"But......" Locke paused, glancing at the Great Sage opposite, who was looking at him as if he were looking for answer.

A smile appeared on the corner of Locke's mouth, he grabbed the black goatskin on the table, stroked it gently, and said casually, "There are two sides to everything, we can't just look at the side we can see." ”

"What do you mean?"

Although she was anxious to find an answer, hearing the paladin in front of her say this, Demytea's heart suddenly relaxed a lot. The secret she had been guarding for a long time seemed to give her an impulse to tell him all that was hidden in her body because of Locke's words.

Dropping the corner of the robe that she was unconsciously grasping because of nervousness, she held the teacup next to her in the palm of her hand. The white mist rose in front of her, and she looked at Locke's appearance a little blurred as she smelled the fragrance of the tranquilizing flowers.

Locke circled around the room, he wanted to organize the language, after all, this matter could not be solved by himself at once. Finally making up his mind, he leaned against the pillar next to him and asked slowly, "Do you remember the legendary weapon in the hands of the High Lord of Mograine, the Ember Bringer?" ”

"Of course, it's a sword of holy light, a killer of the undead!" Demithia nodded approvingly, adding, "It is an inexhaustible source of light, as we all know. ”

Locke nodded, and then he continued, "Do you remember the dark orb before you created the Ember Bringer?" ”

"Of course I'm aware of that rumor," Demytia frowned, "and it's said to have been a Shadow Orb from the Orc. But what exactly do you want to say? ”

"That's what I'm trying to say," Locke pulled away from the pillar he was leaning on, pulled away from the chair in front of Demitea and sat down, "The Light and the Shadow are two sides of the same coin, right?" ”

Demytia looked at Locke in surprise, she looked at Locke with her mouth slightly open with pink lipstick, and she didn't know what to say for a moment.

"You don't have to be shocked, in fact, this matter was also told to me by the High Lord Mograini." Locke smiled and spread his hands, "When they studied the shadow orb, they found that the shadow full of evil power was able to absorb the energy of the Holy Light. When they poured enough Holy Light energy into the orb, the original feeling of madness and horror became the power of the Holy Light that made people feel peaceful and peaceful..."

"Although it was not explicitly stated, all the clergy present at the time understood one thing." Locke spread his right hand, and a golden piece of energy swirled up and down on it. "Can you believe it? On the other side of it is darkness inside! ”

"They are supposed to be interdependent, that's why I say they're two sides of the same coin!"

Demitia stared at the swirling golden light in front of her, and then she asked in a whispered tone.

"Do you believe me? Will you believe my next actions and words? Would you really believe me? ”

On the other side, the Silver Hand High Price Priest (priest), the Grand Prosecutor of the Crusaders, and the Bishop of the Holy Light who was once in the Hearthvale region quickly looked at Locke with resolute eyes.

Locke smiled as usual and nodded, "Of course, if I didn't believe you, I wouldn't say this in front of you. You know, even the High Lords Mograini and Ethan...... In short, they don't want to talk about it in front of everyone. ”

Locke is now very reluctant to mention Ethanlyon's name, after all, the person who single-handedly pulled himself into the hand of silver, the person who started his career, is now standing on his opposite.

Call!

Demetia exhaled deeply, and then she smiled bitterly, shaking her head and laughing very bitterly.

As if to confirm what Locke said, Demetia opened her left hand. A ball of pure dark energy appeared in the palm of her hand, and they swirled up and down like the light in Locke's hand.

Soon, as if sensing each other's presence, the golden holy light on Locke's hand echoed with the black light on Demytia's hand, and the parts where their edges touched emitted a sound similar to that of corrosion.

"Wow, you're the first cleric I've ever seen who dared to study this dark power." Locke marveled, looking at the black energy ball in Demytia's hand opposite.

"If possible, I wish I hadn't touched them." Demithia shook her head bitterly, and as she flipped her palm, the shadow energy disappeared into her palm.

"No, no, no, I think that's a good thing." Extinguishing the holy light energy in his hand, Locke leaned back in his chair with his hands in his arms and looked at the great sage opposite.

Touching the beard on his chin, he whispered, "Although I think that light and darkness coexist, I have never witnessed it. ”

"But they're not accepted by the Church of Light, you know? Locke. Demitea exhaled deeply, and she looked at the paladin opposite her irritably, "The bishops everywhere stubbornly believe that the Holy Light is pure! It is the representative of all holiness! How is it possible to coexist with this darkness that represents filth and evil?! ”

The great sage in front of him was very distressed, and Locke looked at her intently. In fact, he gave her the sheepskin because the priests below told him that the sheepskin had a strong dark energy on it.

When the priests tried to purify it with the light, they were stopped by Locke, and it was brought here to await Demytia's arrival.

There is no doubt that the Shadows will not be recognized by the Church of Light at this stage. Any priest who dares to practice the Shadows is to be treated as a member of the Cult of the Damned and imprisoned in the underground dungeon of the Cathedral.

After all, those of the Cult of the Damned will use the energy of the Shadows to do evil. And the impression that the shadow energy gives to the world is mostly pain, endless pain and suffering. Compared with the pure and holy light, which guides people to do good, it will inevitably be rejected by the mainstream society, and it will be banned in the end.

