Knight with Wand

Going downstairs to a dining room in the tower, a beautiful woman with an awkward smile on her face brought breakfast.

A simple spell was used to test that it was not poisonous, and Leon took a few bites. It was really beyond praise. He looked like a person who had never cooked before, and was tossing around in a hurry.

Fortunately, he had eaten raw food that was more difficult to swallow during his escape. He did not pretend to taste the breakfast. After all, it was cooked.

Glancing at the back of the woman who left in a panic, Leon remembered that she was one of the four people rescued yesterday. She was dressed like a wealthy woman, not like a castle maid, but the Ivan family didn't seem to want to see her. This woman was used as a servant to order around.

Not caring about other people's housework and gossip, Leon hurriedly filled his stomach with sausages and fried bread that tasted barely normal, asked the guard where Ivan was, and went to the Lord's Hall with Olivia.

The smell of iron lingered inside and outside the hall, and the sunlight slanted in through the windows and illuminated the hall brightly. The collapsed lampstands and armor hangers were rearranged and put away. The corpses had long been moved away by the soldiers, but there were still residues on the floor that had not been washed clean. of blood.

The innermost lord's throne was still vacant. Leon saw Ivan sitting on a chair under the steps, surrounded by a crowd of people dressed as town officials.

They were probably reporting on the situation in the town, but Leon couldn't hear the content clearly as the Uriyah was chattering so fast.

Seeing that the young knight was in a state of distress, he did not rush forward to disturb him. He turned around and saw another familiar figure also there.

It was the man who claimed to be the leader of the refugees on the city wall yesterday.

The opponent's equipment was completely new than before. Not only was he equipped with leg armor and arm armor, and he was holding a helmet, but he was also followed by several big men who were also well-armored.

Ron also noticed the two people who came in, and immediately took the initiative to lead his men forward, saluted on one knee, and lowered his head to greet: "Good day, noble knight, beautiful and heroic lady knight, I didn't have time to thank you two for saving us yesterday, but , we are all victims of the disaster with nothing, and we currently have no property to repay you.”

"No need to be polite, get up. I have some information that I need to ask you for, so why not take this as reward." Leon raised his hand to signal them to get up.

He found that there was a young follower behind Ron who was carrying a short sword. The boy secretly stared at him, until he met his eyes, he lowered his head in fear and confusion, and his breathing quickened rapidly, appearing very nervous and frightened.

? .Am I terrible?

Leon was confused.

"Please feel free to ask, we will definitely tell you everything we know." Ron assured respectfully.

Leon retracted his gaze, returned his attention to the refugee leader, and continued to inquire about information: "Do you know where the corpses that attacked the town came from?"

Several big refugee men looked at each other, scratching their heads and shaking their heads.

From last year to the present, the heavy taxes, wars, plundering, and famine experienced by the victims have become the most terrifying nightmare that the victims can imagine. Who knows where yesterday’s nightmare that seemed like the end of the world came from.

Only Ron, the leader, hesitated for a moment, and finally answered: "Before the disaster yesterday, we had heard some rumors that there was a disaster coming in the east, and many refugees who tried to go to the border to join the army to survive have not been heard from. I always thought that this rumor was caused by the burning and killing of Uriah and the mercenaries. Now, I don’t know if those evil spirits are related.”

"The disaster in the east? Where is it specifically? Is it the direction of Rolanal?" Leon asked with a solemn expression.

When the other party mentioned the Holy City of Serian, Ron's face couldn't help but twitch, and the purgatory-like scene on earth seemed to come back to his mind.

Remembering what he found when he led his men to clean up the corpses yesterday, he expressed his speculation: "I don't know if the rumor refers to Rolandar, but when I led people to clean up the corpses yesterday, I did find some soldiers who belonged to the king during his lifetime. Look, The coat of arms on those armors and robes, they should have been the troops attacking Rolanar during their lifetimes.

