It was nearly night, the pirates were on duty in three shifts, most of them had already slept, the fleet broke through the night, and moved forward in silence in the light of the hazy moonlight, Sigma lay on the 'bed', his eyes open, staring at the ceiling 'flower' board, and perhaps countless pairs of eyes were also staring at him, waiting for him to do something unusual...... Unbeknownst to the pirates, he was able to connect with the spirits of Guò and talk to the loyal knights.

Although the Death Knights had already rescued Sifania, Sigma did not get in touch with Miss Adjutant in the first place, despite the fact that Sigma was in danger...... Just in case, on the one hand, and on the other, he was hesitant and even a little frightened - he had a hunch that maybe Ciffania had guessed his identity and already knew who he really was.

"Ever since I was rescued by Lu Fei, I have been trying to remember, wondering what kind of person I am, what kind of things I have done, whether it is righteous or evil, whether it is happy or sad, whether the people I love are happy, and whether I regret the things I have done...... Sigma raised his hand and looked at his palm, as long as his mind moved, the brilliant holy light that was pure to the extreme, symbolizing justice and courage, would gather together, which was the most upright power in the world...... But perhaps, a few months ago, the power of this hand was a life-devouring and withering Netherworld Death.

He sighed softly, "I really didn't expect this to happen...... I'm a guy with big eyebrows and big eyes......"

He had come to his senses, he had a premonition, but the truth seemed to be about to be revealed, and he had lost the courage to pierce this layer of window paper. (Novel)

"But I can't never see her, can I...... But I can't run away forever, can I? Sigma smiled and closed her eyes, "Yanye, I want to talk to Sylvania." ”

In the soul, Yan Ye's rock-solid solemn response came: "King, as you wish." ”

In the alien plane where the Death Knights lived, Yan Ye nodded to Medea, Medea raised her slender finger and pointed to Yan Ye, the 'spirit' and god links build a bridge of 'exchange' flows, and the invisible magic stirs the air - Sigma Tong guò The spiritual link transmits to Yan Ye what he wants to say, and then his words will be perfectly reproduced and restored through the magic that vibrates the atmosphere of Guò Medea, creating a perfect sound effect.

After doing this, Medea waved her hand again, and the magic that imprisoned Sifania's soul was lifted, and Miss Mage's almost stagnant 'spirit' divine power began to operate again, awakening the sleeping brain and awakening the dormant soul, Sifania suddenly opened her eyes, but what she saw was a black and white world, without any life, only the loneliness of death and the wilderness of nothingness, a broken world that was almost "nothing".

Disbelief and loss suddenly flashed in her eyes, and she murmured, "What am I ...... Already dead? This is the legendary Netherworld, the place where the dead end? ”

Then she looked around blankly, and found the four necromantic young 'women' who had been watching her silently, the cold aura and dangerous armor made her involuntarily roll over and put on a defensive posture, and then she noticed that her current state was full of flesh and blood, full of life, soul and body together, magic flowing, still human shells.

Then she heard a familiar voice: "Yo, Sifania, long time no see." ”

"Connor!" Hearing this voice, Miss Adjutant's pupils shrank suddenly, and a strong surprise flashed in her eyes, but looking at the dead and gray world around her, and looking at the necromantic creature exuding a powerful aura in front of her, she seemed to understand something, as if she remembered something, her lips trembled slightly, and she said with difficulty: "No, you...... You are, you are the ...... of the West"

No wonder, no wonder the general agreed with me to stay and look for him, no wonder the undead were afraid of him, no wonder the general valued him so much, if so...... A qiē can be explained clearly......

It turned out that I, it turned out that I ......

All of a sudden, all her feelings were 'intertwined', all the doubts and 'confusion' she had been having, the leisure thinking when tracking in the past few days, all the conjectures and insecurities had been answered, Miss Adjutant's eyes changed violently, her body trembled slightly, she didn't know what to say, she didn't know whether she wanted to cry or laugh, what should she do? Greet Sigmar respectfully, or complain about his concealment, or do you ...... as before?

She was silent, and the other party seemed to fall into silence, but he broke the deadlock and said in an unprecedented solemn tone: "I, it's Paladin, Paladin Connor, Paladin Edward, Paladin Zaga, Paladin Arthas, Paladin Arthur, Paladin Hancock, ......"

How many names do you have...... She wanted to laugh a little now, but for some reason sadness welled up in her heart, and she whispered, "No...... The lowly paladin I knew wouldn't greet me seriously in such a situation, so how could he give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? He would find a way to scare me, he would find a way to 'trick' me, and when he had had enough, he would laugh arrogantly and laugh at me, completely ignoring my feelings...... That's the kind of guy he is, obviously he doesn't look like a paladin more than anyone else, but I think he might be the best paladin in the world, I used to imagine how such a guy became a paladin, was he like this when he was in Cloudsdale? Why wasn't he killed? Didn't the clergy find him troublesome? Then I thought that maybe the clergy would find this guy annoying and annoying and would want to 'pump' him, but they would never hate him, but would trust him inexplicably, because his soul did have a radiance, and at some point it would shine more than any holy light......"

She seemed to be laughing, she seemed to be crying, and that usually almost expressionless face, which seemed to have all the emotions in the world at this time, was exhausted, and she muttered: "But why, why is this happening......"

In the black and white world, time seems to stand still, the four death knights calmly look at the 'female' child who is out of shape, without words, without movement, like a frozen statue, while Sigma on the main plane lies silently on the 'bed', blinking her eyes gently, and after a while, he says quietly to Sifania: "My memory begins with the first time I opened my eyes twenty days ago, a ship rescued me, they said that I was a paladin, and they wanted to send me back to the cliff of Wanghai, and the captain was an innocent and straightforward lovely." Daughter's child, she doesn't hide her intentions, saving a paladin, enough for her to get the Holy See's reward and get a low-tax pass......"