"This is a war, and you have to be prepared to sacrifice everything. ”

In the hidden valley, the hooded man said to a simple-faced, ragged young man: "Of course, for the believers of Mansk, life as a mortal is a lie. I believe that you can pass the final test and return to the real country. ”

"My name is Kane Danhit, a farmer from the Duchy of Tangus. The Archduke's rule kept me breathless, and I was only imprisoned when I ran into a knight while escaping from the town's tax collector. ”

"I don't have any big ideals, and I don't believe in any god. I just want to have a piece of land to plant, and the rent of the land and the tithes of the church can be collected less, so that I can live on my own hands. ”

He looked at the hooded man in a daze, as if it was the first time he had seen him: "This gentleman, what are you bringing me here for?"

"Not bad......"

The hooded man nodded with satisfaction: "Your soul state is well adjusted, but the last rhetorical question is a bit of a drama." ”

"When I leave here, you will definitely use some kind of witchcraft to wash away my memory", the young man sighed helplessly, as if he had long been accustomed to suffering, "Don't let me forget who I am and why I am a prisoner." ”

"Of course", the hooded man also changed to a cooperative tone.

The young man was escorted out of the valley by two hooded men, and another woman, who could see her graceful figure even with the same robe and hood, leaned in.

"McGowell", the woman raised her head slightly, revealing a pointed and fair jaw, and she could vaguely see the blood-red tattoos on her cheeks.

Her tone was a little disapproving: "This man is a child of lies, and your disguise is meaningless in front of him. He doesn't believe at all that you are the bishop's envoy of the Eastern Church in Mansk, and in fact the church itself does not even exist. ”

The hooded man who had spoken first turned his head to look at her, revealing a thin, grim countenance. If Litchie had been here, he would have recognized this man, Sir McGowell, the King's second chamberlain who had first come to collect his debts.

McGore said, "Your Excellency, he doesn't care, in fact all the Mansk cultists don't care if they are deceived by others. On the contrary, if the lie makes the world more turbulent and chaotic, they will rejoice in it. I gave him a stage where lies could shine, and he was naturally happy to comply. ”

"That's why I don't like to associate with the followers of Mansk, who are willing to weave lies about their own deaths and play with the living," exclaimed Bishop Bloody Lady.

Then she asked curiously, "Why do you care so much about the Duke of Prell? Except for us and Mansk's Son of Lies, the God of Crime, the Goddess of Abuse, the Lady of Pain, and the Lady of Plague, all the power you have gathered has been thrown into the Divine Plateau, to offend the Queen's lover to death, and are you not afraid that your Queen will be angry?"

"No, I'm just doing what a loyal servant should do, I believe that it won't be long before His Majesty will need these powers", McGowell said lightly: "In addition, the queen is with Kem, she will not have, nor will she need a lover." ”

The Bloody Bishop asked again: "So, Earl McGore, does Your Majesty need us too?"

McGore said: "Then it depends on what value you have besides this." ”

The woman opened her red lips slightly, and spit out the tip of her scarlet tongue: "The Earl can taste my ...... first Value. ”

McGore chuckled and slipped his hand into the bloody bishop's robes.

..................

Shadow City, the huge rift stretched across the city like an abyss, and the long line of countless people meandered and flowed slowly towards a portal. On both sides of the column, the guards held magic spears, staring vigilantly at the crowd.

In front of the portal, the guards isolated the human wall to release people into the portal in waves, and then carefully reviewed by a group of officials before being placed into the portal.

"Hassan", the middle-aged official pointed to a thin young man in the crowd and said in a cold tone: "I don't remember you on the list, you actually want to fool around!?"

The young man raised a piece of parchment in his hand: "This is the special permission of the Supreme Council, do you have an opinion?"

The official choked, and then said hatefully: "How did you get permission? The remnants of your Night Society are not qualified to go to the Land of Dawn!"

"It seems that your dawn will blow up this tower", the young man named Hassan sneered: "The freedom of the Shadow City is what we will buy with our lives in the night!

The official spat out: "Without the support of our Dawning Society, you would still have the opportunity to bomb the tower?" Speaking of which, we are really hot-headed, and actually follow you to do that! If it weren't for the agreement between His Excellency the Children of Dawn and the High Council, even if the people of Shadow City could emigrate, they would be thrown to starve to death in the barren places of Norton or Redstone!"

Hassan's face was full of disdain: "Captain Jenir, no matter what you say, the song that His Excellency the Son of Dawn taught us to sing is already the song of the Night Society. ”

Their conversation affected the speed at which the flow of people moved, and the others yelled in displeasure. The official had no choice but to signal for continued review, and said sharply to Hassan: "Don't think that if you go to the Land of Dawn, you can do whatever you want! We will continue to keep an eye on you and all the remnants of the Night Society!"

Hassan was a little surprised: "You guys, why?"

