There were cheers and prayers all around, and the people in the fortress sang the name of Mother Mal, praising her love and strength. Then they hugged each other, rejoicing in this unexpected victory.
Although the fortress sustained considerable damage and suffered many casualties, it survived - at the hands of a swarm of dragons.
There seemed to be footsteps approaching him, and a slightly anxious inquiry. The young knight closed his eyes. His mother's love enveloped him, making him no longer cold.
…
A beam of light penetrated the closed eyelids and shone into Cole's pupils. He moved his eyelids slightly and wanted to raise his hand to block it, but found that it had no effect.
So he turned his face sideways and tried to open his eyes.
The surrounding area is no longer the cold city wall, but a green hut. Everything in the house, even the walls and roof, are made of wooden boards and vines. They have not been cut or planed, and there is not a trace of artificial traces. They are profound and profound.
Shining and moist, full of natural flavor, as if you are still alive.
Cole propped up his body with his other hand, and his palm sank into the fluffy and soft mattress. It felt more comfortable than the best hotel he had ever stayed in. He slowly took a breath of fresh air and recalled the 'nightmare' before waking up.
, turned his head and looked at the position of his right arm.
There was only a mass of melted flesh and half of the blackened arm bone. But the weakness and pain no longer existed. Cole tried to clench his left fist and felt that his body's strength was as strong as before, even better than before.
"He is indeed dead." He raised his head and chuckled to himself, "It's good to be able to come to my mother's side, but it's a pity that I'm disabled - and I can't drink with you anymore, Rogers."
The door of the wooden house opened inward, and the two people walked in side by side and quickly came to him.
"That's wrong." said the woman among them. Her skin was wheat-colored and her strong arms were exposed. She looked like a warrior. Cole's eyes passed over her open and closed lips and landed on the pair of canines above her head.
On both ears, "It was Femir who saved you. Didn't you mean to say that he is your mother?"
Of course not. His mother's figure is still engraved in his mind, and he will never forget it in this life. But the woman's words touched a certain vague memory, and Cole searched hard in his mind until another person spoke in a low voice.
"I know your mother." The hoarse voice made the young knight turn his attention and look at the figure in black robe, "Tiana Weiss Marr, the current "Lord of the Earth", is also the "Lord of the Earth".
"Black Crow" is a god believed in."
Under the black hood was a thin and withered face, and pupils dancing with green flames. Cole lowered his gaze, staring at the other party's firewood-like fingers, and suddenly realized where his sense of familiarity came from.
"Your name is... Fimir." He murmured, "According to legend... the man who used the dragons to destroy the White Tower family." He turned his gaze to the woman, "And you... are..."
"September." The woman answered him simply, and the content was as expected, "If you want to say that the white wolf that the imperial army saw with the dragon was us?"
In other words, those who instigated the dragons to attack the New Sunset Castle were probably the two people in front of them - which explained why they were at the scene. But in this way, another problem became more obvious.
"...Why do you want to save me?"
"Because I need your knowledge." The black-robed wizard said calmly, "Rumors, doctrines, classics, and magical arts... everything about "Black Crow" and your mother, Tiana."
Cole's movements froze for a second, and then he shook his head vigorously.
"Don't be ridiculous!" He stared at the pair of leaping green flames, feeling courage surge from his heart, "You devils who bring destruction, don't expect anything from me! If you have evil intentions towards "Black Crow", mother
I will destroy you with my own hands, just like that dragon!"
The black-robed wizard looked at him without saying a word. The young knight stretched his hand to his waist, but there was no dagger there. He clenched his fist and wanted to hammer the thin face, but suddenly the sight of September changed in front of him.
face.
"You'd better not mess around." The female warrior stared at him coldly, pressing the knuckles of her left fist, "If you want to kill you, or make your life worse than death, Fimir - there are at least hundreds of them.
Is there any way?"
"There is no need for this, September." The black-robed wizard gently stroked the woman's shoulder and stood back in front of Cole. "I may not be an enemy, young Black Crow Knight." He raised his hand and pointed to his chest,
"You should have seen that Tiana Weiss Marr was seriously injured. She may not be able to avoid the fate of death by herself."
A voice told him that everything the man in black robe said was a lie, and he couldn't believe a word. But his mother's figure instinctively flashed before his eyes - a black dress as calm as the night, a pale and loving face, and a thorny face.
The azure fragments that entered the chest.
As a believer in Mal, Cole could sense that it was indeed not the power of his mother.
"I probably know the cause of the matter." Fimmel slowly narrated, as if mentioning a distant legend, "More than a hundred years ago, Alex Anderson Ada had a fight with your mother. As
In the end, Alex died, and Ada's magic became history. Part of his power was embedded in Tiana's body, always eroding her body, and vowing to lead her to destruction together."
There weren't many flaws in this sentence, or even if there were, the young knight couldn't tell. He opened his mouth, and the courage in his heart turned into worry, "Then... what can you do?"
The black-robed wizard looked at him calmly, his expression somewhat solemn.
"The position of Edda is still vacant. If I become the "Lord of Heaven", I can take back the power that belongs to Edda. Your mother will also be saved from falling." He said gently, "For this, I need sufficient resources.
Knowledge and preparation. If you want to save Tiana, we have the same goal."
Cole felt like his mind was in a mess, and his chest was filled with anxiety. All kinds of intelligence, rumors, and sightings were so intertwined that it was difficult to distinguish between hypocrisy and truth.
"My wish has never been to bring destruction, but to make the world a true paradise." Fimir lowered his head and put his hand on his chest, like a devout believer, "Each divine envoy can only inherit the power of one god.
Don’t worry about me hurting her.”
The black-robed wizard turned around and walked towards the door with the female swordsman, "If you can make the right choice, I'll wait."
The door closed softly. Cole stared at the gray-green wooden door and the bunch of curly ivy hanging from the side. He did not move for a long time. Then he lay back on the bed. The voice in his heart still had not made a decision.
I want to wait a little longer, at least until he wakes up again.
Because only at this moment, he can still believe that he is innocent and sleep peacefully.