The light veil of the night obscured the face of the blue moon, so that the Virgin could not see that the great pearl called Rochester on the ground was much less lustrous than it had been a few months earlier. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

At some point, the darkness of the night is more likely to make people feel secure than the light of the day.

Bray Castle was still brightly lit, with black-clad soldiers patrolling back and forth between the walls and the castle in small groups. The events that had happened before made them no longer dare to take it lightly.

Only one place had slightly fewer guards patrolling, and the black-armored soldiers there were not like other places in groups of three or five, but alone.

The soldiers near the building were all crossing their chests and whispering the Father's name. The soldiers who were sent to stand guard there were basically unlucky people who had bad luck by lot.

Because that building is the temporary residence and laboratory of the former Prime Minister Essares.

In the eyes of ordinary people, magicians are mysterious, strange, and unpredictable. The elemental and arcane powers they wield do not belong to the Father, but to some of the "false gods" that are still controversial to this day. Therefore, in the eyes of devout believers, these people can easily be equated with evil.

Cardine Soslang, a scholar of the Redemptive Church, once discussed the hierarchy of the gods in the heavenly realm: only the Father is twelve-winged in the heavenly realm, Odysskar, who presides over the heavenly and human order, and Kaos, the fallen demon king of chaos, are six-winged, and the Virgin Koluna and the gods to which she belongs have only two wings like all angels. This theory has developed to the point where the Church of the Redeemer has agreed that the Virgin Mary can only be regarded as an angel of the divine race, not a formal god. Therefore, they regarded the Cult of the Dark Moon, which had made the statue of Our Lady into twelve wings, a heretical cult, and incidentally, the people who called the gods of life, death, and nature also made them frown secretly, and they had already changed the name of these three to angels.

The mages have always believed in the gods of wisdom and the five elements, and privately they are slightly unhappy that the Church of Salvation has reduced their idols to angels. This contradiction continued until Chris Trotard, the former dean of the Roerland School of Magic and Wizards, took the lead in changing his name to Earth, Water, Fire, Wind and Thunder Five Elemental Angels.

His Majesty Chris is the only mage who is not afraid of the people of Fal-Easton, and many of them have even begun to wear red robes in order to change their image.

The gray-robed Essares Almasasia, on the other hand, was one of the most feared mages of the people of Faliston. There are many legends about the strange research he conducted. His abilities were clearly more than just elemental magic. Since the events in the Great Hall, the master's enthusiasm for studying magic has increased, and Marshal Giger, who lives not far from him, can hear some loud explosions from time to time.

"What sound?" asked the red-haired marshal in the office, turning his head to the lieutenant general.

"Master Esareth's magical experiments. ”

"How many times this week?"

"Fifth, uh, probably seventh. ”

"Can you please ask him to move out?"

"No, Your Excellency. You know, there's a lot of chaos out there right now. Besides, Master Essares was very interested in the contents of the castle, and according to the soldiers, the master was pleased with the dwelling, because it was also close from there to the smelter to find ore. ”

"It's a terrible choice to be neighbors with a mage!"

"There is also a residence a little further away, but ......"

"But what?"

"In the vicinity of Mistress Mittcard. ”

"Then I'll still live here!" Rafal scratched his head in frustration, "Brundil, let's get things done here, send troops to Thornfield County early!"

Compared to His Excellency the Marshal, the former city lord Koloa was undoubtedly much more unlucky, this former high-ranking mid-level mage was now reduced to Esares's assistant, and one soldier swore that he had seen the former city lord wearing the burning black robe shoot directly into the pond from the window on the second floor like an arrow into the pond.

Among the soldiers, there is also a legend that Essares loved to turn people into frogs. As a result, every soldier who was drawn to sign the lottery usually went to the tavern brothel or to the Archbishop of Avilad to ask for a holy talisman before taking up his post.

On this day, an unfortunate soldier was drawn for the next lot—and as we look at what is next, we have every reason to believe that it is a great misfortune to stand guard for Ezare. Less than half a moment after the soldier reached his post, he was frightened into darkness by the terrible legends that haunted his mind. He had just gasped for breath out of sight in the aftermath of the blue moon when a hand covered his mouth. As fear paralyzed his nerves and shivered dominating his body, a cold heavy sword stabbed into his body with great skill from between the two pieces of black armor behind him, cutting through the cracks in his ribs to stop his heart from beating.

