In fact, when Allen asked the believers to leave and faced the descending angel Uriel alone, Isabella had a strange intuition in her heart
She felt that although Allen acted calmly, he actually did not have the confidence to defeat Uriel.
During the time spent with Allen, Isabella could observe that the envoy was a devout person who could always seize every opportunity to spread faith and establish prestige for the Dark Temple.
But at the same time, the Lord Messenger is also a proud person. In front of others, especially in front of believers, he always behaves calmly and will never show his confusion, vulnerability, lack of confidence and other emotions.
Because of this, Isabella felt that the reason why Allen gave up this perfect opportunity to establish his authority today and told the believers to leave in a stern tone was because he did not want the believers to see his embarrassment after failure.
Now that the messenger has won, he has yet to return to the team.
This made Isabella suspect that the outcome of this battle might not be a complete victory for the envoy, but a loss for both sides.
"Messengers... are also human beings..."
Unknowingly, Isabella's words echoed in Isabella's mind again.
Since the messenger is also a mortal, will he be in danger when he faces an angel?
The more Isabella thought about it, the more it seemed possible.
When the bright moon was in the sky, she could no longer restrain the worry in her heart.
After she gave medicine to the unconscious high priest Delphi, she gently kissed the high priest's forehead and covered him with a quilt.
Then, she put on her cloak and left her residence in Castle Greyhawk with light steps.
At this moment, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke has grandly occupied the palace of the Greyhawk Kingdom, and at the same time handed over the city hall and the original Poseidon Church to the Dark Temple. Looking at his excited look, he looks like a little fart sharing a birthday cake.
child.
Isabella used "dark illusion" to turn herself into a soldier patrolling at night, and walked out of the gate of Castle Greyhawk without disturbing anyone.
After all, if the messenger's stay at night is really because of some secret plan, then he certainly doesn't want too many people to be alerted and watch him like monkeys in a circus.
Then, Isabella quietly left the hill where Greyhawk Castle was located along the road she came from, and came to the battlefield under the hill.
Today, after the Greyhawk Kingdom's defenders surrendered, the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke couldn't wait to move into Castle Greyhawk before he could send anyone to clean up the battlefield.
At this time, the battlefield was still littered with corpses, each corpse reflecting a pale light in the cold moonlight.
When night fell, although the air was filled with chill, the smell of blood still lingered for a long time.
Isabella thought for a moment, and then walked towards the place where Allen had a decisive battle with the advent angel Uriel earlier.
A few minutes later, she saw Allen.
Allen was just like an ordinary corpse at this moment, lying in a pool of blood, his eyes were closed tightly, there was no color on his face, and he looked like a pale snowman.
Seeing such a scene, Isabella couldn't help but exclaimed.
But she quickly covered her mouth and forced herself to calm down.
"He is the messenger," she repeated in her mind over and over again, "nothing can happen to him."
Then, Isabella knelt on one knee beside him, stretched out a hand and put it on the tip of his nose.
Fortunately, I'm still breathing.
Isabella breathed a sigh of relief immediately.
She was glad that the messenger was still alive, but fell into a coma due to overdraft of strength.
Obviously, she guessed correctly that the descending angel Uriel was very powerful. Even the messenger would have to pay a high price to defeat him.
Her first reaction at this time was to go back to Greyhawk City immediately, find someone to help, and ask them to carry the unconscious Lord Messenger back on a stretcher, and then let the doctor Sean Derek from the Dark Temple come to check the Lord Messenger at this time
status.
But she immediately rejected the idea.
Because she knew that the Iron-Blooded Duke's army was by no means monolithic.
They are not like the original team of the Black Temple, who believe in the God of Darkness wholeheartedly, and are willing to fight for their faith at all costs.
They only attached themselves to the messenger and formed a temporary alliance because of their interest relationship.
In fact, they all have their own agendas.
Even the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke himself, although he claimed to be a "devout believer of the God of Darkness", actually almost never went to worship in front of the statue of the god.
Not to mention the duke's vassals with different ideas.
Isabella also knew that after several previous battles, whether in the Dark Temple or in the army under the Iron-Blooded Duke, Lord Messenger had become an invincible myth.
As long as the messenger stays in the army, no matter how powerful the enemy is, there is nothing to fear.
Naturally, those young people in the army who harbor evil intentions do not dare to act rashly.
It can be said that the Lord Messenger maintains the cohesion of this army with his own strong strength.
The messenger is the link of this army.
Isabella could imagine that if the group of people in Castle Greyhawk saw the unconscious envoy and saw the envoy's undefeated myth collapse, their awe would be greatly reduced.
The authority established by the Dark Temple will gradually collapse.
This fragile alliance may also fall apart.
Those with evil intentions may also be tempted to take action because of the Lord Messenger's temporary coma.
Isabella didn't want to see this happen.
She didn't want the messenger's hard work to be ruined.
And with the pride of the Messenger, he certainly does not want his followers to witness his fragile appearance.
Thinking of the messenger's lonely back when facing the angel alone, she sighed softly, put his arm on her shoulders, and helped him up with difficulty.
However, she supported him and walked in the opposite direction to Greyhawk Castle under the cold moonlight.
"Sir, when you wake up, we will go back," Isabella whispered in Allen's ear, "I hope you don't blame me for taking matters into my own hands."
Because Allen was unconscious, Isabella stopped and walked, walking extremely slowly.
As the moon gradually set in the west, they finally arrived at the other side of the battlefield, walking on the solidified blood.
On the other side of the battlefield is the steep terrain of the Heredal Valley.
The woods here are lush and the environment is complex. Isabella believes that if they hide in, no one will be able to find them again.
