Chapter 376
Words:1496Update:22/06/27 10:05:24
"May the God of Holy Light protect you."
Warm Holy Light gathered at the fingertips of a white-robed priest and quickly enveloped Marshal Amt's frostbitten leg.
The exposed wound that was corroded by the Ice Dragon's breath quickly regained its color under the healing of the Holy Light.
"The Inscription of the Holy Light system is only useful now," Marshal Amt said as he gulped down another mouthful of liquor.
"Saving lives is already the greatest miracle in this world," the white-robed priest said to Marshal Amt with a warm smile.
"Thank you, Priest Oude. There are many injured knights over there."
Cheil pointed to a temporary tent that was set up for the injured.
"It's unfortunate to be attacked by an irrational dragon. Don't worry, Prince Cheil. With the God of Holy Light's protection, no one will be in danger."
After saying that, the white-robed priest walked towards the tent in the distance with his walking stick.
Cheil looked at the back of the priest without saying a word. He opened his Magic Net and took a look.
It had been more than ten minutes since the Flame Relayer sent him a message. The Flame Relayer seemed to have met with some trouble or had some work to do. Cheil didn't receive any new replies during this period.
"This is all caused by the heretical court of the Kingdom of Saint."
However, the final words left behind by the Fire Relayer caused Shay's heart to be unable to calm down.
Cheil already felt that the appearance of the Ice Dragon was deliberately arranged by someone. The mastermind's goal wasn't just to kill him, but also the Second Legion and Southern Legion of the Land of Frost.
Without the help of the Flame Relayer, the entire bottom of the canyon would turn into hell. Cheil was sure that no one would survive the infection of that strange disease.
Cheil couldn't believe that the mastermind was the Kingdom of Saint. He had to find the Flame Relayer and find out the reason.
"Those cuckoo birds are quite reliable as allies, aren't they? Your Highness. "
Amt Marshal's voice interrupted Cheil's thoughts.
"Yes."
Cheil raised his head and looked at the tent in the distance. There were priests in white robes going in and out of the tent.
They were believers from the Kingdom of Saint. The Kingdom of Frost and the Kingdom of Saint had formed an alliance in war, in addition to jointly resisting the demons at the border.
The Kingdom of Saint would also send these priests who mastered Holy Light magic to join the Frost Army.
Although Cheil wasn't interested in their teachings, Cheil couldn't deny that Holy Light Magic had saved countless Knights on the battlefield.
"They are indeed reliable allies. With them in the army, no soldiers will die of disease."
While Cheil was staring at the tent, a few female priests in white seemed to have sensed Cheil's gaze. They covered their faces shyly and walked into the tent.
"If only my son had half of your charm, His Royal Highness! Hahaha … "
Marshal Amat laughed heartily when he saw the reactions of the girls from the Nation of Saints. The atmosphere of panic from the Ice Dragon attack also gradually dissipated.
"…"
Facing Marshal Amt's teasing, Cheil squeezed out a stiff smile. He didn't know how to reply.
"Don't worry, Your Highness. Once you inherit the throne, you can choose any girl in the Kingdom of Saint," Marshal Amt patted Cheil and said with an expression that only men could understand.
"That will take a long time."
On the surface, Cheil was replying to Marshal Amt's joke, but his eyes were on the message interface of the magic network. He was constantly paying attention to the messages from the Flame Relayer.
It had been more than 20 minutes. Cheil had sent a few owl emojis to the Flame Relayer and asked if he was free. However, the Flame Relayer still didn't reply.
Cheil somehow became more anxious.
"What are you doing now?"
Shay sent another message and attached an emoticon of an owl counting its feathers and waiting alone.
… …
Devil Realm. It was almost night time.
"The third act has ended! Everyone can go for dinner now. "
Josiah sat on the director's seat and announced the end of the third act of Avatar.
On the set of the movie, a group of Na 'vi who were almost two meters tall slowly turned back into humans under the effect of purple inscriptions.
The man in purple used special paint to engrave illusion inscriptions on the actors. These inscriptions were a bit like the capture points drawn on the actors in special effects on Earth.
As long as they injected magic into the inscriptions, they could automatically activate the illusion and turn themselves into Na 'vi.
With the help of the illusion master in purple, the filming of Avatar progressed at lightning speed. So, Josiah decided to rest for the night and continue filming the fourth act the next day.
The Daytime Banshee floated to Josiah's side and handed the sample raw crystal to Josiah. Josiah activated the raw crystal and began to check the contents. At the same time, he opened the magic net message.
During the filming, Josiah had set the 'do not disturb' status on the message.
Now, when Josiah opened the message, a bunch of owl emojis occupied Josiah's vision.
"Are you still there? When can you give me a reply? What are you doing now … "
Hiri quietly moved to Josiah's side and read the messages in Josiah's message.
"Who is this Frost Owl? A member of the Owl Pen Club? "
Although the way Hiri looked at Josiah was strange, from the chat records, Hiri could tell that the owl had just met Josiah.
"Maybe it's related to the man in gray. I saw on the spellcaster forum that his friend was affected by the Inquisitor."
Josiah didn't mind Hiri peeking at him and began to write his reply.
"So, another person's impression of the Kingdom of the Saint is going to collapse? Hmm … But I quite like this part. "
Hiri moved a small stool and sat next to Josiah. Looking at the spellcaster's posture, she was just short of popcorn or melon seeds.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
