The Amber Sword: Act Twelve Lord Thane

"You are Disciples of the Black Flames," but Scippamira smiled slightly: "Do you know the origin of Disciples of the Black Flames?"

youngster froze.

Pandora's box is opened, war and plague, monster and disaster come one after another, so is the era of the so-called civilization disaster.

It was the most glorious era of Holy Cathedral of Earth. Gaia's daughters and Miirna guarded this civilized and orderly world. In that era, Scippamira knew that there was such a group of people who lost household and their loved ones because of the invasion of monster, vowed revenge, took the black flame as the mark, and opposed monster for life.

They are known as the three swords of civilization together with Holy Cathedral and legion.

But time flies, swords are rotten.

She winked at the big man, who immediately rushed to pull up the thick eyebrow girl and ran away, and the crowd finally began to turn around. The youngster of the black robe stayed for a long while before hesitated to follow.

After thinking about it for a while, he tore off the brooch representing the Secret from one's own robe and threw it into the rubble aside.

Behind the crowd, dozens of tentacles finally overtook Scippamira and pressed her together.

"Priest Young Lady!" the girl with thick eyebrow couldn't help but exclaimed.

Scippamira disappeared.

Fredric's tentacles surround Priest Young Lady in the center. They are intertwined with thousands of faces on them. These faces change their expressions and whisper, such as whispers in their ears, whispers, shrill cry Endlessly.

Scippamira felt a voice squeeze into one's own's mind. That sound was like hundreds of people's voices superimposed together. They repeated different tones and different contents, buzzing and noisy, but they made people understand the content.

"They betrayed you."

"Holy Cathedral of Earth already is no longer existence."

"I recognize you. little girl."

"You are Priest of Holy Cathedral of Earth."

"You do not belong to this era ..."

Scippamira pursed her lips and frowned at this big guy. She was still a little scared in her heart, but she was a shepherd girl of Schimilud. She represented the goddess on the earth. She had to wait for the sheep and stand it's here.

She gently breathed in. The breast was undulating. "I know you too. Friedrich, your rhetoric won't confuse me." She said loudly.

A low laugh burst into her head.

"Hehehehe."

"But I found something interesting from the thinking of these people ..."

"Do you want to see it?"

"Poor, the once brilliant Holy Cathedral is now a vassal of the barbarians."

"Do you know how Holy Cathedral of Earth perished?"

The noisy voices are upside-down and annoying. Thousands of tones overlap, just like there are hundreds of people chattering in your head.

"Those ordinary people don't understand ..."

"How proud you are."

"They only know Flying Dogs."

"They killed your companions and betrayed your faith ..."

"You are incompatible with this world."

Scippamira is silent.

The last sentence struck her heart. The girl's eyes were glittering, her mouth opened slightly, but her heart was full of softness. She knew in her heart that she really did not fit into this world.

This is not her time.

Schimilud is the king of high mountain. Her arrogance allowed her to carve the throne to the summit of the mountains, which is under the chilling wind all year round.

Her Priest is also proud. Each shepherd girl is the most outstanding and beautiful girl of her age. Their spirit / mind is pure and flawless. Will is extremely firm and extremely respected.

This arrogance is born, as if naturally overriding mortals, they guard mortals, just like the sheep of the watch goddess.

Because the lambs are weak, they need their protection.

They are strong, so they can show mercy.

But that era is finally over

From the moment she was called to this world. Understand such a truth.

This is a Age of Mortals. Scippamira silently put away the pride in her heart. She is a smart girl who knows how to protect herself. She has learned to smile politely, as if she is gentle and approachable, like a girl next door.

She watched the world without saying a word, because she understood that she was out of step with this world, and only evaluated in her heart the backward production technology, old equipment, weak strength, and unrelenting battle Will. This is Age of Mortals.

Maybe it's kind, but it's too weak, if the goddess is still there, it will be another look.

How should such a world fight Twilight?

She felt a little weird. She didn't understand why Mother Marsha and God races had to arrange it this way, but on the one hand, she did not dare to consult the history books about the past.

She understands that she is afraid.

Because pride cannot tolerate mistakes.

"They can't even learn to be in awe."

"They only have cheap gratitude ..."

"But it will soon disappear and you will be completely forgotten."

"Only worship and awe can last long."

"Go kill them ..."

Fredric's voice was tempting.

However, the ruby ​​on the last finger of the sheep automatically lights up. Knight's fearlessness comes from the fearless spirit. It eliminates all fear and confusion, immune to all interference from the spirit and Will, and shields spirit / mind. Clear thinking.

Scippamira came to his senses, his confusion disappeared, his eyes seemed firmer.

"Pride will eventually be destroyed. Nothing lasts forever. The glory of Holy Cathedral of Earth is only the historical First Circle. Its survival is only a moment to the world itself." She replied.

"Hehehehe."

"Listen to this arrogant tone ..."

"Look at this lord Priest ..."

"Review the course of history with the eyes of mortals."

"How arrogant. It looks like you still have a place in your heart."

Fredric's voice retorted sharply and carefully, like the harsh noise of a file.

Scippamira looked up at these intertwined tentacles and replied loudly: "Fredrich, you can't confuse me, my character is not my weakness. I never feel ashamed of it because of the pride in my heart Not a blind source "

"Because I've seen so many people better than me, Friedrich, even in this era."

Fredric was silent, and then he spoke dumbly:

"Oh?"

"Someone can ask a Schimilud Priest to say such things."

