Knights of the Light

As the breeze blows, the lilies in the water bloom faintly, and the pervasive fragrance fills the entire courtyard. %

Nick diligently added water to the flowers, smoothed the wrinkles on the tablecloth, and cleaned every corner of the room with his own hands. Seeing that there was still half an hour left, he took out his textbook and reviewed his homework.

A young servant knocked on the door and handed him a letter respectfully.

After Nick thanked him, the attendant turned and left. When he closed the door, he looked at the boy who opened the letter with envy.

The boy looked at the sealed ink pad, raised his eyebrows slightly, and opened the letter.

Sure enough, they are from the north again.

After skimming through it hastily, the boy raised his hand and burned the letter with holy light, stroking a small sharp knife with his fingertips.

It was a spike that was only as long as a finger, and at the end was a crystal ball, a beam of light swayed in it, like a cat's eyes, zooming in and out from time to time.

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"North," after class, Nick reached out and grabbed the corner of the teacher's clothes.

"What's the matter?" Bei looked back at him. Today he was wearing a white and complicated holy robe embroidered with golden circles. The moment Nick grabbed his robe, there was a smell of burnt meat, which was the natural purification of the holy light.

Nick didn't let go, he approached the teacher, said a little shyly and uneasy: "Tomorrow, I want to solve some things, please take a day off, it won't delay the class."

North nodded.

Nick let go of his hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Bei, if you know the mistake, should you stop it in advance?"

"of course."

"Bei, if you haven't made a mistake, you're not guilty, right?"

"of course."

"Bei, people shouldn't hurt innocent people in order to protect themselves, right?"

"You can only ask one more question." Bei said calmly.

"Bei, thank you!" Nick flicked his tail in satisfaction, "I won't do anything I'm not sure about."

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The sky was gray and it wasn't snowing, but in this endless ice field, the strong wind blows up the snowflakes, obscuring all sight.

This is further north of the holy city of the Northland. The sea is frozen all year round and forms a wasteland. It is extremely difficult for plants to survive here. From the beginning of the world, it has been a forbidden area for life.

Until thousands of years ago.

The energy of purgatory mutates countless lives, some of which can be seen, while others are hidden in the body and cannot be seen.

This mutation is called the magic plague.

The signs of demons that appear directly on the body are manifestations of magical plagues. They are hostile to ordinary life, and they either hide in places that no one can reach, or they are caught and burned to death.

But there are still some that can't see the change. They are no different from ordinary people, but their children may be born with magic lines. In this case, they are called infected people, and they enjoy the same benefits as demonized people. treatment.

This kind of hostility and killing could not be stopped by the superiors. Later, Bei asked these infected people to be exiled to the ice field, and the slaughter was stopped.

The infected have established their own country in this wasteland, and here is the country of doomsday.

Nick heard his father tell the story here when he was young.

The place where the weak eat the strong prefers the awakened (the demonized ones call themselves), and the hidden ones who are no different from humans (infected people call themselves) are basically in the same position as slaves there, even if their blood is a top-notch family there. If the child does not have bloodline awakening, the direct result is to become a marriage partner to give birth to a child with bloodline awakening.

So in fact, Nick is a little thankful for his family gameover, otherwise he and his cousin Alan would not know where they were locked up waiting to have a baby...

"Are you here?" A low voice came along with the strong wind. Nick raised his head, and a red figure stood quietly on the ice cliff not far away. The red cloak fluttered in the cold wind, and the wide hood completely covered his face. , only a few strands of long silver hair protruding from the gap, flying in the air.

"Are you the only one here?" Nick asked.

"And me." Alan walked directly out of the portal, tossing a crystal ball in his hand, looked at the two of them contemptuously, and said nothing.

"The Holy City has no objection to the people coming out of the Doomsday Land, but the requirement is that they cannot pass through the Northland." Nick smiled.

"You can represent the North of the Holy Light?" the man in the red cloak asked, his voice was very low, with a chill that was colder than the wind.

"Yesterday, I passed the ninth level of Holy Light Theology." Nick slightly waved the badge in his hand, and said with a smile, "Do you know what it means? It means that I can change to a holy walker at any time, which is more important than a destiny traveler." A powerful profession, becoming a candidate for the Lord of the North District is just a matter of reporting."

The Holy Walker may not be as weird as the Destiny Traveler, but the requirements are actually more than the latter, and it is more in line with the teachings of the Holy Light. Your Excellency Bei was the occupation that took the job directly back then, and was directly added to the top by the Lord of the Holy Light in the Elemental Upper Realm in an instant. level of attention.

I don't want to mention the other skills of changing this profession for the time being. Just a skill that directly makes the Holy Light come down is not something that the ordinary world can resist.

It also means that Alan can beat him if he wants to, but if he wants to kill him, the boss who might provoke him will ask his father-in-law to settle it.

... If I knew I would have killed him last time, Alan gritted his teeth quietly.

"What does Your Excellency Alan mean?" The red cloak turned to Alan who was floating in the air.

