the lost castle

The wind blew violently from the Roderick wasteland, rolling up countless flying sand and small stones and hitting the knight's sturdy armor. These are a dozen or so tired young people, although their faces are hidden behind their backs. Under the armor, but the palms holding the leash tightly, and the tired and injured backs that are still straight clearly show that they used to be noble knights with pride and respected by countless people.In the strong wind, they drove their horses forward slowly without flying a flag, and even the place where the armor should have a coat of arms seemed to have been burned by flames, leaving only gray and black marks. The exiled knight, or He betrayed the oath he made when he became a knight.There is obvious confusion and pain in the exposed eyes of these people, mixed with unspeakable low-pressure hatred.

The strong wind rolled back, and there seemed to be many horseshoes rushing in the distance.

The sun cannot be seen on the wasteland, and everything is covered by flying sand, and one can only feel dizzy irritability and confusion.

After fleeing for more than a month and restless for the last ten days, they first killed the ignorant people, then the private army of the nobles, and then the army of the kingdom. Finally, when they were exhausted, the chasing soldiers of the Holy See came. up.

"...Adhering to the glory of the Lord, if you wait for heresy and do not return to God's judgment..."

Hearing the angry shouts from a distance, and the shadowy pursuers.The tired knights reined in their horses unanimously, then stretched out their hands in unison, took off the spears on the saddles, and lined up again to face the pursuers emerging from the dust with a strange attitude.

One team after another, seven or eight hundred neatly decorated cavalry with the flag decorated with the cross of the Holy See appeared.

"Get out of here! Hilbert, lead your people into the wilderness, they can't stop you—"

A figure wearing a black bishop's cassock ran over desperately from the wind and sand, but was ruthlessly blocked by cavalrymen with scarlet feathers on their heads and neatly dressed in silver armor, and was then pulled away.

"Hilbert, listen to me, death can't prove anything, only living, living—"

The black-clothed bishop continued to shout, with a sad and hoarse voice:

"This place is out of the sphere of influence of the Holy See, as long as you enter the wasteland - no one can survive in the wasteland like you of the Knights Templar!"

"You meddle too much, Bishop Gelbert!" The tall and thin old man in the middle of the cavalry, wearing a richly decorated red bishop's clothes, hummed contemptuously from the bottom of his throat, "What Knights Templar, that's a deception The devil who has deceived the world into deceiving the glory of God for hundreds of years."

"Hilbert, live on, there is no news from Lord Gryffindor, no one can prove that he is dead, Hilbert..."

"Shut up! I think you need God's judgment too, Galbert!"

"Hilbert, I beg you, don't choose the final glory..."

The knights holding wands in the wind and sand leaned forward slightly at the same time. The young man with dark brown eyes in the middle slowly lifted his mask. His handsome face was gray and black. It was not tiredness, but the last exhaustion of lost vitality. , he lowered his eyes slightly, and said in a soft voice that only his companions could hear:

"Bishop Gelbert, thank you, death cannot prove anything, but it can wash away our sins."

Pale fingers pulled down the mask, and the blunt tone was diffused in the gust of wind.

"If it weren't for our slowness, I would have sat and watched, and many people would not have died."

Bright spell rays glowed on the armor.

"You killed nearly every wizard in sight."

"That includes our relatives, our friends, and our families who have served the Holy See for hundreds of years!"

"They are stupid enough to think that the power can be in their own hands. They don't dare to ask you to kill the noble wizards in the kingdom. In order to save the family, we can't do it. They have redeemed their stupidity with death. Now, It is our turn to atone with our lives for the dead."

The tired horses under the knights began to paw their hooves restlessly.Then, they spread out the huge wings that were tightly attached to the edge of the body, and they were so broken that only the skeleton remained.

The chasing soldiers of the Holy See let out short and frightening shouts. Not all of them clearly knew what kind of people wizards, or so-called devils, were. They came to hunt down the only heretic under the glory of God. .

