The dim candlelight spread along the direction of the curtain, and at the end of the light was a beauty that seemed to be carved from ice. The face that emerged from the darkness was like an ice fairy described in mythology, but the straight nose and chin seemed to be
Carved with a chisel, every line is very clear. She was looking at a young man in front of her, and a faint blue light occasionally flashed in the depths of her eyes. The young man was sitting on a gray wooden box.
, was sullen and frowning, holding his cheek with one hand and supporting his elbow on his thigh, unconsciously grinding the glass fragments scattered in the dust with his polished riding boots.
The sharp fragments sparkled in the candlelight, like pearls in the gravel.
"Greta, you seem very impatient?" The woman's voice seemed to come from under the abyss of nightmare, like a biting ice wind blowing by, freezing everything in its path, and sending out a rustle that would make the hairs of mortals stand on end.
The crisp sound of rustling. But the young man called Greta is not a mortal. To be precise, he is a dead person. Dead people cannot feel cold because they have no body temperature at all. Hearing this question,
Greta raised her head and stared at the Banshee King with beating, crimson soul fire like surging blood plasma.
He then showed an elegant smile. This smile was even worse than the smile on the face of the most gentle gentleman among mankind, but it appeared out of place on a face that was bloodless, cold and stiff.
But it doesn’t make people feel weird at all. Instead, it makes people feel like they are in the spring breeze. “It’s not like you don’t know. Ms. Arvite, I never wanted to come to this ungrateful place from the beginning. People often say
The undead are the most tasteless. Because they always stay in those lifeless places, and this place is a hundred times more tasteless than the least tasteful undead. I would like to ask, wouldn't you feel bored staying in a place like this?" Future Mada
Ra's Imperial Sword, the man known as the strongest swordsman after Darus spread his hands and asked.
"I'm neither bored nor not bored. That kind of thing means nothing to me, but I know it's not this you're worried about. It's the person you're about to meet." Arvette replied coldly.
road.
"Yes, because he is the owner of this place. The person who can be more terrifying than a place that is a hundred times more tasteless than the most tasteless undead is the owner of this place. I hope he will never return it for his own.
If you are complacent about your masterpiece, it would be even more terrifying."
"Actually, you have nothing to worry about. I have met that man. Before he died, we had a chance encounter. At that time, he was just a mortal, but his bloodline was nobler. He was a Miner.
, nothing more.”
"How many years have you lived, ma'am?"
"I thought you should ask, how many years have you been dead—"
"Okay. Pretend I didn't say anything." The young man was helpless and then asked, "Have you really seen that person?"
Arvert nodded: "About one thousand two hundred years ago, I met him once in Yas Bay. But at that time we were in a hurry, but I knew who he was, but he didn't know who I was.
"
"What was he like at that time? Is he as scary as the rumors say?"
"Could it be that you are afraid of him?" the Banshee King asked.
"Don't you think I'm not scared when you look like this?" Greta was slightly startled, and couldn't help but lower her head to check her appearance, wanting to know where she was acting wrong.
"You look scared. But the undead can't feel real fear——"
"Failure." The young man sighed: "He is a prophet. He witnessed the demise of the empire with his own eyes. For a thousand years, he watched the decline of his tribe, being expelled, being forgotten by Martha, and watching the past
All the glory disappeared invisible, and the wind and sand buried the relics of an era behind the history, but he remained indifferent. Didn't he have power? No, according to legend, he had the ability to destroy the heaven and the earth. In Mardos,
His status is second only to the Dragon of Darkness, no, maybe even higher, but it is not known to others. As long as he takes action, the four sages have no chance of winning, but he is indifferent. What is he thinking?
"
"What are you thinking about?" Arvette glanced at Greta in surprise: "These things have nothing to do with you."
"I'm thinking that such a person must be guarding a secret that can answer all the answers. Doesn't the person who asked us here prove this?" Greta said enthusiastically.
"I thought your curiosity wasn't so strong."
"It's boring, ma'am, but I admire your silence."
The Banshee Queen stared at the dead man with her blue eyes until the latter flinched.
"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't say it. Anyway, I think someone like you who has lived for a thousand or hundreds of years will definitely not know everything," Greta said helplessly: "But I have always been
Thinking about a question, countries should have seen some corresponding things during the war sixty years ago. How come they can remain indifferent until now? Did something happen during this period that even we don’t know about?
?”
"What?"
"I mean," Greta suddenly stood up and gestured: "Don't you think this looks outrageous?"
Arvert looked at this man in confusion.
Greta scratched her hair, which was as messy as hay, and explained: "Why didn't they solve the matter at once and leave all the conflicts to explode today? I mean Her Majesty the Queen of Cruz, I
If I remember correctly, the Dragon Clan and the Buga people should have been present during the Second Holy War. They could have handled the matter perfectly, but they chose to be indifferent and even contributed to the development of the situation. If it weren't for them, where would we be today?
Her Majesty the Queen?"
Arvette frowned slightly, as if she had no interest in this. "Maybe they are happy to see the results, maybe they are also confused. You have to understand that since a thousand years ago, the Four Holy Temples have stood for justice.
On the one hand, this kind of justice is by no means the justice preached in words. It is not hypocritical hypocrisy. If they cannot stand on this point, they will lose their morality, just like the Temple of Fire today - whether it is Protestantism
They are still priests and bishops of the old religion. They can still perform magical arts and gain power from the Golden Flame Way. This shows that the moral principles in their hearts are not skewed. They just have different stances."
