Hearing this judgment, Lord Skeleton was not surprised: "Are you worried?"
"Aren't you worried?" Boris also followed the eyes of the Lord of Skeletons, he could not see anything other than the mist, "Purgatory and the human world are exiled planes, and there has been no connection between them for a long time. In this world, there are only a few magical artifacts handed down from ancient times that still contain purgatory elements. Those elements have a very small range of use and can only be used in laboratories. It is impossible to spread to such a large area, let alone awaken the dead. …The current situation seems to be that there are living purgatory creatures hiding not far away, or that there is a thin point of a plane connected to purgatory... "
Lot stroked Boris' shoulder: "No, it's not that scary."
"Isn't the plane you're looking for thinner than this?"
"Of course not, what's the use of me looking for purgatory, the purgatory creatures hate me more than the gods."
While speaking, he sneaked a glance at the mage beside him. Boris looked away worriedly, the eyelashes of the same color as his hair drooped and cast a small shadow, making the already blue lower eyelids darker, making his face paler... Lotte sighed sadly, and stepped forward Burris looks so healthy these days, and now he looks as haggard as a black pine without makeup, which is really distressing.
"Honey," Lot said in the mage's ear, "you are not afraid of the elements of purgatory, you are afraid of me. You are afraid that I have something to do with all this."
Burris couldn't deny it, just apologized: "I'm sorry, my lord."
"It's okay, I know exactly what you think. Intellectually you trust me, but emotionally you are inevitably suspicious. This is all because I am too mysterious and have too much history. If I am also a twenty-year-old youth, you can do whatever you want You can see through me by checking my background, but I am a demigod, an alien creature... When you look at others, it is like looking at a toothbrush; when you look at me, it is like looking at a toothbrush. hair… "
The front is still very serious, but the latter example makes Burris a little confused: "What hair? What are you talking about?"
"You can see the hairstyle, but you can't count how many hairs there are, and you can't see if there are lice at the roots."
Boris raised his head and looked at the hairline of the Skeleton Lord silently, unable to respond for a moment. Lott patted him on the shoulder again and whispered, "Think about what I said at the ball. I won't hurt you."
With that, he turned and mounted his horse, without giving Burris a chance to answer. The mage looked at his back, and his head went blank for a while.
The team keeps going. The closer we got to Falcon Castle, the thicker the fog was, and we couldn't see the field ridges from the road, and we couldn't see the tail of the team from the wagons. Burris occasionally looked towards the front of the team, and could only see a few shadowy people, but he couldn't tell who they were.
It reminded him of the old days.
The last time a similar situation happened, he was not riding in a soft-seat carriage, but a prison cart; it was not fog that obscured his vision, but heavy snow.
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In the rime forest more than sixty years ago.
Facing the Corpse Heart Shield Guards, the Temple Knights were only surprised for a short time, but quickly recovered their composure. This team is worthy of being an elite team. They used ingenious positioning to confuse the construct, making it unable to detect the real threat. When the time was right, the two knights tacitly launched a surprise attack from different directions, one feigned attack from the front, and the other from the side. Afterwards, he tripped with a chain hammer, and the moment the constructed body became unstable and fell down, the spears of the other knights pierced into its energy core.
The detachment leader smiled with satisfaction, but Burris in the prison car pointed at a bush and screamed.
Another Corpse Heart Shield appeared, two or three steps behind a young knight. It swung the heavy chain, and the knights who were unable to dodge in the future were overturned to the ground with their horses and men.
When the detachment leader ordered to regroup, the construct took a big step forward and kicked the fallen horse away with its powerful feet. This move not only disrupted the formation of the knights, but also frightened two or three of the horses, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.
Amidst the chaotic hoofbeats and neighing, a shrill scream froze everyone's hearts.
The Corpse Heart Shield Guard took a big step forward, and trampled on the knight who had fallen off his horse. The knight's armor was deformed, the abdomen was squeezed horribly, and the upper and lower body were almost completely separated. The screams resounded through the entire forest.
The knights let out a roar of collapse. Just as they were besieging the construct with red eyes, another corpse shield guard walked out of the dense forest on the other side of the formation.
It swung its huge spiked upper limbs, and rushed towards the knight closest to it—Manello, who was at the outermost edge of the formation.
The clear and deep sound of chanting a mantra sounded, and the shield guard suddenly stopped moving. Manello looked at the prison car in surprise, and Boris shouted at him while maintaining the spell-casting gesture: "I can only control one! Hurry up..."
Under the command of the detachment leader, the knights took some time to destroy the second shield guard, and dealt with the third without any difficulty. The rime forest fell silent, and probably the only living creatures nearby were also scared away by this battle.
Several knights surrounded their seriously injured teammates, tremblingly reciting prayers.
The sad thing is that not only did no one survive, but no one even died quickly amidst such a massive devastation.
The man groaned in pain, unable to utter a complete sentence. Burris was tempted to suggest that they just give him a good time, but they certainly wouldn't do it...
Do not kill each other at any time, this is one of the codes of the Otarot Temple Knights. It is also life-threatening to let a seriously injured person be freed as soon as possible, and it is obviously absolutely forbidden.
Did Otarot himself really say that? Does He really feel that a good man should be tortured to death instead of a quick sleep? Seriously, Otarot does he... really care about this
Burris had read quite a few books on the context of miracles and divine arts. Otarot is known as the god of silence, the home of the dead, and the lamp bearer in the eternal night. It is said that he will accept the souls of the dead, lead them to his kingdom, and return them to eternal sleep... However, if he even the wicked It can be accepted, if people like Yriel can sleep in His arms, how can He blame you? Why don't you dare to help your friend end the pain as soon as possible
The moans faded, but the man wasn't dead, he just couldn't move or make a sound. Boris had a way to kill him from a distance, but he didn't dare to do it.
