After losing their target, Alastor's army has been slowly advancing through the spider web of mine tunnels. These tireless behemoths are well aware of the weaknesses of mortals, and after eight hours of intense combat, the bloodthirsty zealots are bent on taking advantage of the exhaustion of their delicious prey. But at the same time, everyone knows that the first searcher to find the enemy will probably be torn to pieces by prayer. Therefore, none of the shrewd demons is willing to search seriously.
However, to the surprise of these demons, the fugitives would choose to take the initiative to attack under extremely disadvantaged circumstances.
Accompanied by a large wave of arrows of light falling like a torrential rain, the Yufengma lightly jumped out of the corridor where the two were hiding, and then landed firmly on the broad back of an abyss lord. Before the astonished wretch had time to shout out, the sharp semicircle drawn by the blade lifted the demon's upper body into the air, and then, the blond warrior's berserk swordsmanship was fully unfolded in this gap, and the sharp edge of frost mourned A little bit of cold light opened and closed in the crowd of demons, like an unstoppable whirlwind, rolling up the remnants of the enemies.
"It's quite hard, but this level of struggle is not effective at all." Alastor hovered one meter above the ground, watching the battle in front of him with satisfaction.
Although witnessing their companions being reduced to ashes one by one, the demons did not hesitate at all - under the orders of the powerful will of the high-level demon king behind them, the low-level demons have no possibility of disobeying orders, their only choice is to follow the plan meticulously The deployment of advancing troops will not stop even if the body is smashed to pieces.
As time passed, the blade storm created by Shifan and Roland gradually dimmed, but the black tide condensed by a large number of Balrogs and Cerberus remained strong, almost covering the entire mine tunnel.
It will be over soon... The corners of the devil's mouth raised slightly.
However, this commander, who knew nothing about swordsmanship, failed to notice a small but crucial change in the battle—Roland's way of swinging his sword had completely changed—now the attack from the young man's hand was not as exquisite swordsmanship as it was. It is said that it is a strong wind that was born completely to destroy the target, and the chopping and chopping are chaotic, but they cannot be restrained.
Just as the ruler of the Twisting Nether wanted to persuade him to surrender for the last time, a figure suddenly fell from the ceiling of the corridor. The moment the eyes of the two met, Alastor's silver pupils couldn't help shrinking suddenly.
At this moment, the warrior manipulating the Wind Horse in the distance was still dancing his sword frantically, but the other Roland was standing less than five meters away from him, burning flames poured out of his water-colored eyes, and the frost lament in his hand Radiates a sharp light in the dark.
I was deceived by the phantom~! The devil immediately understood that he had fallen into a trap.
But whether he is willing or not, the positions of the prey and the hunter have been completely reversed at this moment. Roland, whose whole body was shrouded in intense prayer light, pointed the blade straight at the target, and shot it out amidst the sharp sound of metal cutting through the air.
Everything around him suddenly stopped as if frozen. The hoarse roar of the Cerberus froze at the broken mouth, the long knife that was still waving just now was as stiff as cast iron, the air no longer flowed, the energy transmission stopped, and the hundreds of death coils released by the demon king also turned into black at this moment Even the vengeful spirit contained in it has forgotten the restlessness.
It's like the river of time forgets to flow at this moment~!
This is probably the battlefield that the master-level Yunyao user sees, right? Roland liked this feeling.
The instant he came to his senses, the Demon King had tried his best to increase his speed, but in this instant of eternity, the ruler of the Twisting Void found that he could not catch up with him at all. In fact, if Alastor had a pair of jeweled pupils that see through everything, he would be able to see the blond swordsman's movements as fast as a dream with Shifan's full support—his fingertips had just had time to gather death energy , the blade that passed by like an afterimage cut off the finger from the Demon King's body before the energy had time to release.
Then, Shuang Wai drew one after another long marks in the air at an extremely fast speed, twisting the prey's arms, chest and whole body like a whirlwind. In just an instant, the mighty demon king was torn into pieces by the sharp bright line driven by the sword edge. Alastor's head with a regretful expression fell to the ground together with the Jingwang sword Feilian, who had lost its support, with a loud sound. Dull, with a crisp sound.
It wasn't until this time that the surrounding demons just reacted, and turned their heads to look at the defeated leader in disbelief.
"It's a pity..." Alastor's leader sighed, as if he didn't care about his embarrassment at the moment.
