It was the third night to lose the moonlight. [Full text reading.]

The dancing flames remained silent, except for the occasional protesting sound of the impurity-laden grease in the brazier.

An old and majestic voice rang out: "Mozarol, here they are." ”

Hiding in the corner of the wall like a dead man, he opened his heavy eyelids, and let out a long sigh, Mozarol, do you mean me? I haven't heard this in years...... He remembered that the three of them had always been addressed by you, me, and his.

On a brightly mottled stone wall illuminated by the flames, the thin and old shadow stood up, hunched on his back, groping his way forward, and in a hurry dropped a series of coughs.

Walking through a long colonnade, the intricate reliefs and stone statues have been buried in the gloom, and faintly visible silhouettes can be seen.

The night breeze carried the icy coldness of the highlands, and he breathed hard, squeezing them into his shriveled lungs, as if trying to breathe a little life into his near-dead body.

With his hands folded, he cowered and walked sluggishly out of the temple, the deep darkness of the night sky reflecting a faint light at the edge of the distance, and occasionally a few dim stars shining in the heavy clouds, then being obscured again.

Another continuous gust of wind blew, and the wild grass raised on the outside of the hall fell in unison, shaking violently, and he hugged his body tighter, and trembled slightly.

It occurred to him that the other two companions should be just as cold and lonely as he was at this moment, right?

Suddenly, he looked up consciously. Looking ahead, he said weakly, "Who is it?"

Darkness, best for its servants to walk.

A figure that seemed to merge with it walked out, and the gloomy voice of the dark priest Pons vibrated on the stone pillars and pedestals of the temple, wandered, and then drifted into the distance: "There are only three old guardian knights left here, it's so boring, I really feel sorry for you." ”

Mozarol's messy, sparse white hair was casually draped over his wrinkled forehead, and a rough linen shirt was wrapped around his body as a shelter from the cold. The bare backs of the hands were old and wrinkled, skin like withered bark, which were dry and cracked, decaying and twilight. His cloudy eyes rolled weakly, his mouth moved slightly, and he suddenly couldn't help coughing violently a few times, and then slowly sat down as if he couldn't support it.

At this age. He had neglected all joy and sorrow, and seemed to have no interest in speaking.

Pons shook his head at such an old man who seemed to be on the verge of death, and said, "Which of you is interested in fighting this most loyal knight of the God of Light?"

"I'll do it. ”

A deep voice vibrated in the wilderness. The sound of heavy footsteps seemed to carry some great burden, and the gentle crashing and grinding of armor sounded like a piece of cold metal in one's heart.

A large body walked up to Pons, his body covered by the impenetrable armor of his plate-like armor. Only from the devil's helmet can be seen two eyes that glow blue. The black ground flame is attached to the surface of the armor. It's like smoke rising from the sky over the wasteland that has been burned.

He held in his hand an incomparably large two-handed heavy sword. The sword ornaments of the sharp minions are also full of evil and ferocity.

Pons looked up at him and said in a low voice, "Lossac." Are you sure?"

Luo Sak didn't answer immediately, the ghost light in the mask was dim and bright, he seemed to be pondering, as if he was measuring the strength and merits of himself and the other party, and finally he said slowly: "Sixty percent!"

Facing the old man in front of him who seemed to be about to enter the threshold of death, I am afraid that everyone would not believe that this tall and burly swordsman was actually only sixty percent sure.

But Pons didn't have even the slightest surprise, he smiled gloomily, and calmly stepped back.

A magnetic voice sounded behind him, "Pons, it seems that there are some friends watching us." The figure of this man was vague, like a false shadow, and he carried a strangely shaped longbow behind him.

Pons glanced faintly into the distance, and said unconcernedly, "Well, it's so far away, maybe it's just other priests of the temple, right?"

The man let out a cold and cruel laugh and whispered, "Do you need me to deal with them?"

"Don't worry, let them stay over there first. Pons said casually: "After we settle this side, we will go back and take care of them by the way, hehe, don't you think it's a very interesting thing for someone to watch the battle?"

