Upon hearing the boy's name, Allen was surprised but also enlightened. Merlin was like a god in Muggle in the Wizarding World. A male Cambion Demon from the Bottomless Abyss, a half-human half-demon, had given birth to Merlin with a mortal woman.
The demon's bloodline allowed Merlin to inherit the demon's supernatural strength and outstanding magical talent. The chaotic nature of the Bottomless Abyss hindered Allen's ability to use Mind Retrieval to probe his thoughts. However, the bloodline of demons and devils from the lower planes also gave Merlin an outstanding natural resistance to fire and high temperature. This was also the reason why he was able to survive the fire.
"Child, what did you hear?" Leovrick asked. Toffee had also forgotten his fear and ran over with concern. He used his own clothes to wipe the boy's face. "Is there anyone left in this village? Where are they? "
Merlin's lifeless eyes finally moved, but he still did not make a sound.
"Merlin, don't you recognize me? I'm your brother-in-law. Where's Judith? "Toffee was anxious to know the safety of his wife.
"The King of the Warriors crossed the sea to the west, and England was littered with corpses. Carrion Blackbirds followed closely behind. Death has come …" The boy licked his cracked lips and said.
"Alright, you're safe now. Put on some warm clothes." Leovrick used his cloak to wrap the boy up. Merlin's face seemed to have calmed down a little.
Seeing this, Leovrick stretched out both hands and stroked Merlin's head. "I'm a warrior of this county. I promise you that no sword will be able to hurt you. No Normans will be able to hunt you down. As a warrior of this village, I swear … I'll let you stay away from fear. I swear …"
"Can you help me? I know you can stop the King of the Seas. Don't let the Normans invade us, okay?" Merlin crawled up and walked a few steps towards Allen on his knees as he pleaded. The two militiamen once again realized that Allen was an Adept. They no longer cared about their faith and looked at him expectantly.
Allen shook his head resolutely. He could easily change the outcome of this war. Even though it was not Allen's fault that the villagers who had received him with the custom of treating strangers in a friendly manner were reduced to such a state, the sorcerer did not feel good. After all, these villagers were different from the warriors on the battlefield.
However, the impact of the change on the future was unacceptable to him. In fact, Allen's England would only appear after the year 1066. Regardless of whether it was the Muggles or the wizard families, many of them followed the illegitimate Duke to England and spread their branches and leaves. If Allen's future was stopped, who knew how many people would be left in England?
Merlin pursed his lips and did not give up. He continued to plead, "I beg you, I beg you, at least help me save my sister …"
This time, Allen hesitated. After all, he had obtained Merlin's gemstone from the centaur tribe when he was in his first year. After reading the Netherese Scroll, he knew that this gemstone was just a piece of iorite left behind by the Netherese people. Perhaps it was an imitation that Merlin had made after reading the Netherese Scroll. However, at the end of the day, this gemstone had more or less solved some problems for him – even if this gemstone was exchanged with Mathilda, the leader of the centaur tribe.
Allen sized up the little boy in front of him. Merlin was curled up into a ball under the large cloak of the tall and thin Leovric. His pitiful appearance made Allen's heart soften. No matter how great a sorcerer he would become in the future, he was still a child who had just experienced the destruction of his family.
After all, Merlin's adoptive father, Aethelwoff, who was almost chopped into two by the Normans, had warmly welcomed him for a few days. Allen decided to use a prophecy spell to make a prophecy. As long as it did not affect the people he was familiar with, Allen would agree to Leovric's request. Whenever he could repay a debt of gratitude, Allen would try his best to repay it. Harris would always repay a debt.
Thinking of this, Allen turned his staff upside down and placed the crystal ball at the bottom of the staff in front of him. He pressed his hand on it and compressed the soul energy with countless human faces to one side. After that, he began to make a prophecy and divination of the future. Prophecy itself was a spell that was used to predict what would happen in the future based on current conditions. However, just like watching some trailers, it could be interpreted wrongly or changed due to subsequent influences. Therefore, it could only be used as a reference and should not be blindly superstitious.
If Lord Voldemort himself did not choose to believe in the prophecy of the savior, then this prophecy would not have happened. However, the fact that he chose to make the prophecy should be part of the reason why the content of the prophecy was what it was.
In the eyes of Merlin and the two militiamen, the wizard in front of them was just pressing his hand on the crystal ball that was filled with a strange fog. His eyeballs inexplicably and disorderly moved rapidly for a while.
A few minutes later, Allen's eyes refocused and he suppressed the nausea that came with casting the spell. He nodded to the other three and said, "Let's go. Bring the women back."
A few minutes later, Merlin and Allen were lying on the floating disc that Ravenclaw had placed on Allen. Behind Allen, Leofrick and Toffey's teeth chattered and their bodies stiffened as they rode on a Phantom Colt. When they found out that the women in the village had not been killed and had been taken away, they disregarded their fear and requested to go with them.
Allen did not refuse. This time, he had used another difficult prophecy spell to look back and personally saw and heard what had happened in the village. It was not difficult for him to see what had happened in the village not too long ago. Of course, if he wanted to see what had happened too long ago, he would probably only be able to detect a few words and fragments of images.
Summoning the Shadow Three-Eyed Raven, the wizard quickly found out the location of the women after the Normans had attacked the village. Allen then led the other three to rescue them.
Within the dense forest was a rather flat and open area within the Norman camp. As it was still daytime, most of the Norman scouts had gone out to carry out their mission. The women of Crowhurst Village and the nearby villages were tied to trees. Their clothes were disheveled as they sobbed in pain and despair.
Seeing Allen swagger over, Toffel and Leofrick were somewhat surprised. However, when they dismounted from their horses and prepared for battle, the Normans did not seem to have noticed anything strange. This made them, who had already drawn their weapons, somewhat unable to believe their eyes. Following that, Allen directly called for the two militiamen to rescue the women one by one. As for the women, it was as if the Norman soldiers had turned a blind eye to the wizard and Merlin who was on the floating disc. In their minds, they had neglected the illogical reason why the two militiamen could swagger into the Norman camp and rescue them.
After bringing the women to a safe place, Judith threw herself into Toffel's arms. Their eyes met and Judith impatiently said, "I missed you so much. In those empty and endless nights, in those countless days of fear."
"I have always missed you too." After Toffel finished speaking, Judith instantly smiled like a flower and they kissed sweetly. Toffel held Judith in his arms and kissed her forehead repeatedly. It was as if he was hugging a lost treasure that had been recovered.
"Although gold and silver can spur one's courage, the combination of pearls and jade pieces brings joy. If you and I are true, who cares if it's rough autumn or winter." Judith affectionately recited the poem and sweetly nestled in her husband's arms, enjoying the sense of security that she had lost and regained.
"What did they do to you?" Toffel asked. However, this triggered a memory that Judith could not bear to recall. She was silent for a long time before replying, "I … I … I can't say …"
Toffel tenderly stroked his wife's long hair.
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