Frodo's offensive and defensive battle lasted five days, and on the day the city was broken, blood flowed like a river.

According to the Bright Holy See, Snowdon's southern expedition carried out a brutal massacre of the entire city's soldiers and civilians. Archbishop Inedir declared King Nacini the "Enemy of Light" and called on the "Holy Alliance" to rise up in revolt to defend the glory of the Lord of Light.

This article has aroused great repercussions within the southern countries. Especially when it was learned that there was not a single survivor left in the military and civilians of Frodo, public opinion was turbulent, and it reached a new climax.

For a time, the idea of sending troops against Snowton regained the upper hand. Sethian, who had been on the sidelines, had to symbolically mobilize troops to move closer to the western border. On the contrary, the Buyada Empire, although it has been criticized, is still unmoved, they seem to have completely forgotten about it, and they are also a member of the "Holy Alliance", but they continue to strengthen the defense line, and sit back and watch the situation in Ian continue to deteriorate.

Snowton, on the other hand, certainly didn't want to bear the stigma. But it is a fact that Frodo is broken, and it is also a fact that there are no survivors, and in this case, no matter how hard they try to defend themselves, it will be of no avail. What's more, the truth of the truth is so bizarre, who would believe that all the soldiers and civilians in the city have become fanatics?

In the military power of the Church of Light, there are indeed "fanatical believers". They are said to be brave and fearless, and are able to exert the same fighting power as the mad barbarians while maintaining some of their sanity. It is precisely because their desire to destroy is so strong that it is difficult to form a formation. It is only in rare cases that it is used as a secret weapon and thrown into the battlefield of great proportions.

Therefore, the crazy inhabitants of Frodo are not "fanatics" in the true sense of the word. They were simply immersed in the illusion woven by Inedil, acting on instinct.

The name of this dream. It's called "Scarlet Faith." For the past hundreds of years, most of the power of faith has been dissipated by the wind as the god of light has fallen into a deep sleep and has nowhere to go. However, in a county town like Frodo, a large number of believers gathered, and a small part of the power of faith. It was then deposited in the magic array on the city wall. This is also the source of Innedir's power when he casts his magic.

Those beliefs rooted here will eventually be buried here, and those devout believers will die in the best yearning. They are waiting, waiting for the messenger of God to take their spirits to heaven.

Unfortunately, it backfired.

On the night of August 2, Snowton's southern expeditionary forces closed the gates of Frodo. Shut up the madmen in the city. Early the next morning, the spies sent out found that all the residents of the city had died with overdrawn vitality, and none of them survived.

In order to avoid an outbreak of the plague, King Nacini ordered the city to be set on fire, and then led his army and left the place in a hurry. Presumably. He didn't want to stay in this place full of corpse stench.

In the blink of an eye. The prosperous scene turned into ruins.

In the middle of the night of August 3, at the head of Frodo, a cloud of black smoke twisted for a moment, and the figure of the evil god "Death Knell" gradually appeared.

He still looked like a tall and thin old man. Carrying an antique lamp and wearing a cloak. In the light of the fire, the "death knell" patrols the city, and even though he can't see his face clearly under the hood, he can feel his extreme pleasure.

"Hmm. Death, wonderful breath ......" he muttered to himself as he stopped in the tower. If there is a linguist around, you will find that he is actually using the aria of the riverside poetry school.

After a moment of silence, the "death knell" was thrown casually, and the old lantern floated into the city. Wherever it passed, it could clearly see gray-white spirits, struggling to escape, but they were all sucked into the lamp without exception.

Or rather, in the "Land of Dead Souls".

"You're here......" At this moment, beside the old man, a pale shadow appeared out of thin air.

"Pale, you're doing a good job," the evil god "Deathknell" said, praising his companion, "I haven't had a chance to get hundreds of thousands of souls at once since Elendil. ”

"'Death knell', I hope, you don't forget your own promises. The Pale Lord reminded.

"Of course," the old man bowed his head slightly, and said slowly, "After capturing the evil spirit, you will take 'fraud' and I will take 'evil', this matter has already been decided, and I will not break my word." ”

"Well, I'll continue to cooperate with you. The Pale Lord also nodded, after getting the "fraud", he would be able to complete his "deception" function, and with the original "hypocrisy", it would definitely be a qualitative improvement.

"By the way, where is the shadow hiding now?" asked the old man casually in a casual tone.

"The Mountains of Aygons," replied the Pale Lord after a moment's thought, "if you want to deal with him, I'll be glad to see it, but I won't help it...... At this time, my ontology cannot leave Ranken. ”

"He's not easy to deal with," Deathstroke shook his head and denied, "Shadow, probably the most elusive of us." ”

"Don't forget, his office is 'dark' and 'mean'. The Pale Lord snorted disdainfully. In his eyes on superficial work, pure darkness is simply a desecration of these precious toys.

"Also, you two have never gotten along. The old man chuckled under his breath.

"The next city, most likely Xilin County, is waiting for my news. The Pale Lord said one last word, and the projection thudnd.

The foothills of the Ayguns.

The most luxurious mansion in the town belongs to Silves, and the most luxurious courtyard in the mansion belongs to Anaryst.

Silves's affection for her is well known. But no one knows, from beginning to end, Silves has never touched this former Grand Judge.

The relationship between the two is not even as close as when they took refuge under the White Tower. Ever since he was possessed by the Lord of Shadows, Silves has been deliberately avoiding Anarysta. Because he knows that he has changed, and since he has fallen like this, why should he drag the one he loves into the abyss of darkness?

"What are you afraid of, go in. The urging of the Lord of Shadows rang out again. Silves, standing outside Anarista's door. But this was not his intention, but the forcible control of the Lord of Shadows.

But once again, with his strong willpower, Silves withdrew the arm that pushed the door inch by inch. It's difficult, but from the city of Tierapest, to the mountains of Ayguns, he has succeeded countless times.

The night breeze was cool, and to the curses of the Lord of Shadows, "Coward", Silves turned away.

Anarysta in her pajamas stood in front of the window, watching him unfold his cloak and leap up the high wall, like a lonely man in the wilderness, and fly away.

... (To be continued......)

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