At this moment, the violent sound of the collision of elemental and fighting qi suddenly came from the corners of the other two directions of the temple, drawing their attention back to the field

Luo Sak slowly raised the sword in his hand, and raised it higher and higher, and there was a small cracking sound from the faint sword body, and a little bit of ice crystals began to condense upward, and the blue burning light slowly extended to the tip of the sword.

A frost had formed at his feet, and the earth began to groan fragilely.

Mozarol's flabby eyelids lifted slightly, and he let out a heavy sigh.

He braced himself and slowly stood up with a cough, his thin physique as if he could be blown away by the wind with two steps.

......

Not far away, on a high hill, Roland, Devonie, Cejes, and Flosanders were standing.

A broken stone pillar fell at their feet, forming a natural barrier, and what had been an abandoned altar with a winding path leading to the back of the temple was now the most secluded place to observe below. By the glimmer of light on the horizon, they stared down closely, watching the battle unfold from afar.

The gloomy pressure gripped everyone.

Little did Daphne know that when Ondor learned of this, instead of adding any defenses, he removed all the guards and knights guarding the temple.

Deeply scheming, he immediately discovered that although the Council of the Dead seemed to be trying to obtain the relics of Sedaon, it was actually a conflict of interests between the Monks and the Council of the Dead.

Weighing the pros and cons, he did not want to enter into a direct conflict with the Council of the Dead, nor did he want to get involved in a war that did not belong to him, because he was still unfounded in Sedaon, and his primary purpose was to consolidate his power first, not to erect a stronger enemy.

He knew very well that the power of the Council of the Dead was huge, and even if he could keep the relics this time, what about the next time?

The result of this will only make the situation worse and add to the disadvantages of oneself.

However, these are only the superficial reasons.

Who would have thought that his greatest fear was not the Council of the Dead.

He suspected that this might well be an excuse for the Monks, an excuse to use the relics as a breakthrough to infiltrate Sedaon.

In his current position, such an idea is understandable.

Besides, the existence of a vial of the blood of the saints was of course very important to him, but it was only a vial of blood, and it was completely hidden in the richly decorated vessel, it was just a religious symbol, and no one would really be interested in them, as long as under the blockade of strict information, even if the blood of the saints was stolen, he could completely forge a fake vial.

With this in mind, he rejected Daphne's offer to strengthen the Temple's guardianship entirely, which made the latter disappointed in her once more, and the rift between the two became even greater.

Xijiesi's cold eyes looked at the huge giant-like figure, and said coldly, "That's the Dark Fallen Knight, I saw them once. ”

Florsanders seemed to disdain everything, as if he was about to make a mockery, but when he looked at Cejesse's cold expression, he moved his mouth, but he didn't say anything,

Strictly speaking, the Dark Fallen Knights can no longer be regarded as living human beings, because the original body of human beings is no longer able to contain their power, in order to break through this limitation, so as to obtain an endless source of power, so they performed a special dark ritual, becoming a dark creature condensed together by an elemental body and **, they abandon truth and good and evil, believe in death and destruction, and pursue power is their truth and creed.

In addition to being strong, they are not only able to use some dark magic, but are immune to all negative magic that can affect the human body.

Daphne's expression was unprecedentedly solemn, just looking at the elemental fluctuations of this fallen knight now, he knew that he had at least reached the level of the eighth order or above.

Moreover, there is more than one of them.

Although they still informed the Guardian Knights of the possibility that the Council of the Dead might come to steal the relics, the stubborn knights decided that the blood of the saints that had been placed on the altar should not be moved again, and they refused all help as Devany had expected.

Florsanders is right, they are rigid and impersonal.

In this situation, they can only hide to the side, secretly guarding against possible accidents.

Although the faith and spirit of those who protect the knights are still firm and persistent, can their aging ** withstand the attack of the masters of the Council of the Dead?

Looking at Mozarol's almost unsteady footsteps, the melancholy in her eyes became heavier.

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