Male Supporters Want to Fall in Love [Quick Transmigration]

"What the hell is this place?" Miller retrieved his sword, and both his and Suzie's horses were intact.He asked Winterson, "Did you notice the name of this town when you came in?"

Winterson paused, as if remembering, then shook his head: "No."

"There are only five towns in the frontier, Silan City, Portburn City, Moria City, and the two small towns of Best and New Randy." As the successor of the royal family, Susie is very familiar with the geography of the kingdom. Very puzzled: "We have already passed through three towns when we came. There should not be such a large settlement between Silan City and Moria City."

Miller put his eyes on the half-human half-dragon Zhang Ning: "Then you..."

Before he finished speaking, Winterson stopped in front of Zhang Ning with a low voice: "He doesn't even know."

Miller had no choice but to look away: "Okay."

He knelt down and checked the fallen townspeople, then frowned, turned to the three of them and said, "They are all dead."

Susie's expression changed slightly, and she asked, "Is everyone in the whole town dead?"

Miller looked solemn, nodded and said in a deep voice: "All."

There were only four of them standing here in the whole town, and it was eerily quiet.

Winterson broke the silence: "I didn't do it."

His tone was still indifferent, without the slightest panic or tension, as if this matter had nothing to do with him, he just wanted to express his opinion.

He pulled Zhang Ning to stand where he was, stopped moving forward, and kept a distance from Miller Susie and the others.

"Does it have something to do with me?" Zhang Ning asked the system nervously, "I was not conscious at that time, it couldn't be..."

He was afraid that his original form caused the stampede.

The system said: "No, it has nothing to do with you."

Zhang Ning thought for a while, then asked, "What about Winterson?"

The voice of the system is indifferent and tough: "It involves plot, no comment."

Zhang Ning understood, this is what he needs to complete as a tasker.

Over there Miller had examined it carefully: "No marks, no mortal wounds of any kind."

Susie frowned and asked, "Could it be poisoning?"

"But what poison is there that will cause them to attack and die at the same time?" Miller shook his head, denying Susie's conjecture.

The Knight Commander of Light looked at Winterson again and asked, "Winterson, I need you to tell us exactly what you saw."

Winterson didn't speak at first, Zhang Ning glanced at his icy face, and said for him: "We were brought here as soon as we came in, and then..."

"Then I saw them praying," Winterson interrupted Zhang Ning, and continued: "The oracle asked me to take off my cloak, and I moved my hand at him, and suddenly everyone fell down."

"Then I left here."

He recounted what he had experienced in a few words, without mentioning Zhang Ning from the beginning to the end.

Miller frowned deeply, wondering: "What kind of envoy, the Holy See has never established such a priesthood."

Winterson glanced around and said casually, "He's over there, you can go over and see if he's dead."

The place he was pointing at was near the fountain. A person in a white cloak was lying on the ground, reckless, but that white cloak could be seen at a glance. Susie was the closest, and she walked over first.

Miller quickly stopped her: "Your Highness, please back off, let me come."

Holding the saber in his hand, he cautiously went forward to investigate, and sure enough, he saw several bloodstains on the man's body, which seemed to be caused by Winterson.

Susie stepped back obediently, and stood by the fountain. Behind her was the statue of a goddess with a scepter in both hands, with a benevolent face.

The heroine of the novel with time-traveling elements is dressed in a man's knight outfit, neat and tidy, showing a heroic appearance.She has black hair and black eyes, above her head is a golden progress bar that only Zhang Ning can see, and behind her is a delicately carved statue of a goddess.

But in Zhang Ning's eyes, this scene has a feeling of detachment. The progress bar on the heroine's head appears between the statue and the heroine. He even has an illusion that he is in a game with a Western fantasy background.

Zhang Ning's eyelids twitched. He grabbed the elf's clothes and suggested, "Let's go and have a look."

He noticed Winterson's almost indifferent attitude towards the two, and he wanted to use a negotiating tone, but unexpectedly, Winterson agreed to him.

"Okay," Winterson said, he pulled the hem of his clothes out of Zhang Ning's hand, and then held his wrist, "I saw your gold coin."

The familiar bag fell to the side of the fountain, spilling out a few gold coins.

What happened today was so confusing that Zhang Ning almost forgot about it. Winterson walked over, bent down to pick them up, and said, "Not one is missing."

At this moment, Susie suddenly asked, "Is the goddess of light like this?"

Zhang Ning heard the sound and looked, and saw that the heroine was looking up at the goddess statue.

People should not look directly at the gods, and they must maintain awe of the statues of the gods, but Suzie has no scruples, looking at the goddess statues and thinking.

The two knights present were both from the church. Miller, as the head of the knight of light, was one of the people closest to the goddess of light in the church. He got up and walked over, asking, "What's wrong, did you find something wrong?"

"Look at her hands," Susie pointed to the part where the statue held the scepter, she recalled, and said slowly: "I remember, the statue of the Goddess of Light in your church has the right hand on the top and the left hand on the bottom .”

