"He—isn't he in the wizarding barracks across the fjord, fifty kilometers from the front?

The Spider Pope said suspiciously, "If you want to find him, just go straight to it, but I'm not sure you can cross the fjords in the middle, where the most vicious wizards and their monster companions are guarding." ”

Hoffa's spirits were immediately lifted, and after a long search, he finally got useful information that Sylby was fifty kilometers away.

He stood up, "Who's guarding the checkpoint?"

"That's the Bloodthirsty Twins, one of his most fearsome men. To date, they have killed countless good hands in the church. ”

Bloodthirsty Twins?

Hoffa thought to himself, what a terrible nickname.

"Thank you for the message," he said, bowing slightly, "I wish you good health." ”

With that, he took Chloe and the ununlocked canister and quickly retreated out of the strange room, afraid that he would stay in it for another second.

The Eight-Legged Spider Pope didn't stop him, and let him take the cipher tube, only to hear suppressed and desperate laughter from inside the door after Hoffa closed the door.

"Go ahead... Go ahead... Go ahead... God will take care of you... will take care of you... Hahahaha..."

The laughter made goosebumps fall down when I heard it.

After leaving the Spider Pope, the eerie atmosphere faded away, and Hoffa hurried to the open space of the church. The dark sky was still falling with goose feathers and heavy snow at the moment. He put aside the combination lock and Sylby for the time being, held the elf in both hands, and asked softly in surprise, "Chloe, why are you by my side?"

"I've always been there for you and never left. Chloe sat on his hand and said softly: "The soul stone preserves my soul, so that I can feel your heart more clearly, I have seen everything you do, it is really amazing." ”

She said sincerely.

Hoffa couldn't help but grin, and then he scratched his head in embarrassment: "Then why didn't you come out before." ”

In connection with Gregory VII, in each generation of the Church there is a certain stage in which someone awakens to his own mystical power, which we call revelation. For example, my revelation is time, Krishna's revelation is knowledge, Jesus' revelation is change, and Gregory VII's revelation is reality. Around him, everything that is illusory and undetectable will be transformed into reality, such as me. Originally, it was a soul and belonged to the void, but in front of him, it had to become a physical entity.

After a pause, Chloe added:

"The people in the church are well aware that this power comes from God, so it is intolerable for them, pagans, that is, shamans, to awaken strange powers without faith. This is one of the important reasons why the medieval church persecuted shamans. ”

Hoffa didn't care much about why the medieval church persecuted wizards for so long, he just cared more about his friend, he held Chloe and said worriedly, "Isn't that because you are gone out of this dream?"

"In theory, yes. “

Chloe looked at the sky, stretched out her hand, and caught a snowflake the size of her own small hand, "But what I'm more worried about is that the power of Gregory's laws has also affected the dream itself. ”

"What do you mean?"

Chloe held the snowflake: "Since there is him in the dream, the dream you experience may no longer be a dream, but a reality." ”

......

Hoffa thought for a moment, and immediately jumped up: "What, reality? Wasn't I more than a thousand years ago?"

"It's just that it's possible. ”

Chloe smiled wryly: "But in fact, where you are and in what form you exist, no one knows, no one knows." ”

Hoffa closed his eyes and pondered, if it was a dream, but it was too real, if it was reality, his power of time did not appear.

Perhaps, as the god of nightmares said, after he entered the second level of dreams, everything became uncertain, it was more like quantum space, everything was chaotic and accidental.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided not to think about these ethereal things anymore, and the first thing he wanted was to find Sylby immediately.

He used the god of nightmares to drag the whole world into a dream, it must be for something, otherwise the act would seem meaningless, and he didn't believe that the guy would do something meaningless.

Hoffa placed Chloe on his shoulder, and the elf Chloe picked up the furry shawl on his shoulder, rolled herself around, and exhaled a small puff of white mist. Influenced by Gregory's materialization, she could feel the bitter cold of winter.

