In the middle of the night, the fortress was illuminated by the light of the light spell.
Sheil sat on the bed in the fortress lounge.
"I've never been exposed to this type of music, only listening to opera from the Farosi Opera in Nolan a long time ago."
Sheier chatted with the fire-bearer over a text message.
After arriving at the fortress, her nerves have been in a tense state, and she can only relax a little when she visits the caster forum and chats with the fire passer.
Every time he communicated with the fire-spreader through text messages, Sheier was able to come into contact with something new. For example, the fire-spreader sent her an "inscription" that recorded the sound just now.
Sheier is not interested in things like songs and art, but this does not prevent her from listening to this song, her originally dull mood was swept away by the cheerful melody of the song.
"Maybe this song will help you when you are at war with the Inquisitors."
"The Inquisitor cannot threaten us, my friends are not weak."
Sheier replied to the fire passer with confidence.
The country of the Holy Religion cannot compete head-on with the Country of Frost, and the generals in the fortress are not weak.
Once they know of the heretics' conspiracy...
Sheel was thinking of this when her thoughts came to an abrupt halt.
When she was communicating with the fire passer by text message, she was also checking the sharpness of her sword.
But just now Sheier's fingertips felt something unusual about the sword of this long sword.
This long sword is not an ordinary thing. When Sheier touched this long sword, he could clearly feel the chill overflowing from the surface.
"There seems to be something on the sword..."
When Sheil's fingertips slid across the blade of the longsword, she felt a part of the blade dented.
The dent is so subtle that it cannot be detected with the naked eye, and only when a fingertip touches it does it become aware of it.
The sunken traces are not composed of magical inscriptions, but the words of the Land of Frost.
"Please give us salvation?"
Sheier read out the indented text word by word, and even if she read it out, Sheier couldn't understand the meaning of the line of words.
She began to carefully stroke the blade and hilt of the long sword with her fingertips, and sure enough, she felt a new line of words on the other side of the blade.
"A grey haze has enveloped the frost and snow?"
Sheier murmured the words engraved on the back of the sword, and when Sheier linked her current situation, her heart became heavier.
The alliance between the Kingdom of the Holy Church and the Kingdom of Frost is not a matter of a year or two. This history can be extended to fifty years ago, and it was not long after Sheier's nominal father became the king.
Sheier didn't dare to guess who engraved these words on this long sword. She glanced at the time under the magic net, and it was almost the appointed time.
No matter what the Inquisition does in the Land of Frost, from now on Sheil will put a stop to everything!
"It's the time I agreed with my friends." Sheier edited a text message again and sent it to the fire passer.
"Be careful, and I suggest you cover your ears before using the 'weapon' I gave you."
Sheier read the last reply from the fire passer, picked up the long sword and walked out of the room with the spirit of frost.
The fortress in the middle of the night was so silent that Frost and Snow could not be heard. Sheier walked in the corridor full of original crystal lamps, and even a patrolling soldier could not be seen.
Sheier clenched the long sword in her hand and came to the door of the conference hall, and she pushed the door open with one hand.
The eight generals sat in the hall for a long time and waited for a long time.
Sheier took a deep breath, and she walked directly into the hall, ready to inform everyone of the news of the Heresy Tribunal.
But the Spirit of Frost gave Sheier a warning at this moment, and at this moment Sheier realized that there was still a strange figure standing in the hall.
A priest from the Holy Land was standing in the hall, and he was looking at Sheier with a smile on his face.
At this time, Sheier's heart seemed to be entangled by a poisonous snake.
The prince of the Land of Frost quickly regained his composure, and placed his hand lightly on the long sword around his waist.
"We originally thought that you would not be able to come to this fortress, but it seems that you are lucky."
The priest slowly walked out of the shadow with a long staff, and with the priest walked out of the shadow, there was an existence that looked exactly like Sheil.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
Sheier's voice was filled with a cold air, and she had gradually understood that what the judges of the Heresy Tribunal had done was a hundred times or even ten thousand times worse than she had imagined.
It was so bad that Sheil wanted to draw his sword and chop off this guy's head.
"If you are His Royal Highness, I would love to explain this to you, but unfortunately you will become an unnamed corpse soon." The priest still had a smile on his face.
A dangerous premonition rose in Sheyle's heart, and a shattering voice came from behind her.
The Spirit of Frost, who had been dormant beside Sheier, burst out with icy rays of light, creating a wall made of ice behind Sheier.
The wall was instantly cut into two pieces by an unknown force, but Sheier took advantage of the gap to dodge to the other side, and at the same time pulled out the long sword in his hand.
But before she could stand firm, "Marshal Armt" who was standing on the other side of the hall threw a punch at Sheyer.
Sheier instinctively raised his arm to resist the opponent's attack, but the opponent's strength was too great, and Sheier's body slammed directly into the wall of the hall.
Has Marshal Armt been replaced? Scheyer looked at the Marshal Amter with his legs intact, and realized that the other party was not the deity.
The Frost Spirit surrounding Sheier erupted with an extreme cold that was enough to freeze anyone's blood. For a while, the entire hall was covered with a layer of frost, and the priest used holy light magic to prop up the transparent light. The wall still couldn't stop the chill from penetrating.
The eight generals in the hall were covered with thick frost, and when Sheier was about to take this opportunity to kill the priest, a tentacle suddenly emerged from the ground.
The tentacles bound her left hand holding the long sword, and at the same time a terrifying voice sounded quietly in her ear.
More and more transparent tentacles rose from the ground, and these tentacles turned into spikes and wanted to penetrate Sheiel's body.
The Spirit of Frost built an ice wall to resist the attacks of these tentacles, but their number became more and more, and the Spirit of Frost began to gradually show weakness.
In this desperate situation, Sheier opened the magic net with his unbound right hand, and then directly opened the document called "Golden Finger" by the fire passer.