Praise of the Light to the Dark Knight

On the other hand, the situation in the Silver Heart Fortress was unpredictable. The Holy White Knights found that their limited manpower was being restrained by one after another of infections, and they could hardly concentrate on finding the so-called dark enemies. If the culprit is caught now, it is estimated that he can kill that guy with his eyebrows.

"This won't work." Mevis grabbed Kevin, who was gloating, "I suspect this is a slap in the face."

Kevin glanced at him: "You're starting to grow your brain? Is the congenital disability cured?"

The Holy White Knights were so busy that no one noticed that there was an unfamiliar knight beside their commander—they didn't even ask if they noticed. Wen imagined it even higher, and now he is the deputy commander of the Holy White Knight. Although he is a deputy, according to the tradition of the Kantanaroa Temple, there is only one person who can order him, which only exists in legends——Kan The nominal commander of the Tanaroa Temple is called Seratis, a demigod who only exists in mythology, the son of the god of pastures and wilderness and a human shepherdess, with a fit antelope body, and A handsome man's face, judging from the statue, with a pair of large horns on top of the head.

—Do you want Mavis to be ordered by a half-man half-goat statue?joke!

"Your Kantana Loa Temple is too poor to support more holy white knights? Where are the salaries given to you every year by various countries according to the agreement? Have you eaten it all by yourself?" Kevin fussed, "You alone The actual boss of the temple actually leads such a few subordinates?"

Mevis replied with a straight face: "Then Shadow Mage, the leader priest of the Shadow Moon Temple's Deathwhisper Legion, you haven't brought any of your subordinates, and the offerings of your believers don't look very good."

"That's not the same. We're here to prevent some idiots who mention Necromancer and see so many of us, causing their blood vessels to explode and die of excitement." Kevin replied.

Meivis replied indifferently: "A mage who speaks dirty words is not elegant enough."

"Both of you, can you do serious business first?" Yalan in the cage stretched out her slender fingers and knocked on the iron bar, making a crisp impact sound. The lake-green eyes that seem to have insight into the soul just glanced at it lightly, and felt a heat rising from the inside out, and the two of them blushed in a very tacit understanding.

Kevin lowered his head and fiddled with his magic circle on the ground. The holy white knight doesn't know how to spell, but the magic circle Kevin played with is really different from the regular one. Other mages draw the magic circle, or use some shiny The magic potion, or the magic powder made by grinding special magic materials, there are even weird things like the brain fluid of giant monsters, intestinal secretions of vampire mephits, etc., which are extremely evil at a glance... But Kevin used It was a kind of gray-brown powder, which looked as if the knight had grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it on the ground in a restless mood.

"What's the use of you?" Mevis frowned, as if if Kevin didn't give an explanation, he would kill him with his brows first.

Kevin gave him a blank look, lifted the helmet mask that was in the way, and said, "It is used to detect the activity of the undead forces in the area, and then we will know whether your holy white knight is doing useless work."

The isolation area not far away was overcrowded quickly, and more and more infected people were suffering from great pain, but they just survived.

Ya Lanxu was lying on the cage, with bruises on his face and hands, his long hair was slightly messy, and a few strands of bright red stained the light-colored hair—if he could restrain himself, he would not reveal the standard of a mage when he saw wonderful magic The excited face is probably a standard framed person, with a poignant and beautiful demeanor.

"Is it the powder obtained by soaking the dead grass juice with the skull of a high mountain horn sheep?" Yalan looked at it with great interest through the sharp iron bars, and asked very academically.

"There are also the toe bones of the giant-toothed black rat, mixed with maggots that ate the bones of the undead when they were born, let them stand for three months, and smash them together with a pine hammer when they rot perfectly. Remember not to touch living things before they are air-dried!" Kevin answered.

Fortunately, Yalan was in the cage, otherwise he would have jumped out and studied it carefully. Spellcasters have an incomprehensible enthusiasm for knowledge, and I didn't expect the Priest of Light to be so uncommon.

——Mevis, who was listening, decided to stay away from the magic circle. God knows what else these mages can come up with.

Kevin finished drawing the magic circle, moved his fingers, and suddenly said: "How about it, it seems that I will become a hero this time, and Shadow Moon will win."

Yalan said happily: "Not necessarily, we still have an ace on our side, and I believe that Etjaye will investigate the cause of the incident."

"Hey! Et Gaya is one of us!" Kevin protested, "Don't change your camp without permission!"

The biggest advantage of necromancy when it works is that there are no exaggerated light effects. Kevin has been tinkering with it for a long time. Just as Mevis was about to open his mouth to mock him for forgetting the spell, the priest suddenly put away all the jokes. He even forgot to say the poisonous words that he deliberately extracted from the teacher, and said directly to Mavis: "The situation is not right, order your holy white knights to assemble, hurry up!"

Mevis glanced at him, and did so without asking anything. The Holy White Knights quickly regrouped from all over the camp,

"I need you to search the fortress!" Kevin said bluntly.

The Holy White Knights looked at the stranger who suddenly appeared, all of them showed unreasonable expressions, and turned their heads to look at Mevis in unison.

"Your worries are probably right! I have traced the power of discordant undead inside the fortress. Whether it is a certain kind of spell or a lich hidden is not something that can be judged clearly by mere spells, but Mavis, you are Yinxin The younger brother of the fortress city lord, right, your elder brother won't invite an undead to hang out in his garden, right?"