Captain Jennier patted the badge on his chest, which was printed with the image of the sun shining over the top of the mountain: "Just because we are the Dawning Society! With so many people in the Shadow City, how can we do it without control? With us here, Your Excellency the Son of Dawn is relieved." ”

Hassan's face darkened, and there was a hint of hesitation in his gaze as he looked at the portal.

The next moment, he stepped firmly into the portal.

"He's going to make trouble," muttered the officer next to Captain Jenier, "and they're never going to stop." ”

Jeniel snorted, "Isn't that right?

Seeing a few more people enter the portal, his face became a little ugly: "Why are there so many people from the Night Society? ”

Before his colleagues could speak, the flow of people suddenly stopped, and even the guards stepped aside.

A group of people with a calm temperament and no markings on their black and gray uniforms inserted into the group and walked straight towards the portal. When someone gets in the way, he rudely pushes away, but no one dares to say a word, and no one even takes a breath.

The guards surrounding the portal also hurriedly got out of the way, and seeing the group approaching, Jeniel was bold enough to say hello to the man in the short mage robe in the lead. The other party just glanced at him indifferently, and his legs couldn't move at all.

These people stepped into the portal without saying a word, and although there were thousands of them, it didn't take long for them all to pass.

When they finished teleporting, everyone on the scene, including Jenir, let out their mouths.

Jenir muttered, "Battle mages and demon warriors of the High Council......"

Colleagues corrected: "It's a battle mage and demon warrior of the former High Council. ”

Deep in the alleyway not far from the portal, in the courtyard of an extremely ordinary house, a young girl prayed in a low voice in a closed room.

"I will preach the Gospel of the Lady and hide it in the night......"

"I will unite everyone who suffers under the Gospel of the Lady and wait for the true dawn to come......"

"I will make believers aware of true freedom and not be swayed by hypocrisy......

"Until that moment comes, I will make all believers not speak, not resist, but remain silent to ......"

The dim oil lamp was placed in front of the girl's eyes, and the girl's simple and ordinary face shone with a deep holy light under the lamp, making her trance between the real and the unreal.

After praying, she said, "Your Highness, I am ready......

The orange flame gradually dimmed, and finally turned purple, and the warm and magnetic voice sounded in the girl's ears: "This is a war, a long, called the war of waiting. ”

"You and your siblings may have to wait all your lives, but the addition of each sibling will make Madame and me happy. Savor this joy carefully, and it is your only reward. ”

"I believe you have endured such a reward, not only because you are my mother's adopted daughter, but also because you are willing to spend your life waiting for your lady to wake up. ”

"Where I'm going, you're my doppelganger. Live quietly, quietly develop brothers and sisters, not in my name, not in the name of women, and connect all the suffering people as one. ”

"You must remember not to touch that person, not to resist, and not to be deceived by him and his goddess. Silent, calm, and out of the way, let more people be silent and calm, out of the way. ”

"That day will come, maybe soon, Winnie, believe in ma'am, believe me, believe in yourself. ”

The voice disappeared, the light returned to normal, and the girl who called Winnie bowed her head deeply: "Yes, Your Highness the Holy Maiden......"

After a while, she left the room, carrying a small bag, and crossed the street with other men and women in the mansion to join the long queue in front of the portal. It's like a drop of water flowing into a river, and there is no trace of it.

..................

"Norrieux, if you don't change the name of this issue to "The Great Adventure of Pique and Norrieux", I won't work with you again!

In the dimly lit underground mausoleum, there was a halfling with a sharp nose and said angrily: "Last time, I grabbed that horsewhip to find the Death Knight! Last time, I pulled down the handle to find the tomb of the Dark Elf General!" Last time...... Listen to me, Norriet!"

He hurried to catch up with the paladin, who was surrounded by a ball of divine light and a floating camera: "As a result, I didn't even have a shot!"

"Ah, that, your height is really not good for the camera", the tall paladin with gray hair said: "Look, when the camera turns to your point of view, the audience can only see my cloak, that's too irresponsible!"

"That's your responsibility, not mine!"

Pique screamed: "It's okay to change it to "Norrieg and Pique's Great Adventure", in short, without my name and without my face, I'll say goodbye to you here!"

"Look!"

The ball of divine light floated to the wall of the corridor, revealing an eroded line of illegible handwriting: "The lingua franca of the last era!" Slanhorn...... And the royal mark, maybe this is the royal palace of the Slanhorne Kingdom! This is the clue you found, are you really not going to continue?"

"I ......"

Peake hesitated, scratched his head and said, "It's okay if you don't change the name of this issue, but you have to have my shot!"

The paladin clenched his fists and said eagerly, "Let's work together!"

Pique jumped to his feet: "Have you listened?"

The paladin pointed ahead and said, "Ah! there's a burial chamber ahead!"

The halfling swooped and ejaculated: "I'll take a look first!"

There was a crackling sound, and various traps such as crossbow arrows, flip flaps, and bayonet guns were triggered, but they did not hurt the halfling in the slightest, and by the time the paladin entered the tomb, the halfling had completed the initial search.

