In the middle of the night, all parts of the fortress were illuminated by the glow of illumination.

Shayl sat on the bed in the rest room of the fortress.

'I've never been exposed to this type of music, and I only heard operas from the Fallosi Opera Company in Nolan a long time ago. ’

Shayl texted and chatted with the fire-bearer.

Since arriving at the Fortress, her nerves have been in a state of tension, and she can only relax a little when she visits the caster's forums and chats with the fire-bearer.

Every time he communicates with the fire-bearer, Shayl is exposed to something new, such as the fire-bearer who has just sent her an 'inscription' with the sound.

Sheil wasn't interested in anything like song and art, but that didn't stop her dull mood from being swept away by the song's upbeat melody.

This song may help you in the battle with the Inquisitors. ’

'The Inquisitor cannot threaten us, and my friends are not weak. ’

Sayle confidently replied to the fire-bearer.

The power of the Holy Cult Nation is simply not able to compete with the Frost Nation head-on, and the generals in the fortress are not weak.

Once they knew about the Inquisitor's conspiracy......

As Shayl was thinking about this, her thoughts suddenly stopped.

While she was communicating with the fire-bearer via text, she happened to be checking the sharpness of her sword.

But just now, Shail's fingertips sensed something abnormal on the sword of this long sword.

This longsword is not an ordinary thing, and when Shayl touches it, he can clearly feel the chill overflowing from the surface.

"There seems to be something on the sword......"

As Shail's fingertips ran across the blade of the sword, she felt a portion of it sink in.

The signs of this depression are so subtle that they are not visible to the naked eye, and are only noticeable when the fingertips touch them.

The dented marks are not magical inscriptions, but the words of the Land of Frost.

"Please give us salvation?"

Shayl read the dented text word by word, and even if he did, Shayl could not understand the meaning of the line.

She began to carefully trace the blade and hilt of the long sword with her fingertips, and sure enough, she felt a new line of writing on the other side of the sword.

"A gray haze has shrouded frost and snow?"

Shayl muttered the words engraved on the blade behind her, and her heart grew heavier as she connected her current situation.

It's not been a year or two since the Holy Cult Nation and the Frost Nation have formed an alliance, and this history stretches back fifty years, not long after Shail's titular father became king.

Shayl didn't dare to guess who had engraved the words on the longsword now, and she glanced at the time below the magic web, and it was almost the agreed time.

Whatever the Inquisition does in the Land of Frost, Shayl is going to put an end to it from now on!

It's time for me to make an appointment with my friends. Shayl edited another text message and sent it to the fire-bearer.

'Be safe, and I advise you to cover your ears before using the 'weapon' I gave you. ’

After reading the last reply from the Firebearer, Shayl picked up his sword and walked out of the room with the Frost Spirit.

The fortress was so silent in the middle of the night that the sound of frost and snow could not be heard, and Shayl walked in the corridors lit with primordial lanterns, not even a single patrolling soldier could be seen.

Shayl clenched her sword and came to the door of the conference hall, and she pushed it open with one hand.

The eight generals sat in the hall and waited for a long time.

Shayl took a deep breath and walked straight into the hall, ready to inform everyone of the news of the Inquisition.

But the Spirit of Frost warned Shayl at this time, and at this moment, Shayl realized that there was an unfamiliar figure standing in the hall.

A priest from the Land of the Holy Religion was standing in the middle of the hall, looking at Shayl with a smile on his face.

At this time, Shail's heart seemed to be entangled by a poisonous snake.

The prince of the Land of Frost quickly regained his composure, his hand resting lightly on the sword at his waist.

"We thought you wouldn't be able to make it to this fortress, but it looks like you're in luck."

The priest walked slowly out of the shadows with his staff, and with the priest came out of the shadows a being who looked exactly like Shail.

"What the hell are you trying to do?"

Shail's voice was already cold, and she had gradually understood that what these Inquisitors of the Inquisition were doing was a hundred or even ten thousand times worse than she had imagined.

It was so bad that Shayl wanted to draw his sword and cut off this guy's head.

"If you were His Royal Highness, I'd love to explain this to you, but unfortunately you'll be a nameless corpse in the near future." The priest still had a smile on his face.

A premonition of danger rose in Shail's heart, and the sound of breaking the air came from behind her.

The Frost Spirit, which had been dormant beside Shail, erupted with an icy glow, creating a wall forged of ice behind Shayle.

The wall was instantly split in two by an unknown force, but Shayl took advantage of the gap to dodge to the other side, and at the same time drew the longsword in his hand.

But before she could stand firmly, Marshal Amter, who was standing on the other side of the hall, threw a punch at Shayle.

Shayl instinctively raised his arm to resist the opponent's attack, but the opponent's strength was too great, and Shail's body slammed directly into the wall of the hall.

Has Marshal Amt already been replaced? Shayl looked at the well-legged Marshal Amt and realized that the other party was not the deity.

The frost spirits surrounding Shayl erupted with a cold that could freeze anyone's blood, and for a moment the entire hall was covered in a layer of frost, and the priest used holy light magic to prop up the transparent wall of light, but it still couldn't stop the chill from penetrating.

The eight generals in the hall were covered in a thick layer of frost, and when Shayl was about to take advantage of the opportunity to kill the priest, a tentacle suddenly appeared from the ground.

The tentacles restrained her left hand, which held the sword, as a terrifying voice crept into her ears.

More and more transparent tentacles rose from the ground, turning into spikes that wanted to pierce Shail's body.

The Frost Spirit built a wall of ice to fend off the tentacles' attacks, but as their numbers grew, the Frost Spirit began to show weakness.

In this desperate situation, Shayl opened the magic net with his unrestrained right hand, and then directly opened the document that the person who transmitted the fire called the 'golden finger'.

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