The dim candlelight spread in the direction of the curtain. At the end of the light was a beauty that seemed to be carved out of ice. The face that emerged from the darkness was like the snow fairy described in the myths, but the straight nose and chin seemed to be carved with a chisel. Every line was delicate and clear. She was looking at a young man in front of her, and there was an occasional flash of blue light in the depths of her eyes. The young man was sitting on a dusty wooden crate. His brows were furrowed, and one of his hands was propped up on his cheek. His elbow was on his thigh, and he was unconsciously using his polished riding boots to grind the glass shards scattered in the dust.
The sharp shards shone in the candlelight like pearls in the gravel.
"Greta, you seem to be impatient." The woman's voice seemed to come from the abyss of nightmares. It was like a bone-piercing icy wind that froze everything in its path. It made a crisp rustling sound that would make a mortal's hair stand on end. But the young man called Greta was not a mortal. To be exact, he was a dead man. The dead did not feel cold because they did not have any body temperature. Upon hearing the question, Greta looked up and stared at the Queen of Banshees with the dark red soulfire that was like surging blood.
He then showed an elegant smile. This smile was better than the smile on the face of the most cultured and elegant human gentleman. It was just that it appeared incongruously on a bloodless, cold, and stiff face. But it did not feel strange at all. Instead, it made people feel like they were bathing in the spring breeze. "It's not like you don't know, Madam Yalvete. I didn't want to come to this godforsaken place from the beginning. People often say that the undead have the least style because they always stay in those lifeless places. And this place is a hundred times more tasteless than the most tasteless undead. May I ask, don't you feel bored staying in this place? " The future Imperial Sword of Madara, known as the strongest Sword Saint after Darius, spread out his hands and asked.
"I don't feel bored, nor do I feel bored. That kind of thing has no meaning to me, but I know you're not worried about that, but about the person you're about to meet." Yalvete coldly replied.
"That's right. That's because he's the master of this place. An existence that's even more terrifying than a place that's a hundred times more tasteless than the most tasteless undead is the master of this place. I hope that he doesn't become complacent about his masterpiece. That would be even more, even more terrifying."
"Actually, what do you have to worry about? I've seen that person before. Before he died, we met once. At that time, he was also a mortal, but his bloodline was more noble. He was a Miirna, that's all."
"How many years have you lived, Lady?"
"I thought you should ask, how many years have you been dead?"
"Alright, just pretend I didn't say anything." The young man had no choice but to ask, "Have you really seen that person?"
Yalvete nodded. "About one thousand and two hundred years ago, I met him once in the Yass Bay. But at that time, we were both in a hurry. I know who he is, but he doesn't know who I am."
"How was he at that time? Was he as scary as the rumors say?"
"Are you afraid of him?" The Queen of Banshees asked.
"Don't tell me that I'm not afraid of him?" Greta was slightly startled. She couldn't help but lower her head to check her appearance, trying to figure out what she was doing wrong.
"You look scared, but the undead can't feel real fear —"
"What a failure." The young man sighed. "He's a prophet. He witnessed the fall of the Empire with his own eyes. For a thousand years, he watched as his people declined, were exiled, and were forgotten by Martha. He watched as everything that was once glorious disappeared into nothingness. The wind and sand buried the relics of an era behind history. But he was indifferent. Does he not have power? No, the legends say that he has the power to destroy the world. In Mardos, his position is second only to the Dark Dragon. No, maybe even higher. It's just that no one knows about it. As long as he makes a move, the Four Sages have no chance of winning. But he was indifferent. What is he thinking? "
"What are you thinking?" Yalvete looked at Greta in surprise. "These things have nothing to do with you."
"I'm thinking that such a person must be keeping a secret. This secret can answer all the questions. That person asked us to come here. Doesn't that prove it?" Greta said excitedly.
"I thought you wouldn't be so curious."
"How boring, Madam. But I admire you for keeping your mouth shut."
The Queen of Banshees stared at the dead man with her blue eyes until the latter flinched.
"Well, it doesn't matter if you don't tell me. Anyway, I think a person like you who has lived for thousands or even hundreds of years definitely knows something," Greta said helplessly. "But I've been thinking about a question for a long time. During the war 60 years ago, all the countries should have seen something corresponding to it. How could they remain indifferent until now? Did something happen during this period that even we don't know about?"
"What?"
"What I mean is," Greta suddenly stood up and gestured. "Don't you think it's ridiculous?"
Yalvete looked at her in confusion.
Greta scratched his hair, which was as messy as hay, and explained, "Why didn't they settle the matter once and for all? Why did they leave all the conflicts until today? I mean, Her Majesty the Queen of the Kirrlutzians. If I remember correctly, during the Second Holy War, the dragons and the Bugas should have been present. They could have handled the matter perfectly, but they chose to remain indifferent and even encouraged the development of the situation. If it weren't for them, where would Her Majesty the Queen of today be?"
Yalvete frowned slightly, as if she had no interest in this. "Maybe they were happy to see it happen, or maybe they were confused. You have to understand that since a thousand years ago, the Four Holy Cathedrals have been on the side of justice. This justice is not the justice that they preach, nor is it hypocritical. If they can't stand on this point, they will lose their morals. Just like the Holy Cathedral of Fire today — whether it's the priests and bishops of the New Church or the Old Church, they can still perform magic and gain power from the Golden Flame. This shows that the morals in their hearts are not skewed, it's just that their standpoints are different."