Do you mean that this is the divine punishment that the Serian people prayed to their sun god to impose on Cantadar for conquering the holy land? "

Listening to Ron's conjecture, Leon frowned slightly, suddenly realizing that the other party claimed to be a deserter yesterday, and he couldn't help but tighten his left hand holding the sword grid.

The anger that seemed to arise from the memory of the original owner rushed into Leon's heart.

Olivia turned her head and looked at her lover with her golden eyes that covered her eyes. The girl couldn't hear clearly a series of conversations in Uriyah, but she noticed the subtle changes in Leon's mood.

"You are not a noble, but you recognize the coat of arms of those soldiers? Have you ever joined the army that attacked Rolanar?" Leon asked calmly.

Although Ron didn't want to recall that experience, he still didn't hide it: "Yes, I was an officer under a nearby knight. My master was recruited by the king and died under the city when he attacked Rolannar. Later, I was continued I was incorporated into the siege force until I escaped back to my hometown from the kingdom’s army after the city was breached.”

"Why did you become a deserter?" Leon asked, "Are you timid?"

Ron did not refute, but he also did not mention that he had to become a deserter because of the death penalty because he killed the Overseer and his group who wanted to force him to join the Beastmen.

"I was frightened, not by the mountains of corpses and seas of blood when I was attacked, but by the madness after the city was broken. Everyone went crazy. The miserable scene was nothing more than the hell of Venolis. I couldn't stop it, I can only flee far away in fear.”

Countless poor children about the same age as his own children appeared in his mind, the final tragic situation, and the curses issued by those Serian people in the name of God. Ron's face looked a little sad and regretful: "However, not long after escaping back to his hometown, it was me. At the beginning of the nightmare, the Urians and mercenaries suddenly betrayed and plundered this land. My master's territory was wiped out by blood without waiting for the protection of the king's army. My wife, children and I were almost reduced to slaves. This may be retribution for blaspheming the sun god Cerion."

Ron patted the young follower on the shoulder and said with a wry smile: "If this kid hadn't saved me from half-death with a gold coin, I would have gone with my family long ago."

As soon as the words fell, everyone saw the young man who had always been silent beside him. As if he had gathered enough courage, he suddenly rushed to Ron and knelt down suddenly.

"Please! Lord Knight, please spare Uncle Ron. Please don't kill him! Uncle is not a bad person, please let him go." Brandon's voice was filled with panic and choking, and his head lowered deeply with a loud bang. Hit the floor.

The people present were instantly stunned by this young man's sudden behavior.

Leon frowned. When he guessed Ron's identity just now, he did have a murderous intention, but after understanding the other person's experience, he gave up this idea.

But was his expression just now so revealing?

"Little gold coin? What are you doing?" Ron asked in surprise.

Several strong refugees were suspicious, and the instinct of self-defense made them touch the handle of the knife. However, looking at the griffon knight and the petite Valkyrie who showed great power yesterday, they quickly put their hands down as if they had woken up from a dream.

The commotion here alerted Ivan and the town officials at the other end of the hall, and people from a distance looked over.

Leon bent down and forcibly lifted up the boy who was kneeling and pleading.

"Why do you think I would hurt Ron?" He was curious about the boy's sudden reaction.

"I, I." Brandon tried to tug, but was unable to break free from the other person's hand, so he had to raise his fearful eyes.

"I had a nightmare, dreaming about you. No, no, I dreamed about someone dressed like you, drawing a sword and killing Uncle Ron." Brandon's voice trembled.

He raised his eyes and looked at the knight. If he said that he was just frightened by a nightmare last night, but after hearing the conversation between the two of them that was more and more similar to that in the dream, the young man could no longer hold back, for fear that if he continued to hesitate, the nightmare would come true.

The only difference is that the person who drew his sword and chopped off Uncle Ron's head in the dream was a more ordinary-looking man with brown hair. His eyebrows seemed to be only three points similar to the black-haired knight.