The knights pulled out the battered long swords from their waists, engraved with the coats of arms of various families. They stared at the badge of the Knights Templar that once decorated the cross pattern on the sword, and now there was only a black mark, and then raised the sword over Over the head, it was thrown into the depths of the Rhoderick Wasteland.

What the right hand grasped again and pointed forward firmly was the wand.

The eyes with different pupil colors flowed under the visor with a cold radiance called indifference, word by word, repeating the once and last motto of the Knights Templar:

"Death is not loss, but the last way to gain."

The bright red light instantly swept across the world like a sharp blade along with the strong wind.

"Hilbert—"

The black bishop cried out in a desperate voice.

Then, in front of my eyes, I couldn’t see anything except the bloody brilliance caused by magic, the gust of flying sand and stones, the screams and chaotic neighing of horses. The flames were bright and brilliant in the midair. The stones burned together, and the sky was full of fire rain like meteors, smashing down fiercely.

"Do not--"

This cry of rage was not from the cardinal leading the Holy See's pursuit, nor from the terrified Bishop Gelbert, but from a huge shadow flying across the sky, shining like gold in the sky full of flames. Afterimage.

"Bright recovery!"

On the rocky wastes were only the bodies of those knights who had fallen sideways with their former companion Pegasus.

Even if the magic power was not exhausted due to the release of the last magic, it died in the chaos just now. Hundreds of frightened horses trampled under the rain of fire like the doomsday. , It is even impossible to distinguish who is right between them and the corpses of the pursuers.

And that white magic with great power, even the bright recovery that can save the last breath of the dying, just made some people in the pile of corpses struggle and twitch a few times, and opened their eyes blankly to look at the sky. Huoyu, and the huge and ferocious black fire dragon with its wings spread out on the flames.

"No, Hilbert! Sean! Mandel..."

Fiery flames spewed out from the mouth of the black dragon, leaving a long and terrifying black streak on the wasteland. Countless horses of the Holy See fled from the flames spouted by the dragon in haste, and were thrown flying by the flaming stones scattered all over the sky. Sha fell off the horse and was trampled and howled by the startled horse.

"Bones shattered into mud!"

The terrifying brilliance of black magic once again made the fire and rain in the sky strangely pale. All the people who had escaped the previous flames lay on the ground, twisting and rolling, watching their bodies break apart every inch, and there were horrific howls one after another.However, the strong fluctuations emitted by the soul when it is tortured are the most tempting food for some beings—

Dark shadows floated across the sky, gathering here from afar.

Melville raised his head vigilantly, staring at the depths of the Roderick wasteland.

Dementors.

As long as there are creatures with souls, they don't like the group of half-rotten guys wrapped in cloaks.

"Ow—"

The black dragon of Heshidia was reminding his knights to be careful, but obviously, the fact that the Knights Templar was completely destroyed made the sole heir of the Gryffindor family who had led the Knights Templar for 200 years completely fall into madness.

He left Rome and abandoned his former companions, just to oppose the heresy hunting west of the Rhine and acquiesce in the massacre of shaman wizards. Those who are addicted to power will eventually go further and further away.But who would have thought that in just four months, a snowy winter had passed, and blood had flowed all over the ground.The wizards wandering around still can't believe that Muggles are massacring all wizards, because in their minds, powerful aristocratic wizards are the same as Muggles, and more wizards who live in seclusion and concentrate on research have not even After hearing the news (such as Slytherin), when everyone reacted, everything was irreversible.

The black dragon of Heshidili flew very low, and most of the spears and weapons thrown towards it were knocked off by his wings. He picked up three or four trembling cavalrymen lying on their horses with one paw, and flew away from the ground tens of meters high. It suddenly released it, and it flew close to the ground when its knight uttered the spell very well. In an instant, the range of tens of meters was almost like a dead zone.

"Ow—"

Melville is not the powerful dragon in the legends. Its natural strength may help it ignore most of the less powerful magic attacks, but its thick skin cannot help it resist sharp weapons.

A cloud of blood mist filled the air.

"Melville...flying sand and flying stones!"

The bright long golden hair flew in the strong wind, and the figure jumped off the back of Heshidili Black Dragon, stepped on a rock swiftly, and then fell lightly to the ground.

