"Is that guy stepping on a magic trap and turning into a stone statue?" Esnee asked a little uneasily, and Chiduff shrugged in bewilderment. Just when the ranger was about to go up to the tower to see what happened, Roland happened to come out of the ruins with a tired expression on his face.
"The movement is really slow~! Even the herbs are all made, and now I'm waiting for you." The ranger frowned dissatisfiedly, "Really, no matter how good your sword skills are, you shouldn't act alone for a long time."
"Because I was searching for clues, so I was delayed for a while." The young man replied apologetically, and then turned to look at the dilapidated body of the tower, "But I finally figured it out, the owner of the tower should be the Council of Mages former leader of the
"I see, it's no wonder that even though it's in ruins, the magic power of the settlement here is still quite amazing." Ersen's tone could not be restrained with a bit of contempt, "So it's the mansion of the famous Lord Kanosa. "
"Canossa...?" The young man slowly repeated the unfamiliar word, the syllables on his tongue seemed hollow, but to Shifan, that name must be extremely heavy.
"Kanossa is a very good mage. He is able to roam well in both spell research and political affairs. If he hadn't died in this disaster, Motidal probably wouldn't have been able to suppress his power so far." Ranger shrugged. Shrugging his shoulders, "However, that guy's personality is also quite cruel. It is said that in order to become the head of the mage council, he also colluded with the mysterious shadow dancers of Bamartin to assassinate political opponents. Of course, although the rumors are widespread, they are just rumors after all."
It's not a shadow dancer, but Shifan... That's why it's so clean, because that guy ruthlessly used prayer skills to kill. Roland clenched his fist subconsciously. It's just that no matter how unwilling I am here, it's futile, and time will not go back. The only thing I can do now is to protect her, instead of falling into the broken past.
Thinking of this, a bright flame flashed in the eyes of the blond swordsman. He raised his head and changed his tired tone just now, and said in a firm tone: "Let's go, I want to go back to Shifan as soon as possible."
How long have you been asleep
How long have you been waiting
It must have been a long, long time, right? But in the end, a ray of light finally shot out from the girl's eyes.
With the faint light, Shifan could see the surrounding environment clearly.
The dry and cracked earth greedily sucked every trace of moisture in the air, and the desolate wind rolled up a large piece of loess, circling in mid-air. But it was those bookshelves that took the girl's sight away—by the way, hundreds of dilapidated bookshelves are standing in this barren land, with twisted bodies slanting toward the sky, like giant tombstones.
It is they that block the sunlight that shines on the earth.
"If you can't find the picture scroll before the sun sets, then everything will be over." A cold voice passed through the sky covered with thin ink, engraved into the hearts of the onlookers.
I don't want to end~!
The girl hurriedly ran into the open-air library, which was quieter than the cemetery, trying to find her own book from the bookshelves stretching like mountains.
Time passed by drop by drop, although each drop was small, but the flow rate was much faster than the searcher's footsteps. The sun climbed silently to the top of the sky, and then fell downward at a relentless speed. Soon, the light that sifted in through the gaps between the peaks became more and more dim, like a candle in the wind.
If not sooner... it will all be over...
Even though her whole body was shaking uncontrollably due to exhaustion, even though her hands and feet were aching as if withered, even though her chest was burning as if it was about to explode, the black-haired girl still forced herself to run faster, repeating the rummaging motion non-stop.
Just before the setting sun was about to be sucked into the dark earth, the small, thin picture scroll finally reflected the anxious pupils of the seeker. Even though it was caught among a pile of dusty ancient books, the girl recognized it at a glance—because no one would not even recognize herself.
"Found it~!" Shifan breathed a sigh of relief, and reached out to take out the picture scroll.
However, when the girl opened the title page expectantly, the smile on the corner of her mouth completely froze in an instant.
Did that voice... fool me
The girl closed the book expressionlessly, raised her head and stared at the sky in despair. The cold and damp mist began to flow out from the bookshelves lined up like tombstones, silently occupying the barren land, and covering them with an indestructible gray tulle. Through this layer of tulle, the setting sun passed her eyes weakly for the last time, and then fell into the cage at the end of the earth, never to be seen again.
