[Western Fantasy] The mystery of life and death

Over the past few days, Luoka has thoroughly surveyed the buildings and terrain in the Thorn Cliff under the cover of "Fick", and he found that the entire Thorn Cliff is a huge magic circle, integrated into one.If you want to attack by force, it will trigger various instant mechanisms. Luoka senses that his mana will be greatly restricted in this formation, and his mental power will also be greatly disturbed.This giant defensive formation seems to be one of Duke Timothy's greatest reliance.

And the core energy of this magic circle is connected through the secret path mechanism inside the mountain.These secret passages lead directly to various buildings in the mountain, and also lead to more secrets-such as the dungeon where the Aranti captives were held.Lorca speculated from various signs that Elder Abelson and some of the Aranti guards were likely to be imprisoned there.

Now Lorca not only has the secret key granted by the general manager, but also the core secrets of Thorn Cliff under the personal guidance of the general manager.His deployment is being realized step by step.

Thanks to that "earthquake", due to the frantic absorption of fresh life by the newly born monsters, most of the defensive power in the mansion was lost.This also gave Loka an opportunity to take advantage of it.In order to restore the lost vitality of the mages guarding the formation, Duke Timothy doubled the refining of the "Holy Wine", so that the Holy Academy was empty and had to select a group of students from the outside world to enter.Loka spread the news in time, and the elders immediately arranged for many experts to take the opportunity to mix in.

With the power directly under the captain of the guards, Roka let the high-level priests and high-level guards who sneaked in disguise themselves, and easily replaced some of the peripheral guards.

In order not to arouse Timothy's suspicion, he temporarily did not arrange for his own people to enter the direct guard.

Now that he has obtained the authority to enter the secret passage in the mountain, Luoka can directly transfer these people to key positions in the secret passage in the future.This will not only break the overall defense of Thorn Cliff, but also wait for an opportunity to rescue Elder Abelson.

"Fick" followed the manager through the intricate secret passages.Lorca secretly sensed the structure of the entire building along the way, and silently recorded the special magical energy gathering points.

But in terms of rescuing Mason, Loka has been at a loss.

Regardless of secretly investigating or trying to use his position to get close to the hall, Loka even took the opportunity to clean up the hall to stay there on many occasions. Even though he thoroughly inspected the hall several times, he never saw it. A mysterious Mr. "Murphy".Today is really a major breakthrough. Loka carefully restrained the excitement in his heart. "Fick" has been ordered to serve that Mr. "Murphy" on behalf of the manager.Finally, you can see him.No matter what he was called now, no matter what he did, in Lorca's mind he had always been...Mason.

Lorca clenched his fists, it doesn't matter, Mason, no matter what you've been through, I'll find you, it'll be over soon, Mason, soon, I'll be able to bring you home.

The manager also noticed that "Fick" was a little excited. Not only did he sneer in his heart—an idiot, but he also wanted to taste the "holy wine".Hope this greedy guy's luck lasts longer.It's rare to have such a clever assistant.

The manager was quite responsible and introduced the areas that "Fick" had the authority to go along the way.For example - the iron bars in front of them.Loka sensed that these iron bars were emitting regular fluctuations in magical energy.This is where the masters are held.

"Your Excellency the Duke ordered, take those special pagans to Mr. Murphy. From now on, you will know what to do." The steward ordered, but gradually he felt the air around him a little chilly.The secret road in the mountain is really cold without sunshine all the year round.But today, a bone-piercing chill seeped into his muscles and bones.He looked around and saw "Fick" humbly following him half a step behind.There is no abnormal situation around.All the magic organs around here are working normally.

Although Luoka tried his best to restrain himself, he still unknowingly exuded an aura of forbearance and grief.At this moment, he was very fortunate to be covered by the iron helmet, because he could no longer completely conceal the pain and shock in his heart.He knew that behind the iron bars in front of him was the specially made prison cell where the Aranti prisoners were held, and he had already sensed the breath and bloody smell of the Aranti tribe.And his mission was to accompany the chief executive to escort his clansmen to meet Mr. "Murphy", to the hall where there was almost no return.

"Hey, it's this old guy, and those two, take them over to ask a question." The manager's tone was a little impatient.

With the clang of shackles and chains, the armored guard dragged out a ragged old man from the prison cell, covered in blood and scars.Although his face was swollen and mottled with scars, Roca still recognized Elder Abelson at a glance.There was a pattern branded on his forehead.Roca knew that it was the imprint of the low-level mystic arts taught by Kedile Shan Miluo, and it would usually appear from the victim under the shock of the magical energy of Palech's scepter.And this kind of low-level secret technique has almost no effect on people with profound mana like Abelson.The rune pattern branded on the forehead is obviously only for the purpose of humiliation.

The hand and foot shackles worn by Abelson actually passed through the middle of the bone, and Loka noticed that these shackles had the effect of restraining the operation of mana.He sensed that although Abelson was covered with scars all over his body, he was still sane. Maybe it was deliberately keeping him sober in order to let him feel the pain clearly.