Not long after the two walked out of the city walls, they stepped on the frozen fjord, the Bosphorus Strait, which is 30 kilometers long. Beneath the ice, the currents are rapid, the shore walls are steep, Europe on the west coast, Asia on the east coast.

Constantinople.

Hoffa learned the name of the city from the Pope, and he turned his head to look behind him, in the sporadic flames, the watchtower on the hillside, which opened its magic eyes in the night, and under the tower, the walls of Theodosius, built in the third century AD.

If the Pope had already taken refuge in the city.

Doesn't that mean that at this point in time, the wizards have driven the entire church out of Europe?

Hoffa had a kinship, if this kind of thing really happened in the history of this world, if Sylby really did this kind of thing by himself, then he could really be said to be Napoleon, Alexander, Caesar, and even greater than any wizard in history.

But such a guy, what is there to dissatisfaction with, why should he survive to modern times, and still hold on to his breath and refuse to die.

He couldn't figure it out.

He hadn't gone far along the ice to the other side, and then he stopped, not because he didn't want to go, but because there was an ominous clicking sound from the ice beneath his feet, and the snow didn't seem to have been falling for long, and the temperature hadn't completely frozen the fjord, and as he walked down, he would step into the sea.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the ice in front of him cracked, and a black and white killer whale about five meters long emerged from the water, and he touched the smooth and huge back of the killer whale, which spewed out a breath of heat and made a pleasant sound in the night.

Hoffa sat on the back of the killer whale with his legs outstretched, and the killer whale led him silently to the other side.

After a while, a huge black ship appeared on the frozen fjord. It was covered in snow and ice, and on the mast with the black sails folded, several wizards stood, countless silvery-white fluorescent spell points of light fluttering near the black ship.

Hoffa quickly ordered the killer whale to stop, he closed his eyes again, and when he opened them, a closed helmet appeared above his head, and an oxygen cylinder appeared behind his back. Chloe on her shoulder was the same, except that her oxygen tank was much smaller than Hoffa's.

Thump.

Hoffa grabbed the killer whale's back and dived into the sea.

On the black boat, several wizards heard the sound of water and looked over, but they only saw a circle of ripples on the water, which were soon hidden by the heavy snow.

Whoa, purr.

With the icy current, Hoffa lay on the back of the killer whale, and Chloe grabbed his ear and swam towards the huge black ship.

Soon, the two of them, led by killer whales, came to the vicinity of the black boat, and they quietly surfaced, and the diving equipment disappeared.

Due to the darkness of the night and the heavy snowfall, the people on the ship's watchtower failed to detect Hoffa's presence.

He stuck to the bulkhead of the black ship, rubbed his hands, exhaled a white mist, skillfully closed his eyes and opened his eyes, a telescopic periscope appeared in his hand, he put his eyes on the periscope, and turned the hinge with his hand to extend the periscope upwards.

The sight first came to the bottom floor of the black ship, where there was a crackling sound, and the periscope turned, and through the crack in the iron window, Hoffa saw several prisoners of war tied to the pillars at the bottom of the deck, constantly subjected to severe torture, and the flesh and blood of the beaten were flying sideways, screaming and screaming.

Pope Gregory was right, if these wizards were discovered, they would be brutally tortured.

Will Sylby be among them?

Hoffa looked around and thought it was impossible, a guy in such a high position as him could not do such a low-level and interesting thing as beating prisoners of war.

Then the periscope continued to rise to the second level of the cabin, where Hoffa could see orange candles lit and a few scattered and worn oak barrels stacked together, and several people were talking and laughing around. The table in the cabin was low, sturdy, heavy, and had a grayish-black glow that had been polished by time. On top are polished brass candlesticks and oil lamps. Most of the sorcerers seated around were dressed in heavy, dark leather robes.

They played cards with a relaxed and cheerful expression, in stark contrast to the vigilant slaughter inside Constantinople.

That's the look that only those who win will show.

Will Sylby be among the crowd?

