Chapter 389: Tradition and Transformation

The woods were a twisted labyrinth in the darkness of the night, and the branches that trembled in the glimmer were naturally reminiscent of the limbs of some mollusk. The mournful cry of the night owl echoed over the heads of the crowd, as if to foreshadow a tragic end. Such a scene is enough to make most people fearful of the road ahead, but not enough to shake Cheese's team. "You have a group of trusted companions. The old man at the front of the line, with a lantern in his hand, glanced back at the few people who didn't care about the terrifying atmosphere, and then said to the mage.

"Of course, they are all the best. Cheese nodded, whether it was Jack, Lothar, Heather and Atticus, they were all warriors trusted by the mage, which is why they were part of the operation. Only Cheese himself knows that the crusade against the Lich is not only a final battle in the royal capital, but also the key to a definitive solution to the plague. In the information provided by the devil, the lich plays a very important role. The mage wasn't entirely convinced of what he had been told, but that didn't stop him from wanting to corroborate some inferences through the lich's testimony. Therefore, this raid cannot afford to lose.

As he spoke, Jack, who was walking behind the mage, gently pressed Cheese's shoulder. "Wait a minute, there's a fight. The wolfwalker whispered to his companions, his keen senses allowing Jack to distinguish the shouts that mingled with the sound of the wind and the swaying of leaves. "Don't worry, it's the voice of my people. Let's just keep going. The ghoul said flatly, and even a smile appeared on his face.

"Who are they fighting against?" the Grand Knight Chief would not be prevaricated by such a sentence, although this place is not in the royal capital, it is not too far from the city walls. If something that was at war with the Edwards was victorious, then he was obliged to warn the guards on the city walls. The linen guide did not answer in a hurry, he just raised the lantern in his hand a little higher, the road ahead was still gloomy, but at the end of the field of vision, the reflection of the moonlight seemed to become a little different, some of the bluestones piled together reflected the blue-white color in the moonlight, it was a cemetery. "Who are they fighting against, oh, you're asking a rather esoteric question. There may be other answers to this question in different situations, but for now, I tell you the one you want to know the most, that the two sides of the war are my people, and they are both Edward. ”

"Civil war?" the mage frowned slightly, but he wasn't surprised by the answer. "Yes, the patriarch has been gone for a day with his followers. Their failures are easy to calculate. It's natural for a conflict to happen at this time, isn't it?" the ghoul said, continuing on his way. When he talked about the fighting between his people, his tone was flat like an ordinary person talking about the weather, and he didn't care who won the civil war in the end.

"Do you need our help cleaning up those remnants?" asked Lothar, referring naturally to those who intended to continue to support their patriarch. "It doesn't have to be. The old ghoul shook his head and said without looking back, "This is the price that the Edward family will pay. Whoever wins in the end is the choice of us, and it's not a battle you can help with maintaining the old tradition or transforming it at this moment. If they win with the help of external forces, then they are still confused, regardless of which side the winner is. Only the answers obtained with blood and life can guide the family to continue to exist. ”

"It sounds like you don't care where the Edward family is headed?" Perhaps the old man said it too coldly, and his tone made Heather can't help but ask. "I, I'm very old, dear ma'am. If you've lived as long as I have and seen so many lives pass, you'll have a special perspective on many things. It shouldn't be us old guys who are about to rot, those young people who roar and fight for their beliefs, who decide the path of the family, they have that qualification. ”

After saying this, Heather and the others looked at each other, and they didn't really understand what the other person meant. But Atticus, who had also entered his twilight years, showed a thoughtful expression, and the chief knight looked at the iron rule in his hand, and sighed without knowing what he thought. Then he said, "Mr. Cheese is right, you are indeed a man worthy of respect. I can see why the Edwards have been able to exist in the royal capital for so long and be at peace with us, and the traditions you follow are worthy of admiration. ”

"I'm honored to be the gravedigger of the Iron Knight. It's ridiculous that when I was younger, I wanted to compete with you, but at this age, you can still raise a sword to fight, but I can only hold this lantern to show you the way. The ghoul laughed and said that Atticus was undoubtedly a knight of great repute, which led many people his age to chase after him, and at that time there were a large number of good men led by him in the kingdom. But time has passed, and now, there are very few remaining warriors left in the world, and the Iron Knight has become the founder and last legacy of the era.

Atticus was also reminded of these words, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the old knight had a rare bitter expression on his face, and he muttered in a low voice, "Raise your sword to fight? Even Harold is already there..."At this time, Lothar happened to walk in front of Atticus with Hearn's hand, watching the weapon that had belonged to the Grand Duke of Blood Axe for many years being held in the hands of the young man, this scene made the Iron Knight reinvigorate, the wry smile on the corner of his mouth turned into a smile, and his slightly clumsy body straightened up suddenly. "Hah, so what. The lads are no worse than we were back then, and it's time to give up the stage. But now, I have to finish this last shift. ”

The shadowy woodland was left behind, and a large moonlit cemetery appeared in front of the team. And everyone also saw that among the mending graves, a large number of ghouls were biting each other, and the bloody scene made even the most seasoned butcher frown. "It's the Elder! he's here with the Mage!" "Quick!Make a way for the Elders!Tear these traitors apart!" Noting the roar of the group of ghouls, who were opponents of the Patriarch's renegade on the Covenant. The battle was already fierce at its climax, with the traditional Soul Keepers desperately trying to open the way to the crypt for Cheese's squad, while the ghouls loyal to the patriarch fought desperately to stop the squad's approach.

"I'm sorry guys, but can you please run? I don't want to burden young people too much. The ghoul, known as the Elder, said.

"Of course!"