Why is the kiss of tranquility by the river in that village, and who in that village would be so interested in nourishing lavender with magic?"

Under the moonlight, Glori walked alone. Although he said so, his heart was not thinking about it. He carried the replica of the Sword of God on his back, facing the City of Miracles in the distance on the opposite bank on the west side, and in his heart appeared the Divine Knight Law Mayne.

A gust of wind blew, and Glori heard epic music coming from the City of Miracles. He knew it must have been Mr. Mayne resting in the Lord's Hall. However, the music reminded Glori of the past, and he missed Yvette. He followed the traces of Yvette's people who had rescued him, and wanted to go to the west bank of the river.

At this point, Glori found that his heart began to fall again. He loved Yvette, but his heart went with her.

Grori, distressed by the thought of Yvette, finally stopped at the bend in the river. He did not cross the river, not because he was afraid that it would be icy and deep, but because he was afraid of being swallowed up by his thoughts—painful thoughts, a bottomless cliff. The unbearable distress made him cry. He faced the river bank to the west, breathing heavily, his hands clenched.

The night was cool, but the moonlight was still bright. Glori remembered the great sand and rocks that had stopped him, and the thrust of the rushing river brought him to the shore, where he met Yvette. He gazed at the sand and stone, thanking it for making for a beautiful relationship.

"Yvette, I've never stopped, I've always been moving forward. Although sometimes, I will pause, I will be confused, and I will be painful because of sadness, but I have never forgotten my faith, let alone the promise I made with you! A bright future awaits us. Yes, waiting for us...... It's just that there is no longer you. Glori drew his sword, intending to show Yvette his thoughts with a blow of dragon flame.

Just then, the intruding hot wind caused Glori to lower his raised sword.

"Look, a swordsman weeping by the river, the minstrel loved this kind of story the most. Martin said to Guy.

"No, this is a swordsman. O Martin, Martin, he is a knight of the Knights of Merit. Guy said. He had always disliked the tone, except at this time. A man who stood in the way of Master Silver's plan was enough to cause Guy's disgust.

"Martin Guy?" Glori turned, his face cold. He had never known that Darkfire was pouring darkness into his heart behind his back, and this was another way for Darkfire to control Glori, and from Glori to the village, it began.

Glori stood on the edge of the dark abyss, but his feet were firm. How to make Glori obedient? Darkfire thought for a long time, every day and every night, and never stopped, because Darkfire itself did not need rest. Faced with Glori's strong will, Darkfire has no choice but to make a sinister move, just like in the village, using insidious means to force Glori to fight, so that Glori is in an incalculable dangerous situation, but will not let Glori be unable to stand up because of that. How to torture Glorry, Darkfire racks his brains.

Darkfire felt the magic of Martin and Guy like a cool breeze breaking into the hot summer, and he was very happy. A new insidious means hatches in the flames of darkness.

Martin took a hard puff of his pipe, trying to find as much beauty as possible surrounded by smoke. But the strength of this bite was too great for him to press the magic power. "Yes, a down-and-out knight. Lo and behold, he made me unable to feel the floating sensation of the smoke, and I already wanted to swing my sword at him. Guy? You have to be honest. You'd better not interfere while I'm in the middle of my energy. This time, my hands and sword were shaking with excitement. He said.

"Boy, catch the sword!" Martin threw away his pipe, determined to knock Glori down.

"Martin, your obsession will kill you. I'll even have to clean up the mess for your weird temper, and you'll have to remember what you owe me. Guy waved his hand, pulled out a hole, and entered it. He was going to go for a drink first and then see the results.

"Guy, you damned Old Kingdom court mage, I've bought you the tavern bill!" Martin shouted. He drew back the sword that was blocked by Glori, and stabbed to the left. "Hey, you know Guy this guy is annoying? he always thought he was the red man in front of Silver, he always thought it was our captain and put on a serious face. He added.

"Are you here to fight, or are you here to talk?" Glori sneered. He even visibly raised the corners of his mouth, but he didn't know it. And what he said was even more embarrassing.

"You make me shiver, it's like seeing a guy that scares me—the Bishop of the Church of Runecraft, a guy who is kind and wanton by day and bad by night. He counted all his sins on my head!" said Martin with bitter hatred.

"Then you can bring him down!" Glori said in an extreme tone. The magic in his hand was arrogant, and it covered the long sword in an instant. Holding the sword in both hands, it was when the killer was painful, and he fell into the calculation of the dark fire because of the pain.

Darkfire found this useful, and secretly refreshed. He discovers something terrible, and that is Glori's weakness—that he is vulnerable because of his feelings. He was going to take advantage of that and let all the grief in Glori's heart well.