His demon heart is not in this body~! Roland suddenly came to his senses, his heart beating faster. The target didn't receive a fatal blow, just by taking the Jingwang Sword in his hand, can all the demons be driven back to the Nether Realm? If this guess is wrong, the two fighting each other at this moment are tantamount to dying.
But young people's worries are unnecessary. At the same time as the King Jing Sword fell to the ground, the surrounding space trembled visibly like ripples, causing waves of translucent ripples. The ripples smeared the demon's body, making their outlines gradually fade, and the unwilling head of the demon king was also gradually disappearing into the air.
"Although this desperate move has won you victory, I'm afraid this is just the beginning. No matter how you avoid it, it will be an endless battle to welcome the end of the goddess." Alastor's unhurried words started from Came from the void, "Farewell, maybe you will accept my proposal the next time we meet."
It's over... The blond swordsman took a breath.
But all of a sudden, the victor found that the power of prayer flowing in his body dissipated without warning, his whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and his whole body felt cold.
The young man turned his head subconsciously. His gaze crossed the empty corridor, the dim light of the fire and the ashes everywhere, and he saw the opposite scene at a glance.
The black-haired girl closed her eyes tightly, her petite body immersed in the scarlet blood spreading on the ground. Behind her, a six-meter-tall doomsday guard is sticking out its tongue, greedily licking the bloody serrated sword in its hand, and the four soft tentacles with sharp blades on the top of its back move slowly, looking like an octopus with teeth and claws .
Roland's mind went blank.
"Look, you still walked on the same path in the end." The dark eagle's cold voice slowly emerged from this blank space, "No matter what you do, you still can't protect her." With the reverberation, it waved in the consciousness Not letting go of the ridicule, the young man suddenly remembered the resolute look in Shifan's emerald pupils.
"Absolutely not, no matter what, I will not let anyone use the power that belongs to God."
The girl's crisp voice was like water droplets falling into a calm lake, causing Roland's thoughts to boil for an instant, and the Frost Grief that had been put down was lifted up again.
However, the high-level demon didn't care about the blond swordsman's attack at all. After absorbing the blood of God, this doomsday guard was delighted to find that when his surrounding companions and even the demon king who is equivalent to an absolute existence for demons were expelled back to the nether world, he could break free from the shackles of the boundary and still stay in the world. This world~! Not only that, but he can also clearly feel that the power in his body is constantly increasing, and he will soon reach the level of a demon king.
No... Maybe even surpass the Demon King and become a more powerful existence~!
Before that, let's experiment with this lifeless fool. Thinking so, the Doom Guard first greedily glanced at Shifan who fell to the ground, and then slowly turned his attention to the enemies who were rushing towards him. For mortals who lost the protection of prayer, the demon didn't even bother to use the serrated knife in his hand. He believed that the four tentacles on his back were enough to cut the opponent into small pieces of flesh.
The four sharp blades on the back of the Doom Guard flew up at the same time, intertwined into a blurred shadow, covering the tiny human beings. However, when the attack was over, the demon was surprised to find that he had lost track of his target. Then, the sharp pain from his shoulder made him roar loudly—Roland actually stood on one of the doom guard's tentacles, and chopped the weapon into the The opponent's shoulder, and then mercilessly tore open a long and wide wound.
The next moment, the Dark Eagle, which had lost its memory, jumped up suddenly, and the Frost Lament in its hand drew a shining circle in mid-air like the blades of a windmill, driving all the inertia to cut down through the wind. The injured doomsday guard was brought back to reality by the pain. He didn't dare to act rashly anymore, but put on a defensive posture as quickly as possible—the sharp blades connected by four tentacles and the serrated broadsword held tightly in both hands set up an umbrella in an instant. The iron defense, the demon believes that it can withstand any attack.
But it was useless, Shuang Wai cut off all five knives~!
The greatsword remained undiminished after smashing the opponent's weapon, biting precisely into the wound just now, and then split the behemoth and the devil's heart in his chest in half.
Eyes burning with cold fire, flowing with angry soul. This was the last scene imprinted in the sight of the doomguard, and then, the demon who had just acquired the power of God was frozen in eternal darkness and silence.
