first pope gl

Recalling the witchcraft that Chelsea just used, Cynthia temporarily gave up the idea of ​​turning around and running away.

She was playing with the white stone with the hands tucked into her sleeves. The warm touch eased her bad mood a bit. The cold wind mixed with ice was blowing on her body, but unexpectedly, Cynthia didn't feel how cold it was. She stared at the stone. Looking at Chelsea, he asked in a subtle tone: "What kind of Silver Knight do you want to be?"

Those people in the cave arrested her for this purpose.

Listening to their conversation, the identity of the Silver Knight seems to be quite noble in this continent.

Chelsea shook her head in denial, with a hint of indifference in her flat tone, "The Silver Knight is the minion of the blood clan, and I'm not interested in doing things for the blood clan."

Blood race... Cynthia raised her hand and touched her neck. Although she didn't ask carefully, what she saw and heard in the past two days, plus the conversation with Chelsea, she already had a preliminary understanding of the situation in this continent.

The blood race seems to be the masters of this continent, and human beings have two identities, the minions of the blood race and the slaves who face death at any time.

And she, the protoss in Chelsea's mouth, seems to belong to the latter.

As for the girl who can use witchcraft in front of her... Cynthia touched her chin gently with her fingers, and suddenly said, "You are not human."

Chelsea didn't deny, "I'm a witch."

"Since you don't want to be the pawn of the blood clan, why do you have to take me to the town of Ston?"

Cynthia looked at Chelsea carefully, thinking that her question might not be answered, but surprisingly, Chelsea answered all questions, "One of my companions was arrested and locked up in the small town of Ston."

Cynthia raised her eyebrows, "So?"

"I need to know where they are locked up." Chelsea's tone was as calm as discussing the weather with Cynthia, "You are a protoss, and the Silver Knight will definitely lock you together."

Cynthia applauded casually: "Not bad, a very rigorous plan."

If she wasn't the tool person who was sent to the vampire's lair in this plan, the tone of her praise might have been more sincere.

Even a person like Chelsea who doesn't like to communicate with people can hear the slight sarcasm in Cynthia's tone. She raised her head from the map, looked at Cynthia who was staring up at the sky and wondering what she was thinking, and asked in a mysterious way, " Do you have any good ideas?"

After Chelsea asked this sentence, she regretted it. Why did she ask a hostage for help?

There was a white mist in the woods. Cynthia leaned on the tree trunk and raised her head slightly. Her long silver hair was hanging down her waist along with the shabby black robe. Two faint traces of mud were smeared on the side of her face, but her beautiful appearance could not be concealed. , although she had gone through two escapes and was still wrapped in a shabby and dirty black robe, there was no trace of embarrassment on Cynthia's body.

This protoss, who looked as weak as a human being, exuded a gentle and powerful aura around him, causing Chelsea to hand over the dominance without knowing it.

Obviously they have only known each other for less than a day, and this rumored protoss doesn't seem to have much ability.

Cynthia, who was thinking about the next escape plan, heard Chelsea's question, her golden eyes flickered, and she responded almost instantly, "Yes."

She smiled sideways at Chelsea, and her overly good-looking smile added a little convincing to her words, "I have a better way."

Although Cynthia didn't have any idea about the better way she said, she didn't panic at all. She walked towards Chelsea and said with a smile: "The sky is cloudy again, and there may be heavy rain."

She walked over and gave Chelsea a friendly shoulder, coaxing: "Let's go to the town of Ston first, and we can discuss the rest on the way."

Chelsea followed Cynthia for a few steps, doubtful, "Do you really have a way?"

Cynthia nodded seriously, "It must be better than your method." Seeing that Chelsea was still a little suspicious, she smiled and said, "If my method doesn't work, at worst, you can dedicate me to those nobles and use your own plan."

"You have nothing to lose anyway."

There seemed to be nothing wrong with thinking about it this way, Chelsea was silent for a while, and replied in a low voice: "Okay."

Seeing that she agreed, Cynthia's smile deepened, as long as she was willing to communicate with her, communication meant opportunity.

