking."

Jeanna’s godless eyes made Murphy uncomfortable because it felt like he was staring at a corpse—or a soulless body.

"Is there an answer?"

Murphy was curious that the knight would still think about why he wanted to kill dark creatures. Isn't the ruling all religious lunatics?

"My faith does not allow me to have a suitable answer."

Jeanna's answer made Murphy frown slightly.

"I don't know what it is useful for Ashkandi to leave your life, but you can't die before she comes back. If you have anything to say, you can consider telling me before dying."

"Some answers are always better brought into the grave."

Jeanna did not seem to be willing to cooperate, but she looked down at the shackles on her wrist and whispered softly, "Also, thank you."

Murphy raised her eyebrows and looked at her.

"You made me understand that the things behind the names "heresy" and "dark creature" are not the same as what others told me."

Let Na look up, staring at the stars in the sky, no longer speaking.

Murphy was too lazy to continue this mindless conversation. After seeing Lilith, he believed that he would find a new breakthrough to perfect the new organization of the night watchman—provided that he understood the real situation on the front line.

Unfortunately, Murphys found that the problems he now faced with no family members were very serious-economic constraints prevented the night watchman from having more troops and resources, and the lack of allies made him completely isolated among the several empires. These two are enough for the night watchman to become a model of death.

"It seems that we can only do something unexpected."

Murphy said softly as he looked at Connor's disappearing night sky.

There, it is the direction of the Fording Empire.

In this continent, there is little real authority on the analysis of spiritual problems. Just like those philosophers who try to analyze dreams but get nothing, the spiritual world and dream world are usually more profound and mysterious than the magic world in the eyes of ordinary people. However, no one understands that in the real high-end field of magic, the relationship between spirit, dream and magic is far more complicated than ordinary people imagine.

Among the members of the Golden Compass Council, Jung, the most famous magister for psychoanalysis, has an undeserved book "Junge's Anthology", which was not published under the state agency, but was circulated to him as a personal academic work on a small scale. In the hands of students, this book’s explanation of “multiple personalities” is perhaps the most comprehensive and reliable overview of the mainland.

There is a classic discourse in "Junge's Anthology"-"I + us = complete me".

This master who says "others' understanding of themselves is better than self's understanding of self" has many landmark psychological analyses, such as the relationship between "consciousness" and "subconscious", "self", "self" and "self" "Superego" is divided into three levels of psychological level, etc. It can be said that if Ashcandi is facing this real psychologist, her problems may be easily analyzed and solved.

But at the moment, Ashcandi in a black robe faced only the still lake.

Lake Tucker is located on the border of Fording, with beautiful scenery, but rich in cannibalism and lake monsters. This also makes no large castles and mansions nearby, usually inaccessible, and occasionally hunting mercenaries or demon hunters, but basically go. No reply.

And Ashcandi was standing above the water out of thin air at this moment, as if the lake underneath had a solid backing. In fact, there was nothing. The corner of the black robe was wetted by the dark and silent lake, and the water was light. But no animal dared to come close.

Red Eye Ashcandi stared at herself in the waves. The reflection of the water reflected the starry sky above her head, as if there were an infinite abyss at her feet. After maintaining this movement for nearly an hour, she suddenly whispered: "This is interesting What?"

"You are just an avenger driven by instincts, what do I do, you are not qualified to judge."

Unexpectedly, Ash Kandy, the black eye, stood on the other side of the watermark and answered with a very cold voice.

"Judging? I'm not interested."

Ashkandi standing on the water narrowed his eyes. "I just want to talk to you."

"I reject."

"But you are still here."

Ashkendi's strong red eyes reappeared, which seemed to be her attitude towards anyone.

"I was surprised that you could let me out of thin air. It stands to reason that we should not know each other's existence."

Ashkandy, the black eye, seemed calm and calm, but his expression was weird. "It's just that you seem to be getting off your tracks more and more frequently recently."

"track"

The queen of black robe pursed her lips, her violent breath flashed away. "There was never a track. The so-called track is just something you imposed on me. Am I right?

The answer to her was long silence.

After a while, the dark-eyed Ashkandi still made a strong mocking: "Why, do you also want to analyze the meaning of self-existence in a killing machine?"

"Don't show me your hypocritical mask, take it off and talk, if it doesn't work, then there is nothing to say."

"You want to find out what you shouldn't know? I tell you, it's impossible."

The black eyes of Ashkandi teased, the superiority was obvious.

"impossible?"

The queen standing above the water narrowed her eyes.

"For a distorted personality, you are not qualified--"

This sentence did not have time to finish, the next moment, the entire Tucker Lake exploded!

"Fuck **** qualification."

Queen Ashkandi reached out to the water with indifference and determination.

Murphy was reflecting on his own right and wrong in this war.

Under the premise of owning a group of powerful but not many men, the two positions of Emerald Town and Fort Corsini are used to fight face-to-face battles. It now seems that it is a bit of a waste of resources.

No one is a natural strategist, and any commander has to fall, but when the group of staff commanders in the Imperial Army are using sand table drill simulation, Murphy is really using the one in his hand. A chess piece is playing against a real opponent.

The tragic victory means that there is indeed a problem with his strategy. Murphy does not expect to be a genius in the sky. The undefeated story in the battlefield does not exist in the history of the empire. Now I want to come. In the attack of the opposing commander, the so-called leaders of the opposing party were cut off in one fell swoop, so the morale of the mercenary regiment must collapse.

This is a post-war summary, and Murphy is also a bit of a long-term wisdom, figured out his next rough line for the development of the night watchman, when Connor returned from the Fording Empire and brought back a optimistic After the news, Murphys has begun to plan the next move.

First of all, he went to the scout camp behind Lilith's back, waiting for a day and night to finally find a chance to say a few words with the girl who came back from the inspection. For Lilith, who hides joy in her heart, Murphy The appearance of Si is a small surprise-but the bigger "surprise" is the plan of Murphys. As the daughter of the prince, after Murphys finished telling her plan, she would almost immediately refuse.

Because of what Murphys did, it means that the empire will face two enemies at the same time.

"You are crazy."

Lilith is very clear about what war means-more taxes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ more casualties, and a poor national strength for several years is a small problem.

"Not so pessimistic," Murphys said. "I wouldn't instigate anything to instigate anything. I don't want to learn that the voodoo group destroys themselves to achieve others. The melee in this area won't let Byzantium become a victim. Be assured of siege targets."

"You can't make a guarantee." Lilith is not a fool and bluntly said: "If war can be explained and predicted in a few words, then it is not war but play."

"Whether you help me or not, the difference is not that great, maybe it just gives you a psychological preparation in advance."

In the end, Murphy showed a showdown directly. He wouldn't worry about Lilith telling the military. The group of people believed it or not. The important thing was whether they could do it.

"You have this ability?"

Lilith finally gave in.

"As long as you believe me."

This was the last sentence before Murphys left.