Demithia shook her head, trying to shake the bad things out of her head. Then she looked at Locke and asked, "Now, what do you want to ask?" ”

"Do you mean it, or do you mean it?" Locke pointed to the black sheepskin on the table, and then to his own head.

"If that's it," Demitea said, gesturing to her head, shaking her head, "it's best not to try it lightly, I'm sure those Cursed cultists who believe in darkness will never start out of love for the Cursed Cult." ”

"This power is the opposite of the Light, powerful and cold, pure and desolate. They are also very deceptive, once you come into contact with this power, you will be fascinated by them because of its strength, and eventually greedily squeeze their endless power! ”

Demitea said with a frightened expression, "People who are not strong in willpower tend to sink into its whispers, or the fantasies that appear from their minds from time to time, it..."

"If it weren't for an extension of my ability to foresee, I probably wouldn't have been exposed to them for the rest of my life."

"In that case," asked Locke mutteringly, "how did you avoid falling into ruin?" ”

"Pray! Devotional prayers! ”

As soon as Locke's words were finished, Demethia spoke impatiently, "It's hard to understand, but whenever I feel like I'm about to fall, I pray sincerely, and the Light will soon help me suppress the dark power that is about to move within me." ”

"Is this power the same as the ability of the Undead Scourge?"

"No, I don't feel any death in them." Demetia shook her head, "They're like.... Dead .... As cold as the light! Right! It is the light of the dead! ”

"Well, let's not talk about it yet, although it's hard for me to understand." Locke waved his hand, pointing to the black sheepskin on the table and said, "Let's talk about it." ”

"I took it from the priest who was trying to purify it. It came from the manor of the president of the Vanished Psychic Guild," Locke cupped his forehead in a frustration, "not only him, but most of the surviving psychics under his command are gone, along with his minions and all the farmers. ”

"I would have liked you to contact them and put them under the control of our Crusaders to help us deal with the Scourge undead." Locke folded his hands helplessly.

Demetia picked up the sheepskin on the table again, but this time she didn't hide anything. Her fingers brushed over the sheepskin, and wisps of black smoke rose from the sheepskin, condensing in the air.

The black fur scrambled to turn white, as if there was something in front of them that attracted them. When Demytia stopped moving, Locke was shocked to find that the black goatskin had turned into a pure white fur.

"As I said, I felt something familiar in it. If I'm not mistaken, this is probably the power used by psychics. It's very similar to the power of the Shadow I control," Demytia quickly frowned as she looked at the black energy mass condensed in her palm.

"No, no, it's a little the same and different from the dark energy I have in my hands, and there's a little bit of death in it. It is now certain that the Cult of the Damned was involved in this event. ”

"And how did these people leave the Tirisfar?" Locke couldn't help but interject again.

"Magic always makes ordinary people think that everything is so incredible." Demytia gently lowered the sheepskin in her hand, she looked up at Locke, and said with a smile on her face, "But you, Locke, as a clergyman, are the great lord of this place. You've been to Quel'Thalas, and you should understand that magic does more than just destroy. ”

"Oh... You mean...," Lockno touched his chin thoughtfully.

"Yes, someone used this thing as a medium and used a large spell, but I don't know what kind of spell it is at the moment." Demitea subconsciously bit her lower lip with her teeth, and she said as she thought about it, "Spells are so variable, you may not understand that every different combination of words has the potential to become a new spell. Personally, though, I tend to say that they cast a lot of large spells. And there must be a portal or an enchantment or something like that, otherwise there is no way to explain how these people would disappear without a trace. ”

"Of course, the failure of most spells will ruin this sheepskin." Demitea caressed the sheepskin, her nose wrinkled and moved up and down, "There is still the smell of blood on it, maybe it is more than the parchment that has been ruined....

"Our intelligence services, they found many such sheepskins there. At first, they thought it was for a banquet, but soon they realized that things were not what they had thought, because there were too many sheepskins on the scene. Locke paused for a moment, looked at Demitian, who was listening intently to what he was saying, and then continued, "And our troops and outposts have reported that they have not found this group. So...."

So, they probably did it through a lot of parchment or something..... as a medium, and then used a large teleportation spell to leave here. Demithia lowered her head, she looked at the sheepskin in her hand over and over again, "I really didn't expect that the shadow energy can do this......"

Lockmore rubbed his chin and muttered to himself. "That makes sense."

"Klock! If that's the case, then I think you need to keep the mages there for a long time. ”

Demetia quickly interrupted Locke's musings, and when Locke came to her senses, she said worriedly, "Large spell teleportations require a key, and this key is the coordinate point. With this key, next time they can return to the place where they teleported from thousands of miles away as long as they have enough energy! ”

"Often, when there is an abnormal spell fluctuation in a certain area, it means that there will be a spatial node here. Maybe it's connecting to other planets, or maybe it's the base camp of natural disasters..."

"However, teleportation takes a long time, and the mages are extremely sensitive to spell disturbances, as long as the mages block the elemental flow in this area and lack the support of the elements, then the spell teleportation on the other end will fail."

Locke nodded, it was good news.

Yes, who knows if the Cursed Sect, or Kel'thugad, will have a convulsion and teleport directly?! u