"How confusing."

"You are lying, little girl."

"Disappointing, abomination. The age of the ancestors is over. A disgusting world is left."

Scippamira smiled, and she said admiringly: "That's because you haven't met him. He can fight against an empire for a promise. He is not strong, but heroic and Will is firm, humble and clean." There is no nobles bad habits, neither frivolous nor arrogant. The ideals and beliefs carried on him are so pure, as if from the various ancient Xian Xian, it is no exaggeration to say that I am full of respect for adults "

Fredric's voice buzzed back, finally turning into one: "The reverence of a Schimilud Priest is confusing ..."

"Let me see the little thoughts in your heart."

"The seeds of deception will sprout in your mouth."

"You can't fool yourself, little girl ..."

"Tell me, who is that?"

Scippamira answered with a smile: "My Lord Thane."

"A mortal?" The voice was full of disdain.

The former gently called one breath and looked at these horrible tentacles in front of him with a strange look: "This is Age of Mortals. Frederick."

"so what?" Friedrich replied with a strong disdain: "You expect a mortal to come to your rescue?"

"Lord Thane will not come to save me," Scippamira replied, "He is here to kill you."

Fredric uttered a deafening laugh, and even more than a dozen tentacles trembled, as if he heard the funniest joke in the world.

A mortal, kill him?

Brando heavily sneezed, and he could not help frowning in doubt, since entering Gold rank. It is impossible to get him by any natural disease. He got Constitution hundreds of times that of ordinary people, saying that he was degraded like a cow.

Someone around here is spreading an unnatural plague?

He knows that Andersia and Mayad are in the city. Although the latter already is dead, who knows that there are still a few Chief Shepherd here. Tree Shepherds is the favorite thing to play with these dirty things.

Scippamira Since contacting him for the last time, spirit / mind could not be contacted anymore, but he felt the attenuation of one's own Elemental Pool and realized that the opponent might be caught in a fight.

Who knows if the other party is Tree Shepherds?

Or most probably Tree Shepherds.

His eyes swept past the burning street. At this time, the Nancheng District should be almost burned. The two rows of houses had only some embers left. The unburned masonry still maintained the original structure. However, it is hard to say how long they can stand after the support of the wooden structure.

He soon saw a group of refugees

Pedestrians go slower and slower.

The girl of Coarse eyebrow stopped first, and the others stopped as if they were infected.

Everyone didn't talk. I want to say that the best result of Correct is now. Fortunately, for the rest of the life after the robbery, only two or three people were lost. The front is Holy Cathedral. Once you get there, you are safe.

But they didn't have a little bit of congratulation in their hearts. It was so boring and depressing that no one knew how to speak.

In normal times, when life is threatened, most people here probably want everyone to stay behind, as long as they escape the day they were born.

But at this time, they felt that their feet were filled with lead and they couldn't move one by one.

The little boy didn't understand the silence of adults. He just kept asking Priest sister? Several times I wanted to turn around and look back, but was dragged by a big man.

The big man did not say a word, he is a Knight, but he took off his helmet and threw it away from a distance.

The girl with a thick eyebrow is holding his hand, her heart is heavy, but she can't help blame anyone, because what use are they left behind?

"Master Priest will not die," she murmured, "she said, Lord Thane will come to her rescue, she said so surely."

"Lord Thane?"

"How can a Priest have Thane?" someone asked.

Everyone quickly thought of why. "My lord is lying to us. She is worried that we won't leave." As soon as this statement was made, everyone was silent.

The real cold-blooded people in this world are always a minority. Although some are selfish, they are nothing more than an instinct for survival.

The crowd at the scene only felt their throats tight, and there seemed to be something dry in their eyes. Some people blinked desperately.

youngster in black robe silently followed everyone.

But for a moment, he felt like he saw something, and when he looked back, he saw nothing in the street. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had been thinking too much lately so that he had hallucinations, but he was always in a mess. He didn't know if he wanted to go to the next place after leaving the secret meeting or was thinking The last sentence of the adult Priest.

Do you know the origin of Disciples of the Black Flames?

What is the origin of Disciples of the Black Flames? Of course, he knows that Bishops have used this as the glorious history of the secret meeting and repeatedly publicized it. But there are not many believers in the lower ranks. Many people participate in secret organizations with various purposes. Most of them are just seeking asylum. He is also one of Correct.

Too much listening, and perhaps acquiesced in the one's own status, but subconsciously, I still don't believe that Disciples of the Black Flames had such a glorious history.

"Are we really fighting to clear this world?" Asked himself, youngster felt that there was no answer to this question, but he could feel it. Priest Young Lady saw his eyes without any discrimination.

It's not as disgusting as those nobles.

He thought about these things thoughtlessly, and turned around again, but suddenly found that the everyone present was silently retreat a step.

So much so that he suddenly stood in the middle of the crowd.

"What's going on?" youngster was startled.

Then he heard a voice he didn't want to remember in his dreams, as if from the deepest voice of the nightmare.

"may I ask guys, are you Priest, such a lady?"

This polite way of asking questions is like the peculiar tone of a noble, but the other party's tone is not indifferent and condescending, but it makes people feel gentle and approachable.

The crowd looked at the youngster that suddenly appeared in front of them.

He is a Count.

The big man thought.

This person is not Kirrlutzian.

He may be the Lord Thane of the adult Priest, but the idea of ​​a girl with a thick eyebrow came to mind.

…… (To be continued.)