"You seem to know their doctrines very well?" Greta's eyes lit up as if she had discovered a new continent.
But Yalvete shook her head impatiently and denied it. "If you were to witness the history of the Four Holy Cathedrals from the birth of the Four Holy Cathedrals to today, you would also understand more."
Greta showed an expression that was uglier than crying. "My lady, although I understand that you are very qualified to say this, can you not always talk about this? It's hurting my self-confidence. Experience and experience can make a person incomparably wise, and time has not left the slightest trace on you. Instead, it has increased your glory and charm. I know that this is very enviable, but if you keep showing off like this, I won't be able to stand it."
Yalvete did not say a word in response to Greta's words. Apparently, she was already used to the way this young person spoke.
The latter did not get a response from her, but he was not discouraged at all. He continued, "But I agree with you. Perhaps they are also very confused, but if Her Majesty is the destined hero, then what is there for them to be confused about?"
"Some things have not happened yet, and no one can say whether it is right or wrong —"
"In other words, there is another possibility?"
The Queen of Banshees suddenly turned her head and asked coldly, "What are you trying to say?"
"Nothing." Greta smiled. "It's just a theory. Speaking of which, you should have seen the real heroes, right? For example, the Four Wise Ones, Lady Yalvete?"
"More or less. In that era, I have heard some of their legends, but I have never seen them in person."
"What about the Flame King?"
"He is a little special. That young man is filled with infinite possibilities. Those bards used miracles to describe his life. It is quite appropriate."
"In that case, the Flame King is indeed a legend." Greta asked again. "Lady Yalvete, do you think there is anyone in this world who can truly foresee the future?"
"There is one where you are."
"No." Greta shook her head and said, "That person's foresight of the future is at most a kind of revelation. Prophets can see strange scenes from the revelation. These scenes are chaotic, but they are only a corner of the future. They can see these fragments, but they are powerless to change them. What I am saying is, if someone can see the future and change it — "
"Unless the person you are talking about is a God. It is said that in the ancient era, only the Gods had such an ability." Yalvete replied coldly.
After hearing this, Greta did not say anything else and lowered her head to think. After a short while, a huge dusty door in front of the two suddenly made a creaking sound, and then slowly opened to both sides. There was no one behind the huge door, as if it had its own consciousness and automatically welcomed guests from afar.
Yalvete and Greta both raised their heads at the same time and saw a hunchbacked old man slowly walking out from the darkness behind the door. This old man was wearing a long robe and holding an ordinary wooden staff. He trembled as he walked, like a candle in the wind. At any time, he would run out of oil. But when Tariq saw him, he could not help but stand in awe. Some people were sung in legends, but some people were legends themselves. Just like this old man in front of him. As early as an era ago, his stories were as numerous as the stars in Wohnde. His name, whether it was a thousand years ago or a thousand years later, was enough to shock anyone.
Although it was just the name of an ordinary Miirna person, it did not even need to be described in words. It had already reverberated in the darkness.
Even Greta could not help bowing her head deeply under the gaze of that pair of onyx eyes.
However, only Yavette was still standing tall and proud.
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The light of the sun streaked across the sky to the west of Metz. It did not stop for a moment because of anyone's attention. It was like a burning meteor, falling at an unstoppable speed to the end of the western sea and sky of the continent. When a certain period of time passed, the silver woodland was no longer sunny. Instead, it was dyed with a layer of light red glow. Dusk was faintly discernible in the western horizon, and the stars were like diamond powder embellished on the light purple background of the sunset.
The White Legion Knights were escorting the undead army through the last part of the Golden Needle Valley. The Knight Captain Ruoli looked up at the sky. The time was just right. Although the valley had long been empty, the mountain people had continued to migrate north. The south of the Lache of Wa had attracted the attention of the incompetent nobles of Fathom Port, but no one was willing to spend the night in this forest full of strange legends, especially with such a large number of skeletons.
Although they were the bravest Knight, most of the legends in this forest came from the creepy stories of the mountain people. Those legends from the previous era were full of awe-inspiring mysteries.
He raised his hand and made a gesture to the Knight beside him. The last part of the valley was in front of them. The slowly rising and falling ridge formed a narrow pass. It was the most complicated area in the area, and it was also very suitable for an ambush. Although this place had long been deserted, out of a cautious nature, he felt that it would be safer to send out scouts to investigate according to Cruz's military instructions.
Ma Ruoli deeply understood this point. The reason why the Duke had chosen him to carry out this important mission was because of his cautious nature. This kind of character was a little too indecisive for a commander, but it was suitable for the current situation. After all, he had never thought that he would be promoted to a higher rank. The Knight Captain was already a position that he was satisfied with in the Empire.
The Knight Captain was his personal guard. He quickly understood what he meant and set off on his horse. Ma Ruoli noticed that when the dragon passed through the forest, it did not startle any birds. This was not a good sign, and it made him frown deeply.
Sure enough, after a short while, he heard his personal guard roaring, followed by the sound of men and horses. With his many years of experience, he could even distinguish the sound of arrows piercing through the air.
"Ambush!"
The Knight's voice and the voice in his mind sounded at the same time.
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