Remembrance of the Goddess of God

A piece of crisp and white letter paper in this era was unfolded on the log desk. On it, lines of graceful and beautiful handwriting emerged with dark blue ink as the base.

"To the greatest master of darkness

请”

The quill is resting on the word, it seems that the writer of the letter has temporarily left for some reason.

But just on the letter paper, traces of being smashed down by tears kept appearing.

The tears came from a pair of dark blue eyes, as beautiful as the clear night sky.And the owner of these eyes is pale with his own face, crossing his chest with his hands, praying hopelessly.

"God... Please protect my son, he is the only child born to me and the king of mankind, my lover Udair! I am here to confess that I have always been because he is more important than me and the only true God. I hate him for being close to elves and dwarves; here I repent that I wished he died so I could have a child who understood me and hated elves...I repent here of all the wrongs I have done...God only You can protect my son!"

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After resting in Jiabang for a day and a half, under the urging of Arthur and Tesmee, the expedition team embarked on the journey to the tower of the gray elves.On this journey, the expedition encountered three attacks from goblins.

"...Damn it, are these goblins looking for some kind of mark? They are following us like a pack of famished wolves!" Fitzgerald struggled to find a way forward among the goblin corpses. , while cursing a few words.

Although the power of the Panglaqi magic sword allows them to deal with these goblins unscathed.But from the second time on, there is no distinction between day and night, and even the goblins who started to use bows and arrows and some small spells made the nerves of these knights who grew up after the second war severely tense, and Mu The mental pressure brought to them by Erjia's single-handed release of Grachi's power...

These knights are still alive and kicking, which has surprised the old wizard Tesmee, and finally attributed this phenomenon to the good influence of Arthur's rough nerves.

——Of course, Arthur himself would never admit that he was really rough in some respects.

"You still don't understand?" Buise snorted beside his companion, his expression obviously overwhelmed the other's complacency in his head, "Obviously the attack came after we entered the wasteland, these It's not that goblins can't enter the outskirts of the human domain, it's not obvious that it's Yi—why did you hit me!"

"You're the one who doesn't want to live!" Fitzgerald stared nervously at Buise with his gray-blue eyes, and the expression on his face showed that he wanted to beat up this companion who was only superficially intelligent, "Which of us couldn't think of it? Will we say it? The one who is in power now is still 'who', if you don't want to live, you can just call out that name!"

"..."

Buice stared at Fitzgerald depressedly for a while, and after realizing his mistake, he obediently sat aside to rest, and stopped talking.

But neither of the two knights noticed that standing not far behind them was someone they didn't want to hear these conversations.

"...Can even a knight who hasn't experienced many intrigues guess..."

After walking for a while, Lancelot finally dared to sigh.

"Sure enough, my hope is too naive..."

——Even these knights who didn't involve the battles in the court, but just stayed outside the city of Lott and in Sisdhamburg as Arthur's backup force could see it, why was he the only one who kept holding Ig all the time? Queen Mel would never hope to do such a thing... and she has never dared to think about it?

——Or...too naive...

"It's not naive, it's just that you didn't expect Queen Igmail to do such a stupid thing."

Murjia's cool and pleasant voice sounded in front of Lancelot. The elf girl with beautiful silver-white long hair looked at the knight quietly, with an indifferent expression but caring eyes.

"The alliance of the three clans is necessary, because facing the goblins who are ruled by the dark... nameless beast, if the three clans are dispersed, they will be completely wiped out by the goblins-this is not an exaggeration. So no one will fight with the goblins To unite and betray the three clans, you just didn't expect that someone would ignore everything and please the nameless beast for their own personal grievances. That's all."

Murjia's tone was very affirmative, which miraculously calmed Lancelow's emotions at the moment.There was a sigh in the blue eyes of the sky, and then he looked at the elf quietly and intently.

"...Thank you, I'm sorry for letting you see me like this..." Lancelow let out a breath, and put on a smile again on his face—he always tried to smile when facing Murjia.

"It's okay." Murjia responded lightly, then grabbed Lancelow's left hand and led him to walk in one direction.

