"May the God of Light protect you."

Warm light gathered at the fingertips of a white-robed priest and soon enveloped Marshal Amter's frostbitten leg.

The wounds on the bones that were eroded by the breath of the ice dragon could be seen, and they were soon healed by the holy light and regained their blood color.

"The inscription of the Holy Light System is also somewhat useful at this time." Marshal Amter poured himself another sip of liquor and said.

"Saving lives is the greatest miracle in the world." The white-robed missionary said to Marshal Amter with a warm smile on his face.

"Excuse me, Priest Ode, there are many wounded knights over there."

Shayl pointed to a makeshift tent for the wounded in the distance.

"It's unfortunate to be attacked by a dragon who has lost his mind, don't worry, Prince Shayle, with the protection of the God of Light, nothing will happen to anyone."

After saying this, the white-clad priest walked on crutches towards the tent in the distance.

Shayl stared at the back of the priest leaving, and without saying a word, he opened the interface of his magic net and took a look.

It's been more than ten minutes since the last time the fire-bearer sent him a message, and it seems that the fire-bearer is in trouble or has some temporary work, and Shayl hasn't received a new reply in the meantime.

All this was caused by the Inquisition of the Holy Religion. ’

But the last words left by the fire-bearer made Shail's heart unable to calm down at all.

Shayl had already sensed that the appearance of the ice dragon had been deliberately arranged, and that the goal of the mastermind behind it was not only to kill him, but also the Second Legion and the Southern Legion of the Frost Country.

Without the help of the fire-bearers, the entire bottom of the canyon would have turned into a hell, and under the strange illness that caused Shail, no one would have survived.

Shayle couldn't believe that the mastermind behind it could be the Holy Cult Country, and he had to ask the person who spread the fire to find out why.

"Those cuckoo-like guys are pretty reliable when they're allies, aren't they? His Royal Highness the Prince. ”

Marshal Amter's voice interrupted Shail's thoughts.

"Hmm."

Shayl looked up at the tent in the distance, where priests dressed in white robes came and went.

They are followers from the Land of the Holy Religion, and the Land of Frost and the Land of the Holy Religion have forged alliances above war, except for the common resistance to the demons on the border.

The Land of the Holy Cult will also send these clerics who wield the magic of the Holy Light to join the Frosty Army.

While Sheil was unimpressed by the teachings they preached, Shayl was undeniable that the magic of the Holy Light had saved countless dying knights on the battlefield.

"They are indeed reliable allies, and with them in the army, no soldier will die of disease."

While Sheil was looking at the tent, several female priests dressed in white seemed to sense Sheil's gaze, and these sights made them all cover their faces and walk into the tent shyly.

"If only my dog had half the charm of your Royal Highness! Hahaha......"

Marshal Amt laughed heartily again when he saw the reaction of those girls from the Holy Sect Country, and the panic atmosphere when he was attacked by the ice dragon gradually dissipated.

“……”

Faced with Marshal Amter's teasing, Shayl squeezed a stiff smile on his face, not knowing how to answer.

"Don't worry, Your Royal Highness, after you inherit the position of king, the girls of the Holy Religion Country are at your disposal." Marshal Amter patted Shail, showed an expression that only a man could understand, and said.

"It's going to be a long time coming."

On the surface, Shayl was answering Marshal Amter's joke, but his eyes fell on the text interface of the magic web, and he kept an eye out for news from the person who spread the fire.

Now that more than twenty minutes have passed, Shayl has also repeatedly sent a few owl emojis to the person who carries the fire, asking if the other party is free, but the person who carries the fire still does not give any reply.

Shail's heart became more anxious inexplicably.

'What are you doing now?' ’

Shayl sent another message, followed by an owl counting his feathers and waiting alone.

………………

In the Demon Realm, the time is approaching night.

This is the end of Act III! You can go to dinner first. ”

Qiao Xiu sat down on the director's office to announce the end of the third act of "Avatar".

On the set of the movie, a group of Na'vi people, who are nearly two meters tall, slowly change back to human posture under the effect of lilac inscriptions.

The Purple Man used special pigments to inscribe phantom inscriptions on the actors, which are a bit like capture points painted on the actors when filming special effects on Earth.

As soon as they enter mana into the inscription, they will automatically activate the illusion and turn themselves into Na'vi.

With the assistance of the Purple One, a master of illusions, the filming of "Avatar" is progressing rapidly, so Qiao Xiu plans to take a break tonight and continue filming the fourth act tomorrow.

During the day, the banshee floated to Qiao Xiu's side and handed Qiao Xiu the sample spar taken today, Qiao Xiu activated the original spar and began to check the contents, and also clicked on the magic network message.

During the filming of the film, Joshua set the text message to a 'Do Not Disturb' status.

And now, when Qiao Xiu clicked on the text message, the expressions of a large number of owls occupied Qiao Xiu's field of vision.

"Is it still there? When will you get back to me and what are you doing now......"

Ciri quietly approached Qiao Xiu's side and read out the messages on Qiao Xiu's text message.

"Who is this frost owl? A member of the Owl Penpal Club? ”

Although Ciri's eyes were strange when he looked at Qiao Xiu, judging from the chat records, Ciri also saw that this owl had just met Qiao Xiu.

"It may have something to do with the Grey Cloak, I saw on the caster forum that his friend was under the influence of the Inquisitor."

Qiao Xiu didn't mind Ciri peeking around, and began to edit the next reply.

"So there is another person in this world whose impression of the country of the Holy Religion is about to collapse? Well... But I also like to watch this part. ”

Ciri directly moved a small bench and sat next to Qiao Xiu, looking at the posture of this spellcaster, she almost didn't find something like popcorn or melon seeds.

'Alright, let's continue with what we just said, I know you're wondering why the Holy Church is doing these things, but I can give you proof. ’