"Death, death, death!" the short man in black, known as Hughes, screamed exaggeratedly, "I must be cursed, by that damn man! Everything I saw was an illusion, you are scared
If you don’t defeat me——!”
He exploded into a ball of shadow with a bang, and then divided into eight seemingly identical parts, each of which fled away in different directions.
The silver-haired woman stretched out her left hand. The silver-white lines outline the shape of a long staff, with a cross-shaped ring at one end, symbolizing the tolerance and justice of the Lord of Light.
She waved her long staff and drew a circle on the ground. Silver light spread from the outside of it, and within a moment it caught up with the scattered black shadows, trapping them and dragging them back to the silver-haired woman with ease.
There was another bang, and the seven shadows exploded and disappeared, and the last one turned back into a frustrated Itite.
"Why is it like this every time!" He said aggrievedly, and repeated it again, "It's like this every time! I'm not a sandbag being thrown around!"
For some reason, even though the two of them had been quarreling since they met, Elena couldn't feel the hostility between them. Instead, it felt like... a very familiar feeling of fighting between friends, mixed with some unexplainable feelings.
"Okay, Hughes, let's be serious." Helenthia shook her head and ignored the Yit people's tricks. "What are you doing? Did Cullen tell you?"
"You can say no!... But I can guess more than half of it." Hughes coughed twice and straightened his expression, "He just wants to use this method to enhance the influence of the "Lord of Heaven" on the mainland.
That’s all.”
"Preaching can be done in many ways to show the power of gods, but this is just the crudest one." The silver-haired woman curled her lips, then raised her hand and waved, "Come here, little Elena, and the brave one."
Young man."
Elena took two deep breaths, held Grott's hand, and slowly walked down the mound to the two of them. The young man seemed a little scared, looked at Hughes and Hylanthia carefully, and stood with his head lowered.
Behind the girl.
"You see, she is a very good example." Helencia happily stuck to the girl's side, "You must have heard of the name of the traveling nun who brings light, right?"
Hughes nodded reluctantly.
"And, judging from what you just said, he wants to make these undead creatures obey his control." The silver-haired woman asked, "How long ago did he start trying this?"
"A month ago." Hughes whispered softly, "He wanted to combine the advantages of the Lord of Heaven's 'Undead' and the wizard's 'Puppet of the Dead' to create a helper that is both powerful and obedient." It.
The person shrugged, "But he is too stupid, and it is still a mess - I heard him say that if it still doesn't work, he will use other methods, but I don't know what those are!"
"As for why I helped him." Hughes seemed to know what the silver-haired woman wanted to ask, so he continued to answer, "Don't you think if it really succeeds, what a powerful force it will be!"
He rubbed his hands excitedly, "The Yit people don't care about the revenge of the dead. If 'he' comes back here, this will be the key to our victory!"
"It was wrong from the beginning to let power be in the hands of that kind of person." Helencia sighed, "Promise me, Hughes, you won't let him do anything too extreme."
Hughes took two steps back, looked at the silver-haired woman seriously, and shook his head.
"I can't guarantee that." He said, "You also know that sometimes, I will do some excessive things. And, in my opinion-"
"Fister, Irene, old man Fanka, and you are the ones who have done the most outrageous thing!" The Yit man raised his head and shouted, his face a little pale under the light, "This time, I won't
I will listen to you again!"
He turned into a black shadow, fled backwards quickly, and was submerged in the darkness in an instant. Hylanthia did not stop him.
"He...is your friend, right, Sister Yinyue?" Elena walked to the silver-haired woman and asked in a low voice.
"Yeah." Helencia turned around and looked at the direction in which the Yit people left, "And ah, that guy once pursued me."
"Hey?" The girl suddenly became interested, "Then have you promised him?"
"Is it considered an agreement?" The silver-haired woman answered her with a smile, "But something happened later, and the agreement at that time does not count."
The silver-haired woman's voice was as relaxed and soft as ever, but the girl seemed to see a hint of unknown loss behind her smiling face.
She wanted to open her mouth to comfort her, but she didn't know what to say - in terms of strength and experience, the silver-haired woman far surpassed her. So she gently hugged the silver-haired woman's arm and felt the warmth on her body.
"Fortunately you are here...I almost thought I was going to die." She said softly, "But...I didn't let you down, did I, Sister Yinyue?"
"Of course." Helencia touched her head and showed a satisfied smile, "It would be better to say that little Elena has grown up."
…
The three of them rested there for a while, and then returned to Glock's tribe.
They first visited the cemetery again to confirm that no other graves had been damaged, and then headed to the home of the Night Owl tribe.
On the way, Elena and the boy described the group of people they met to the silver-haired woman, and she gave the answer after thinking for a while.
"Well...it's not necessarily a good thing, nor is it a bad thing that happens immediately? In short, if you go back and take a look, you should know~"
Facing the rising sun, the three of them walked into the tribal camp where a new day was busy. Different from when they left, Elena vaguely felt that there seemed to be a tense atmosphere in the tribe.
The strong men are taking care of the spears and hunting bows around them, which are not only their hunting equipment, but also can be used as tools for killing. The women set up the fire and roasted a kind of food called 'Casper'.
, dry food that is easy to carry for a long time. Elena grabbed Grott's hand, walked towards Aunt Kuya who was busy, and asked her if anything happened this morning.
"Ah, that's right." Kuya answered her excitedly, "The Frostwolf tribe has conveyed the empire's will to select strong warriors to join the coalition. Those who can obtain military exploits may also be selected by the empire to join the guard!" She said while
He spoke and continued kneading the dough with his hands, "Glock, go clean it up quickly. Haven't you always wanted to be a great warrior?"
The young man agreed, lowered his head, and tried to withdraw the hand held by Elena. The hand did not let go.
"Aunt Kuya." The girl asked softly, neither anxious nor happy, "What does the empire plan to do by recruiting coalition forces?"
"I don't know about that." The woman answered her, then remembered something, and added with a smile, "You came here from the Theocracy, right? Don't worry, it should have nothing to do with you. After all, the Empire and you are..." She
After thinking for a moment, he said, "Allies."
"Glock, do you want to go?" Elena turned to ask the boy.
The young man bit his lip and hummed softly.
"Then, come on~" She let go of the boy's hand and watched him disappear into the low vaulted house.
She couldn't say she cared much about this young man she had known for only a day. Like the people she had met in various tribes before, the two met by chance and then went their separate ways, most likely never crossing paths again.
She returned to Hylancia, looked at the busy tribesmen, and asked her question.
"Sister Yinyue, is this... a good thing for them?"
Helenthia touched her head again, and then put her slender hands on her shoulders.