"It just so happens that Tesmi has already spoken to Rock, and it's time for dinner."

"Ah? Is there any new news this time?"

"Maybe we can enter the Great Swamp tomorrow, and when we get there, Tesmi can directly use witchcraft to bring us into the gray elf clan."

"is it?"

"This road is about to end..."

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The black-purple flames danced in the air, and every jump would bring a sound like a heartbeat.The filthy and evil breath diffused in the air with the flame as the center, and at the bottom of the flame, there were dozens of young children who were struggling and howling!

This flame was burned with children as fuel!

It can be seen that most of those children have the appearance of humans, a few have the thin figure of elves, and even fewer have the appearance of dwarves.

But regardless of the race of these children, they were all placed under the black and purple flames, screaming in pain.Will the goblin standing next to the flames throw a few more children into it—if the children under the flames have lost their breath, they will stop shouting.

And many more children were chained aside with ropes.

They seemed to have been frightened by the sight in front of them, they would just sit there in a daze, occasionally there would be a few small crying sounds - they didn't dare to cry loudly, the children who did that had been thrown away by the goblins In flames.

But it seems that there is a girl who is different.

It was barely recognizable as her, a girl with blond hair and sky-blue eyes.She was standing beside the goblin, not bound by a rope.But the clothes on his body were still torn, and he didn't seem to get any good treatment.

Her name was Maria, and her friend had rescued her with a ruby ​​they had picked up from the road.But her friend, Joe, was thrown into the fire by the goblins.

The goblin is still trustworthy, almost two months, no matter how much Maria cries and makes trouble, she has not been thrown into the fire.

But she can't expect to get better treatment.

Maria sat quietly on the side, staring blankly at the flames.

She didn't know why she wanted to look at the flames that took away her friend, but there seemed to be something that prevented her from taking her attention back.

And just when Maria was about to break away from this weird attention, the black-purple flame suddenly changed.

The flame spread out to both sides with a mirror, revealing an indistinct scene—that scene was not what the other side of the flame should have, but instead... seemed like a huge room?

The goblins in purple robes knelt down facing the flames one after another, and they didn't know what to say in their hoarse language.

Maria stared blankly at the scene in the flames, and an orange-red light flashed faintly in her sky-blue eyes.

Then, a voice came from the flames.

That voice was extraordinarily cold, so that even though it also used the goblin's rough pronunciation, it made Maria feel as if she had entered winter all of a sudden.It spoke for a long time, and those vicious goblins just... just knelt there, kowtowed?and it seems...

Maria blinked her eyes, and the little girl almost thought her eyes were broken.

Otherwise, how could she have seen such a scene?Those goblins who kill them without batting an eye are scared?

Taking advantage of no one's attention on her, she shook her head quietly.But with this action, Maria immediately felt that something was staring at her!

The voice in the flame paused, then slowed down, and said something again...

And this time, after finishing speaking, the goblin who was kneeling by the fire immediately stood up, and regardless of Maria's screams, he grabbed her and threw her into the fire!

The black-purple flame suddenly exploded, and then suddenly extinguished the next moment.

All that was left was a pile of tiny bones of the children.

Strangely, Maria disappeared.

The girl with blond hair and sky-blue eyes just disappeared into the image in the center of the flame.

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"...Is this the city of steel and plastic?"

Seeing the image created by Tesmi and Murjia's joint magic, Ou Fang muttered in disappointment.

"How could this be... I thought..."

"Thought it was a city made of steel?" Lost raised his eyebrows amusedly, "How is that possible? Even Baiyan Mountain, which is best at refining steel, and the Ice Field Elves, who are the longest at machinery, can't make a city built purely with steel. What's more, the gray elves live in the swamp, even if they use spells to create a solid ground that can live on it, such ground can't bear the weight of the steel city wall, right?"

"……Too."

Ou Fang nodded depressingly, his mood obviously depressed - Ou Fang can be said to be the most innocent person in the team, as long as there are novelties made of steel, this dwarf can lift his spirits, and he can concentrate on it wholeheartedly. Except for paying attention to the situation when he was in Cistercian to make the teacher face, at other times, even Murjia's face could not make him think about problems other than metal.