The soldier's body straightened up, and it became a lifeless corpse. The murderer quickly hid him deeper into the darkness.

In a few moments, the deceased was laid to rest in an undetectable place, and the impostor swaggered up for Ezares, strangely wearing the same black armor.

The second-floor window where Ezareth lived shone with an eerie blue glow, not as soft as Coluna's moonlight, but with a kind of hellish coldness.

The impostor circled along the route of the Fit Soldiers, curled his tongue and exchanged passwords with a few black-armored soldiers he met sporadically along the road, and returned to the place where his predecessor had lost his life.

"There is no obstacle ahead!Act as planned, and may Coluna's blessing be with you!"

A few men in black jumped out of the shadows, and they followed behind the fake black-armored soldier, and every time he greeted the other black-armored colleagues, there were a few more unjust souls who died tonight. Soon, the three sentry posts on the edge of Esares's small building were all their men.

Their tentacles continued to stretch until they reached what looked like a cell, where a black-armored soldier in disguise threw a scroll into the guard's hut. When they pushed the door open and entered, the room full of soldiers were asleep.

Another black-armored soldier removed the key from the captain's belt and quickly opened the door to the dungeon.

The four men in the prison were awakened by the sound of the rusty doorway, and a dark shadow flashed in. He ran straight to the cage where little Fernandi was imprisoned, and said softly: "I have come to your rescue, Your Excellency General Fernandi Jr., please do as I instruct." ”

"Are you ......," General Fernandi Jr. asked, confused.

"Thor the Shiner, belonging to the Nighthawk Brotherhood. ”

"How did you get in?"

"I'll talk about it later......" Thor looked left and right at the other cages, his movements were a little reserved despite the danger.

"Hey, I say, help us too!" Sister Serena cried softly.

"You're Miss Salena, aren't you, you're mentioned in the Channeler's plan, where are Reed and Isaac?"

He began to look down for the key, and before he could find the key to the cage, he was startled by the deformed sound of an iron rod. When he looked sideways, a silver-haired elf was already standing beside him. The elf pushed and pulled, and little Fernandi's cage opened a door. He did the same twice, and Mother Serena and Isaac were all in a cage.

"What an amazing strength!" exclaimed Thor, "presumably you are the Mister Reed mentioned by the Guide. ”

Reed was noncommittal, he was always a big talker to strangers.

Sister Serena and Fernandi Jr., both handcuffed and shackled, walked out and put on their stripped black armor under Thor's guidance. Reed walked into Isaac's cage and picked up the stunned red-haired boy - his hands and feet were cuffed with heavy shackles, and humans have always been afraid of demons.

"Do you have a key?" the elf asked, and Thor tried every key on the keychain, but couldn't break the shackles on Isaac's hands and feet.

"Give me a sword. Reed said briefly. Thor immediately gave him a two-handed sword.

With a clang, the shackles were split by him, and the sword's life came to an end. Thor whispered a complaint to Reed for being too loud, and then immediately ordered Isaac to put on the black armor.

The red-haired boy sat on the ground blankly, although he didn't die that day, he didn't have much will to survive after that. Seeing this, Reed forcibly put on black armor on him, and the group walked out of the cell. The doorway was guarded by two black-armored warriors, the shorter one was the one who threw the scroll into the guard's hut in front of him, and the taller one looked a little restless—his right hand clenched and let go of his sword.

The prisoners walked out of their cells, and for most of them, the smell of freshness was long gone.

The tall prisoner locked his gaze in the door as it slammed, and when the red-haired boy appeared at the door with Reed's support, he rushed over and hugged him.

Isaac's hollow eyes, which had been a hesitant puppet, suddenly regained a hint of a living thing. He smelled the familiar smell from the soldier, and although he covered his face with a black cloth at the moment, he knew who he was.

"I won't leave you again, brother!" said the man, choked with his clothed face against his cheek.