——This time, we found traces of undead spells outside the Silver Heart Fortress, and immediately dispatched the deputy commander of the Temple of Kantana Loa, precisely because Duke Catilla in the city is Mevis’s cousin, otherwise, according to common sense , in the important main city where the branch of the Temple of Light sits, why bother to seek help from Kantanaroa without using the power of the Temple?

Meivis's two eyebrows were almost connected together, and a big pimple was wrinkled on his forehead. He pointed behind Kevin: "You can ask him directly."

A group of well-armed guards was coming out of the corner gate of the city gate. Among them was a middle-aged man with red hair. His facial features have become mediocre, judging from Kevin's eyes, it is a standard aristocratic face, and his appearance is very sleek and sophisticated.

Just like a middle-aged obese version of Mavis, it is not difficult to guess who he is.

Lord of the Silver Heart Fortress, Commander of the Fortress Defense Corps, Duke Connor Catilla.

The Duke walked up to them, and was a little surprised to find that a holy white knight hid behind his brother with a disgusted expression.

Mevis glared at Kevin and said, "Why is Your Excellency the Duke here?"

"Okay, okay, Mavis, I just came to see you. You haven't been home for a long time." Duke Connor was a little tired. Mavis opened his mouth to say something, but he immediately interrupted with a wave of his hand, "Don't I’ve said it, I know, it’s another set of nonsense that ‘clerics need to draw a clear line from secular families’, the Catilla family doesn’t care what God thinks, and no one can stop you from going home.”

Kevin snorted, drawing Connor's attention to him again.

"Mevis, are all your knights so rude?" Connor complained to his brother, "I said, you have to be a bit of a commanding majesty."

"...Your Excellency, what advice do you have?"

Seeing that Mevis was still stern, Connor shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, you can do whatever you like, I just want to see, why isn't this villain executed?"

He pointed at Yalan.

Mevis replied: "Because there is still a need for interrogation, and he still has accomplices hiding nearby, I hope to let the Holy White Knights search the fortress."

Connor was taken aback, and waved his hands again and again: "Just kidding! The fortress is impenetrable! You can't find any accomplices in the fortress. The Silver Heart Fortress has been under our family's rule for hundreds of years, and it must not be out of my hands. Things! You should execute this mage quickly, the people need to be appeased, I have to give them an explanation!"

Mevis frowned fiercely again, "Could it be that we don't investigate everything clearly, and just kill someone casually, which is called confession?"

"God, my brother!" Connor exclaimed exaggeratedly, "You don't know how hard it is to appease people's hearts. What kind of Muye God of yours is not the lord of the city. According to legend, he comes out to dance on the vernal equinox, and the earth returns to spring. He How easy it is to catch and kill bad mages who use the power of the undead, gods do such a big thing, and you can pay so much taxpayers for nothing every year! But I am different, if the hearts of the people in the city I can't suppress it, people who oppose me will go to the parliament and those nobles, how many people want our Catilla family to fall soon!"

The holy white knights looked at Connor angrily. In this passage, the insults received by the holy white knights were fine, but such a blunt slander of the gods they served made them extremely angry-at this time, the priests The benefits and necessity of drawing a clear line with the secular family appeared. No one cared about the blood relationship between Connor and Mevis. A duke needs to worry about the crowd watching around him, and the Holy White Knight will definitely arrest this person as a heretic and deal with him.

"Your Excellency, I think you need to apologize." Kevin said calmly.

To a certain extent, Mevis is also considered an outlier in his original family. He has always been domineering and domineering. A temple knight came out of the godless Catilla family. He looked at his blood brother for a while, and repeated in a low voice. Kevin said: "Your Excellency, please apologize. Even if you don't believe in the gods of the pasture and wilderness, please don't insult him in front of his knight."

Connor opened his mouth and panted for a long time: "Then you execute that mage and let me see you doing things!"

"That's impossible!" Mevis replied forcefully, "Even if you don't need to track down your accomplices, and just execute them to solve the problem, isn't the Holy White Knight a butcher?"

"You—" Connor pointed at the tip of Mavis's nose, trembling with anger.

A long and sharp sound suddenly burst out in the air, and the bells of the Silver Heart Fortress jingled suddenly.

The holy white knights grabbed their spears together, and the entire camp was attracted by the sound——

"What happened to your fortress?" Mevis turned his head to look at the Galaxy Fortress, and suddenly found a slight distortion in the sky above the fortress, as if a layer of water film covered the fortress, standing at the four corners of the fortress, witnessing The countless brilliant four mage towers lit up dazzlingly under the clear sky, and even the background of the sky, which had already cleared the clouds and fog to reveal the scorching sun, was rendered colorless against the background.

Kevin said in astonishment: "The defense system of the fortress has been activated?"

"what happened?"

Mevis asked Connor, but found that Connor was also asking his guards and attendants angrily: "I have been the city lord for more than ten years, and I have never seen these dilapidated towers emit such light. What is this? Is the legion mage in the way again? I said earlier that spellcasters are not reliable at all!"

The dazzling light was reflected in Yalan's eyes, and he said: "No, it's not the defense system, these towers... the attack system of these towers that has been cooled down for a long time has been activated!"

As he spoke, a more intense light suddenly flashed from the mage tower in the northeast corner, and a chain of lightning capable of piercing the sky hit the camp.