It turned out that even if the book was found, it was still useless. All my efforts so far have been in vain. From the time the sun just rose, the ending has been doomed and can never be changed.
It's all over.
"Don't~!" Shi Fan opened his eyes, trying to sit up from the bed suddenly.
Accompanied by the violent ups and downs, an indescribable pain suddenly came from her back, and the girl couldn't help moaning. At the same time, a pair of strong hands quickly pushed her back onto the bed.
"Don't move casually, the wound will open~!" A familiar voice came from above the head. Then, the anxious eyes of the blond man merged with the girl's gaze.
"Roland?" After being confused for several seconds, Shifan finally realized.
"How do you feel now? In short, don't move any more." Although the current posture between the two is easy to cause misunderstanding, Roland has no longer cared about being ambiguous, and a series of explanations came out of his mouth. "Listen well, now you have a very long wound on your back, from the shoulder blade to the waist, with an average depth of more than six centimeters. Although you have regained consciousness, your lower body may have been paralyzed, and if you move your upper body at will, the freshly healed wound will It will burst again, and the bleeding at that time is no joke. The only way now is to use prayers to heal completely, can you do it?"
The youth's pupils were full of anxiety.
From the very beginning, Doyle had judged that there was no possibility of a complete recovery. The reason why Roland spared no effort to restore Shifan to consciousness was to count on her to heal herself through prayer. If the answer now is no... then the girl who has just passed her blooming season will probably have to spend the rest of her life in a wheelchair.
Why is reality so unfair? Thinking of this, Roland felt a tingle in his heart.
"Well, although I'm not very proficient in the grasp of the power of life, but this level of wound is no problem." Shifan replied naturally, and the young man sighed with satisfaction.
"But can you let go of your hand first?" the girl added.
"Ah? Of course~!" Roland, who was still imposing just now, quickly withdrew his hand and returned to his usual calm swordsman.
Called by the will of the prayer, the golden light from Netherworld softly covered her petite body, flowing up and down her body like a stream of water. The black-haired and blue-eyed girl precisely manipulated the dissociation and reorganization of her own body—decomposing the necrotic nerves and tissues into four elements, allowing the power of life to reconstitute a new body, and finally stabilize the soul that resides in it.
However, her attention was actually attracted by the guardian beside her—that person was also seriously injured.
There was not a single trauma, which meant that Roland had won all the victories, but the prayer technique made the girl clearly feel the pain suppressed by the other party: the muscles were pulled to a considerable extent, and it may be difficult to even lift them now; Due to the huge acceleration, the beautiful water-colored pupils are now cloudy, and they will be completely blind in a few years; the same reason caused the eardrums to burst, and the hearing has probably been greatly weakened; the same is true for the nerves hidden under these, and the continuous fighting makes people They fail prematurely and burn out.
It's like a seriously overworked machine... What the hell was he doing while I was unconscious
"How long have I been asleep?" Shi Fan asked in circles.
"Six days."
"Where are the demons?" the girl asked again.
"All of them have been driven back to the Netherworld." The other party replied succinctly, and then added, "Don't worry, the one that was stained with your blood was also completely destroyed by me, and the blood that was spilled on the ground was also treated properly. In short, You won't let anyone take advantage of your power." He said with a faint smile.
"Now...is it in a town on the surface?" Shi Fan tilted his head and looked around.
"Of course." Roland nodded. "Is this okay? You'd better concentrate on healing now. If you want to ask questions, wait a while..."
"A layman shouldn't point fingers here, okay?" The girl interrupted him unceremoniously, then stretched out her white arm from under the quilt, "Give me your hand."
"What's wrong?" The young man held the girl strangely. Just when he was confused, the golden water flowed through the hands held by the two and spread to Roland's whole body.
"That's enough." Shi Fan replied lightly.
Nothing is explained, and nothing needs to be explained. At that moment, the two just held hands, savoring the hard-won peaceful time quietly. For Goddess Moment who cannot escape the battle, this period of time may be very short, maybe tomorrow it will shatter like glass, but even so...
…still worth cherishing.