In the blowing wind of ashes, the swordsman fell steadily to the ground, blood dripped down his cheeks—the battle with the demon just now has greatly exceeded the limit that the human body can bear. Bright red blood oozed from the corners of the young man's eyes and ears, the tiger's jaws of his hands were all split, his waist was sprained to a certain extent, and even his mouth was full of the taste of blood.
But Roland didn't have time to care about this, he only had eyes on the girl with closed eyes. The young man ran to Shifan's side as fast as he could, then knelt down to check her injuries.
The doomguard's serrated broadsword tore a horrific gash across the girl's back—from her shoulder blade to her waist. At this moment, the blood gushed out uncontrollably like a spring, which was particularly dazzling against the girl's fair skin. If blood represents the fire of life, then the flame is already burning outside Shifan's body, on the cold ground, on the broken metal, and on Roland's trembling hands.
The young man took a deep breath, and tried his best to focus on the wound itself rather than the speculation about whether the girl would die. Most of the power of this knife has been absorbed by the prayer barrier, and there is no damage to the spine, and there is no sign of poisoning, and there is still salvation... no, there will definitely be salvation~!
First of all, the bleeding must be stopped, which is the most critical. The ultimate protector took another deep breath, and then carefully began the first aid for one person.
Twenty minutes as long as a century passed, and Roland finally managed to stop the shocking hemorrhage. In order to prevent the wound from bursting again, the swordsman made a simple stretcher out of two giant swords and the found fabric, and let the unconscious girl lie flat on it, while he dragged one end of the sword handle slowly forward.
As a warrior who has inherited the knowledge of the Dark Eagle, Roland also knows another thing - this level of temporary treatment cannot save Shifan from the shadow of death. The wound on the girl's back is enough to disable a strong regular knight for life. If there is no timely treatment, the consequences will be irreversible.
However, in this cold and harsh underground world, it is impossible to have any healing conditions at all. The medicines preserved by the dwarves hundreds of years ago have already deteriorated, and even finding food has become a big problem, let alone any nutritional supplements. The only option is to get out of the mine as soon as possible and go to the surface where the sun can shine, where the girl can truly escape the crisis.
But time is running out... Roland thought anxiously.
It has been a day and a night since the end of the battle, Shifan continued to have a high fever, and his consciousness has not recovered. Due to excessive blood loss and lack of replenishment, the girl's delicate face was extremely pale, and the originally neat short hair also fell apart at this moment. Looking at the black-haired girl wrestling with pain in her dream, the young man felt extremely anxious.
"There are still three days to go. Damn, can't it be faster?" He cursed to himself, and reached out again to reach for the map book he found in the library. In fact, this atlas had been read countless times by restless fugitives, but no matter what route he chose, Roland was disappointed to find that it would take at least three days to reach the northern exit of the White Rock Mountain Range.
But when the book was in his hands, the young man was stunned—under the dim light of the torch, what he was holding in his hand was not an atlas, but another book—The Picture Scroll of Poetry Sail, which belonged to the amulet of the end of the goddess.
Shifan has been flipping through this book, and she is very focused every time. What will be written on this scroll that belongs to God? Probably all the mysteries of the four realms and the knowledge of prayers are recorded in it, right? Maybe it's Shifan's mood diary? If possible, maybe the way to save the Starchild would be on it too...
It shouldn't be a problem if you take a look, right? Roland hesitated for a moment, glanced at the girl with closed eyes guilty, then put his hand on the cover and opened the title page.
Taking advantage of the dimly beating orange light on the torch, the young man began to carefully read the first page of "The Picture Scroll of Shifan". However, tens of minutes later, the reader shook his head with an expression of disbelief... I must be dazzled. He subconsciously pursed his pale lips, and quickly turned a page back, and then another page. The rattling sound of the paper also became louder and louder as the young man moved faster and faster.
... this is the truth
Roland finally stopped his movements, and the soft sound of the pages fell into silence, as if a string of a piano was suddenly disconnected, causing the performance to stop abruptly. The young man let his eyes stay on the last page of the book for a long time, did not move for a long time, and finally sighed softly.
So, is it this secret that you have been guarding all this time? The guardian of the end closed the book and looked at the girl beside him, a subtle light could not be suppressed in his eyes.
Shifan's long eyelashes moved suddenly.
Thinking that the other party was about to wake up, the blond swordsman held his breath and waited quietly. But Shifan couldn't get rid of the shackles of coma, the only thing coming from the silence was her raving in her dream.