Ron couldn't help but feel something in his heart when he heard Brandon's inexplicable words.

He looked again at the gryphon knight who spoke with a foreign accent, and recalled that the Serian army did use the gryphon pattern as a heraldry on the battlefield.

"Sir, are you a knight of the Kingdom of Serian?" Ron asked tentatively.

Leon let go of the young man's shoulder and looked up at the deserter who escaped from the massacre of Rolanal City. He didn't want to argue with the other party about this issue anymore, so he didn't tell the origin of the original owner: "No, I am a knight of Orland. "

".This kid is a 'prophet'."

Laura's voice suddenly sounded in Leon's mind.

"Are you able to speak?"

Hearing Laura's voice again, Leon quickly asked: "You mean, this kid can predict the future?"

"It's just a prediction, not a prophetic ability that truly peeks into the 'River of Time'. His brain can feel the detailed magic and elemental turbulence in the world, allowing the soul to have the opportunity to connect with the 'Dream of the Swarm' of all creatures in the dream, and glimpse some unknown things." The complete evolution direction and tributaries of all things.

But more importantly, he has the talent to learn magic. Like Corvis, this child is an adaptor of chaos magic. "

With the authoritative certification of Laura, the Dharma King, Leon suddenly became very interested in the boy in front of him.

People with magical talents, according to the northern warlocks, can only find one out of 100,000 or even millions of people.

"Don't panic, you also know that it is a dream and cannot be taken seriously." Leon smiled and comforted the doubtful young man.

When Ron heard that the gryphon knight called himself from Orland, he secretly relaxed his tense body. He was really heartbroken when he lost his loved one a few months ago, but now because Brandon finally regained his strength, he is now responsible for so many people. The responsibility of living is not wanting to simply die.

Then he thought again and shook his head. He sighed to himself that he had believed this kid's nonsense about sleeping with his head covered. He quickly pulled Brandon back and urged: "Stop messing around here. I told you not to follow me but you didn't listen."

If this child hadn't been following him around today, he wouldn't have planned to take him to discuss matters with Knight Ivan.

"Ender, take this kid back to rest." Ron ordered one of his men to drag the young man out who still refused to give up, and immediately apologized to the gryphon knight: "Don't be offended, sir, he just had too many nightmares recently. "

"Sir, what happened?" Ivan walked quickly towards Leon.

"It's just a child who was frightened by what happened yesterday." Leon waved his hand, not wanting to reveal the boy's situation to outsiders. He accidentally touched a rare card on the side of the road. He had to try it in private to see if the other party was willing to be raped. Go home by yourself.

Putting aside the matter for the time being, he continued to verify the rumors he learned from the noble prisoners of war with the refugee leader: "As for the question just now, how much information do you know about Rolanar? When you heard the rumors about the disaster, the Kantardar army was still occupying That city? Or has it been driven back by the Serian forces?"

"Sorry, sir. After I fled back to my hometown, I didn't know anything about what happened in Rolandar." Ron shook his head.

"Your Excellency, do you want to know about the war in the east a few months ago?" Ivan heard the conversation between the two and came to the crowd and asked.

Leon nodded at him.

Ivan then answered honestly: "I have been in Shatai City and don't know much, but the kingdom's eastward expedition army has long withdrawn from the territory of Serian. This is no secret, but the army was very chaotic and hurried when crossing the border, and there were many fewer flags.

And in our county, most of the lords and troops did not return, which gave the group of untrained Uriah wild dogs and mercenary bastards the opportunity to rob everywhere."

Ron, who was standing aside, couldn't help but glance at Ivan, feeling absurd and ironic in his heart.

After experiencing the doomsday-like darkness and corpse tide, he estimated that the lords who did not return after invading Serian are now in danger.

Even if they can come back in the future, they may be in another terrifying appearance.