As for the plan to save lives... there is plenty of time on the road to think slowly.

Ever since the gods left Staru Continent, this place seems to have collapsed. The distinction between day and night is no longer so obvious, and the chances of sunlight appearing become rare. There was a muffled thunder in the air, he looked down at the map, pointed in a certain direction and said in a deep voice: "Go this way."

Cynthia glanced in the direction she pointed, and asked in surprise, "Didn't we come from there?"

Chelsea frowned and stared at the map, with a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The white and slender palm stretched out and took the map away from Chelsea. Cynthia studied it for a while with lowered eyes. Touching his arm with his hand, he said to himself: "It's so cold, this black robe is too thin."

Chelsea was silent for a while, then took out a black cloak from the space gem and handed it to her expressionlessly.

Cynthia took it and thanked her with a smile. She threw away the old black robe. She was worried that the clothes inside would be stained by the black robe, but when she looked down, she found that the moon-white robe was still clean and tidy. The dress was a bit strange, and Cynthia touched the pattern on the cuffs. She suspected that she could still stand upright in this bad weather, and it had nothing to do with this dress.

With a thick and warm cloak draped over her body, Cynthia rubbed her head sideways against the soft fur at the neckline, and let out a breath slowly. Although she didn't care what she was wearing in difficult times, wearing something more comfortable could still make people feel better.

She put on the hood and hid her long silver hair carefully. After doing all this, she pointed to the northwest and said to Chelsea, "The town of Ston is in that direction. Let me lead the way."

He said and walked forward first.

Chelsea looked at her back for a moment before raising her heels.

The map in Chelsea's hand was unexpectedly detailed. After studying it, Cynthia found that at their walking speed, it would only take a day and a half to reach the town of Ston. This time was much shorter than expected. After Cynthia pondered, Decided to take Chelsea on a few more laps around the neighborhood.

Based on her observation of Chelsea, 90.00% of this person will not notice anything.

Just like what Cynthia thought, Chelsea really didn't find that Cynthia took her to detour on purpose. After she used witchcraft to find out that their direction was correct, she stopped caring about the route. She was more curious about the plan Cynthia said, "You said What is the solution?"

Cynthia was looking down at the stone in her hand, when she heard Chelsea's question, she said absently, "Tell me about the situation in the town of Ston first."

After getting along with Chelsea for a few days, Cynthia found that although this person looked indifferent, he actually had a good temper, and she would not get angry every time she directly changed the subject like this.

"The town of Ston is one of the prisons used to hold the blood slaves sent to Nobby City. There is a silver knight guarding it. There are about four to fifty people. Most of them are young men, wearing armor and using long swords. Swords, ordinary summons can't cause fatal damage to them."

Before setting off, Chelsea deliberately asked the witches in the family about the situation in the town of Ston. "Most of the people living in the town are imprisoned humans, and there are also passers-by, but they are very rare."

She remembered something, and added: "There may be blood race."

Although most of the vampires live in the city, it is inevitable that some low-class vampires are not welcome in the city, so they can only go to such small towns to enjoy themselves.

After all, the current Startu Continent is controlled by blood clans. A blood clan who may not even get food in the blood domain for seven or eight generations, as long as they come to such a remote place, they may enjoy no better treatment than those high-level blood clans Where is the difference.

Some human beings want to be their minions, and they even want to get the same kind who have just embraced and turned into blood.

There are blood clans and silver knights, which sounds very tricky. Cynthia put the white stone in her hand into the space gem that she got from Chelsea, and was about to turn her head to say something to her, but her arm was suddenly pulled.

Chelsea pulled Cynthia and hid behind a tree. She took out a small round cloth bag and stuffed it to Cynthia, and said in a low voice: "There are blood people nearby."

Cynthia frowned, and silently asked with her mouth: "Where is it?"

The trees nearby are tall and big, and the trunks completely cover the figures of the two people. Chelsea pointed to the front, and Cynthia looked along her fingers. There are a few dark shadows fighting for something.