"You seem to know their teachings very well?" Greta's eyes lit up, as if she had discovered a new world.
But Arvite shook her head impatiently and said in denial: "If you witness the history of these four temples from the birth to today, you will understand more."
Greta looked uglier than crying: "Madam, although I understand that you are qualified to say this, but can you not always use this as an argument. It hurts my self-confidence - experience and experience can make a person
You have become extremely wise, and years and time have not left any traces on you, but have only increased your glory and charm. I know this is very enviable, but if you always show off like this, I won't be able to stand it.
of."
In response to Greta's clichés, Arvette said nothing, apparently already accustomed to this young man's way of speaking.
The latter did not get a response from her. But he was not discouraged at all and continued: "But I agree with one of your opinions. Maybe they are also confused. But if Her Majesty the Queen is the destined hero, then what do they have to be confused about?
What about?"
"Some things didn't happen, and no one can say whether they were right or wrong——"
"That means there is another possibility?"
The Banshee King suddenly turned around and asked coldly: "What exactly do you want to say?"
"It's nothing," Greta smiled slightly: "It's just a statement. Having said that, you should have seen those real heroes, such as the four sages. Ms. Arvert?"
"Almost, at that time, I had heard some legends about them, but I had never actually met them."
"Where is the Fire King?"
"He is quite special. That young man is full of infinite possibilities. Those bards used miracles to describe his life, which is quite appropriate."
"So, the Lord of Fire is indeed a legend," Greta asked again: "Ms. Arvite, do you think there is anyone in this world who can truly foresee the future?"
"There is one where you are."
"No," Greta shook her head and said, "That person's prediction of the future is nothing more than a revelation. The prophet can see strange and bizarre scenes from the revelation. These scenes are messy, but they are just a corner of the future.
That's all, they can see these fragments, but they can't change it. What I'm saying is, if someone can see the future and change what happens -"
"Unless the person you are talking about is a god, it is said that in ancient times, only the people of the gods had such abilities." Arvite replied coldly.
After hearing these words, Greta stopped talking and lowered her head in deep thought. After a short while, a huge dusty door in front of the two people suddenly made a muffled creaking sound, and then slowly walked toward
Opened on both sides, there is no one behind the giant door, as if it has self-awareness and automatically welcomes guests from afar.
Both Arvette and Greta raised their heads at the same time and saw an old man with a stooped body slowly walking out of the darkness behind the door. The old man was wearing a robe and holding an ordinary wooden stick.
The lamp was trembling along the way, like a candle in the wind. The lamp would run out at any moment. But when Tariq saw him, he could not help but stand in awe. Some people are sung in legends, but some people are legends themselves.
Just like the person in front of me, as early as an era ago, his stories were as numerous as stars in Warnd. His name, whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, is enough to make anyone think of him.
Heartbroken.
Although it was just the name of an extremely ordinary Min'er person, it didn't even need to be described in words before it echoed loudly in the darkness.
Even Greta couldn't help but lower her head deeply and bow in salute under the gaze of those agate-like eyes.
But only Arvette still stood tall and proud.
…
The sun's brilliance streaked across the sky west of Metz, and did not stay on its original trajectory for a moment because of anyone's attention. It was like a blazing meteor, falling towards the sea and sky in the west of the mainland at an irreversible speed.
The end of the world. When a certain fixed moment passes, the silver forest land is no longer sunny, but is dyed with a layer of light red glow. The dusk is clearly visible in the western sky, and the stars are like diamond powder.
On the light purple sunset background.
The knights of the White Legion were escorting the undead army on its last journey through the Golden Needle Valley. Knight Commander Ma Ruoli looked up at the sky. The time was just right. Although the valley was already deserted, the mountain people had already continued to migrate north.
The south side of Wallach has firmly attracted the attention of the incompetent nobles of Port Fatan, but no one wants to spend the night in this forest full of weird legends, especially accompanied by such a large pile of bones.
.
Although they are indeed the bravest knights, most of the legends in this forest come from the chilling stories of the mountain people. Those legends come from the previous era, and every word is full of awe-inspiring mystery.
He raised his hand and gestured to the knights around him - ahead was the last section of the valley. The gently undulating ridge formed a narrow pass. It was the most complex terrain here and was also very suitable for setting up an ambush.
Although this place had been deserted for a long time, out of a cautious nature, he felt it would be safer to send out scouts to investigate according to Cruz's military regulations.
Marjorie understood this deeply. The reason why the Duke chose him to carry out this important task was because he liked his cautious temperament. This kind of character is too indecisive for a commander.
But in the current situation, it was just right. Anyway, he never thought that he would be promoted to a higher level. Knight Commander was already a relatively satisfactory position for him among the imperial military ranks.
The knights were all his personal guards, and they quickly understood what he meant, and set off on horseback. Majorie noticed that when the earth-walking dragon passed through the forest, it did not startle any birds. This was not a good sign, and it also made him deeply sad.
He frowned deeply.
Sure enough, just a moment later, he heard a roar from his own bodyguard, followed by the roar of men and horses. With years of marching experience, he could even distinguish the sound of arrows piercing the air.
"There's an ambush!"
The knight's voice and the voice in his head rang at the same time.