Black Scepter Chapter 18: The magician, Joan of Fortune
>"Shield, camouflage lighting."
Sunderland, who is from the academy, will never have one more word of nonsense. A team of more than a dozen people immediately took the swordman holding a shield outside and the mage holding a magic wand as the basic fighting stance. The front is completely covered, and at the same time, a faint bright spot appears twenty meters away from the left side of the team, and then slowly begins to bloom a few slightly hazy beams-that is the "camouflage lighting" used by the fire magic to cause visual errors To deal with the attackers in the dark in a dark environment, this dim and bright light can easily attract attackers who are far away and cannot see the real situation.
The squad with rich combat experience reacted extremely quickly. After the appearance of camouflage lighting, the magic wand lighting of the wizards disappeared collectively, and the entire team moved quickly in the other direction. The area was "cracked" and the sound of several arrows hitting the stone pillars sounded-and then the enemy's direction of attack began to move in the direction of camouflage lighting.
So Sunderland is pregnant.
As a large Archmage, he has absolutely more control over remote elements than all other wizards. Within five seconds, he can clearly identify the arrow and come back. His wand is only gently waving three times towards the distance, nearly 100 meters. Three screams sounded from the grandstand outside the arena!
Sunderland not only released three spells, in addition to the three "bonds of the earth" and three "red flames" that bloomed almost simultaneously, this glare in the darkness was enough to blind people temporarily. After a flash, the attackers could not open their eyes completely. Even Morpheus saw the figure with a bow and arrow covering his face even at such a long distance.
The battle takes less than a minute from the time the sword master is attacked to the end.
Don’t need to say any extra words, the attackers and the stopped arrow rain who have been fixed in the distance have shown that the team’s first victory in this dark space, the swordsmen immediately raised their shields to bypass the circle 'S arena ran towards the enemy, the magician's wand beam focused on all nearby places where the enemy might appear, Sphinx was gently released by Morpheus, and the silent kitten climbed up silently The eaves at the highest point of the arena narrowed their eyes and overlooked the entire arena.
"Elf?"
Ten fully armed teams of swordsmen are more than enough to control three sneak attackers who are injured by magic, but when these three graceful figures are reflected in the field of vision of Morpheus, he is stunned for a while-how can there be such a place Elves?
Under the white light of the magic wand, three female elves in humble leather armor were twisted with their hands twisted, and their mouths were filled with pieces of cloth removed from their clothes. This group is very similar to Irindal. The elf appeared in front of Morpheus in this way, but unlike Ilindal's pale cheeks, their skin was slightly purplish, and their eyes reflected the silver light.
The eyes of the three people are full of hatred and fear. The eyes of Morpheus seem to be like the enemies who don’t share the sky, and after Sunderland nodded to signal the safety around him, Morpheus reached out and ripped off the cloth in one of them. Article, before I had time to say anything, I saw this elf-faced elf beauty shouting when she opened her throat--
"Boo!"
The high-ranking great swordsman next to her didn’t give her a chance at all. She punched her abdomen with a punch, and the sound of her mouth was too dull in her throat before she could scream her mouth. Shrimp.
"I don’t want to cause any trouble, if you don’t understand what I said, just give it a try."
Morpheus said in Verding, but the elf didn’t seem to understand what he was saying. He raised his head and shouted again, so she was greeted with a relentless fist.
"Poof!"
The gaspless elf spit out a spit mixed with blood and opened his mouth weakly, but Morpheus found that she could not understand the language she spoke.
"It is the ancient Sicilian language," Sunderland, who studied countless ancient Sicca documents, is purely master of the language of this ancient empire, but he frowned and translated the words spoken by the elf, "She said' The Anubrec family vowed not to die'."
"Find a place to speak, I need to figure out something."
Morpheus looked at the three perhaps the legendary "night elves" attackers, turned their heads and pointed to the "restroom" of the arena, reached out and put the rag in the hand back into the elf's mouth in front of him. Looking coldly outside the arena, "I arranged a guard. If there is any movement, I am ready to fight at any time."
No matter how big the secret, no matter how big the unknown area, there is always a breakthrough.
Outside the dark arena, Sphinx stood quietly on the wide roof. As a kitten, he gently raised his head and looked into the distance in the darkness.
There, a black shadow lightly fell on the distant roof
Byzantine, Constantinople.
Since Edward III ordered the part of "Eagle Eye" to be donated to the exotic "heresy" of Morpheus, all the nobles who had been gloating over the Windsor family had been silent for a long time.
And the "Templar Knights" Cold Blade Vanguard Flagship given by His Royal Highness is even more unrecognizable. What does the kid who hasn't appeared in Constantinople for a long time deserve to be so valued.
Are the nobles of Constantinople lack genius?
The answer is naturally no. It’s not just Lilith who is serving in the borders as a noble child. At this moment, at a celebration feast held by Constantinople, more than double-digit young nobles are wearing Edward III in person Various medals were awarded, holding wine glasses in hand and the officials in the house exchanged thrilling battle experience on the front line.