——Is it a kind of simplicity?

"That's why...the name of Tower Saint Raul comes from the fact that the city of the gray elves was barely lost in the second war, so Queen Lianna praised 'this is a city as indestructible as steel' ……besides……"

Lost started to popularize the history with great interest, but obviously others didn't pay much attention to the story of the elf sacrifice.

They—of course, this algorithm ruled out Ou Fang—were all looking at the patterns Arthur had drawn on the ground with his fingers.

It was a simple map centered on the great swamp where the gray elves lived and expanded to all directions.

The human prince rarely showed a dignified look on his face. He slowly and carefully drew out every noteworthy place beside the big swamp—those that could hide the army, those that could enter the big swamp, and those that could cut off the delivery of food. Those who enter the path of Tower Saint Roll can use some spells to raid the place of Tower Saint Roll...

By the time Arthur finished drawing and marking all the pictures, the sun had already turned to almost one-tenth of the sky.

"...Probably that's it." Arthur let out a long breath, and his usual bright smile reappeared on his face, which was very similar to Lost. "Murjia, Master Tesmi, if we really encounter the worst situation, we really can only rely on you two - you must not make trouble here ~ Lost can't let a bunch of miscellaneous The grass blocks the goblin's knife~"

"Absolutely not! Do you think old Tesmi is your father's idiot who gets his brains tied up when he sees a beautiful woman?" Tesmi raised his eyebrows, and his voice more than doubled.

But Murjia just lowered his head, slowly and seriously, and looked at the map drawn by Arthur again.

Then the girl raised her head and solemnly nodded to Arthur.

"...If it wasn't for the nameless beast to fight in person, you can rest assured."

Arthur was obviously taken aback for a moment, before letting go of his voice and laughing.

"Murjia, aren't you too confident? How dare you say that? That... it hurts! Lost, why are you crazy!"

The elf priest gave a low sneer, and the short silver staff appeared in his hand again.At this moment, the scepter was whirling in Lost's hand, crackling and emitting various arcs of light.

Arthur yelled suddenly, and then got involved with Ou Fang, and the three of them started fighting together.Tesmi also stood up and walked to the dwarf warriors, looking like he wanted to borrow some tobacco.

In a blink of an eye, Lancelot and Murjia were left next to the map.

The elf girl lowered her eyes, first looked at the map drawn by Arthur again, and then stretched out her hand to carefully smooth out the land.

Then she raised her head and looked at Lancelot with a smile.

"It's been a long time since Mandelya has let go for a run. For safety reasons, Lancelot, would you like to run with me outside the camp?"

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Black and red, obviously not all fires in nature are burning outside the city walls.

The burned city wall didn't look too tall, but on the city wall, there was a ring of runes with gray-green light around it.

This is the city of the gray elves, San Roel.But the former "Steel-Plastic City" seems to be crumbling in this black and red magic fire.

A few gray elves who were still standing on the city wall supported the city wall with both hands, chanting lengthy spells non-stop.The patterns on their faces, which were obviously drawn by hand, twisted and twisted as they chanted, as if they were snakes that had life but were on the verge of death.

But they seem to be unable to hold on for much longer—after all, they are no match for their ancestors, those gray elves who gave the city of the gray elves the reputation of Tower Saint Raul in the Second War.But this is also understandable, after all, those powerful gray elves who learned the spells brought by the willow trees have all fallen in the second war, and now these elves can only be said to have just found the way to get started child.

All gray elves understand this.

So they could only look at the goblin army outside the city wall with desperate eyes, because they didn't know when Tower Saint Roll would be completely broken by the goblins.At that time, neither warriors in their prime nor old people and children could survive the goblin massacre.

Because of the magic fire that surrounds the entire tower of Saint Raul, not even a gray elf can successfully escape from the city.

Not even one.

However, the magic fire suddenly went out.

The goblins retreated one after another, as if they were no longer trying to occupy the city standing on the wasteland.

Everything seemed to calm down altogether.

Three days before the expedition arrived.