"Ricer... don't go..." The girl's plea was as fragile as silk thread, "Don't leave me alone..." With the murmur, two lines of tears slowly rolled down her pale cheeks.
With the blurring of consciousness, the proud and confident mask of the iceberg beauty seemed to have melted together. At this moment, curled up on the crude stretcher is another Shifan that Roland is completely unfamiliar with, the little girl who has been hiding helplessly behind the picture scroll.
Her cries fell on Roland's chest like raindrops, and the young man couldn't help stretching out his hand, carefully wiping away the tears for Shifan. Staring at the slightly trembling girl, Roland hesitated for a moment, then gently hugged the girl into his arms.
Her shoulders are even slender than they look, the young man thought naturally. However, such a delicate body...
It is such a slender body, but it dares to face one tough battle after another without fear.
For an ordinary fifteen-year-old girl, the battlefield should be an imaginary hell that has no intersection with her, right? However, Shifan accepts the cruel reality and never complains. Whether she was facing the onslaught of the Flame Dragon Melikidike or the army of the Demon Lord Alastor, she did not show even the slightest bit of uneasiness.
"... You must never die here. If you admit defeat, everything will be over~!" For some reason, Roland suddenly remembered the words Shifan said against the scorching wind when Yanlong's shock wave was about to come. Although I didn't have time to look behind me, the girl's expression at that time must have been more persistent than I imagined.
"You've been working hard." Looking at Shifan with tears on his face, Roland suddenly felt a throbbing pain in his heart, "But don't worry, you won't be alone again."
He hugged the black-haired girl tightly, and murmured to himself with a hint of admiration, tenderness, and love: "I will always be with you, Shifan."
The endless white stone mountain range divides the continent of Canados into two. Most of its forested peaks are hidden above the sea of clouds. Not to mention the shambling human beings, even the proud dragons rarely see the top of the mountain. . The only thing small mortals are familiar with is the eternal white body of the magnificent mountains.
As winter approaches, the residents of Manulin Town are getting busy, making final preparations for the freezing season. Because it is located at the foot of the mountain, the cold wind whizzing down from the towering ice peaks has covered the road with frost very early, and coupled with the various monsters left over from the disaster a few years ago, few travelers would choose to go to the city at this time. Come to town.
But there are always exceptions to everything.
Today, standing in front of Doyle is such a traveler. The young man looked about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, with exotic beautiful blond hair and rare water-blue pupils, but his handsome face was full of haggardness and exhaustion, and the rusty dwarf double-headed ax behind him It's an interesting contrast. But compared to this young man dressed as a fugitive, the thick metal stretcher behind him and the black-haired girl lying on it are obviously more eye-catching.
"They told me that you are a doctor." The young man's tone contained uncontrollable anxiety and urgency. "Can you save her? Or at least provide me with appropriate medical treatment. If you need payment..."
"Let's talk about that later, anyway, come inside first." The middle-aged mage in his thirties nodded boldly.
Doyru was very aware of the meaning in the other's eyes, so he didn't say much - he didn't even ask her name - the first thing the doctor did after entering the room was to carefully put the girl on the bed, and then began to check the injuries. However, even though the mage's eyes had seen all kinds of wounds, the moment the bandage was removed, the horrific knife wound on Shifan's back still made him gasp.
"Such a serious injury~! It's still getting worse~!" Doyru couldn't help but glared at the girl's protector, "What the hell did you do? How many days did you delay?"
"Three days, and... during this period of time, there is basically no decent food..." The other party's eyes dimmed in an instant, and he looked at Shifan worriedly.
Roland hardly stopped during this journey. Apart from fighting mechanically, he ran with all his strength. He passed the dark mine tunnel that originally took three days to complete in one and a half days. Then it took a whole night of searching in the cold winter nights of Canados to find this village with medical conditions-in fact, even for an indefatigable death knight who wanted to get from the depths of the White Rock Mountains in three days. Trekking to the town of Manulin is still quite a challenge, not to mention that there is a heavy stretcher behind you that must be carefully towed.
However, if you can't save her, no matter what kind of challenge you pass, it will be meaningless... The young man subconsciously clenched his fists.
"I think you have tried your best." Seeing the other party's distraught appearance, Doyru's attitude softened, "But this level of injury..." He looked at the terrifying and huge wound hesitantly.
