Chapter 3: Sirius
Eliza sighed heavily, looked up, and looked the other man in the eye.
There was no wind, and her bright red hair hung down on her shoulders, reflecting the sun's luster like her eyes.
"We were ordered to greet the guests of Itney. As a result, we failed, wounded by the heroes of Iternaire. β
"What guest?" The other party's tone was stern, and the blue light in his eyes was even stronger.
"One of our kind."
"Vampires?" A suspicion flashed in the bright humanoid eyes in the sky, "No, it's not enough to get you to risk being besieged by the entire Western Continent, it will cost you your lives, and you will never get what you want." β
"Yes." Eliza's brows furrowed slightly, it seemed that the other party had come prepared, not completely ignorant.
I'm afraid it's impossible to hide that matter.
"And-"
Eliza sighed heavily, gritted her teeth and said three words, "The Chosen One." β
"The Chosen?!" A ripple appeared in the other party's eyes.
Eliza knew that it was definitely not caused by the streamer on her body, and the trembling of her fingertips and body all explained the shock just now.
So she didn't know that Itinel had ushered in a new Chosen One?
Moreover, that person is also dead.
(Of course, Eliza herself did not expect that the dead Chosen would actually come back from the dead.) οΌ
The captain of the Crimson Guards stared at each other intently until just now, when a bold idea surged into his mind.
"Yes, Thea, the vice-priest of Itnair, has summoned the new Chosen One through the forbidden summoning ritual in Sekorid. And my men were killed on the way to escort him because their plans were revealed. β
"Forbidden rituals?" The other party's shock was beyond words, and his fingertips trembled violently.
By the way, it also lifted the hearts of the blood warriors.
Eliza was really scared that if the madman accidentally made a mistake, the huge sea walls on both sides would be enough for them to bury themselves in the sea.
"No, it can't be." The other party lowered his head, thought quietly, and muttered to himself, "Magic always has a price. If you want to summon a Chosen One, you must sacrifice a Chosen One, unless you ......"
The light in her eyes shrank sharply, then erupted like flames.
The woman's face was hidden in the blue light, and it became extremely terrifying.
"I see."
Understand what?
This time it was Eliza's turn to be shocked, and she almost opened her mouth to speak, but when the words came to her lips, she swallowed them back alive.
It doesn't make sense anymore.
The Chosen One is dead.
He sacrificed himself to the gods.
Swapped for Kaye's resurrection.
It's stupid.
"So where is she now?" The other party's tone was aggressive, and his eyes were coldly fixed on Eliza.
"It's supposed to be all the way south along the Crimson Coast, and if I'm right, I'm already at the Frost Fortress."
Eliza did not tell the other party that the Chosen One had sacrificed his life to the gods in order to resurrect the hero known as the Watcher.
She looked up and looked at each other with a smile.
Go ahead and fight to the death.
It's best to turn Iternaire upside down before the Iron Hoof of the Holy Blood Empire sets foot on the Western Continent!
"Frost Fortress...... Thunder Knight ......" the other man looked down in thought.
She mentioned a name, a title.
The confusion in the vampires' eyes showed that they had never heard of this man.
In more than 100 years, there are so many changes that can occur.
And there is never a shortage of heroes in every era.
Eliza saw a trace of worry in the other party's eyes very rarely.
Even she has such a side......
The Blood Knight couldn't help but froze, but she immediately understoodβ
It seems that that Thunder Knight is very strong.
However, that's fine.
If the guy known as Thunder Knight could have injured her a little, the war would have been much easier in the future.
"Were you injured by Thunder Knight?" The other party noticed the injuries on the vampires' bodies, but there was a hint of doubt in her eyes, "Hey, this wound ......"
She noticed the injuries on Sigrid's body.
"Holy Spirit Barrier."
"Not Thunder Knight. You know, we haven't set foot on the Western Continent for more than a hundred years. Eliza replied to her in a helpless and regretful tone, "Still, she is strong. β
"Aha!"
The other party let out a contemptuous chuckle from his mouth and looked at them mockingly, "That's all you can do, weak! β
The four Blood Clan warriors suddenly trembled all over.
Eliza struggled to suppress the anger in her heart, looked up and smiled flatteringly, "That's all I know. If you want to destroy Itnair completely. β
Her gaze flickered, "Then it's now." β
Now is the time!
Her heart was beating violently, and she looked at the other uneasily.
The tall figure was slightly stunned and fell silent.
She paused for about five seconds, and the other party glared at her angrily.
Eliza immediately felt the blood in her body being stirred by a terrifying force, like a rushing sea, without moving according to her heartbeat.
Blood rushed through the body, the brain was dizzy, and the heart trembled violently with severe pain due to the backpressure of the blood flow.
It seemed that in the next moment, her blood would break through the skin and shoot out like a fountain.
But......
The other party didn't want to kill her yet.
The tall figure pressed down on her wrist, and Eliza fell to her knees silently.
She gasped violently, her eyes bloodshot and her brain dizzy.
"We don't need you to teach me what to do. Filthy vampires! The other party's voice was as cold as snow, with an unstoppable arrogance.
Everyone looked at the god-like magician who was high up, and they couldn't help but have a terrible illusion in their hearts-
They will be perished in the sea because of the wrath of God.
"But I have to thank you for your candour."
The corners of her mouth curled up in a beautiful arc, and she pulled her hands back gracefully.
To everyone's surprise, the huge waves on both sides fell silently, and the huge sea water lifted the ship high and fell again.
The crowd staggered under their feet, and their whole bodies were soaked with the sea.
"Then don't let me see you again."
When the man had finished speaking, his whole body twisted, as if he had come, and he turned into a bright splash of water and galloped away in the direction of landing.
As the cacophony faded away, the wind flowed again.
β¦β¦
The black sail was blown up by the wind, and the Blood Rose Double Cross Sword Banner was unfurled in the wind.
It seems that nothing has just happened.
It wasn't until the figure completely disappeared from sight that everyone woke up like a dream.
The water lapped against the side of the ship, and the waves splashed in their faces.
Salty, wet and cold.
Only now did they realize that their backs were already soaked with cold sweat, and their breath was holding their breath all the time.
"Eliza, that was ...... just now"
"Hmm."
She covered Sigrid's mouth tightly, put her fingers to her lips, and tried to keep her voice downβ
"The three forbidden spellmasters from the Blasphemers, Sirius Viven."
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