"It's amazing~! It can be completely cured~!" The middle-aged mage, who has always been gentle, couldn't help but feel excited at the moment, "Sorry, I didn't mean that it would be better if he couldn't be cured... But, this level of treatment is really amazing. It’s really amazing~! Sure enough, it has greatly surpassed the level that ordinary people can achieve.”
"If you can't regain consciousness, no matter how powerful you are, it's useless." Roland looked at the other three. The adventurers are still the same, Chiduff seems to have a sword that can never be worn out, the tauren is still making herbs, and Esni is still doing nothing.
"Thank you Doyle for the magic treatment, and I also want to thank Esni, Chiduff, and Eldruk." Shi Fan obediently lifted the hem of the new dress, and made an elegant salute.
"Hey, happy ending." The ranger blinked at Roland.
On the side, Chiduff's eyes were more sad and hostile - in fact, any normal man would probably have an irresistible hatred for Roland after seeing Shifan in a cute dress, right
This kid... so lucky~! The brown-haired swordsman sharpened his sword a little more.
"But it is indeed quite powerful. It can not only heal trauma, but also cure Roland's aftereffects from fighting." The tauren sighed with emotion, "Is this the power of Priest Ishutoli... the power of God …”
"The Priest of Ishutoli", this is a lie Roland told in order to cover up the girl's truth after considering the relationship between Shifan, Silvermoon City, and Manulin Town—after all, complete treatment of serious injuries The truth cannot be concealed at all, so it can only be used in other ways. Originally, the young man thought that Shifan would refuse to accept this identity, but later found that this kind of worry was unnecessary—the girl readily agreed to lie and pretended to be her pastor.
"Actually, after discussing with Eldruk, I would like to ask you for a favor anyway." Doyru cleared his throat, and then said, "Can you stay here for a while and use magic Treat the residents of Manulin Town?"
Roland's heart sank for an instant.
"I think Ms. Shifan also knows a little bit about it?" The doctor said, looking at the girl eagerly, "The residents of this town are all survivors of the catastrophe in Silvermoon City. Although they escaped, the sequelae are very serious. Difficult to eradicate. Even with magical treatment, the effect is not significant, but I think if it is divine magic, it should be completely cured... At least, I hope to give it a try~!"
How to do? The young man glanced at the slender figure. Although it was very selfish and ruthless to do that, he had already decided that he would only put Shi Fan in the priority position, and the others were not important.
I don't want anyone to reveal the trauma that has been sealed, so... I must refuse.
"En." The girl's voice brought Roland back to reality, "I am willing to stay and help them."
"Shifan?" The other party called out uncertainly.
"It's just a small request." The black-haired girl ignored her companion's doubts, "I hope you and those receiving treatment will not disclose information about Roland and me to outside the town, is that okay? Because..." She Having said that, I hesitated for a while.
"Of course, we understand this. In short, we want to travel undisturbed, right?" The middle-aged mage nodded solemnly, and the three behind him also nodded, "Since we decided to help you at the beginning, we also need to keep confidential. There will be absolutely no ambiguity. As for the residents, please don’t worry, let me handle it.”
"Then there's no problem." Shi Fan showed a faint smile.
But... Under that smile, is her heart trembling? Roland looked at the smiling girl worriedly, but didn't know how to ask the question.
"Priest of Ishutoli", no matter who it is, this is an unfamiliar term. In fact, compared with other goddesses, Ishutori itself is a symbol of mystery. Although the aurora that dyed the sky in seven colors was breathtakingly bright, and the names imprinted in the calendar book contained supreme majesty, but those could only prove the existence of the goddess, but could not outline her true image.
No one knows what kind of god Ishutoli is, because she has never preached doctrines, nor sent down decrees. No, perhaps for this goddess born from the ice and snow, there is no reason to guide mortals at all.
Apart from the calendar that constrains the world, the only spokesperson for Ishutori in this world is the death knight—obviously, there is no intersection between the undead who master the power of death and the clergy who master the power of life.
"So, Shifan is probably the only priest in the world?" The ranger speculated, turning his head to look at the tauren, "Can natural magic do that?"