"Is there a way to save her? No matter what the method is." Roland's tone was not so much pleading with the doctor, but rather praying to fate.
"If you use magic power therapy, maybe you can save your life." The other party's tone was uncertain, "But even so, I'm afraid there will be serious sequelae...at least hemiplegia..."
"It doesn't matter that way, the most important thing is to wake her up~!" The young man's eyes lit up.
"Yes, I know." The middle-aged mage nodded, "It's just that if you want to use magic power to treat, there is a rare herb that is necessary - 'Emerald Lily of the Valley'. Since you are from outside the town, you should understand It’s impossible to have a caravan in winter, right? But…” he said with a wry smile, “even in spring and summer, it’s probably very difficult to get such medicinal materials that are equivalent to gold.”
"But we can pick it ourselves." The listener understood the deep meaning of the dialogue.
"Although that's a pretty bad choice, it's our only choice." Doyru walked to the window and pointed to the far north, "As a plant with powerful magic power, the Emerald Lily of the Valley only grows in An area with a strong atmosphere of arcane magic, and it must be low temperature—the ruins of Silvermoon City, forty kilometers away, just meet all the conditions. There must be something we are looking for there.”
"Silvermoon City? You mean the seat of the Canados Mages Council, the city known as the 'Capital of Magic'?" Although he lost his memory, Roland's knowledge of geography is obviously still there. "I see, Now go to negotiate with the high-level mages... wait..." He nodded halfway, and suddenly showed a puzzled expression, "Did you just say 'the ruins of Silvermoon City'?"
"Like Winfield College, Silvermoon City was eventually destroyed by its own inflated magic power and ambition. In fact, most of the residents in Manulin Town were witnesses and survivors of that catastrophe." Middle-aged The mage sighed, "But this happened a few years ago, and the new head of the mage council, Motidal, blocked all news, so almost no ordinary people know about it."
"And most importantly, the land is still burning with raging arcane flames, which nourish countless monsters, from the lowest level of familiars to indestructible crystal golems, and some even more terrifying existences..." Yiru stared at the young man's water-colored pupils, as if he wanted to examine whether there was even a hint of wavering hidden in them, "Among the few who knew about this catastrophe, there were many powerful and malicious ones, but even they all went and never returned. "
"In other words, it's a very tricky place." The young man's expression was still very calm, as if he ignored the other party's warning, "It doesn't matter, I'll set off right away, tell me the things that must be paid attention to before then."
"Now, let's go now?" The eloquent mage suddenly became incoherent because of the unexpected answer, "But you probably haven't rested for several days."
"That doesn't matter." The mysterious traveler said indifferently.
"I understand." Doyru nodded as if making up his mind, "Just let my companion go with you, a few more helpers are better than one."
The sincere tone of this decision made Roland hesitate for a while, but finally he shook his head: "Thank you for your kindness..."
"Don't rush to refuse." The mage waved his hand, "Although I don't understand where your confidence comes from, but what we have to face is not just a battle. The emerald lilies of the valley were found in the huge ruins of Lily of the Valley, not to mention that if they are not picked professionally, those delicate herbs will wither quickly and become useless."
The young man no longer refuted, but obediently followed the mage into the next room. The first thing that caught his pupils was the huge figure of a tauren, and the two long horns raised high on his head.
"Our pharmacist, Eldruk." At the same time as the mage introduced, the tauren shook hands with Roland friendly, "As a shaman mage, he can use natural spells in battle, which are similar to arcane spells. , The power of divine arts is very different, very trustworthy."
"He is Chiduff the swordsman," the young man who was sharpening his sword stopped working, then stood up with a smile. He looked only a year or two older than Roland, with curly brown hair and a striking knife wound in the corner of his eye.
"I'm Esne, ranger." Before the doctor could introduce, the last person answered, "I never thought that Doyle would agree to someone else's request. Could it be that the sun came out from the west?" The beautiful woman sarcastically The mage looked up and down at the blond youth.
"As a doctor, I can't just ignore death." The mage replied nonchalantly, then turned to face Roland, "By the way, I am Doyru. Although I used to be a mage, I gave up after the catastrophe of Silvermoon City." .Now I just want to use arcane arts to save lives and heal the wounded. Can you introduce yourself too?"
"I'm Roland, Roland Strife." The young man solemnly bowed to the four of them.