The forest on the border of the Frostland.
The time is approaching late at night, and the cold wind will bury all living creatures under the frost and snow.
Sheer and his army were very lucky. There was no blizzard tonight, but some sparse snow fell, and it was as quiet as the night of the sacred festival in the Land of Frost.
"Are you tired, prince?"
Marshal Amter sat by the makeshift bonfire holding a glass of warm wine that had just been heated. The wine seemed to be the fuel for the Marshal. Energetic.
Sheier is not very good at dealing with this kind of "Frostland-style man", especially the spirits handed by Marshal Amt, it smells too pungent in Sheier.
Is this country confusing the difference between alcohol and booze
"I'm a little tired." Sheila nodded.
"It's really scary to be attacked by an ice dragon during the day. Your Royal Highness, please go to rest first. Tonight, I and my southern army will keep a vigil."
Marshal Armt threw a piece of dry wood into the bonfire.
"The ice dragon can't get to the bottom of the canyon, and at most there are some monsters like frost wolves and snow demons, don't worry."
"Marshal Amter, you should also pay attention to your body."
Sheiel didn't have too many excuses. He glanced at the marshal's injured leg. The injured part had recovered a lot under the healing of the Holy Light magic.
He left the place where the bonfire was burning and walked into a tent that belonged only to him.
When he entered the tent, the smile on Sheier's face disappeared instantly, he walked to the bed and sat down, and clicked the text message from the magic web.
Sheier and the fire spreader have sent more than 130 messages to each other. In these message records, the fire spreader told Sheier something that he didn't want to believe anyway.
The conspiracy of the Inquisition of Heresy in the Holy Land.
"Blackwood Forest Fire Incident."
Sheier looked at the picture sent by the fire passer, which clearly recorded the evil deeds of the Inquisition of Heresy in the Blackwood Forest.
After browsing the shocking pictures again, Sheyer clicked on the Fudo Library section of the caster forum, and found a book "The Heresy Judge's Diary" in the Fudo Library with a response volume of 130,000.
This was also recommended to Sheil by the fire passer. In this book, the origins of the judges and the operation of this organization were introduced in detail.
Sheyer clicked on the first page of the book and began to read it. Reading books on the magic web was a very special experience, and he could see other people's comments on this book at any time.
Originally, Sheier was just reading this diary with the mentality of looking up information, but the diary described a story of a young nun struggling to survive in the Heresy Inquisition and gradually becoming a cold-blooded killer, inexplicably caught the story. The heart of a "prince", he patiently looked down.
As time quietly begins to slip away, the "Prince" of the Land of Frost has immersed himself in this dark and lonely diary.
Until the Spirit of Frost floated into the tent, lay on Sheier's shoulder, and made a slight noise. The cry of the Spirit of Frost was a bit like a bell, causing Sheier to return from the diary. God has come.
"It's been three hours?"
Sheier glanced at the time display in the lower right corner of the magic net. The time displayed above was Nolan's. There was a three-hour time difference between the Land of Frost and Nolan, so the time to switch to the Land of Frost was late at night.
"But it's just right."
Sheyer wrote down the number of chapters he saw, then closed the magic net, and touched the spirit of frost on his shoulder with his hand.
"Have you noticed anything unusual?"
Two light spots appeared on the white ball of light, and nodded like a human eye.
"… "
After receiving an affirmative reply from the Spirit of Frost, Sheier's heart became very heavy.
Although the heretic judge's diary is narrated from a first-person perspective, Sheier can still see that there is a problem with this organization, and the judges are definitely not using the power of the Holy Light.
But at present, Sheil is still not sure whether what the fire passer said is true, what is the relationship between the Inquisition of Heresy and the Holy Kingdom, and... whether there are these dangerous guys in his army.
And now Sheil has to rely on his own eyes to confirm it himself!
His consciousness gradually dissipated under the guidance of the spirit of frost, and when Sheier opened his eyes again, he was already in the snow field of the canyon.
The ability Xie Er received after accepting the power of the Frost Spirit was to completely integrate his consciousness into the surrounding frost and snow.
Sheier stood above the sky and glanced at the camp in the canyon. Except for some of the soldiers who were vigilant, the other soldiers had fallen into a deep sleep.
Under the guidance of the spirit of frost, he approached the tent where the priests of the holy kingdom were stationed, which was also the medical point for the entire army.
"Sleep in peace, I have healed your wounds." The priests in white comforted the wounded soldiers.
Sheier, who turned into frost and snow, quietly floated to the back of the tent. When she reached the tent in the far corner, Sheier felt the breath of the magic enchantment.
But this could not affect Sheier, a snowflake quietly floated into the tent, Sheier could see the scenery inside the tent clearly through the eyes of this snowflake.
The priest in the tent who treated Marshal Armt's left leg during the day seemed to be arguing with a knight.
With the help of the Frost Spirit, the snowflake was heard, and Sheil also heard clearly what the priest said.
"Why don't you let the ice dragon kill all these guys! One breath! One breath is enough to kill hundreds of people, and you have to create an avalanche to push them into the canyon!" The priest scolded the knight loudly.
What the priest said made Sheier stunned, and he also recognized the armor on the knight, who was a soldier of the Second Legion under his command.
"The bottom of the canyon inscribed by the magic circle of the ceremony, we need living creatures as tribute." The knight's voice sounded very hoarse, not at all like the voice that a human being should have.
"Then what to do now! The 'spiritual plague' you are so proud of has no effect at all! The great twelfth prince of the Land of Frost, Sheil, saved the entire army."
"It was the singing of the elves that affected the integrity of the ceremony..." When the knight said this, his eyes suddenly turned to the snowflakes that fell on the table.
Sheier's eyes met the knight's, and Sheier felt that he had seen something terrifying for a moment.
The tingling from the mind made Sheier wake up from the bed, breathing fresh air non-stop, and the symptoms of tinnitus reappeared on Sheier's body.
Ritual, sacrifice, spiritual plague…
Sheier hugged his head, his back was completely soaked in sweat. After a brief contemplation, he opened the message of the person who spread the fire, edited a message and sent it to the past.
"What you said is true, among my friends it is true... Some people are disguised by guys from the Inquisition of Heresy."