The words “front-side gold-plated” may be the ideas of most people, but few nobles who have really been on the battlefield have a comfortable life-they can rush into the battlefield and participate in the first three batches. The nobles appointed by Prince Kinus in large-scale military battles are all outstanding martial arts leaders. The most prominent of these are the three young men who wear the "Golden Leaf Medal" on their chests.
The former Morpheus roommate, Hiddink Charles, Sara Justinian who duel with him when Morpheus disappeared inexplicably in Constantinople, and the other is the owner of the Constantinople northwest Thayer territory-son of the Marquis of Karen Deco.
Speaking of participating in this military war, the Thayer’s territory was not far from the front line, and was considered a great bargain by the Marquis of Karen. As the largest hub for logistics transportation, he did not need to say how much he earned from it. A marquise who can earn money and speculate has a military-like son. Deco is definitely a unique geek among the nobles who advanced the entire Byzantine young echelon.
Hiddink, with one link after another strategy and unexpected strategy, personally led a pure aristocratic cavalry team to sneak attack and destroy the two logistics hubs of Fording and Kaslandi. The honor guard of his own family established a huge advantage for the Imperial team on the battlefield flank, while Deco, as a least ordinary ordinary cavalry, was born in a frontal encounter where the Byzantine army encountered the most resistance. The captain of the Caslandi cavalry, known as the first in the cavalry's fighting ability, was slashed under the horse!
If the establishment of idol heroes must be accompanied by the fall of an enemy who has been established as a "strong" image, then Deco definitely meets this requirement.
It just seems that at the age of 23, his ambition will never be much worse than the arrogant Sarah, just like wearing the "Golden Leaf Medal" that only the Emperor team can have in this battle. These are just what he deserves in his eyes, and they are definitely not worth showing off.
As a believer in power, he had a great conversation with Sarah, another winner of the medal. The two young men were similar in strength and were about the same age. The most important thing was that they had a high degree of consensus on an opinion— -Therefore, when these two young leaders face Hiddink, the kind of disdain that looks like a thief always inadvertently reveals their deep hidden arrogance.
"Riding on horseback, the view will be much wider than usual?"
The meeting of the three people was full of gunpowder, and Sarah didn’t even lift her eyes, but the words pointed directly at the fact that Hiddink was not tall, even though the pale cheeks and the seemingly thin Hiddink were actually fighting After tempering, he reached the rank of a low-level knight, but he also suffers from white eyes.
Also, Sarah has been promoted to the rank of Grand Knight, and Deco has the same terrifying rank. The few ghosts in this large nobility are no match for ordinary noble children. No wonder they will look down on their strength. Hiddink, who is a few lower grades, can get the same medal as him.
Hidink, who was always somber, shrugged slightly and didn’t respond-he wasn’t a warrior. He did all the battles on the front line with his own mind and made the most detailed plan with his fat buddy Boozer. The noble children who got together with the big man Ke Wen and a group of people achieved dazzling combat achievements in a haunted combat mode. On the strength of the individual, his cavalry team is far less than the group of cold-blooded knights of the Byzantine front-line sharp knife camp.
However, in terms of execution efficiency, I am afraid that there are not a few flags comparable.
The medal on his chest was given to him by Edward III. Hiddink’s father was useless to refute, and now it’s inevitable to provoke trouble-but this military theorist can be more calm than anyone else. , But does not mean that he has no bottom line.
"Why, why didn’t your cavalry show up here? Can’t you get the countertop?"
"They are not my cavalry, but knights of the empire."
Hiddink will leave when he turns around. He has never been interested in wasting time on wasteful saliva battles, but just about to leave, he heard a word from behind him--
"I heard that you are close to that heretic? Why didn't the guy who was afraid of death die, but he didn't even have the guts to return to China?"
Sarah, who had a fight with Morpheus and had an "undivided victory", sneered. "Sure enough, it's a mess. His imperial affairs will be revealed by the imperial affairs department. Believe that he can level the heresy court?"
Have to say that stealing concepts in aristocratic languages is a very easy first-hand skill.
Hiddink slowed down, turned his head back and said, "Everyone’s efforts have different ways of rewarding. You prove yourself with your own rifle. I will not deny anything, but you are involved in Morpheus, what is your intention? ?"
“I’m just warning you, don’t think that your majesty will really favor a treason who has a heretic hat. The Windsor family’s demise is sooner or later. I’m happy to watch all the guys who are close to him. One by one."
Deco answered with a deep voice, holding these shoulders, these guys are not simple-minded people. As the upstart standing with Sarah, he said this sentence, not only in demonstrations but also to declare opposition to Windsor —— There are definitely many people who can hear the dialogue between the two in the whole venue. The upper station team is a technical job, so quiet and extremely confident that the Windsor family is in a bad situation, and the effect is not only on the surface. simple.