Still absent, Hoffa felt that his kind of person must have little interest in playing cards. (He couldn't help but think of the happy racing time he had with him in Casablanca, and thought he must like something a little more exciting.)

The periscope continued upwards and finally came to a stop where the captain's room was.

The environment here is much better than the two floors below, but it is somewhat of an upstart situation. The floor was covered with a rich woolen carpet, with beautiful crystal lamps hanging from the ceiling, and piles of jewels and gold and silver utensils scattered across the carpet.

Two sorcerers leaned against the rich carpet, drinking wine from ornate golden cups, and eating barbecued meat and fruits. One of them is as fat as a bucket, and the other is as thin as a bamboo pole.

Is Sylby here?

Not there either.

However, the conversation between the fat and thin two attracted Hoffa's attention.

"After so many years, I'm finally about to come out. ”

The fat wizard graciously poured the thin man a glass of wine.

The thin man grabbed the wine glass and asked, "Todora, what are you going to do after this battle?"

"Ahem, why can't you go back and buy a piece of land, find a few hundred women to serve, and live the life of a noble lord?" The fat man named Duoduoluo said beautifully: "Aren't we two born and died for so many years?"

"You're still the same, haven't changed at all. ”

The thin man took a sip of wine and sighed.

"Hahaha~ people, what can change. The fat man smiled and said, "What about you?" Terra, do you have any land?"

"I don't want to go into hiding," the thin wizard whispered, "I still want to follow Master Spencer." ”

"What?" said the fat man, surprised, "why did the two of them come out at that time, but they said that they would advance and retreat together." ”

"Don't you think Master Spencer is worth following?"

The thin man looked at the fat man with blazing eyes: "I have lived for so many years, and I have never seen anyone more attractive than him." ”

"I know, I know!"

The fat man defended: "But he is going to be a king, a person who wants to be an emperor, such a guy, there are too many wizards who befriend him, think about it, can it be your turn, you are a country wizard from Aquitaine, or the same as me, just accept it when you see it." ”

"Are you so useless!?"

The thin man suddenly put down his wine glass, and became emotional, "I'm a country wizard in Aquitaine, yes, but why haven't you learned much over the years? After so many years of saddle horses by Lord Spencer's side, and wait for the empire to be established, can't I be a cabinet minister?"

The fat man wasn't happy anymore, "Tyra, you're a wizard, don't play Muggle shoes." Let's build a castle like those wizard families, live in seclusion in the mountains, and pass on magic from generation to generation. ”

"It's because there are so many people who think like this that those Muggles have a chance!" the thin man became angrier and angrier the more he spoke, and he pointed at the fat man's nose and scolded, "If it weren't for Master Spencer, we would still be wanted by those church wizards." ”

"Yes, yes... Be... I'm short-sighted, I'm short-sighted, but who called me such a person?"

Seeing that the thin wizard was getting more and more angry, the fat man hurriedly poured a glass of wine for the thin man, "Forget it, don't talk about this, drink and drink, and when the fjord is completely frozen to death, we will command the army to rush over, and everything will wait for the final victory." ”

Ding Dong, the two touched the cups and drank together.

On the back of the killer whale, Hoffa put away the periscope and pondered. There is no doubt that these two should be the bloodthirsty twins in the mouth of the previous pope. However, according to what he thought in his heart, these two should be called the alcoholic twins, and in just a few words, they drank two large bottles of wine.

However, Hoffa also deduced a lot of information from their words, and they meant that the wizarding army was preparing to wait until the fjord was completely frozen, cross the Bosphorus, set foot on Constantinople, and completely kill the church hiding inside.

In this way, the victory of the wizarding war is only a matter of one or two days.

If the war is won and the wizarding empire is established, then it should be the wizards who rule the world, and it will not be the turn of Muggles.

So why is Sylby still cursed, why has no one ever remembered him, when Hogwarts was founded, why future wizards are still hiding in the shadows, and what happened?