The miserable cry reached the ears of Cynthia and Chelsea, and Chelsea said in a low voice, "They are fighting for food."

The food of the vampires...of course it is human beings... Cynthia was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Is this often the case among vampires?"

"They should come from different clans, and low-level blood clans can't control their emotions when faced with food."

Of course, it is very normal for high-level blood clans to fight. Although they can control their emotions, their personalities are even more weird.

When the vampires were scrambling for food, their uncontrollable force had already torn the food into pieces, and the bright red blood spilled all over the ground.

Cynthia subconsciously withdrew her gaze, her eyes were slightly cold.

A group of brutal predators and defenseless prey... This picture is really unaesthetic.

The smell of blood spread in the air. Cynthia raised her hand to cover her nose lightly. Hearing the sound of walking over there, she glanced at Chelsea calmly. Seeing her calm expression, she felt a little relieved.

The footsteps got farther and farther away. Cynthia followed Chelsea and came out from behind the tree. She looked down at the cloth bag in her hand. The faint scent of grass made it look like a sachet, but Cynthia didn't think Chelsea would stuff her with such a thing ,"What's this?"

"Su Ye, it's used to cover up your aura."

Cynthia was thoughtful, "So those blood races didn't notice us just now?"

Chelsea nodded, "The sense of smell of the blood race of the eighth and seventh generations is not so sensitive."

"Can you get rid of these blood races by yourself?" Cynthia asked curiously, "Use your witchcraft."

She doesn't have a clear idea of ​​Chelsea's strength yet.

Chelsea didn't answer the question directly, "I just want to save people, I don't want to cause trouble."

It sounds like it doesn't work, so Cynthia put the cloth bag close to her body, walked to a hillside, looked up at the small town in the distance, and said with pursed lips: "Since you only want to save people, then we will use the best The easy way."

Chelsea walked up behind her and asked, "What way?"

"Let's go in and ask the Silver Knight directly."

Chelsea glanced at Cynthia with a subtle tone, "Is this the good way you said?"

Cynthia smiled at her and comforted her: "Be a little patient, Chelsea, I haven't finished my sentence yet."

"The Silver Knight guards the blood slaves for the blood clan. I think the blood clan should often come to eat in the town. Since the blood clan has multiple clans, it is impossible for them all to know each other."

Those nobles just now were not much different from humans except for their gorgeous clothes and pale faces.

Cynthia lightly brushed the long silver hair on the side of her face, her red lips curled up in a beautiful arc, and she winked at Chelsea, "Can't we pretend to be blood races and walk in to ask for someone? Human eyes are not so easy to distinguish blood races, right? "

No matter what method they use to sneak in, they are just a prey that will be targeted at any time, but it will be different if they pretend to be blood.

The blood race is the hunter of this continent. Although Cynthia has never met the silver knight, she believes that as long as the silver knight believes that they are the blood race, no matter what request they make, the silver knight will not dare to refuse.

Who told them that they were just a group of prey wearing armor for fear of death coming to their heads.

Cynthia's proposal caused Chelsea to fall into silence. She lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then said slowly, "It seems that I can try."

She looked at Cynthia and said in a deep voice, "You are so brave."

She thought that Cynthia would be frightened after seeing the scene of the vampire eating humans, but she didn't expect that she would still want to enter the town of Ston with a big swagger.

If her identity is exposed...she can escape, but not necessarily for this seemingly powerless protoss.

"I have to go in anyway." Either she is voluntary or she is not voluntary, but... Cynthia raised her hand and touched her eyes, and said regretfully: "But my pupil color is a bit special, I guess I can only wait here is you."

Chelsea glanced at her, "I can do a witchcraft for you to change the color."

Witchcraft is really omnipotent, and the escape plan failed. Cynthia put down her hands calmly, nodded to Chelsea, and said with a smile: "Okay."

In fact, after seeing those blood races, Cynthia had given up some thoughts of leaving. Although Chelsea was a bit weird, she didn't eat people anyway.

The most important thing is that it is a bit confusing.