A long sword protruded from the railing and rested on Burris' neck. The leader of the detachment looked at him coldly: "As I said, no spells are allowed, and no spells are allowed under any circumstances."
Burris closed his eyes, trembling and apologizing. This is not pretending to be pitiful, he is really afraid, not of the sword, but of these people.
Even if they didn't do anything, Burris would be terrified from the bottom of his heart.
I would rather kill more knights than accept the help of a necromancer, and I would rather make my friend's life worse than send him away happily... Is this the same place I want to go with you? Will they give me a fair trial
I do not believe.
The sword was not retracted for the time being. The prison van was opened. Manello slipped in, carrying a pair of cold iron shackles. He cuffed Burris's hands behind his back and whispered to the mage, "I know you want to help, but really... you really don't have to. We're better off if you don't cast spells, really. "
Boris quietly let him fiddle with it, no matter what he said, he just nodded.
"This is the first time," said the leader of the detachment outside the prison car. "Since you can cast spells to control the golem, who knows what else you can do? We didn't use coercive means to control you at the beginning, and it was because you deserved to pay for your crimes. We are willing to Give you some respect. But if you don't keep your promise, we can only treat you as an ordinary prisoner. Listen, kid, this is the first time. If there is a second time, I will treat you like a dangerous person Treat you like a spellcaster murderer... then you'll probably never be able to cast spells again."
The knights are on their way again. The wind and snow continued unabated, and it was estimated that the three constructs would soon be buried... and the mutilated victim.
The vision in the snowy woods was really poor. Before the team went far, people could no longer see the tragedy behind them.
Boris closed his eyes and watched the man's life with a silent and invisible magic. The knights could not see that he was casting a spell, and this spell did not cause any harm to the outside world.
The mage used his own pulse as a reference, and after about two minutes, the poor man finally died completely.
Oddly enough, instead of gradually weakening, his breathing was forcefully interrupted. For a moment, his breathing stopped, his heart stopped beating, and his mental power froze... His pain was over. He was taken.
Burris opened his eyes, staring at the snowy and foggy path. Manello looked at him worriedly, and knocked on the railing of the prison car.
"What's wrong?" Boris turned his head in a trance.
"I still want to ask you what happened just now," Manello said in a low voice, "Didn't I explain it clearly to you? Why are you still casting spells?"
"If I don't do it, maybe one or two more of you will die." ... maybe even more than one or two.
The young knight frowned: "I understand your thoughts, but you don't understand our discipline. You also admit that Yriel is a brutal villain? You also admit that you have participated in his crimes? So now you You are a prisoner, not a free man. A prisoner must obey orders and cannot act according to his own judgment...until you are free again. Understand?"
"I understand," the mage sneered, "this prisoner is willing to cast spells to help you even if he disobeys orders, which greatly compromises your bravery and sanctity... What a humiliation."
"I..." That's not what I meant—from the look on his face, Manello wanted to say that, but he couldn't. He could deny it, but could find no other way of explaining it. The young knight felt annoyed for a while, and he could only tell himself that if the silent prayers of the temple were here, they would be able to explain it clearly.
After all, Manello is young, and he still wants to compete with his tongue: "Let's put it this way, if you are an innocent free mage, of course you can cast spells to help us, but now you are guilty..."
"Is it possible that I am not guilty?" Burris was surprised to find that his tears had stopped.
Strange to say, the dead knight had never known him before, but the dead body was burning in his mind, completely drying up his tears.
"Can I be innocent?" he repeated. "When you meet a stranger and learn that he studied necromancy, you have already convicted him. In some areas, the study of toxicology People from otherworldly books will also be convicted. No judge, no high priest, no one even needs to issue charges... When you look at him, what you see in your eyes is already a sinner .Master Knight, you can’t see free people, you can only see all kinds of sinners. Even among your fellow robes.”
"What do you mean by that?"
Boris didn't explain, but asked him: "Otarot will guide people to sleep, so that their souls will not be trapped in the gap between life and death... Is he like this for everyone? Is it the same for sinners?"
Manello cheered up and was very happy to explain the teachings to the necromancer: "Of course. It's just that the souls of sinners need to undergo cleansing and atonement in God's Domain before returning to the embrace of our Lord."
Boris asked again: "In this world, people die every second, and there are so many people who die unhappily, and so many people who have regrets... Otarot needs to appease so much pain, won't He be tired? What good does it do him for him to do this?"
Manello touched the holy emblem on his chest with one hand: "My Lord does not act for the benefit, but because he cares. He cares about the pain of every soul."
"Do you all agree with him?"
"Of course," said the knight proudly, "we take him as our beacon."
Burris leaned to the railing and leaned close to Manello: "He cares, but you don't. You disobeyed Him. You don't care about the pain of others, you only care about your own guilt."
Manello looked at the mage in shock and was speechless for a moment. This young sorcerer apprentice could only cry and tremble just now, why is he like a poisonous snake baring its fangs now
The knight fell silent. He was still walking beside the prison car, but deliberately looked away. Burris could see that he was not persuaded, but angry. He must be very angry. Anyone who is accused like this will feel uncomfortable, not to mention that he can't find a way to justify.
Strangely, at this moment, Burris's heart suddenly became clear.
He once thought that he had lost the place he belonged to and the future worth looking forward to, but now it seems that this is not the case. His retreat was indeed lost, but he saw his way forward.
One day, you will only need to watch the beauty with your own eyes, and you will not have to judge others all the time.
There will always be such a day.