"I won't stop anyone from entering my territory." Alan sneered, "There won't be any racial discrimination, but if you think this is a small trick, I'll just melt the ice in the North Pole and let you play with water .”

"You can't do it." The red cloak said lightly.

"How can I not do such a simple thing?" Alan played with the beautiful crystal ball, "My man is a star warlock."

The red cloak stopped talking immediately.

Nick was also stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Alan, we were all born in the same world, don't be so nervous, we should talk about the topic now."

"Your father's matter has nothing to do with me." Alan said coldly, "I've been busy building the city recently, and I don't have time to care about other things at all."

"It's meaningless for me to kill Heragalan's bloodline." The red cloak also denied the matter, "I let go of you carriers back then, just because I didn't want Tarn's bloodline to wake up on the last person. very troublesome."

"But there are still people who are secretly killing the living people of Heragalan." Nick waved his hand, the snowflakes in the wind solidified instantly, and the sound of the wind stopped immediately, and the snowflakes condensed into a picture in his hand, "The location marked above is the location, and they After death, I didn't feel any increase in strength."

"That means the assassin has other ways to absorb blood." Logically speaking, every time a clansman dies, their blood will be pure, because the denominator of the power of the godhead will naturally increase.

"Then what does His Majesty mean?" Nick looked at the red cloak.

"In my country, all Heragalan bloodlines have been closely monitored. This is the clue. You should pay attention to other places." The red cloak calmly threw out two reports, "As a price, I only need Three hundred ships are enough."

"Your Majesty's robbery is too direct." Nick was taking his report, opened it and glanced at it quickly, and immediately closed it when he heard this, and threw it back. you."

"Even if the content is ten times more, your one glance is enough to remember." The voice of the red cloak was cold, but there was a lot of sarcasm, "They are all the same kind of people, why bother pretending?"

"That's right, everyone is hanging on B, it's boring to install, I'll give you three hundred canoes." Alan also took a look, then frowned, "Are you sure the target is in my territory?"

"Since your decree was promulgated, a quarter of the people from Doomsday Kingdom have gone to the Spiral City, and the remaining half are under preparation." The red cloak said casually, "The Heragalan people were the first to leave. Yes, including those two people who abandoned you back then."

"The population loss is so serious, you don't seem to be in any hurry." Alan was a little dissatisfied.

"The ice field lives on fishing. When the increase in population cannot keep up with the increase in food, it will violently and randomly deal with the excess population. This time there is a chance to solve it, and I will thank you." The red cloak said calmly.

"Then I won't thank you." Alan thinks this is a good thing, and what does demonization have to do with it? The demonized population is much more powerful than the ordinary population. They don't need cattle to pull the plow, and they can do it by themselves.

"No, they will come back when the New Year arrives." The red cloak added.

"...Hehe, maybe they are taking people away?" Alan sneered, "People always vote with their feet, so they go where they are good."

"I don't mind moving the doomsday country to the wasteland." The red cloak refused at all.

"You think I'm dead?"

"The city of mages is our destination. Take a long-term view, maybe I will give you enough benefits?" The red cloak was silent for a while before saying, "Besides, you waste too much time on mundane things. many."

"I already smell the stench of the prophecy department." Alan glanced at him and snorted, "You'd better stay away from me, otherwise I won't be able to help you strengthen your strength."

The strength of the prophecy system is that it can't live with fate, and the easiest way to strengthen it is to dig out the eyes.

"What qualifications does a brainless fort have to dislike a profession that requires the highest intelligence?"

"A profession with a negative accuracy rate requires negative intelligence." Alan directly stepped on the Achilles heel of the prophecy system.

"Our accuracy is because we have rewritten the future." The red cloak said coldly, "Isn't your evocation department just that the brain structure is too simple and there are no extra bends?"

"If you're wrong, you're changing the future. If you're right, you're right. How dare you say that you don't need negative intelligence in this profession." Alan snorted.

The two of them are tearing apart more and more.

Nick didn't intend to persuade the fight, but was about to leave. The stab wound his father suffered before hadn't healed yet, so he went to see him again while he was on leave.

It's still tearing up there.

"Isn't the joke about the Crimson Star's prophecy last time not enough?" Alan stepped on the biggest culprit, "Mages with positive intelligence will not play the prophecy department!"

"How could you kill Your Excellency Bei with a positive intelligence?" The red cape was furious, and then he was taken aback.

"He also said that he has positive intelligence," Alan almost laughed, "I will kill Your Excellency Bei, let alone whether I have that ability or not. Percy is still with me and there is no divorce. You can make a prediction after you figure it out."

"Hmph." The red cloak did not refute, but flicked the cloak, turned around and disappeared into the snow.

Alan also teleported away.

Nick is not a mage, but he still stands there.

Cordeira, the lord of the doomsday, is also the chosen one of the elemental upper realm. Even if this prophecy is even slightly true, he must find time to kill Alan.

Never let him come true.