Shaman from Afar

In the early morning hours, the night sky of the Red Blood Fort hangs high, and the dawn that tears through the darkness is still not visible on the eastern horizon.

Or maybe ... this moment is the darkest moment of the day.

The fire in the cathedral still has no sign of ending, and even intensified, from the original several places into a sea of ​​fire, covering the entire cathedral and surrounding houses in it.

Charlotte Turin, who stood by the sword, silently stared at the burning cathedral in front of her, as if she wanted to engrave the sight in her heart and engrave in the deepest part of her soul.

As the Lord of the Red Blood Fort, he sat and watched the Bain Cathedral being destroyed by the heretics. This stain, which had never happened to the Turin masters in the past, appeared on his body.

What a loss of face?

How would the knights of Byrne evaluate themselves, and how would the children of the Turin family one hundred years later evaluate themselves?

Clenching the sword hilt in his hand, the pale-faced Charlotte exhaled deeply.

"Earl ..." Charles, who was in a hurry, came behind Charlotte, and his eyes could not hide the tiredness: "Now it's getting late, you should go back to the palace first ..."

"How's the situation?" Charlotte, with her sword eyebrows raised, is still as majestic as ever, but the same exhausted voice is also slightly emboldened: "Are the priests and nuns of the cathedral installed?"

"Most of them were temporarily housed in the Red Blood Fort Palace, and a few were injured to let them find a place to temporarily cultivate for a while." Charles replied unhurriedly, sighing slightly:

"As for the rest, only after the fire in the cathedral has weakened a little bit, then think of a way and send people to search and rescue."

Charlotte nodded slightly, but she also understood that "search and rescue" in Charles's mouth was just a euphemism for "collecting corpses"-after the raid and the fire, the possibility of someone living in the entire cathedral was absolutely minimal; even if Yes, even in such a desperate situation, I am afraid that I have already found a way to break myself.

"The Archbishop, did anyone find the Archbishop?"

"Archbishop ... A priest claimed to hear the Archbishop praying at the altar before he escaped." Charles nodded slightly. "I am afraid that he has returned to the arms of the Holy Cross now."

Charlotte nodded in character and said nothing-don't even think about it. After this matter is over, the Turin family will face the most severe reproach of the annoyed Holy Cross Church.

Of course, compared with the problems she is facing now, the church's blame can only be classified as trivial, and it has nothing to do with trivial matters, which are only issues to be considered in the future.

"Then ... What about Loren Turin, did he have any news?" The countess groaned, her eyes dodged a little.

"I'm sorry, but according to the information I got, I am afraid that Lord Loren is still in the cathedral." Butler of the Red Blood Castle said very tactfully: "As for the current situation ... it should be unknown life and death."

Unknown life and death ...

The Countess who heard this answer made her expression calmer as much as possible, and pretended to say indifferently: "Really, what do I need to know about the situation of the Red Blood Fort?"

"Right now, the city is not very stable; although several Red Blood Fort nobles who have participated in heretics and rebellion have been eliminated as much as possible, there are still a lot of fish that have missed the net; I am afraid they have ..."

At this moment, a noisy cries and footsteps came from behind the countess. At the end of the street, dozens of wielding weapons and torches could be seen waving and dancing.

They wore armor in different styles. The weapons in their hands were almost anything but torches. They even included kitchen knives in the kitchen and rake-and-pull flail.

This group of people is in a panic pace and a messy formation. Except for the dozens of people in the front who are still "tidy in the queue", almost all the rest can only barely keep up; it is doubtful if there is a torch and a few old shabby tail Qi, are they still able to run from the other side of the street?

Looking at the posture of this group of people, even the recruited peasants and soldiers in the Red Blood Fort countryside are more like an army than they are.

"They ... is this a riot?" Charlotte did not hide the contempt in the corner of his eyes, and his expression was like looking at a group of ants: "Prepare to overthrow my sinful Earl of Red Blood Castle by the opportunity of the army martial law in the walls?"

"I'm afraid that's the case, Lord Earl." The gray pupil on the side pulled out his swords, and also showed a sneered sneer: "What are you going to do with them?"

"you still need to ask?"

Charlotte snorted: "Charles, you take someone to take care of the cathedral's search and rescue work-Loren Turin, I want to see people alive, I want to see a dead body, I have to find this guy anyway, burn it to ashes Also bring me in the box! "

"As for these deceived perpetrators ... in the name of the Earl of Red Blood Castle, in the name of Turin, no one stays!"

……………………………………

The flames dispersed, leaving only smoke.

Brenhild lowered his head silently ... Dragontooth shattered the gorgeous armor, penetrating her body from the position of her lower abdomen, and the blood-stained silver spear pointed from the back of the waist.

The slender body shivered slightly, and she slowly raised her eyebrows; the star sword in her left hand was deadly stuck on the shoulder of the black-haired wizard, and the spiral spear that should have also penetrated Loren's body was at the last minute. He avoided the point.

Relying on is a little "hovering curse."

The tight frown showed her pain at the moment, but there wasn't much struggling on Brunnhild's face. It seemed relieved that she was finally relieved; as if ... no, this was the ending she was expecting.

"Loren Turin, congratulations ... You passed this trial that belongs to you." Brunnhilde spoke slowly, his voice very soft.

"Actually, if you want to, you still have a chance to kill me." The black-haired wizard smiled at himself and couldn't help coughing up blood: "I don't think a little 'hovering curse' can really deflect the female. Martial God's edge. "

"It's not important, what matters is that you are positively ... defeated me in an upright manner." Brunnhild said softly: "It's worthy of ... the fetters of fate."

"Don't praise me like that, I will be proud." Loren took a sigh of relief and shrugged his shoulders indifferently: "The Valkyrie's personal praise ... Shouldn't it be easy for ordinary people to get it?"

Slightly stunned, Brenhild suddenly smiled:

"You ... are actually not children of Roland, right?"

Loren shuddered violently.

"You and he are completely two kinds of people-although there are similarities, there is hardly anything really the same; it is really always self-centered, and it always says something strange, and always feels that it is different from others. Similarly, the guy who should be the protagonist of a legend. "

"Yes, that guy is a real fool, but he can't help but want to protect him, believe his fool."

The mood of the dark-haired wizard was a little complicated, and his throat twitched: "I'm sorry ... I lied to you ~ www.readwn.com ~ Why should I apologize?" Brunnhild chuckled lightly: "Smart little guy ... I noticed it from the beginning, right? "

After hesitating a little, Loren nodded.

That ’s right, he found ... The Valkyrie, who seemed invincible in front of him, had already lost most of his strength. The two weapons that she used to maintain her might have been doing her best. It is impossible to maintain a long period of positive high intensity fighting.

So the seemingly mortal front is her most vulnerable side.

"Smart, sensible, calm, unmoved by the things in front of you, but you can stick to your heart ... You are the kind of person who is completely opposite to Roland, maybe he can't do things, you will have the opportunity to do and say Uncertain. "Brunhild, with a soft look, sighed:

"Go strong and become stronger than we used to be, and then break the destiny that was originally destined ... I'm sorry, but I can only help you so much."

"The next road will require you and your partners to go ... I hope it will be a little different from ours."

Loren nodded solemnly, staring at the standing knight in front of him.

"Take care, and ..." Brenhild stared at him, his eyes suddenly becoming dignified:

"Be sure, beware of Asriel!"

This is the last sentence of "Black Duke" Roland's best friend, "Valkyrie" Brunnhild stayed in this world.

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