"Nothing special, it feels like a teleportation room......"

Peake gestured with his hand, "There should be a magic circle here." ”

"But it's a throne," the paladin said, looking at the quaint high-backed stone seat in the center of the tomb.

Peake muttered, "I'll take a look at ......"

He searched the chamber again, but found nothing.

The eyes of the two fell on the throne again, the throne was very wide and very tall, judging from the armrests on both sides, it should be a person, this person must be tall and burly, not like a mortal.

"It can't be a throne, would the king sit in the wall of such a small room?"

Peake jumped onto the throne as he spoke, and put his hand on the armrest, and sighed.

"What's ...... Organ ......"

The halfling's eyes lit up: "It must be a mechanism! Tesolos is on it, I found it at once!"

Wipe off the dust, and a palm-like relief appears on the armrest.

"There's that too", the paladin sat up as well, spotting the same thing on the armrest on the other side.

"In my experience, we'll have to press it down at the same time, and then the throne will sink to another room," Peake's eyes lit up, "Maybe it's a treasure trove, maybe it's a hall full of the undead." ”

"Wait......"

The paladin summoned the camera, fixed the angle, and gasped nervously, saying, "Audience friends, with the help of my teammates, I found the mechanism to go to the suspected Slanhorn Palace. As soon as I press this mechanism, I will find a new world, whether countless gold and silver treasures are waiting for me, or ......"

The halfling squeezed into the camera: "It was me Pique who found it! Pique the halfling! Pique from Redstone Hump Mountain...... Why do you turn off the camera!?"

"Disrupting the rhythm is irresponsible behavior for the audience", explains the Paladin as he carefully adjusts as he cleans up the camera.

There was a click, and the throne shook.

The paladin scratched his head: "Ah, I'm sorry, my arm hit the trap and it sank." ”

He said again: "Don't press over there, we're not ready yet......"

Peake said angrily: "I won't listen to you, now I have to follow my pace!

As he spoke, he slapped his palm, and the mechanism over there also sank into the armrest.

The throne shook again, and blue light erupted from the floor and ceiling at the same time, distorting light and shadow, and the two of them disappeared suddenly.

The next moment, the two of them appeared in a grand space that was extremely empty, like a dark area, sitting on something strange on a high platform.

The paladin shuddered: "I feel...... It's uncomfortable, it's cold, it's nauseous. ”

The halfling took out the fluorite lamp in the field: "I am ...... too"

He lifted the lamp and looked forward, only to see a billowing gray mist.

When I looked at the place next to it, I saw a huge gray-brown stone.

Suddenly something descended from above, and the stone it leaned against moved.

When a large skull appeared above the head, the halfling and the paladin froze at the same time.

In the skull, two ghostly green soul fires larger than fluorite lamps burned, getting closer and closer, as if they were about to engulf the two of them.

"Wow——!"

Pique jumped high, and as soon as the fluorite lamp was lost, the person disappeared into thin air.

Paladin Norrie also screamed and jumped down, only to realize that they were sitting on the lap of a huge skeleton.

The skeletal skelet, several people tall, wore a crown and leaned on a throne on a high platform, holding a giant sword in his hand.

It seems to have just woken up, still looking at the uninvited guest, or thinking about philosophical questions like who I am and where this is, and it is not in a hurry.

"Peake, where are you!?

Norrie pulled out his camera and whispered, "Take me away when I take a picture!"

The fluorite bell that Pique dropped rolled all the way down the platform, and the fog suddenly churned violently, and a tidal gurgling sound sounded.

One-pair, two-pair, three-pair......

In a moment, under the high platform, countless pairs of dark green light lit up, and they were reflected on the high platform.

Norrie stood dumbfounded, his eyes out of focus. Even as ripples rippled next to him, Pique was whispering to him, but there was no response.

Then he suddenly drew his long sword and shouted: "Nuo~Li~~Ai~~!"

The paladin's body glowed with warm white holy light, and he bravely rushed down the high platform, submerging into the tide of dark green light.

With the paladin's movements, all the green light flickered violently, and the silent roar converged into a shockwave, sweeping away the fog that enveloped the earth.

The earth was not visible at all, and the mist was crowded with dense skeleton warriors.

On the throne, the soul fire of the huge skeleton also suddenly blaze, and its whole body trembled for a moment, and it slowly stood up.

The greatsword was raised overhead, and the massive skeleton wearing the crown let out a silent roar.

The entire space swayed and shook, and in the extreme distance, a ray of light seemed to penetrate different worlds, like the bright moon on the canopy, making all the beings on this land turn their heads to look.

The greatsword slowly flattened, pointing at the light.

Skeletron let out a muffled roar, "The world of the living...... There shouldn't be ......"

The muffled sound of trumpets continued, and the sea of skeletons that covered the land began to ripple.

[End of this volume]