"Plug...... Nar ...... "Isaac whispered his friend's name in disbelief, feeling the warmth of the fire like an abandoned kitten rediscovering its home.

I...... I am ......," said the young man, hesitantly, trying to break free of his friend's arm, but after a little struggle he did not move.

"Uncle told me, shhhhh......h Silence now. ”

"Fool, we'll retreat first!"

The diminutive black-armored soldier smiled softly at their appearance, he was the one who had thrown the scroll into the guard's small room earlier. With this slight laugh, Isaac came to life and knew who he was, oh no, who she was.

"You ...... Are they all here to save me?"

"We're here to save General Fernandi Jr., and by the way, we're here to save you. The little soldier said, and despite the word "incidental" in his words, Isaac felt a strong warmth.

"Listen! Tonight's slogan is 'The Source of Order,' and we must divide into groups of three or five and return as planned!" Thor rubbed his hands impatiently, sternly reminding them of the current situation.

According to his assignment, he, Fernandi Jr., Sister Serena, and the small Black-Armored Soldier were in one group, and Sin, Isaac, and Reed were in another.

Thor left with the first group, and the latter group waited for a while under the leadership of Xin before leaving.

Along the way, they met two or three groups of patrolling soldiers, all of whom Xin dealt with with with the phrase "Password: Source of Order". On one occasion, a soldier tapped Isaac on the shoulder as he left. If it were Isaac in normal times, he would probably be exposed, but with the mental training of the teenager these days, he looks much older.

They soon came to the ironworks near the small building in Esares. Here, the Imperial Army erected a new row of blacksmiths. Even in the middle of the night, the sound of jingle bells is endless. The blacksmiths of Midfeldt, who were ordered to work, continued to build the standard armor and weapons of the Faliston Empire according to the drawings provided by the Imperial Army.

Working in this humble blacksmith was an old dwarf, whose beard had been dyed gray by soot and slag. Even in the cold winter, he still wears his upper body, and his stone-like skin reveals a granite-like color under the fire.

"Uncle Hama!" the red-haired boy recognized his family's rival, the dwarven blacksmith Hama. When the old dwarf saw the young man, he hugged him according to the dwarf's etiquette.

"Young man, when I heard that you were arrested, your father was in a hurry. Don't take it lightly now, follow me. ”

The group followed the dwarf to a carriage at the back of the house, where the dwarf ripped open half of the slag on the carriage, revealing a hidden compartment that looked like it could squeeze in almost four people.

"We came in from the mezzanine of the wagon that carried the ore, and we mixed it out when the cart was about to carry the slag out. Sennar explained to his friend.

"If you hide in it, you can barely move. ”

"Well, don't be too careful!" said Sin-Sennar with a wave of his hand, "What about the other team?"

The old dwarf replied, "Tholl and they have gone out with the first car, and now, wait for Taylor to return." ”

The red-haired boy looked around, "What about my father?" ”

"He's gone on errands, and if he has something to say, go out and ask again." Sennar looked a little anxious, "It's only a matter of time before they find out that the guards fall asleep, and then they'll find out that the mage's guards are gone." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, an arrow shot into the sky with a sharp whistle in the distance.

"It's Taylor's alarm!" Sennar's face changed, "Oops!

Isaac's face changed color as well, and only Reed remained silent, as if nothing had anything to do with him.

"Let's go! the enemy will come in a moment, don't bother Uncle Hamar here!" Senal pulled an Isaac and handed him a short sword with a sheath. At this time, the originally silent castle was so noisy that even the huge bell on the tower rang.

"The prisoner has escaped!" shouted everywhere.

Sennar and Isaac crossed the window, and by this time the direction of the cell was already blazing with flames, and Sennar guessed that it was probably Taylor's fire to attract the attention of the enemy, and he secretly sweated in his heart. There were black-armored soldiers running around, and although these two were also wearing black armor, they no longer dared to swagger on the road.

Sennar dragged Isaac along the withered flowers and grass in the hallway for a while, when the red-haired boy suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" asked Senal.

Reed...... Didn't follow. Isaac suddenly remembered the silver-haired elf who had cared for him in prison.