Hidink, who has a good political mind, narrowed his eyes, and turned away without any nonsense. What kind of chess game is hidden behind these conversations. The upper nobles at this time have not yet seen clearly, but next The imminent changes are unexpected.
Just three days later, the nobles who withdrew from the front had not yet had time to hold a few banquets, and they suddenly received news of the start of a new round of conscription in the empire, and this time the goal was not Nale, where Prince Hades was in the north. But it was Fording who faced Duke Seomyeon Windsor to the west!
More young nobles are about to rush to the battlefield, and the continuous battle victory has made the upper class nobles of the empire eager to try, but the family owners, including the Charles family where Hiddink is located, are closer to the Windsor family. Wrinkled, unsure of His Majesty's true intentions.
Will the Windsor family really be suppressed by the imperial family and eventually die?
Does the son of the duke with treason, heresy and blasphemy really bring inevitable disaster to his family?
The Parish of Prague, at the foot of Mount Pierce.
Jeand, who has come to the outskirts of Prague, is used to life here.
The hardship and poverty are very different from the quiet and peaceful Constantinople. The temperature here is cold. In the first winter, Joan of Arc and even the night are often awakened, but in summer, you still need to wear long clothes-the nearest monastery is the closest The water source has a distance of more than five kilometers. Every day, the monks manually bring back water from a distance. If the water falls in the two buckets and unfortunately falls down halfway, it means that you need to return to the original way to re-fetch water.
Because everyone in the entire monastery only needs so much water every day.
It’s a monastery. In fact, there are fewer than ten people in total. This church, which was “cold” by the parish priest a long time ago, was almost deserted before the arrival of Bishop Castro and accompanying seminary students. There was only one beggar The old man cleans the guards every day.
The suburbs of Prague are vast and rich. It’s not that they can’t get enough churches or monasteries to satisfy the Cardinal sent by the Constantinople parish priest. It’s just that after the team walked through this ruined church, a bishop in red clothes Decided to lead the young shepherds behind him to stop their pace here.
In the words of the bishop, they "should be calm and listen to the voice of God."
In a year's time, Jeanne had grown taller and had a lot of thin cheeks. In this monastery with insufficient food supply, the consequence of long-term residence is that all the shepherds from Constantinople collectively lost two circles.
Of course, the Cardinal Castro, who was already very skinny, was always indifferent from beginning to end.
In a high position, just like this group of young people, they carried buckets on time, walked ten miles, and put two buckets of water, no more, no more.
Silentness is the biggest feature of everyone here. There are no more than three daily gossips. In addition to reading scriptures, you are studying theological works. Only on Sundays all young shepherds will gather in the auditorium, in Kas Troy arranged the theological debate.
It’s not as much as hard work, but you get spiritual tranquility and sublimation in the real ideological realm. The so-called flashy world seems to be lightly blocked by the old monastery here.
On the occasion of the handover between spring and summer one year later, and when Jeanne was fifteen, Bishop Castro began to teach these students the most basic magic. Unlike elemental magic, the release of the magician does not rely on the "crystal silk" energy body that exists in the mind, but is a more abstract concept.
"Piety", when this term is used to describe the magician, it must be followed by a "degree" to understand, the higher the degree of piety, the greater the power and number of divine powers can be released, the higher the level high.
This kind of thing is too illusory, and it is not necessarily effective after a long training like the elemental mage. Perhaps for some reason, a low-level magician may soar in piety overnight and jump directly. At several levels, some magicians practiced all their lives, but they didn't get much progress.
And all this has to do with "heart".
The heart of a magician is the same important part as the brain of a magician, and it is the hub of the release of the magic—the source of piety is the source of praying for the power of the deity. This is the magician, a mainland civilian I like to call the magician called "priest~IndoMTL.com~" In fact, the "sorcerer" and "priest" that Jeanne will soon become are essentially different.
The basic magical techniques included in the magic arts, such as removing diseases, healing wounds, revitalizing life, etc., but cannot achieve the exaggerated effects of civilians such as "recovering from death" and "instant healing". In the final analysis, the source of the magical art The deity above the head depends entirely on his perception and "fate", and the roots of most of the priest's skills are a bit weird to say-it was originally born from the "natural cure" of the "voodoo" shaman.
But no pastor will admit this, just as many theologians do not admit that their piety cannot survive for decades.
But Cardinal Castro, who has a deeper understanding of piety than ordinary people, prays softly, because he finds that Jeanne, hailed as a "darling" by St. Pamel Theological Seminary, is by no means a mere nickname-ordinary priesthood After awakening the pious power through the "seed of light" ritual, the body will have a certain vision to prove the awakening of the professional power source of "the magician", or the eyes have a pale golden light, or the sacredness appears at the feet The pattern, and all the great magicians who have achieved success in history, the visions displayed are shocking.
Jean, who bowed her face reverently and accepted the "awakening" in front of Bishop Castro, would not know what kind of golden phantom appeared above the sky behind her.