Remembrance of the Goddess of God

The wind finally died down.

Murjia let go of his hand, and Panglaqi's figure gradually melted into the air.The elf with her hands down was quietly standing beside the only living wild horse besides her, quietly looking at the corpses all over the ground.

The girl's expression was very indifferent, but her golden eyes, which were still brilliant just now, had changed their color once again. It seemed that they had returned to their original golden-green color, or... a bit more dark green?

The sunlight can't show such a difference too much, and Murjia lowered his eyes again, so he can't tell whether there is a change or not.

The elf girl jumped onto the horse's back again, and the silver-gray wild horse neighed lowly, and quickly ran down from the platform they were on now.The horse didn't stop until it was on the flat ground, and Murjia moved his lips lightly, showing what seemed to be a smile to the horse.

"Thank you this time, Mandelia....Thank you for being by my side."

The horse named Mandelya neighed, probably expressing that it had nothing to do with it.And after hearing Mandelya's neighing, Murjia put away his smile and raised his left hand.

A silver-white light shot out from the palm of the elf's left hand, and rushed straight into the rock fortress.

Then the fortress built by the rock disintegrated at a speed that made Murjia stunned, but within a few dozen breaths, Murjia had already seen Tesmi hiding in the airtight fortress expedition team.

Dead bodies all over the place.

As soon as Tesme lifted the wall of rock, such a scene appeared before the expedition team.

A knight beside Lancelot gasped suddenly, and his men unconsciously tightened the reins, causing the horse under him to stomp the ground uncomfortably.

"The goddess is above..."

Fitzgerald, the most cheerful in the team, blurted out a prayer, and the young knight's gray-blue eyes widened in disbelief, looking straight at the nearly hundred corpses that surrounded the expedition team exposed after the rock disappeared.

Although it belonged to goblins, it was still hundreds of corpses.

What's even more frightening is that the expressions of those goblins are so serene that even dwarves can see them, as if they were not killed in battle at all... but, rather, some kind of magic that only appears in legends!

If it was a battlefield where blood flowed all over the ground after a fight, perhaps these human knights would not feel so terrible, but... like this...

On the contrary, the performance of the dwarves was extremely mediocre, but after all, the dwarves also have legends about Panglaqi. For the dwarves who deeply believe in the power of the goddess Dadana, perhaps it is only natural that Murjia can do such a thing ?

"Little Murjia...have you also dealt with the goblins lying in ambush in the east?"

A very loud dwarf knight who usually helped the old dwarf wizard pass the message to the front and back of the team immediately raised his voice and shouted.And on his face, Fitzgerald didn't see the slightest bit of fear and horror, as if it was just a natural thing for dwarves to eat five meals a day.

"...It has been dealt with, and there will be no more goblins within a thousand miles."

Murjia's sweet voice was heard like a stream just thawed in early spring. The distance between the people and the girl was at least half a mile, but Murjia's voice was still calm, not even raised by half a cent. The ground - it rang so clearly in people's ears!

More than one human knight changed his face - for them, the so-called witchcraft and magic were nothing more than legends, and now they saw such a terrible...

Many people's bodies trembled involuntarily.

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Humans' desire to control is the strongest and most terrifying of all races. Once we encounter something we cannot control, we will only have two reactions-either avoid it far away, or destroy it completely.

Lancelot rarely thought of Arthur's words.The young knight smiled wryly. For the first time, he felt that what Arthur said when he complained was absolutely right.

After Muerjia killed the attacking goblins with the power of Pangrach, the dwarves and some old knights who participated in the second war were alright, and all the young knights under Arthur began to consciously avoid Murjia ——Perhaps when they faced the corpses of nearly a hundred goblins, they realized that the only woman in the team was not only a young girl with a beautiful appearance that they could show their gallantry to, but also the three of the seven sacred objects. Holder of the most terrifying relic ever owned by the Clan Alliance.

He is also an elf illusionist who seems to only appear in legends, possessing the incomparable power to change the world.

Perhaps it was fear and the shock of overturning Murjia's inherent impression?Now the knights would rather fall behind a woman (or a girl) than appear in front of Murjia.

And after they arrived at Jiabang, a dwarf city that had lost all its residents in the second war, after two days of galloping, the human knights would rather set up tents and camp outside Jiabang than fight with dwarves and elves. Together, the gnomes asked the elves to use spells to protect them and live in a house that has remained unchanged for more than ten years.

Of course, he and Arthur are excluded.But this is of little use in making humans let go of their fear of Murjia.

but……

"...But this is too unfair to Murjia! After all, she is also protecting us, and then we repay her like this? How can this be..."

When Lancelot was talking like this to his good friend, Arthur finally couldn't help rolling his eyes after drinking a kettle of tea. "Lance, you really think too much. I don't think Murjia cares about this at all."

——Aren't she and her brother encountering such things in the elves often enough to get used to it?Back then, most of Xiyanong's letters to his brother were complaining about this!

But Lancelot was stuck in the middle of the way by his friend's casual attitude, and he didn't say all he had to say in the end.

——Even if Murjia himself didn't care, how could he not care?

—He...he after all...

——I like Murjia...

Lancelot smiled wryly, and looked up at the scenery outside the window.

Jiabang is a dwarf city, so it was naturally built underground according to the hobbies of the dwarves.Or...in an artificial pit where you can see the sky?