"I can't do it so much!" said Sennar, whose heart moved, and he hurriedly lowered his friend's head.

The door of the small building a hundred paces away from them opened, and Rafal stepped out with a great axe, followed by Brundil, who had a bow on his back, and a large group of soldiers.

"You go to the city gate, and I'll go to the city!" the marshal hurriedly divided the work with the lieutenant general, and ordered in a loud voice to the group of soldiers behind him: "Light all the torches that can be lit!

Sennar was in a cold sweat, and the marshal with a great axe walked not far in front of them.

"What to do?" he looked at Isaac's face with a blank look of inquiry, but saw the same look.

Sennar gritted his teeth and whispered, "Let's go to the mage! there are few guards there, and there may be a chance to escape over the wall!"

Isaac nodded, and when the guards in the vicinity had gone, they followed the corridor to the corner of the small building, and if they went around the building for half a circle, there was another way to the sparsely populated building, and the road to the cell was already full of people.

The two of them cautiously walked around to the side of the small building. Coruna now showed half of her face under the sky, shining from the other side of the building, which was shrouded in a faint blue shadow.

How do you explain such a thing as fate? Who can imagine that the act of opening a window can affect a person's life? Sometimes the desire to breathe a breath of fresh air can kill a person.

As the two lads walked under the window on the side of the building, the window suddenly opened, revealing the face of a beautiful woman, dressed in her nightgowns, revealing half of her plump shoulders, and the other half of Rafal's marshal's suit. A beautiful blonde hair was not tied up and draped over the back shoulders.

Sennar was shocked, and his left hand touched the light slashing wheel on his back, and by this time, Isaac's hand had covered the woman's mouth.

It was Lenoa de Brey! The red-haired boy's name flashed through his mind, and at that time, the young lady's feet were so trampled that she could barely walk, but she only said with tears in her eyes: "Sir, I thought you were a good man, but you have made me miserable!"

"Silence! I don't want to kill you!" Isaac whispered.

"You're crazy! kill her!" Sennar had already snatched the heavy sword in his hand. Lenoa looked at the glittering weapon, and struggled desperately, because her body was grabbed by Isaac's other hand, but she couldn't break it, her mouth whined, and the big light green eyes were full of tears like that day, and she was about to burst into tears.

"Don't ...... Scared!" The red-haired boy's hands were busy, so he couldn't stop Sennar from coming, so his gentle tone unconsciously became rough in the middle of speaking, "Don't be silent, we just want to escape, understand?"

Lenoa watched Sennar's weapon approach, nodding desperately, though not swinging much.

Seeing that she had agreed, Isaac let go of the hand that had been covering her mouth and reached for Sennar's heavy sword.

"Don't kill her, she just wants to live. He told his friend, but Sennar ignored him and sped up. Isaac was in a hurry, and suddenly the sound of the harp that he had heard that day sounded in his ears again, faintly, as if it were floating down from the clouds.

He felt Sennar's movements slow down, and the heavy sword seemed to stab at Lenoa's throat with a thud. In the cool night breeze of autumn, even the flutter of Lynoa's golden hair was blurred.

At this moment, the red-haired boy saw that Lenoa's face first slowly relaxed, and then changed upward in fear. Fear can turn a beautiful maiden into the ugliest ugly monster in no time.

He saw the girl's plump breasts sunk inward, like all those who were about to cry out take a breath in advance.

The corners of her mouth tucked inward, and her upper lip was raised, revealing her beautiful white teeth.

That look is exactly the shape of the mouth that says the word "demon" in the lingua franca.

She didn't shout, a hand pinched her neck at an incredible speed, and the strength of that hand would be dumb even if it was a neck made of iron.

"Click. The girl heard the sound of her cervical vertebrae being pinched, and it was the last sound she heard. The tears that had been floating in her eyes for a long time finally rolled down and flowed on the hand that had killed her. Is it grievance, fear, or pain? I'm afraid no one will know.

Isaac stared in amazement at the head that hung limply in his hand, and the golden strands of hair fell and tickled the back of his hand, just as it had been when he danced that day—his first dance.