"Do you know why Yvette died in the Sea of Wind Scars?" Darkfire taunted Glori.

Glori frowned and said, "That's because of me!"

"No, it's not because of you, it's because of the rules of this world, the law of the jungle. You are too weak to bury your lover," said Darkfire, "and if you listen to me, I will let you cut off everything that stands in your way." Silver is nothing but a treacherous villain. Al Qeda, a simple madman like his brother. They can all fall at your feet, as long as you let go of the dark fire in your hands. ”

Glori seemed to see the desire in his heart, and those hatreds and pains were solidifying, gradually forming a pitch black mass. And the blue magic in his hand was infected by darkness, and he found out.

"Martin!" Glori yelled. He pushed his sword so hard that Martin fell.

Martin was stunned for a moment, then stood up. "Blessed by the dragon god, my old waist almost broke! How did you do it? Just now? I felt like I was pushed by the palm of a giant's hand, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stand. ”

"I can't control my anger, you'd better get out! It's not a real showdown, and it's not fair! You're going to be killed by me......" Glori warned.

Glori couldn't control the sadness in his heart, because the wind was so cold that it made him shiver inside. Only anger...... Only by wielding the sword can the resentment and grief in the heart be swayed.

Every sword of Glori is fierce. Swinging the sword and stepping at the same time, there was no accurate judgment, but the swordsmanship was sharp, making Martin retreat step by step. Martin lost even the chance to use his magic.

Martin had to jump onto the rocks in the river and head straight for the west bank. Because of the urgency of Glori's steps, he thought of the people of the Church of Rune, the inhuman believers, who locked him up in the cellar and tied him to the statue of the God of Light and beat him until he had to take all the blame.

And what about Glori? He saw visions from his moist eyes, as if he saw Kaida swing his sword in front of his eyes, and the Stormhound pounced on Yvette, slicing a bloody blade. He had to move forward. He pierced the leaping carp with a sword, for he thought it was the Wind Demon Dog. Then, he tried to keep his eyes open and follow the trail of Al Qaeda, whom he thought Martin was Al Qaeda.

The flames roared, and it turned out to be the place where Glori had been dragged onto the cart by Yvette's people. Gloria paused, dissipating the flames. Subsequently, his sword was engulfed in black flames.

"Wait! What's the matter with you? As you said, it's not a duel at all, because you're not yourself at all!" Martin stumbled as he stepped over the sand. He fell down at once, forcibly supported by his sword, and rolled into the river.

Glori stepped forward, glancing at Martin with cold eyes, then raised his sword. The black flames burst through the air, and the same place where Glori had washed ashore.

The city of miracles that once burned appeared in Glori's eyes, and those shouts gave Glori a headache. The black flame was extinguished the moment it fell into the water.

"I see that the clouds have slowly cleared, but where is the sun that warms my face?" said Glori. He couldn't kill Martin because he wasn't the executioner, and he had told himself more than once that Yvette didn't want to see such a thing.

Martin let out a long breath and peeked out of the river. However, sweat had already covered his forehead. When the water droplets into his mouth, he couldn't tell whether it was sweat or river water. "The hatred and coldness in your eyes, I'm afraid you don't even know it. It's terrible, I don't want to fight you anymore, because your heart is colder than mine now, and a cold-hearted swordsman is no longer the opponent I want to defeat, and you have fallen. He withdrew the sword that had almost plunged into Glori's heart.

At the same time, the flame of darkness attached to Glori's breastplate dissipated. And Martin is gone.

Glori cried, "Yvette, are you okay in the Land of Flowers? I almost became the kind of person you spurned, you must be disappointed, right?"

"Can you forgive me and let me try again?" asked Yvette. He looked at the reflection in the river, but there was no shadow of Yvette. "Why did fate deceive me so much? it all happened so suddenly......" he tried to get to his feet.

Glori saw himself being dragged onto the cart and saw Yvette's cheek. She walked beside Gale and smiled at Glori on the riverbank.

Blue flames began to swell, enveloping Glori. Glori stood still, the epic music making him dizzy, and the icy water beating his nerves to the accompaniment of the river. He didn't know if Yvette had driven away the anger and darkness for him, or if the only light left in his heart was supporting him. He was already confused, so he had to wash his face and sober himself up.

"If you provoke me with this kind of thing, you'll be disappointed at once! I won't let it happen again, because Yvette is watching!" Glori warned Darkfire.

"It's still a long time, and the winner hasn't appeared yet?" said Darkfire smirked.

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