Everything around her was moving backward rapidly.
Clarentina Silverblade ran with all her strength, because she knew that if she was a little slower, she would fall into the encirclement of the hunters. Several black shadows were rapidly approaching her from behind. In the vast and desolate wilderness, few creatures could escape the pursuit of werewolves. Clarentina Silverblade quickly realized that it was almost impossible for her to get rid of the other party. According to the current situation, she would be caught up by the enemy in ten minutes at most.
The distance was getting closer little by little.
Even as a powerful Knight in Silver, she was still gradually caught up by the other party.
Soon.
Clarentina Silverblade realized that she might not be able to escape tonight.
Ding Dong.
With a crisp sound, Clarentina Silverblade pulled off the Knight in Silver emblem on her chest, and then a faint light appeared on it. She threw the emblem into the river in front of her, and then her whole body turned around and rushed into a valley.
She had no way to escape.
The enemy's footsteps were approaching. Clarentina Silverblade knelt on the ground on one knee. She held the handle of the sword with both hands, closed her eyes and prayed calmly. She knew that this would be the last time she prayed to the Lady of the Silver Moon because the hunters had already regarded her as prey. In this wilderness, she could not get rid of these enemies who had a strong tracking ability, so her expression at the moment was very pious, and she said the last prayer in the ancient Elven language.
"May my faith not be blasphemed by the enemy, may my sword live up to the name of the Silver Moon! … "
"May the Silver Lady guide my soul home!"
Clarentina Silverblade stood up slowly. Her expression was very firm. She looked at the many enemies who were getting closer and closer in the Night. She slowly took out the silver-white bow on her back.
She was the Knight in Silver.
As the pride of the Knight in Silver, she would fight to the last moment!
The wind was howling.
At this moment, the moon seemed to be stained with a trace of blood red. There was a burst of mournful howls in the valley, and a faint smell of blood drifted with the wind.
About ten minutes later.
An unusually burly werewolf walked out with the cold corpse of a female elf. There were three sharp arrows stuck in its chest, but it didn't care much about the powerful regenerative ability of dark creatures. The abnormally burly werewolf carried the body that was gradually turning cold on its shoulder and quickly approached the altar. There were other hunters behind it, but many of them were unable to walk.
In the deathly silent valley.
There were many corpses scattered on the ground. There were gnolls, ogres, lizardmen, and humans dressed as hunters. Near the edge of the valley, there was a broken silver-white battle bow. There were cracks all over it, as if its owner had used it more than once to block attacks. Not far away, there were broken pieces of exquisite armor stained with blood, and half of an elven battle blade that had been broken by brute force.
The valley was deathly silent.
Everything seemed to have quieted down. Only the corpse that the hunters had taken away was gradually turning cold. Fresh blood was dripping down from the pale fingertips.
It was unknown how much time had passed.
Near dawn, a vigorous figure rushed from the forest in the distance. She rushed directly to the river in front of her and then jumped in with a splash.
In the mud of the river, she found a special silver-white emblem.
A drop of crystal tear fell.
The beautiful elf slowly stood up. She followed the traces on the ground and soon found the valley full of traces of battle.
"Clarentina! … "
"My sister! … We will avenge you! …. Anyone who kills the Knight in Silver must pay the price! … "
The female elf in front of her slowly knelt on one knee, put away the broken silver-white battle bow on the ground, and then pulled out half of the elven battle blade that had been cut off.
Her eyes were full of anger and hatred. She turned and flew in the direction of the Autumn Leaf Forest.
…
Arendelle, Royal Palace.
After spending nearly three days, Søren finally reached an agreement with the Princess Royal.
In the end, the matter of repairing the Holy Avenger did not come to an agreement. For some reason that Søren did not know, the Princess Royal had always refused to help the paladins to repair this artifact.
However!
To Søren's surprise, just when he thought that it was impossible for him to borrow the Holy Avenger, the Warden suddenly agreed to lend it to Søren. But this required Søren to swear in his own name that he would never want to take this weapon for himself. At the same time, he would immediately return it to the paladins after borrowing it. A god swearing in his own name would have a strong binding force. If Søren made this oath, then he would never try to take over the Holy Avenger. Otherwise, he would have to pay a great price.
The paladins were also worried about something.
In their view, Søren was a person who was both good and evil. In terms of behavior, Søren was definitely evil. However, from the prosperity and stability of Mordor to the prosperity of the South Coast, Søren had done many things that surprised the paladins.
This result and request were obviously discussed internally by the paladins.
They were probably worried that Søren would take over the Holy Avenger in other ways. It was the first time they met someone who could use the Holy Avenger other than the paladins. However, considering Søren's identity as a god, they forced themselves to accept this. They just didn't know if other gods could use this artifact. They couldn't help but feel worried when they thought of this.
…
During this time.
Søren was paying attention to the spread of the plague on one hand, and on the other hand, he was also paying attention to the movements of the God of the Hunt, Malar. But today, the intelligence organization of Mordor City suddenly sent him a very strange message through magic.
That was, the figure of the Knight in Silver had appeared frequently in that area!
Søren himself had the title of [Rogue], so he still had a lot of rogues under his command. The news that came was quite strange. He didn't know why the Knight in Silver had recently fought with the followers of the God of the Hunt. Several head-on conflicts had broken out between them.
Another strange movement was that the Church of the Silver Moon seemed to be mobilizing people near Autumnfall.
The Lady of the Silver Moon was a very powerful god!
Although her power was always very unstable, her beliefs were spread across many races, such as humans, elves, beastmen, and so on. She was the only god who did not belong to the elven divine system, but had a wide range of beliefs among the elves. Now the Church of the Silver Moon was also showing signs of activity in that area, which made Søren feel very strange!
Did the Lady of the Silver Moon also want to deal with the God of the Hunt?! Was she trying to steal my kill?!
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