Lorca almost used all his strength to restrain himself, so that he could stand still and not immediately rush to split the shackles.No, no, don't be so fast, it's still a little bit close, even in a few days, his people will be in place in a few days.He can also figure out the weakness of the entire defensive formation.When the time comes, he can rescue all his compatriots in the dungeon.

And now, even if they could intercept Abelson, they still couldn't get out of this criss-crossing secret passage.

If only it could be a few more days!But now, Loka actually wants to personally escort the elder who has been respected since childhood to the road of no return.

Mason, would he still know them?Loka remembered cleaning up the blood that was spilled everywhere in the hall a few days ago, and before he had time to call back the real Mason... once he cracked the defensive formation hub in the entire secret passage, he could take Mason directly out of this devil's lair.And now—

Along the way, under the cold armor of "Fick", Loka almost exhausted all his strength to maintain the behavior of "Fick".When the manager signaled him to use the secret key to open the door leading to the hall in the same way, the always alert "Fick" was half a beat too late, and his hands were still trembling.Fortunately, all of this was interpreted by the general manager as the fear of "Murphy", and the general manager even had some appreciation for him. He was able to maintain fear and vigilance in the midst of his strong desire for "the dream of the dead". It seems that this lucky guy There is still a chance to live longer.

The dark door opened slowly, and Abelson ignored the scolding of the armored guards and stayed where he was. He turned to the main pipe, "Please tell Palmer that it was my fault that I felt sorry for his mother Christine. He has made him who he is now, today is the destination I deserve, and we will meet in hell."

The guard who escorted him impatiently pushed him, and Abelson was pushed off balance and crashed into "Fick".

Lorca pretended to stretch out his hand to block Abelson, and quietly helped him steady.Although Abelson's hair was disheveled and his face was covered with horrific vertical and horizontal scars, his eyes were clear and sharp. During the brief meeting of eyes, he stared deeply at Lorca and shook his head imperceptibly.

At this moment, Roca knew that Abelson had recognized him, and from Abelson's eyes he understood the elder's awareness of inner sacrifice.He gritted his teeth and pulled Abelson away, and waved his hand to signal the guards to take them in.

After entering the main hall, the steward quietly grabbed "Fick", and they stopped by the gate.The location of this gate is closer to the altar behind the main hall.Watching the guards escort the three of Abelson to the bottom of the altar.The steward elbowed "Fick" again, motioning for "Fick" to salute with him, although there was no one in front of them.But the manager still bowed humbly, "Mr. Murphy, this is a special gift from the Duke, please enjoy it to your heart's content."

What special reward?Before Lorca could think about it, he was grabbed by the manager and rushed out of the gate, and the two rushed out before the gate slammed shut.

Lorca had never hated himself so much as at this moment.The faint screams coming from the gate seemed to turn into countless sharp thorns, ruthlessly grinding his trembling mind.He clenched his fists tightly, and the tiny nail covering his fingers was deeply embedded in his pulp, but he didn't feel any pain at all.

From the supervisor's point of view, "Fick" sensed danger and was almost unable to stand still in fear.Clinging to the door can barely maintain balance.But "Fick" is a quick-witted person after all, he finally restrained the strong mood swings before the Master Chief lost patience with him.

After everything behind the gate returned to tranquility, "Fick" reopened the gate according to the chief discipline method.At this time, the general manager was suddenly summoned by the Duke to accompany the distinguished guests of the special envoy. The general manager immediately ordered "Fick" to push in the cast iron trolley that had been prepared. Ke" entered the gate and left in a hurry.

The small trolley has two floors. The copper basin on the bottom floor is filled with clear water exuding the fragrance of flowers, and a white handkerchief is hung on the edge of the basin.Neatly stacked on top is a set of fine silk-forging robes.Lorca knew at this time that this was due to the Duke's request for cleanliness. After all, "Murphy" was one of his most important reliances.He asked the manager to make "Murphy" clean up immediately after every fun, and this specially prepared rich floral fragrance can also neutralize the bloody smell on "Murphy".

As soon as Lorca entered the hall, the door behind him immediately closed automatically, and the air in the entire hall was filled with a sense of oppression, and also, the smell of blood.

Loka glanced back at the closed door, is it him?Did he think prey was coming again?

The wheels of the cast-iron trolley rolled across the shining marble floor, echoing in the secluded hall together with the sound of Lorca's slow footsteps. Lorca's steps were steady but heavy.

Mason... what do you look like now?

Under the altar in the depths of the main hall, in a large pool of dark red blood, lay three bloody and mutilated things that could barely be called human figures, whose faces could no longer be discerned.The limbs of two of them were bent at strange angles due to fractures.The armored guards also fell around.Luoka sensed that they were all still alive, and even the three of Abelson still had the remaining breath of life.

The dark hall is empty and quiet.Lorca stopped and looked around vigilantly, but didn't notice the breath of other people.Is he not here?Lorca let go of the cart and walked under the altar, stumbling uncontrollably.He barely recognized Abelson, approached step by step, and finally shook, and fell to one knee in a pool of blood.

Luoka knew that even if he performed healing techniques at this time, they would not be able to save their remaining vitality. He could do nothing, he could not save them, and he could not even maintain their final dignity. sent the remains of Caprico.Let Mason continue to commit more crimes because of his own incompetence.

