“Maybe, but its not in our hands.”
“What do you mean?”
The knight pointed to the following: “Cultist.”
“Hah, you mean the rabbits we just slaughtered?-But thats just a coincidence. Why do you suspect these people?”
“Not a coincidence,” the knight replied, “I called up the dossiers of the temple and found that their activities in Eruin were much more frequent than we thought.”
“so what?”
“Do you remember where we were fifteen years ago?”
Viscount Borg-Nessons face changed.
He seemed to recall that nightmare, endless hunting, walking on the edge of death, poisoning, framing, all kinds of conspiracy and tricks, and doing everything. That nightmare happened to Cruz, and it was probably one of the least reluctant experiences in his life.
“You mean East Metz?”
“The shepherd kept a well-organized branch there, which is extremely rare in other places. I carefully checked the local history of the Metz area for thirty years and found that the activities of the cultists there and Egypt Luin is very similar. “
“What does this mean?”
“Do you remember what they were looking for?”
“You mean those weird stones?”
“That stone piece flowed out of Alkash. The specific time was thirty years ago.”
Borg-Nesson seemed to be pricked with his feet: “Why didnt you say that earlier? Did anyone bring something else out of the temple, and others have entered the underground temple, except for ours? Besides, how is this possible? “
The Cavaliers did not answer this question.
Borg-Nesson scratched his hair: “Why didnt you tell Her Royal Highness at that time, maybe the stone piece would not have been taken away by the shepherd one step earlier, and now those guys may have fled north to Fa. Enzan, what shall we do? “
“You havent thought about why the shepherd could still get the news one step ahead in that situation. Only me, you, and Her Royal Highness knew about the action?” The knight asked.
“Do you doubt her Royal Highness?”
“I suspect the black dragons around her.”
Borg-Neson was silent: “Do you think those stones will be clues?”
“Its just a possibility.” The Cavaliers replied, “Also, those stones dont exist alone. There should be another one in Metz. The rest is in Eruin.”
“In Alluin?” Borg Nesson screamed in a low voice. “How do you know for sure?”
“Where did the cultists tell me, did I stop talking?”
Borg Nesson frowned: “I know that there are two stones in Metz, and the arrested shepherd acknowledged it. But its just your guess about Eruin, just by virtue of This is confirmed by the frequency of cult activities here. Isnt it too hasty? “
“Did the clues we investigated also point to Eruin?”
Borg Naison was silent.
“This is not good news, this time there is no Her Royal Highness behind us.”
“Bad news is better than no news.”
“But this time we are more prepared than last time.”
“Well, lets imagine, that is to say, they may have followed the Holy Light Sword from the era of the predecessor Aike-it is not surprising, after all, these people are the pawns of the dusk dragon. But The question is, “said Bogue-Nesson.” What shall we do? “
“Its very simple. Since the cultists spend more time than us, we will find clues from them,” the Knight replied.
Borg Nesson looked at him in shock.
After a while, he slowly sighed, “You are such a genius, my friend …”
“But it can be dangerous.”
“How can Lord Marshals servant knights and students be afraid of danger?” Borg-Nesson replied, “I see that your approach works, why dont we divide the work now?”
“How to divide the work?”
Viscount Berge-Nesson continued: “The cults operating in Eruin are mainly the Oneness and the Shepherd, and the two organizations are in opposition to each other, so we better investigate them separately. . I have a preliminary idea, everything will be given to you, and the shepherd will give it to me— “
The knight looked up and silently glanced at his companion: “Borg, although everything is better at camouflage, the shepherd is much more organized, according to the strength of the two of us-”
“Hold on,” Borg-Nesson quickly interrupted him. “Im an adult student, you have to make me do something, right?”
The knight was silent for a moment and nodded.
Alluins setting sun was slowly sinking below the Grahar Mountains, and darkness gradually engulfed the earth.
But the stars have risen, shining in the night sky.
The Lionheart Divine Sword was born in the age of the predecessor Eke.
Seven hundred years later, the sword was once again held in the hands of the Queen of Lions Hearts—
Antitina stared silently at the sword in her hand.
Since this holy sword is no longer able to carry the ideal to bring light to this kingdom, at least it cannot let its power be in the hands of the Sasardes and lead this ancient kingdom to destruction.
Born to the sages, it established this kingdom of glory and vows.
Then its destruction may be destined to give people last hope.
The cycle of history ends here.
The sword was born because of Shifah, and it died because of Shifah.
Holding the sword, she decided to fulfill the promise with this ancient surname.
She raised her sword, a smile of consolation on her face.
Lifting his head, his bright eyes seemed to be a sword light, straight into the despicable traitor.
Macaroo stepped back subconsciously.
“what are you doing!?”
“Let it go!”
Sadr Witch has realized that something is wrong.
Suddenly he struck out from his own position, and his pale hands were hooked like claws. There was a word in his mouth, and a purple electric light shot out of the necklace on his chest.
But the power of the sword has been incorporated into the bloodline of the Shifah family.
In the dark pupil of Miss Staff, the hands of time are slowing down.
She saw the traitors wide eyes, and the muscles on her face went from slack to tense, and then slowly opened her mouth to reveal the teeth inside—every detail was barely visible, and his hand was like a dying old man Lift it up slowly and block it a little bit on your chest. This simple movement has gone on for a century.
The Sadr witch spread his five fingers, and the lightning flashed out from his fingertips. It was not like fast light, but more like overturned paint. The purple and silver mixed together slowly penetrated the canvas, an inch. Move forward an inch.
The whole world seemed to freeze.
Antitina saw the chair hit by the witch as if suspended in mid-air, all four feet of the chair left the ground and tilted slowly in mid-air. A book called “Manowell Botany” was lifted off the table and landed on the ground in a visible trajectory, slowly progressing to the extreme.
Then she lowered her sword behind her.
The sword in his hand slowly moved backwards, and then drew an arc from bottom to top. When the arc was reset, the sword flew out of his hand.
Macaroo didnt respond at all.
Sadr the witchs mouth closed one by one, but suddenly stopped, the fury on his face turned into a little shock, the movement of his hand stopped-a bright incandescent line reflected in his eyes, Passed by him.
Macaroo didnt respond at all.
That second was divided into countless moments.
But there was only a white man howling through the center of the room.
Break through Macaros chest without hindrance—
Time returned to normal flow.
Sadr the Witch turned his head, watching the pure and immaculate sword light in front of him, slitting Makaro. The traitor didnt even have time to mourn, and the expression of terror, unwillingness, pain and regret was fixed at the last moment, and then melted into a white flame.
Some people would have had the opportunity to survive forever and become another person remembered by Alluin.
But he chose another path.