It was just that the villain who shamelessly betrayed the alliance at the beginning of the war, Baron Shatai who fled first out of fear of fighting, a coward who let his eldest son lead the army and ran back to the territory himself, now it seems that he saved his life by being timid.

This joke is really hard to laugh at.

Holy Court Kingdom.

Dinethen.

In the capital city where the church headquarters is located, the temple standing on the top of the mountain reflects a silver light under the sun.

Several Holy Sun Guards, wearing ancient magic-forbidden heavy armor, holding flaming halberds tightly, guarded in front of the temple. They were as silent as the holy sun symbolized by the sun behind the helmet, watching every audience who came.

This is the place where the prophet Ilaril saved the world thousands of years ago in mythology.

Today, this land ruled by the Holy Sun Church is also the seat of the church leader "Oracle".

Since the church moved its core from Rolandar, the place where the prophet ascended to heaven, to the territory of the Kingdom of Dinethen in the east, the power of this country has gradually been firmly controlled by the church from the inside to the outside.

The royal family of Dieneshien still exists today, but now they are just a group of believers with a more noble and prominent status, without real power.

The white-robed high-ranking priest, who is second only to one person in the kingdom, walked up the stairs with a long staff and walked into the Pope's Hall slowly.

The echo of his footsteps broke the emptiness and loneliness of the huge space.

He looked up at the old man on the throne.

The old man holding the golden staff on the throne had white hair and beard, and his eyes were as sacred as shining gold, but he could not see his breathing and movements, like a lifeless sculpture.

".Your Holiness, the rebellion started by the royal family of Serian has been suppressed by the 'Archbishop Alek'. He promised that he would immediately lead his army to retake the Holy Land City from the hands of the Kantardars.

But Lord Alek's religious army suffered heavy losses in the civil war, and he requested the Holy See to send troops for support.

As for the stupid king of Serian, he finally ran away. He and some nobles are suspected to have fled to 'Dramia' via 'Imir'. Once Lord Alek goes west to fight Kantardar, he may not be able to prevent the escaped king from making a comeback."

After reporting the results of the civil war in Serian, the high priest continued: "In addition, the high priests of the 'Aurelia' and 'Solis' dioceses also sent news that the Atias people are probing more and more frequently. The two kingdoms have deployed troops on the border, and they also request the support of the Holy See."

The high priest himself had a headache listening to the calamities of this troubled time presented one by one.

Not only is there a tense situation between the church forces in the east and west thousands of miles away.

At this moment, the Holy See Kingdom itself has to face the harassment of the barbarian tribe alliance in the northern "Hektova" plain. The barbarian tribes that have been silent for many years are rumored to be unified by a powerful leader.

The Dramia people in the south of the Holy See are also restless. The civil strife that broke out among the secular nobles of the Kingdom of Serian is behind them.

At this moment when the threat is growing, the Holy See has to divide its troops elsewhere. Eight kingdoms and eight dioceses have their own troubles. It is really a year of chaos.

When the priest's voice finally quieted down, he lowered his head and waited silently for the Pope to make a decision.

"I heard that the echo of pain from the west is sweeping the earth, and the scars of the curse can no longer be healed because of greedy desires."

The old man did not open his mouth, but his old voice still echoed ethereally in the hall.

The priest was not surprised. This was just the most insignificant price to pay for the position of oracle.

"Tell Alec that all the pure monks in the Serian Circle must be sent to Dinethen, away from the shadow of the Holy Land, and send 60,000 cathars to Serian to fight against our ancient enemies."

Ancient enemies?

The high priest looked up.

The Kantardars are far from worthy of such a title.

But if it was those 60,000 enemy cathars, what scale and situation must have evolved to force the Holy See to ignore the threats from the north and the south and withdraw more than half of the church army in the country to deal with it?

The place where the prophet rests is obviously the most solid "barrier" on this land. Even if the holy land falls, mortals cannot touch the true remains of the prophet. What did those Kantardars do?