"Armor body protection! Ice freezes!"

Keeping powerful wizards from using silent spells is a lot of the time to save mana, and it also means that the killing won't stop until enough people die.

Melville had spread his wings and soared into the sky.

As far as the eye can see, there are already dead bodies all over the wasteland, broken limbs everywhere, and people who cannot die for a while are rolling and crying in pain. The bright red blood is poured on the dry and cracked stones and the ground, making a slight sizzling sound. Small creatures like scorpions crawl excitedly out of cracks and holes in the ground to enjoy a feast.

In this doomsday-like scene, many people looked back in horror at the person they were familiar with, or who they had never seen but heard about.

He has long golden hair and silver light armor, but what he holds in his hand is not a dazzling knight's sword, but a wooden stick that they call a devil's item. The sky is dark, only this person's whole body is shining with strange white The light is like a layer of ice, all crossbow arrows and long spears will be knocked away when thrown, and beautiful shatter patterns appear one after another on it, and it will be frozen in the next moment.

"Fractured!"

"The stabbing blade pierces the chest!"

Shouts of terror momentarily tore the air.

They grabbed what seemed to be an ice blade that suddenly passed through their chests and struggled in disbelief, but soon the ice blade that took their lives melted, soaking the ground together with their blood.

"Lord Gryffindor—"

Bishop Gelbert screamed in despair, and watched stiffly as an ice blade flew straight, piercing his bishop's robe. His chest was icy cold, as if hot liquid was flowing down, but the ice blade stopped, only piercing his bishop's robe. After entering his skin, all the ice blades turned into shattered ice dust and fell down one after another.

Panting in shock, the black-clothed bishop who had escaped from death suddenly raised his head, only to find that familiar figure standing in front of him, and suddenly moved back several feet with his hands on the ground.Bishop Galbert, who has been in the Holy See for decades, has never felt that death is so close to him, and he has never seen Godric Gryffindor without a smile, those rare amber pupils, in the dim Under the diffuse backlight, the almost transparent seepage is cold.

The wand at the fingertips, with the white glow that the spell has just dissipated.

"Grand... Lord Gryffindor..." Bishop Gelbert was about to faint. The scariest scene he had ever seen in his life was nothing but a person who was burned to death, let alone someone with a high status of noble blood What he does most is dealing with numbers on parchment, debating the so-called divinity and belief, where has he seen such a terrifying scene.

With a scream, Godric suddenly came back to his senses, and saw that the people of the Holy See who were holding long swords and preparing to attack from behind were all thrown away by invisible force, screaming in mid-air that their bodies were torn apart, white bones The bright red flesh scattered and scatter down, the blood rained down, and a familiar shadow loomed in the misty mist thrown by the wind.

He searched for months, but couldn't find anyone.

Long black hair, lake-green eyes, deep, mysterious and cold, gracefully raised his arms slightly, as if the vast wasteland and the corpses all over the ground no longer existed.

"Salazar?"

The dementor wrapped in a black cloak brought horror and darkness directly rushed down from the sky. Gryffindor screamed and rushed over and dragged Slytherin behind him, but he didn't expect that those rag bags were just cheerful Kissed the dying who were still struggling on the ground, not approaching their surroundings at all.

Almost instantly, the groans all over the ground and the people who fled in terror disappeared.

Only the bishop in black was left stunned by the breath of the dementor.

"Awa..."

"Salazar!" Godric immediately grabbed Slytherin's other hand, "Don't kill him, he is Bishop Galbert, you met him more than four months ago, in Your home."

"madness."

Letting a person go will bring more hatred. Hasn't the war made people soberly understand this?

"Bishop Galbert is a very good person. He rescued Hilbert Sylvester's younger brother half a month ago... Besides me, that child is the only one alive in the Knights Templar so, let him go."

"A young wizard living in a Muggle? Surrounded by church officials who want to kill wizards? Godric, you are really crazy."

"...No one wants a war, Salazar, we can't save everyone, but at least, I don't want to see my former friends die again, even if they are not wizards."