Lorca was immersed in uncontrollable grief and self-blame for a while, and suddenly felt that the air around him seemed to freeze. He was startled and his mana burst out suddenly, but he was shocked to find that he couldn't move any mana at all, and he couldn't even move his whole body. move.He suddenly found that the pomegranate branch and leaf carvings on the surrounding columns seemed to come alive, turning into countless phantoms that spread all over the ground, and even spread to his armor.

A burst of light and shadow distorted the air in front of him, and Luoka could only maintain a half-kneeling posture on one knee, unable to move. After a short period of dizziness, he could only see the dark red pool of blood on the ground being trampled by a pair of sterling silver inlaid leather boots. On the top is the hem of the robe bordered with pomegranate branch and leaf patterns embroidered with silver thread on a dark purple background, which shakes slightly as you walk.

The exquisite silver inlaid leather boots stood in front of Luoka. The iron-faced helmet of "Fick" was taken off, and it was thrown to the ground with a bang.The slender and white hands were impressively covered with blood, and they gently supported Loka's chin, forcing him to raise his head.In front of Luoka's eyes, the dark purple silk double-breasted gown glowed with a deep luster in the darkness, and the round beads and silver buttons were like broken stars dotted in the night sky, neatly arranged along the front of the skirt.Lorca's vision slowly rose, and finally saw the familiar face.

mason...

Lorca couldn't make any sound, and the torrent of grief and regret turned into hot tears and poured out of his eyes.He thought, maybe he is not qualified to confess to him after all.

Mason's clear and sweet face was as dusty as an angel who had descended into the world. There were a few splashes of blood on his cheeks, but it added a bit of enchantment to this pure face.His purple eyes are darker and deeper than before, and staring at them for a moment will make people lost in a dreamland of illusion and blur.With Luoka's current mental strength, he couldn't help being in a trance for a moment. When he was alert, he immediately chanted "The Song of Gaia" in his heart to try to stay awake.

Lorca carefully looked at the familiar but unfamiliar Mason in front of him.Dressed in a gorgeous and slender purple robe, long and elegant, he looks like a handsome royal nobleman, but his noble aura is different from that of a secular king. It seems more like a god transcending the mundane overlooking the world from the clouds.

Mason's eyes had a kind of innocent innocence and a hint of admiration.Loka realized that it was similar to the gaze of an innocent child showing interest in a rare plant or a colorful insect. All the people who appeared in front of him, these people lying on the ground, were to him They are all interesting creatures in this world, he just wants to dismantle them and play with them as he likes.

Is this the monster Morris summoned?This innocent and frank gaze made Loka feel horrified.

Although he couldn't move at all, Luoka still tried his best to gather mana in the dark so that he could protect himself in front of this monster, but Luoka didn't want to hurt the person in front of him at all, no matter whether he was called "Murphy" or the founder of the teaching. , or a demon, Lorca doesn't know if there is still a trace of Mason's soul left.In Loka's heart, he has always been Mason, who endured the love that burned his entire life without knowing it, but was pushed into the abyss by his own stupid suspicion.Even if he is doomed from now on, he will always be the Mason in Lorca's heart.

Facing Mason again, Loka couldn't help but feel a violent surge in his heart. Only then did Loka realize that their emotional bond had penetrated deep into his soul. Although he didn't know how to repay this love, Mason's imprint on his heart was stronger than his. Imagine yourself deeper.Luoka didn't know if he still had a chance to make up for his mistakes. Mason was right in front of him. Maybe Mason still loved him, maybe Mason hated him, maybe he was meaningless to Mason. won't give up on him.

Mason clamped Loka's chin with one hand, while gently stroking his facial contours with the other hand. Loka's tears flowed down the side face and wet Mason's fingers. "K" face, Luoka still vaguely hoped that he would recognize him amidst the confusion.He felt that Mason was carefully tracing his forehead, brow bone, and bridge of nose all the way. Mason looked at the person in front of him intently, and seemed to be more and more interested. His lips, which were as red as blood, were slightly parted, and he licked his upper lip inadvertently. , This made Lorca feel a deep chill, and Mason looked more and more like he was facing an appetizer.

Suddenly, Loka felt Mason's whole body tremble, and with the intense trembling, he heard the slight rustle of metal. Mason seemed to be trying to restrain himself, his eyebrows were furrowed, he raised his head and closed his eyes, delicate A look of enduring pain flashed across the sweet face.But soon, Mason stopped trembling, and his expression returned to calm. When he opened his eyes again, Loka found that there was a trace of brilliance belonging to the Mason he was familiar with in his memory.

When Mason refocused his eyes and stared at Lorca again, his dark purple eyes became like a deep pool, and the bottomless calm seemed to contain deep waves.

At this moment, Loka heard Mason's voice that he was familiar with, it was still so clear and quiet—"Luoka."

The sound shocked Lorca, and scattered all the mana that had just been gathered.

Mason's cool fingers gently stroked Lorca's thin lips, "Are you here to kill me?" He said lightly.