The "wild" traveler of "room wear"

The wind whimpered through the dark woods, and the trees rustled as they passed.In the shadows, the eyes of several beasts flickered.

Footsteps sounded hastily, then horseshoes.

Then, the long sword was unsheathed, and the horse neighed.

Blood was spilled in the dark woods.

"the seventh."

A cold voice sounded, but after the voice, the darkness fell silent again.

The remaining knights and bishops gathered together, and the horses stamped restlessly.

"I can't find it again. Paul, are we really not going to retreat?"

Bishop Edward with blond hair and blue eyes said worriedly that the other bishop beside him had a face with sharp features like a knife cut. He remained silent, and then moved his lips.

"Since they have circled us in, once we retreat, we will have no chance of survival."

The leader of the knights took a deep breath, "If that's the case, then stick to it to the end."

The knight felt bitter. He thought she was just a witch, but he didn't expect that she had companions!Most of this team of paladins, together with the two powerful bishops, were killed.

After a while of silence, Bishop Paul took out a golden dagger, which emitted silver light. After muttering prayers, the silver light slowly emitted, pointing in all directions.

Everyone's faces darkened.

Edward sighed, and took out a forearm-long golden scepter from his pocket with one hand. The knights looked at the scepter in awe.

"Grass will wither, flowers will wither, only the word of God will stand forever in the world."

As soon as the words fell, the top of the golden scepter emitted a soft red light.

Not far away, the barrier under Salazar began to tremble.

Godric suddenly stood up,

"coming soon!"

The bursts of light are like dancing stars, and in the woods not far away, vines slide silently.

Joseph stood up slowly, holding on to the branches of the tree.

Helga took out her wand and murmured something. Soon, a metallic luster shone from under the vines, and it went out again in an instant.

The trap was set up properly, Helga frowned and looked at Salazar with some concern.

"Even the recovery speed of magic power is affected. Is this really no problem?"

Salazar looked over calmly, with a hint of joy in his voice,

"We have destroyed the silver coins, but they can still track them. I have to say that Paul is really used to giving people surprises."

Helga sighed, glanced past Godric who trusted Salazar so much, and then looked at Joseph with some helplessness.

This guy doesn't dare to speak lies now.

Under her cold gaze, Joseph trembled all over again. He has gone through several "full body checks" and his brain has been invaded twice. He thought he was numb, but he didn't expect Ms. Mandela to be so light The look in his eyes still made him feel the coolness.

"If you bring people from the Holy See, then I will reward you with a more tolerant death than the Holy See."

These were the exact words of the tall wizard knight, and Joseph didn't think it was a joke now.

But fortunately in the misfortune, these wizards have not given up on him until now, though. . .

Joseph gave a wry smile, and the vines silently bound his hands and feet, and his whole body was taken out of the shadow and exposed to the moonlight.

Screaming was useless, because of the magic, even though he had grown his mouth and tried his best, he couldn't make a sound.

The knights and bishops came quickly.

A brilliant flame burst out from the golden scepter.The light was like a sharp arrow, and it shot towards Joseph in mid-air.

Again.

Joseph thought numbly.

Before the fire light got close to two meters around the figure, it was corroded by a burst of light green light.Godric swung the great sword he had won from the goblin, appeared from the shade of a tree, and another knight fell off his horse.

The vine shrank for a while.

The man holding the sword and the figure under the moonlight disappeared.

The knights reined in their horses in time, but before they could see their opponents clearly, they heard Paul shouting loudly.

"Back up."

The leader retreated the fastest, but one of his remaining three subordinates was pulled into a deep pit full of sharp arrows by the vines of the riot.

Bloody air filled the air.

"No. 11."

The wind is getting colder and colder, and the forest is whimpering.

Paul clenched the dagger tightly, the warm execution unique to the heritage of the Holy See made his icy fingers tremble slightly.He remained expressionless.His eyes flicked across the knight's corpse, revealing an indistinct sadness.

God bless you, innocent victims.

All of this was originally a struggle for power, so death was just a bargaining chip.

Even if someone knew that it was he, Paul, who tipped off old Sam, what did it matter?

He will not give up the rights of the Holy See.

Hundreds of years ago, Merlin only gained power in the British Isles, so he could be made a god by future generations.Earlier, which of the "miracles" of Christianity and those famous "saints" were not the masterpieces of wizards?

Today's pious Muggles who hate wizards may not have many people who believe that the gods they think are the gods of wizards in the first place.

Unfortunately, there are too many Muggles in this world.

When the Holy See expanded on this continent, when the wizards were defeated in the power struggle, and when Muggles occupied the core of the Holy See, fear and desire all prompted them to kill real wizards impatiently.But Paul, he just didn't want to take it passively.

In the palm of his hand was spinning the legendary dagger handed down by the saints, the Holy Radiance.

The magic circle inside allows Muggles to cast magic.Those idiots in the Holy See always like to use this kind of thing to fool the world, but if there is no real wizard to use magic to repair it, this dagger and Edward's scepter can only last for 100 years at most.

The night was getting colder, but Paul's heart was burning with fire.

Sending him to investigate the matter in the empty city is a trap in itself, even if he finds a scapegoat, those people can jump out and deny it.

Who called his "backer", Archbishop Sekesi, is dying?

Paul glanced at Edward, who was blond and blue-eyed, and kept reciting the Bible. He was Sikesey's nephew, but he came here, which showed that those people were unwilling to wait any longer.

It's so simple and you want to catch everything?When he's stupid old Sam?Paul sneered when he thought of the hands and feet he had done in the holy water.That potion can save Sikexi's life for at least three years.

Three years is enough.

Well, the game should be a little more interesting.

Paul looked down at the leader of the knights and his two remaining terrified men, and smiled with his head down.