"Yes," Miller forgot the piety of "one should not look directly at the gods" for a moment, raised his head to look carefully, and said in a low voice: "People who carve gods will never make such mistakes, and its Eye……"

Miller said slowly: "The goddess of light is in charge of the healing that symbolizes light. She stands opposite the sun and looks directly at the sun, so she has the shadow of the sun in her right eye; while standing behind the sun, she has the sun in her left eye." The shadow is..."

"—is the god of darkness, Corellon, the Goddess of Darkness."

The blond elf who suddenly made a sound looked cold, with sharp and sharp facial lines.He stood under the statue of the god, but he had no sense of awe, and even mocked the green eyes looking at the statue of the god.

The half-human silver dragon narrowed the pupils into a line, and the sharp blue eyes of the beast easily magnified the details of the statue:

The right eye of this goddess statue is white, while on the left, there is a pattern of a sun.

Miller looked at the dead people around in disbelief: "So they are praying to the Goddess of Darkness!"

Susie has only come into contact with the Goddess of Light since she traveled here, and has no impression of other gods. Although she has no beliefs, she is still very interested and asked, "What will I get from praying to the Goddess of Darkness?"

"Nothing is gained," said Winterson coldly, "but believers must give their lives and souls."

"Because the Goddess of Darkness was born for this."

As soon as he finished speaking, the white cloak behind Winterson was suddenly blown up by the wind.

The azure blue pupils contracted violently, and Zhang Ning called him subconsciously: "Winterson—"

Black smoke rose from the inside of the cloak, twisting into a human shape. It raised the sharp blade in its hand high, and the empty sleeve robe was supported by the black mist, stabbing down fiercely.

"Pfft."

As a dragon, Zhang Ning's speed was too fast, and the elf who was pushed away could only open his eyes wide and look at his punctured arm.

He immediately turned around and dragged Zhang Ning behind him, stared at the black mist, and chanted a spell: "The bondage of green!"

The green was overwhelming, and all the surrounding plants rushed over, trapping the weird white cloak.

All this happened too quickly, Miller pulled out his sword, told Susie to back away in a low voice, and then recited the spell of light, and the soft light wrapped around his sword.

Winterson circled Zhang Ning with one hand, pulled out the saber from his waist with the other, and quickly backed away until his heels hit the fountain pool.

Blood soaked Zhang Ning's sleeves, and Winterson's hands were also covered with blood.

Zhang Ning was glad that he blocked the knife for Winterson, because the opponent aimed at Winterson's heart. He covered his wound and asked, "What is that?"

Winterson tightened the corners of his mouth and looked cold.

"Undead," he said in a cold voice, "a follower of the Goddess of Darkness who collects souls in the name of the Goddess of Light."

"So these people were all taken away by him with their lives and souls..." Miller suddenly jumped up to the edge of the fountain pool, swung his sword and stabbed at the god statue in the center of the pool.

The statue masquerading as the Goddess of Light was struck hard and fell, falling apart in the fountain.

The undead imprisoned by the vines was enraged, his voice was dark and dry: "Go away, lowly human race!"

A faint blue flame floated out of him, and the burned part of the vine was directly turned into ashes.

"There are still remnants of the abandoned race..."

"Elf," the undead under the cloak stared at Winterson with black eyes, and said viciously, "You should have disappeared in the last era."

Winterson's expression remained unchanged, and he began to chant complicated elf spells.

Soaked in the pool water, the vines suddenly flourished. They seemed to have gained sufficient vitality and scattered in all directions.

The undead was in the form of a skeleton, and the body made a "creaking" sound, as if laughing.

The undead had extracted the vitality of many people, and the endless blue flames burned silently.

Although the number of those vines has been increasing, Zhang Ning noticed Winterson's pale face.

This consumes too much magic power, even the extremely talented elves can't bear it.

"Roar--"

The silver dragon suddenly raised its head and roared. He rolled up the gravel on the fountain pool with his tail and threw it over, and then sprayed dragon flames at the undead.

The fiery flames of the dragon clan collided with the blue undead flames, almost canceling each other out.The undead seemed to be extremely interested in the silver dragon: "I never thought there would be dragons."

"If you refine it into a bone dragon, it should be stronger."

He made no secret of his covetousness for the silver dragon, the blond elf's eyes were gloomy, and he uttered the spell again with a pale face.

More vines swept over, and this time, it was the dragon flame that bumped into the silver dragon without avoiding it, and when it was about to disappear into nothing, it entangled the body of the undead.

The white cloak instantly burned - the dragon flames of the dragon tribe can destroy everything.

"No..." The undead panicked, his body was really a bone, creaking from being burned by the dragon flames, Miller immediately seized the opportunity, the pure white light elements turned into a round light ball, and rushed towards him. undead.

"Elf!" The half-burned skeleton opened its jaw, and he said loudly, "You must die! You cannot resist the fate of abandonment!"

"You too." Winterson replied in a low voice, watching the undead being engulfed by the light element and falling to the ground.

He was panting violently, his handsome face was terribly pale, he finally couldn't hold it anymore, he knelt down on the ground, but his eyes were fixed on the silver dragon, like a believer praying devoutly, he said in a low voice, humble:

"You won't abandon me, will you..."

He got no response, but he fell into the azure ocean and seemed to float in the sky.

Winterson closed his eyes contentedly.