Chapter 377
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The forest at the border of the Land of Frost.
It was already close to midnight, and the biting cold wind would bury all living creatures under the frost and snow.
Cheil and his army were lucky. There was no blizzard tonight. Only some light snow fell. It was as peaceful as the night of the Land of Frost's holy sacrifice.
"Are you sleepy, Prince?"
Marshal Amt sat beside a temporary campfire with a cup of warm wine in his hand. The wine seemed to be his fuel. With it, this bear-like man would be full of energy no matter what.
Cheil wasn't good at dealing with these 'Land of Frost' men, especially the strong wine that Marshal Amt handed over. It smelled too pungent to Cheil.
Did this country confuse the difference between alcohol and wine?
"I'm a little tired." Cheil nodded.
"The attack from the Ice Dragon during the day was really scary. Your Highness, go and rest first. My southern army and I will keep watch tonight."
Marshal Amt threw a piece of dry wood into the campfire.
"The Ice Dragon can't reach the bottom of the canyon. At most, it'll be some frost wolves and snow demons. Don't worry."
"Marshal Amt, you need to take care of yourself too."
Cheil didn't refuse. He glanced at the Marshal's injured leg. Under the healing of holy light magic, the injured part had mostly recovered.
He left the place where the bonfire was burning and walked into a tent that only belonged to him.
When he entered the tent, the smile on Cheil's face disappeared. He walked to the bed and sat down. He opened the magic net message.
Cheil and the Flame Relayer had exchanged more than 130 messages. In these messages, the Flame Relayer told Cheil something he didn't want to believe.
The conspiracy of the Nation of Saints' Heresy Court.
"Blackwood Forest Fire Incident."
Cheil flipped through the pictures sent by the Flame Relayer, which clearly recorded the evil deeds of the Court of Heresy in Blackwood Forest.
After browsing through those shocking images again, Cheil clicked on the Immovable Library section of the caster forum and found a book with 130,000 replies in the Immovable Library, "Diary of a Heretic Inquisitor".
It was also recommended to Cheil by the Fire Relayer. The book introduced the Nephilic Judges' origins and how the organization operated in detail.
Cheil opened the first page of the book and started reading. Reading books on the Mana Net was a very special experience. He could see other people's comments on the book at any time.
Originally, Cheil was just reading the diary with the mentality of looking up information. However, the story of a young nun struggling to survive in the Court of Heresy and gradually becoming a cold-blooded killer inexplicably captured the heart of this' prince '. He read on patiently.
As time quietly passed, this' prince 'of the Land of Frost was immersed in this dark and lonely diary.
Until the Frost Spirit floated into the tent and lay on Cheil's shoulder, it made a soft sound. The Frost Spirit's cry was a bit like a bell, and it brought Cheil back to reality from the diary.
"It's already been three hours?"
Cheil glanced at the bottom right corner of the Mana Net. It showed the time in Noland. There was a three-hour time difference between the Land of Frost and Noland, so it was already one o 'clock in the night in the Land of Frost.
"But it's just right."
Cheil noted down the number of chapters he saw, then closed the Mana Net and touched the Frost Spirit on his shoulder.
"Did you find anything unusual?"
Two dots of light appeared on the white ball of light and nodded like human eyes.
"…"
After getting an affirmative answer from the Frost Spirit, Cheil's heart became very heavy.
Although the Heresy Inquisitor's diary was narrated from a first-person perspective, Cheil could still see that there was something wrong with this organization. The inquisitors definitely did not use the power of holy light.
However, Cheil still could not confirm whether what the Flame Bearer said was true or not. What was the relationship between the Court of Heresy and the Kingdom of Saint, and … whether there were such dangerous people in his army.
Now, Cheil had to rely on his own eyes to confirm it!
His consciousness gradually dissipated under the guidance of the Frost Spirit. When Cheil opened his eyes again, he was already in the snowfield of the canyon.
The ability that Cheil obtained after receiving the power of the Frost Spirit was to completely integrate his consciousness into the surrounding frost and snow.
Cheil stood in the sky and scanned the camp in the canyon. Except for some soldiers on night watch, the rest of the soldiers had already fallen asleep.
Under the guidance of the Frost Spirit, he approached the tent where the priests of the Kingdom of Saint were stationed. This was also the medical point of the entire army.
"Sleep in peace. I've healed your wounds." The priests in white comforted the injured soldiers.
Cheil, who had turned into frost and snow, quietly floated to the back of the tent. When he reached the tent in the furthest corner, Cheil felt the aura of a magic barrier.
However, this did not affect Cheil. A snowflake quietly floated into the tent. Cheil used the snowflake's eyes to see the scene inside the tent.
Inside the tent, the priest who healed Marshal Amt's left leg during the day seemed to be arguing with a knight.
With the help of the Frost Spirit, the snowflake gained hearing, and Cheil also clearly heard what the priest said.
"Why didn't you let that ice dragon kill all these guys! One breath! One breath is enough to kill hundreds of people. Why did you have to create an avalanche to push them into the canyon! "The priest loudly scolded the knight.
Shay was stunned by what the priest said. He also recognized the armor on the knight's body. It was a soldier of the 2nd Legion under his command.
"The ritual magic circle is engraved at the bottom of the canyon. We need living creatures as tribute." The knight's voice sounded very hoarse. It did not sound like a human at all.
"Then what should we do now! The 'Mental Plague' that you're so proud of didn't work at all! The great 12th prince of the Land of Frost, Cheil, saved the entire army. "
"It's the elves' singing that affected the integrity of the ritual …" The knight suddenly looked at the snowflake on the table.
Cheil's gaze met the knight's. Cheil instantly felt like he saw something terrifying.
The sharp pain from his spirit woke Cheil up from his bed. He kept breathing in the fresh air. The symptoms of tinnitus appeared again on Cheil's body.
Ritual, sacrifice, Mental Plague …
Cheil hugged his head. His back was completely soaked in sweat. After a short moment of contemplation, he opened the message from the Relayer of Fire and sent it over.
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