"Neither natural spells nor arcane spells can reach that level." Elder Luke replied honestly, "And, according to my past experience, this little girl is quite powerful. More than twenty years I met the senior priest of Luvis in the Lorentan continent before, even that arrogant guy couldn't achieve such a perfect treatment."
"It's really unbelievable." Esne smacked her lips, "The mysterious combination of Priest Ishutori and the unknown swordsman..."
"What? What did our third-rate bard think of?" Chiduff asked maliciously.
"It's nothing, I just want to know who dares to... chase... the spokesperson of the goddess." Although Roland and his party were in the treatment room next door, the ranger's words were still very cautious, "And, who can be stronger than Roland, even Can he seriously injure his most important protection object in battle?"
After a while, the soldier shrugged his shoulders with difficulty: "I don't know, just the skill of 'Yun Yao' is beyond the scope of my imagination, let alone the guy who can defeat 'Yun Yao'?"
"In case they come after Manulin..." Ersen blurted out unconsciously, and almost immediately shut her mouth tightly. But in fact, everyone knows what the second half of the sentence means.
Once this becomes a battlefield, the unarmed villagers may be the first to suffer. But in the face of that kind of unimaginable power, even if he has a weapon, what can he do
The originally relaxed chatting atmosphere became heavy in an instant, and silence filled the entire room. Just as the Tauren was racking his brains to ease the atmosphere, the sound of opening the door relieved the frozen atmosphere.
"That's the end of today's treatment, and it's about time for the two of you to rest." Doyru said with a smile on his face, and walked into the room with the two adventurers behind him.
"I was just watching, and I didn't help much." Roland's gaze stayed on his petite companion, "It's Shifan, are you tired?"
"This kind of strength will not be a problem." The black-haired girl shook her head, and then suddenly grabbed Roland's hand, "It's just that I'm a little tired mentally. Come out with me to get some air."
"Okay." Although he didn't understand why the other party made such a request suddenly, the young man agreed without thinking.
The miraculous treatment has lasted for three days, so there is almost no one in the town of Manulin, young and old, who does not know the lovely spokesperson of the goddess. But today is different. When Roland and Shifan were walking on the street at dusk, the residents who passed by didn't even look at them, and their empty eyes just passed through.
The two walked straight forward without interruption, and soon left Manulin Town behind. When even the watchtower was covered by the dense pine forest, the girl finally stopped.
"How, is it very powerful? It's like becoming an invisible person." Shi Fan raised his head and asked his traveling companion.
"Is that a distortion of consciousness?" Roland thought of Alsace's disastrous defeat not long ago, and from the standpoint of a soldier, he couldn't help feeling a little chilled.
"Well, but the best I can do is distract them, which is impossible like Richer." The girl explained in a low voice, "and the duration is quite short, otherwise, relying on this technique can easily passed through the encirclement of the enemy."
"It's faster than expected, the other party is not an ordinary person." The young man frowned, and there was no surprise in his voice—the enemy will always appear, it's just a matter of time, "But...why did you leave so silently? ? At least say goodbye."
"Roland, will it be a problem to just throw away that Jingwang sword?" Shi Fan rarely changed the subject.
"'Fei Lian'?" Roland was stunned for a moment, and then acquiesced to the other party's answer, "It's okay, it's much safer to fall into the hands of mortals than to be taken by the devil."
"Then, let's go." The black-haired girl nodded and ended the conversation.
Under the cold moonlight in winter, the black wind-riding horse galloped the two of them through the forest. This time, it was not the young man who was good at equestrianism who was driving the mount, but the prayer man in front of him. Although the course of action was different from the previous one, Roland was very clear about Shifan's destination—
Silvermoon City, the tomb where her memories are sealed.
Why would you want to go there? Dark Eagle, who had lost his memory, found it difficult to understand, but he had no reason to stop the other party.
"This will be a good battlefield." When the galloping horse passed the corroded triumphal arch, Shi Fan said in a low voice, then reined in his mount and jumped off the horse. The surrounding scenery stopped passing away, and the ruins under the night appeared in front of him. The endless black silhouette seemed to suck the two of them in, which contained a strange and magical nature.
"A few days ago, Roland came here to pick the emerald lilies of the valley, right?" the girl asked.
The young man nodded wordlessly.
