Chapter 380
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Late at night, the stronghold was illuminated by the light of the illumination spell.
Cheil sat on the bed in the stronghold's lounge.
"I've never been exposed to this type of music. A long time ago, I only heard operas performed by the Falosi Opera Troupe in Noland."
Cheil was chatting with the Fire Relayer via text message.
Ever since she arrived at the stronghold, her nerves had been tense. She could only relax a little when she browsed the spell casters' forum and chatted with the Fire Relayer.
Every time she communicated with the Fire Relayer via text message, Cheil would come into contact with something new. For example, the Fire Relayer had just sent her an "inscription" that recorded a sound.
Cheil was not interested in things like songs and art, but that did not stop her from being swept away by the cheerful melody when she listened to the song.
"This song might be able to help you when you're fighting the Nephilic Judges."
"The Nephilic Judges can't threaten us. My friends aren't weak."
Cheil replied confidently to the Fire Relayer.
The Kingdom of the Holy was no match for the Land of Frost, and the generals in the stronghold were not weaklings either.
Once they found out about the conspiracy of the Nephilic Judges …
While Cheil was thinking about this, her thoughts came to an abrupt halt.
While she was communicating with the Fire Relayer via text message, she happened to be checking the sharpness of her sword.
But just now, Cheil's fingertips felt something strange about the longsword.
This longsword was not an ordinary item. When Cheil touched it, she could clearly feel a chill overflowing from its surface.
"There seems to be something on the sword …"
When Cheil's fingertips brushed across the longsword, she felt a part of the sword sink in.
This depression was so subtle that it could not be seen with the naked eye. Only when her fingertips touched it would she notice it.
The depression did not form a magic inscription, but the language of the Land of Frost.
"Please grant us salvation?"
Word by word, Cheil read out the words formed by the indentations. Even if he could decipher them, Cheil would not be able to understand the meaning of these words.
She began to use her fingertips to carefully trace the sword's blade and hilt. Sure enough, she felt a new line of words on the other side of the sword.
"The gray haze has already covered the snow?"
Cheil murmured the words engraved on the sword. When Cheil connected the words with her current situation, her heart became even heavier.
The alliance between the Kingdom of Saint and the Land of Frost wasn't just a year or two ago. This history could be traced back to 50 years ago, which was when Cheil's father had just become king.
Cheil did not dare to guess who had engraved these words on the sword. She glanced at the time below the Weave. It was almost the appointed time.
No matter what the Court of Heresy had done in the Land of Frost, from now on, Cheil would put an end to everything!
'It's time for me to meet with my friends.' Cheil wrote another message and sent it to the Flame Relayer.
'Be careful. Also, before using the' weapon 'I gave you, I suggest you cover your ears.'
After reading the last message from the Flame Relayer, Cheil picked up the sword and walked out of the room with the Frost Spirit.
The stronghold was so quiet in the middle of the night that the sound of snow could not be heard. Cheil walked in the corridor lit with crystal lights. She did not even see a single patrolling soldier.
Cheil clenched the sword in her hand and came to the door of the conference hall. She pushed the door open with one hand.
The eight generals gave him face and sat in the hall for a long time.
Cheil took a deep breath and walked into the hall. She was ready to tell everyone about the Court of Heresy.
However, the Frost Spirit gave Cheil a warning at this moment. It was only then that Cheil realized there was an unfamiliar figure standing in the hall.
A priest from the Kingdom of Saint was standing in the middle of the hall, looking at Shay with a smile.
At this moment, Cheil felt like her heart was being entangled by a venomous snake.
The prince of the Land of Frost quickly calmed himself down. He gently placed his hand on the sword at his waist.
"We thought you wouldn't be able to come to this stronghold, but it seems like you're in luck."
The priest slowly walked out of the shadows with his staff. Another person who looked exactly like Cheil walked out of the shadows with him.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Cheil's voice was cold. She gradually understood what the judges of the Court of Heresy were doing. It was a hundred or even ten thousand times worse than she imagined.
It was so bad that Cheil wanted to pull out her sword and cut off this guy's head.
"If you were the prince, I would be very willing to explain this to you. Unfortunately, you will soon become a nameless corpse." The priest still had a smile on his face.
A premonition of danger rose in Cheil's heart. She heard the sound of something breaking through the air behind her.
The Frost Spirit that had been hibernating beside Cheil suddenly burst out a cold light and created a wall made of ice behind Cheil.
The wall was instantly cut in half by an unknown force, but Cheil took advantage of this gap to dodge to the other side. At the same time, she pulled out her sword.
But before she could stand firm, the "Marshal Amt" on the other side of the hall threw a punch at Cheil.
Cheil instinctively raised her arm to block the opponent's attack, but the opponent's strength was too great. Cheil's body directly hit the wall of the hall.
Has the Marshal Amt been replaced? Cheil looked at the Amt Marshal whose legs were still intact and realized that it was not the real one.
The Frost Spirit around Cheil exploded with an extreme cold that could freeze anyone's blood. For a moment, the entire hall was covered in a layer of frost. The priest used Holy Light magic to prop up a transparent light wall, but it still could not stop the cold from penetrating.
The eight generals in the hall were covered in a thick layer of frost. When Cheil was about to take this opportunity to kill the priest, a tentacle suddenly emerged from the ground.
The tentacle bound her left hand that was holding the sword. At the same time, a terrifying voice quietly rang in her ear.
More and more transparent tentacles rose from the ground. These tentacles turned into sharp thorns, trying to pierce through Cheil's body.
The Frost Spirit built an ice wall to resist the attacks of these tentacles, but the number of them increased. Gradually, the Frost Spirit began to show signs of weakness.
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