"Well done!" Senal patted him on the shoulder, "This slut's father was killed by Rafal, and she actually shamelessly degenerated into Rafal's plaything, just now, she still wanted to report it! What a shameless traitor!"

Isaac didn't speak, and Sennar's words, though only once, echoed in his ears along with Lynoa's words that day.

...... May I ask this gentleman, can you enjoy dancing with me?

...... Young sir, I thought you were a good man. But you have done me a mischief.

......

The red-haired boy froze, and he withdrew his hand in horror, and Lenoa's body fell to the ground like a sack of coal.

I only heard Sennar continue: "You were very neat just now! I'm afraid that if you catch me, I won't be able to hide...... Wood, what's wrong with you? Your ...... The face looks ...... Not so good......"

Isaac saw his violet eyes in the dressing mirror beside his bed, and his body began to spasm.

"I actually...... I don't want to kill her, I don't know how it could be so ...... Fast. He said hoarsely, as hoarsely as Sennar had been when he ignored him that day, "I...... I...... It's a monster, an evil, absurd, murderous demon ......"

"Leave him alone! you're my companion!" said Sennar, who had not dared to say that day, and his heart was so happy that he almost forgot that he was in danger.

Isaac took his hand, and the force was so great that it almost made Sennar cry out in pain.

"It's strange, I feel so uncomfortable that I can't shed tears. I...... I...... Already...... Have you become a monster with no humanity?"

There were tears in those violet eyes, and they looked even more and more bewitching.

"No!" Sennar reassured him, "quick, quick, we're leaving." ”

Isaac glanced at the corpse, then at his own shadow in the mirror, which looked like himself but not like himself.

"We ...... Go!" he turned to Sennar, and said that he suddenly had the courage to try to live and question his father.

The two took advantage of the darkness of the night to sneak their way to the isolated building, and the castle was relatively quiet, with only a few bands of soldiers with torches roaming around the perimeter.

Two nimble men hid in the grass, patiently waiting for a group of soldiers to leave. At this time, there was a commotion in the northwest corner, a black-armored soldier rushed over, and a group of people behind were shouting and chasing with torches, and some people were sparsely releasing arrows, but they were all deftly dodged by him. When they saw this, the black-armored soldiers who were wandering around here surrounded him, blocking the man's path.

Seeing that there was no way out, the man lifted his leg and stepped onto the fence, and before he could stand firm, an arrow was shot at his shoulder.

So the man fell and rolled on the ground. By the time he stood up, there was already a row of swords surrounding him.

Sennar's fists were clenched tightly, and his teeth left deep marks on his lips.

"This is Taylor the Shiner......" he whispered in Isaac's ear.

Maybe it's because he has killed many times, or maybe it's because the evil factor of the demon clan in the young man's bloodline has revived. Now he looks at this person who has never known him all his life, and who is surrounded by people who are surrounded in order to save him, is no longer enthusiastic. If it was as usual, he would have screamed and carried a short sword up to fight to the death.

Taylor seemed to know his end, so he sneered in his metallic voice, a soldier who looked like a captain, waved his hand, and several swords slashed at him in unison.

"Catch it alive!" the captain added, seeing the ferocity of his men's moves, and his men slowed down, and they paid the price for their hesitation.

Taylor took a wrong step, ducked the sword, and stabbed the sword in his hand with a smack, the sword looked similar to Sennar, but much slower.

Still, one of the soldiers screamed and stabbed in the chest. However, his colleague took the opportunity to slash Taylor in the shoulder.

The member of the Nighthawk Brotherhood let out a roar of pain and slashed another soldier with a single sword.

Isaac and Sennar in the grass looked at each other, both seeing humiliation and anger in the other's eyes. But their hands were tightly grasping each other, for fear that the other party would not be able to help jumping out.

The fight didn't last too long.

But before the Shining One could take his last breath, he killed four black-armored soldiers and slashed two.

"This guy is not bad! qualified to join our Blood Wolf Guard. The captain kicked Taylor's body and said to his subordinates, "Look around, there may be accomplices!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers agreed in unison and scattered to search around.

In the sky, the blue moon Coruna peered down on them silently with white clouds.