When Isabella helped Allen climb the hillside, she wanted to complain in her heart, "Mr. Messenger, you are so heavy."
Then she suddenly realized that this sentence was a blasphemy against the gods and the messenger, so she immediately stopped the idea and changed it to "Great God of Darkness, I ask you to protect the messenger and let him wake up as soon as possible."
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About half an hour later, the two of them climbed halfway up a mountain.
There is a low cave here. The entrance is blocked by dense shrubs, making it particularly hidden.
At this time, Isabella was exhausted, her legs were sore and painful, and she couldn't use any strength at all; but the soles of her feet felt like they were stepping on pins and needles, and there were bursts of sharp pain from time to time.
She took a deep breath, pushed aside the bushes with one hand, and dragged the unconscious Allen into the low cave with the other.
The moonlight slanted through the branches and leaves of the shrubs, casting mottled light and shadow in the cave.
Panting, Isabella moved Alan to a slightly flat boulder and covered him with his own blood-stained cloak to prevent him from catching cold.
Isabella herself sat in the corner opposite the cave, holding her knees with her hands, preparing to take a nap and rest for a while.
Extreme fatigue poured into her mind from all parts of her body, trying to swallow her consciousness completely.
However, at this moment, she suddenly heard a sound coming from outside, first the sound of metal colliding, and then the sound of a person's voice.
"Miss Isabella, are you here?" The voice was panting, sounding rough and tired. Isabella guessed that it should be a soldier in the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke's army.
Hearing this voice, Isabella felt very annoyed.
She never expected that just now she was so worried about the messenger's condition that she didn't pay attention to whether anyone was following her.
Because Isabella didn't answer for a long time, the voice continued: "Miss Isabella, I know you are here, and I also know that the messenger is with you. Come back to Greyhawk City with me quickly.
, given the current situation of the messenger, what he needs is a doctor's treatment, not sleeping in the wild mountains."
After saying that, Isabella heard a "swishing" sound from the bushes outside the cave, as if someone was drilling inside.
Isabella stood up suddenly, feeling a chill in her heart, and her sleepiness naturally disappeared without a trace.
Now, the secret of the messenger's injury and coma has been revealed. At least, the soldier who followed her all the way here already knows this secret.
If this soldier returns to Castle Greyhawk and tells the news to the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke and the Duke's group of vassals with their own agendas...
The consequences are disastrous.
So, the moment the soldier entered the cave entrance, Isabella immediately mobilized the power of the gods and used "dark illusion" to turn the soldier wearing armor, holding an ax, with a huge back and a muscular body into a
She has a slender figure, convex front and back, and is as beautiful as a flower, a soft and enchanting beauty.
The soldier looked down and was startled by the changes that happened to him. The ax in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and then he stared at Isabella standing in front with his mouth open.
"Miss Isabella, you...what did you just do to me?" He was wrong, it should have been "she" who asked in a trembling voice.
Under the influence of the "dark illusion", the soldier's originally rough and deep voice became charming and sweet, as if it could melt the hearts of all men in the world.
"I turned you into a woman." Isabella admitted frankly.
"What?" the soldier exclaimed in a delicate voice.
"I turned you into a woman." Isabella repeated the words calmly.
"Why are you doing this?"
After hearing Isabella's confirmation, the soldier was completely panicked. He felt that he could not see anyone, and even had the urge to dig a hole in the ground.
In this soldier's opinion, even if he were to die immediately, he would probably be in a better state than his current state.
If he died here, maybe he could become a hero who resisted power; but after turning into a charming woman, he simply didn't know how he would return to Castle Greyhawk to face the group of brothers in the army who had fought together.
"To prevent you from revealing the secret," Isabella replied with a smile, "With your current appearance, you shouldn't have the courage to go out and meet people, right?"
The soldier nodded.
Not only did he not have the courage to go out and meet people? He even wanted to die.
"But I won't embarrass you," Isabella continued, "As long as you are willing to swear an oath in the presence of the great God of Darkness and promise not to reveal what you saw in the cave today, I will
I will turn you into your original self."
"But the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke asked me not to hide anything."
"There is no 'but'," Isabella stopped the smile on her face and interrupted him coldly, "If you don't agree to my conditions, don't expect me to remove the illusion from you."
The soldier lowered his head and thought for a while.
Isabella's attitude at this time was very serious, and she didn't seem to be joking with him.
In the end, the shame in his heart defeated his loyalty to the Iron-Blooded Grand Duke, and he nodded and agreed: "Okay, I am willing to swear."
"Very good." Isabella smiled again.
Her gentle and friendly attitude at this time was in stark contrast to her cold and frosty look just now, which made the soldier couldn't help but silently comment "devil" in his heart.
Then, the soldier raised his right hand and swore in a serious tone according to Isabella's request: "I, Heyman, hereby swear an oath, and I hope that the great God of Darkness will bear witness for me. I promise that in my lifetime, I will never
Tell anyone what I saw in this cave, even the lord or superior, parents or relatives. If I disobey, my soul will be destroyed immediately."
As soon as he finished speaking, a faint black mist appeared around Soldier Heyman, declaring the oath to be effective.
Therefore, Isabella also very faithfully lifted the "dark illusion" for him and transformed him back to his original appearance.
However, looking at Soldier Heyman's dark, rough, unshaven face, Isabella had to admit that this guy looked more pleasing to the eye after becoming a woman.
"Heyman, there is another rule I forgot to tell you just now," Isabella said. "You are not allowed to leave this cave without my permission."
"No problem." This time, Heyman readily agreed to her request.
After all, he doesn't want to be turned into a woman again.