At this moment, a knight trembled all over. He got on his horse and tried to escape from this dark and gloomy place regardless of the leader and the bishop.

"Myron!"

Amidst the rage, a long sword pierced his throat. The knight opened his eyes wide and looked back at his companion who was also terrified and had just ended his life.

"what are you doing?"

The leader of the knights couldn't help shouting. He looked at the deserter who died, and then at the only subordinate who was so tense that he killed someone.His trembling hand was still on the scabbard.

The blond bishop couldn't help turning pale.

"Is it about to fail?"

The scepter can remove fear, but its daily use is limited.

People in the Holy See said that it needs to be bathed in sunlight in order to regain the power to overcome darkness.

But now, in order to chase down the evil witch, they risked to make the scepter and dagger cooperate with each other, and I am afraid that there is not much power left in the two holy artifacts.

Paul was silent. When he looked at his companion, there was sadness in his eyes.

This sadness stung Edward. If it weren't for those people, those people with corrupt hearts, how could he and Paul have come to this point?

The archbishop's life was dying, and they, as his direct descendants, were going to be framed at this juncture.

To die at the hands of a wizard, or to be condemned by the Holy See, Edward couldn't tell which one was better.

The wind was low and hoarse.

Paul's heart beat faster.

Two knights, two monks, just right.

about to start.

The shade of the trees moved around, and three black cloaks appeared in the shadows.

Paul held the scepter tightly and met a pair of playful blue eyes.

Then, he smiled.

***

The night will cover everything, but the sun will always come.

The next morning, Marui woke up very energetic. He told Severus and Merope about the "beautiful scenery" he saw in the forest, and both of them were a little excited.

They routinely checked the space-time protective device, and found that there was still no "signal" response from this thing, so they took advantage of the morning light and came to the woods.

hunt.

It's a really good sport.

Severus desperately needed more potion materials that only belonged to the Middle Ages. He "scourered" a few "interesting" potion books in Diagon Alley. Do an experiment.

Merope was a little hesitant. The forest made her a little tempted, but looking at Tom who was snoring, she still refused to join the hunt.

The reason is naturally not to worry about safety issues!In fact, even Severus had to admit that ever since Merope got her wand, her ability to learn and her rapid increase in mana had been astonishing!She is more than capable of taking little Tom on a safe hunt in the forest.

But the real reason to stop Merope is very simple, because Marui said,

"There are many snakes in the forest."

Thinking of snakes, Merope's mood is a little complicated. Snake language is her talent. After getting along with her for a long time, she is no longer as worried that Marui will know her ability. Prejudice exists, but she is still reluctant to take risks.

Her biggest concern was actually little Tom.

Merope still remembers that her mother, who died young, had a big fight with her father over Parseltongue.

My mother believes that the more snake whisperers, the less they should be with snakes when they are young, because they are already proficient in another language before they learn human language, which is very dangerous in itself.

Even young snakes tend to mature faster than humans.

Snakes are inherently cruel, prey on the weak, indifferent, cunning and suspicious, this is their nature!

If a snake whisperer has been with real snakes since he was born, and he has accepted the values ​​​​of snakes before he integrates into the world of wizards, even if he really grows up one day, the initial impact of those lives will also Hidden in the depths of his character like an endless shadow.

If Merope talked to Marui about this matter, Marui would definitely raise his hands in favor of this point of view.

Childhood has a very important and far-reaching influence on personality. A baby who is naturally proficient in snake language is likely to be biased towards the snake race in self-cognition.

For example, the Dark Lord, Marui once told his cousin that the last snake face shape of the Dark Lord and his aesthetics are actually reasonable.

Snake is his first companion and first mentor, even if he is proud of his wizard identity, what taught him to survive, gave him a sense of security, acceptance and trust in those childhood years full of rejection, hardship and darkness , most likely only snakes.

In this way, isn't it normal for the Dark Lord to think that the snake's face is beautiful?

It's a pity that Merope doesn't know this, she just prefers to believe in her mother who brought her brief warmth in her childhood.

She lightly touched Tom's sleeping face, thinking about Marui's principles of conduct, and couldn't tolerate the possibility that Tom's character would displease Marui.

'Baby, don't worry, you have to gain the power to control this ability first. '

Merope made up his mind and declined Ma Rui's invitation.

Ma Rui was a little surprised, but when he looked at the sleeping little Tom, he felt emotional. Sure enough, only the mother sacrificed her own preferences for the sake of the child regardless of gains or losses.

"Bring some seeds back, if you can."

Merope looked at Ma Rui's gentle expression, and said so with a move in his heart.When she was little, when her mother was not so ill, they had a hedge of enchanted roses.There is a soundless bird that always stays there, and she likes to watch it comb its sky-blue feathers, and enjoy the birdsong around it calmly and silently.

"What seed?"

Marui thought of Devil's Snare and Whomping Willow, and felt a little bad.

Merope blinked, "Magic rose? How about it? We can decorate the fence."

God knows if magic roses have been bred in this era!

But Ma Rui still breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay, I will look for it, even if there are no roses, there may be other plants."

Merope nodded gently.She watched Ma Rui and the others leave.

The valley suddenly became empty, and she suddenly thought of the ending of the soundless bird.

It didn't have a chance to make the only bird song in its life, and it was swallowed by Morfin's snake.

A long-lost fear rose in Merope's heart.

For a long time, she had recurring dreams about the bird.

It was as if his destiny would be that bird too.Without a sound, it dies.

Her heart was cold, but at this moment, Ma Rui suddenly turned around and shouted to her,

"Be careful yourself. If we're late, you'll have breakfast first."

Merope's heart suddenly jumped.

She couldn't say a word for a while, so she nodded with a smile.