So although it is a little far away from the sky, I can still see the moonlight falling outside the window at this moment.

I can still hear soft singing...

—Wait, singing?

——Isn’t it the wind?

The knight's sky-blue eyes blinked, and he looked in the direction of the faint singing voice.

It is not a high-pitched and beautiful romantic tune like a singer in the court. Although the singing is beautiful, it is like a chant in a church that believes in the only true God. It calmly repeats a melody, ethereal and with With some kind of deep sorrow.

—Whose song is this?

When Lancelot found the place following the singing, what he saw was an elf sitting on the roof of a house.

Murjia sat on the edge of the eaves, in a dangerous posture, as if he would fall from the roof in the next moment.The girl's silver-white figure stayed dangerously high like this, as silent as a moonlight frozen there.

A calm and sad singing came from Murjia's direction.

It seemed to be the language and songs of the elves, with elegant rhymes, but the melody was still plain, like a breeze lingering around people.

But so sad...

"Murjia?"

The singing stopped immediately.

The silver-white girl lowered her head, meeting Lancelow's eyes.

The golden-green and sky-blue eyes stared at each other quietly, and for a moment, it seemed that even the sound of the wind in the air had been silenced.

"Cough...Murjia?"

The elf girl jumped from the roof. Although it was a dwarf's house, it was nearly three meters high.Murjia landed on the ground in a neat posture, without even showing the slightest pain.

"what's up."

Murjia raised his head and looked at Lancelot quietly.Under the thin, silvery moonlight, the elf's expression looked even more indifferent and calm, almost like a sculpture rather than a living creature.

"No, it's nothing, I found it listening to the singing..." Lancelot touched his nose, "Murjia, what song is this? Although I think it's the style of elves, but when I was in the Mejerta Valley I’ve never heard of it before. You also know that in the Kingdom of Rogers, the Mejerta River Valley is one of the few places where many elves live..."

"Of course you wouldn't have heard it." Mu Erjia slightly raised his half-drowned eyes from just now, "This is the song of the mourner."

"what?"

"It's no accident that the elves don't die outside the forest. You certainly don't hear anyone singing mourners' songs in the valley of the Metelta."

——Send...to a funeral?

The knight's sky-blue eyes widened incredulously, and it took a moment for him to regain his calm look.

—For whom?For those goblins?

"No matter which side you stand on, life itself is equal." As if seeing Lancelow's shock and disbelief, Murjia turned his head slightly and looked away.

"It's just that if we want to survive, we have to kill them. But... their souls must be sent to the country of Sid."

Murjia's attitude was very flat, it seemed that the matter of 'introducing the soul of goblins into the country of Sid' was as natural as the growth of vegetation in spring and autumn, and did not need to be understood or explained.

——But Murjia's expression now... Although it is so pale that few people can see what she is thinking, but...

Lancelot looked at the elf girl with an aggrieved expression as if someone had bullied her, and didn't know what to say.

Murjia looked at Lancelot for a while, but the continuous silence between the two made her lower her eyes again, turned around and planned to change to another place and start singing this song containing the power of the Undertaker again.

It seems that this person who started to care about her when she didn't know anything will not accept it after all...

"Wait, Murjia, I didn't mean that by being silent!"

Lancelow suddenly grabbed Murjia's arm, and the elf stopped and looked back at the knight, with a rare and obvious look of confusion on his face.

"... Lancelot?"

"I... I just want to know, how to sing this song in human language?"

Mu Erjia was very silent for a while.

But then, the elf suddenly reopened his lips and sang a flat but mournful melody.

But this time, Murja spoke human beings, or more precisely, the dialect spoken in the Mejerta valley.

"The time has come, my brother

The time of the living is always limited, remember, don't indulge in irrecoverable time

under the moonlight

The way to Sid is opened,

go away my brother

Don't wander in the world of the living

everything that belongs to you is gone

whether hero or villain

None of you can continue your deeds

go away my brother

Don't miss what you can no longer touch

don't torture the one you love

don't torture yourself

leave here

The dead have the land of the dead..."

It was a very plain song, and the lyrics were not outstanding. It seemed that it was just a person advising those undead who refused to go to the country of Sid and stayed in this world.But Lancelot faintly felt that there was some huge power hidden in this song with only excellent melody, like a road sign, faintly guiding something.

After successfully summoning the Holy Grail of Adolina, Lancelot has always felt that he has suddenly made some strange progress in some aspects, especially in these specious places about 'spells'.

But the current Cavaliers don't want to consider these aspects.

He just quietly looked at Murjia who was singing.

Perhaps it was guessed that Murjia's emotions and thoughts had become proficient these days, and Lancelow had indeed noticed that Murjia's mood was very low these two days.

Or is it more appropriate to use sad?

Lancelot couldn't tell, so he had to do the only thing he could—

Go and be with Murjia, at least when she is sad.

He didn't have any thoughts about Fitzgerald's courtship, he just wanted to be with Murjia at this time.

It was just because he sensed that Murjia needed company.

It's that simple.

When Murjia's singing stopped, it was already the deepest darkness before dawn.The elf silently looked at the knight who was shivering from the cold but still insisted on standing beside her. The color of the golden-green eyes changed, as if he had taken a step towards dark green.