"Rise told me that fate is something that even the gods can't figure out. Now it seems that it is true. After walking around, I will finally return to the original starting point again." She began to narrate calmly, "When I came to Silver Moon Before entering the city, I had been living like a beast, and it was the city and its administrators that gave me wisdom, strength, and emotion. But... it was also this city that took away the only person I trusted at that time."
So, with that pleasant voice, the scars that Roland found from the ruins were uncovered again.
Assassination.
Assassinate without a trace.
Accurate and flawless assassinations and fake scenes.
Kanosa is a cruel and ruthless mage, so the narration is naturally cold, but at this moment, the girl's narration is actually colder than the mage's diary mixed with anxiety and suspicion. But the passing style is almost like reciting textbooks.
"When Fereldo is here, he will feel that there is nothing to worry about, but he can no longer visit me. So... I will make them pay the price." Shifan paused, observing the expression of the knight behind him, "At first, I just wanted to Destroyed the mage tower, but lost control in the end—perhaps due to the strong hatred, the sensitive prayer technique swallowed my will in turn—by the time I woke up, the entire city had been destroyed.”
"And then?" The questioner's eyes flickered.
"Later, I met Richer, found a place to live, someone I could talk to and trust, and I also understood some truths." The girl's gaze was fixed on the half-remained tower in the distance, "It's just..."
"The treatment of the residents of Manulin Town is only because I have that ability, not for the reason of 'redemption'." She suddenly emphasized so deliberately.
"I don't intend to use this kind of behavior to deceive myself. The trauma that has been caused can never be repaired." There is no regret in Shifan's voice, "And, if you feel remorse, it is tantamount to denying Fereldo And my own efforts. No matter how great the crime is, I have decided to try my best to survive no matter what, so as not to lose to the world that summoned me.”
Roland opened his mouth and tried to say something, but his eloquent brain went blank.
She is similar to the Dark Hawk who wants to destroy everything for the sake of hatred. But in fact they are different, you will feel that the similarity is only because you are a blank sheet of paper that has been erased
There is absolutely no resemblance, because the girl is stronger than she imagined.
The next moment, the girl's words interrupted his thoughts.
Shifan's soft body suddenly tensed up: "The enemy is coming."
Her eyes returned to the coldness of the past, this is the expression of entering the battle, the prayer man quickly opened the sand table between his hands, and examined the entire miniature model of Silvermoon City by the moonlight.
Yes, you have to survive first. Roland let his gaze pass over the girl's shoulders, and he was taken aback by the sight that came into his pupils.
"So many regular troops~!"
The knights of the Riddle Empire have already laid out layers of defenses around them, not only enclosing the entire ruins tightly, but also apparently continuing to increase their troops.
"It was only at two o'clock in the afternoon that we discovered the two teams of scouts. I didn't expect there to be so many now." There was a trace of regret in Shifan's tone, as if he was saying, "It would be great if I left immediately."
But the experienced tactical commander discovered at this time that the opponent did not intend to adopt crowd tactics. After the encirclement was completed, there was no tendency to shrink. There were only three small dots flying towards the target, just in the blink of an eye. , has reached a position close to the center of the sand table.
Is it an elite battle to avoid being mass-killed by prayers? Roland guessed. This is good, at least it can save a lot of trouble. The guardian of the end then quickly drew out the two-handed sword carried behind him, and pointed the icy edge washed by the moonlight to the opposite side of the street.
The first thing that jumped into the warrior's sight was that elegant and exquisite nightmare - Zephyris. After coordinating with Shifan's power, Roland can be sure that Yun Yao, who was born with the help of prayer, has completely surpassed the opponent's level. However, even so, when he saw that graceful figure, he still couldn't restrain his chest from suffocating.
Only this time, the female swordsman in front of her didn't show any murderous aura. On the contrary, she stopped at a distance of nearly fifty meters from her prey, standing side by side with another black-clothed black-clothed thief.
Then, the tall man holding the holy cross sword slowly walked over in the cold night. His face was paler than the moonlight, and his jewel-like pupils were shining with faint blood-colored light.
"Very good." A low, cold voice shook the air, "This time it can be definitely over."