Age of Heroes, ten consecutive guarantees

Strange object·The Well of Desolation.

This strange object is rumored to be a treasure from the ancient high elves.

It is one of the original three moon wells.

In the distant past, the goddess of hunting, representing the moon, once dug three wells, and these three wells became sacred objects to the high elves. The water flowing out of the wells was both the water blessed by the goddess and the moonlight itself.

But later the moon wells dried up, two of them disappeared into history, and the only remaining well became withered and could no longer flow any moon spring water.

However, its remaining mystery is still preserved. As long as enough magic is poured into the wellhead, it can be blessed again.

It was a blessing from the goddess of hunting. The projection of the moon reflected in the well. Under the desolate moonlight, everything could not be interfered by external forces.

The function of the Well of Desolation is not to kill, its function is to protect oneself.

After the Vampires acquired this Well of Desolation, it was not used for many years.

It is rumored that vampires can "atomize" and avoid all harm by transforming themselves into mist. This is actually a rumor, but it is not completely unfounded.

In history, in order to preserve the vampire demigods, they used self-sacrifice to let the desolate moonlight shine on the land of Romania for nearly half a century, allowing it to avoid the most tragic event in the demigod war. a stage.

Peggy used her own blood and magic power as a sacrifice to control the moonlight within the smallest range, turning herself into white mist, avoiding all interference from the outside world.

She persisted in this way for nearly a month. The soul of the vampire was in the blood. Such continuous bleeding made her soul and will like a candle that was about to burn out.

But they all persisted to this point.

She would rather burn herself to ashes than bow to the person behind her.

"You're going to keep insisting? But it's pointless."

"I might as well tell you bluntly that the person you place high hopes on has completely fallen into my trap."

The woman's voice coming from the darkness was indifferent, with a hint of arrogance and showoff.

"No one can help you."

"No one will come to save you."

"You have always been in my hand, unable to fly without wings!"

She raised her hand, holding Peggy in her palm from a distance, as if holding the moonlight.

"However, although no one can save you, at least I will remember you."

"No more time to waste, Peggy Frankimir."

"If you continue to burn alone like this, who can you show the last remaining light?"

In the past, these words would not have been enough to shake Paige's spirit.

But she was running out of gas.

Even though she had thought about never compromising at the last moment, the fatigue deep in her heart had already pushed her spirit beyond its limit. Like a broken bicycle, during the stumbling journey, every time she stepped on the pedal, the chain might break. Broken, axle snapped.

She was on the verge of falling apart.

Despair will be the last weight that drags her into the deep sea.

Paige placed almost all her hopes on her friends, hoping that someone would come to save her and find out the truth.

But she also knew very well how slim this hope was. How could Angelica and Frederica be the opponents of the femme fatale in front of her? Thinking about that scene, it was like "I'm going to fight." A recreation of the joke of the century.

"Yeah……"

Paige murmured: "Is that so... As expected, she is not your opponent."

The result was already expected, without too many surprises.

The moonlight became dim.

The moon in the Well of Desolation becomes more broken.

The aperture closed, and the figure standing on the edge was bathed in darkness. He took two steps closer and stood on the edge of the moonlight, constantly compressing the living space.

The murderer smiled slightly.

She felt that she was very close to success.

"I have to admit that the helper you chose is a smart man."

"It is true, but it is precisely because of being smart that people will be overconfident in their own discoveries and inferences, almost arrogant."

"Most smart people are conceited and arrogant. Sometimes to mislead them, all it takes is a gentle word, an action, and a look."

"Then they will be convinced of the conclusion they have come to, but they don't know it is just a trap."

Paige's breathing became weaker and weaker, and the moonlight in her eyes became darker and darker.

The murderer took a few steps closer again, staring at the moonlight that was about to be completely shattered in the Well of Desolation.

Close.

Closer.

As long as we can get there...

She licked her lips silently and continued to press: "He is very good, but it is a pity that good people are always blinded by a leaf... So, he will not come, and your waiting is meaningless..."

At this time, the broken moonlight suddenly solidified.

In the desolate moonlight, Peggy held the sword. She slowly turned her head, raised her eyes, and looked in the direction of the murderer.

The flame in his eyes that was about to go out was ignited again.

"……he?"

The girl asked in a low voice.

In Roman, the pronunciations of he and she are different, and the difference can be clearly heard.

But Peggy was very sure that her letter was only sent to her roommates, and there was absolutely no one of the opposite sex in it.

This subtle mistake turned into contradictory doubts, which surrounded Paige and restrained her heart from falling into the abyss of despair, just like a rock climber grasping something that should not be there. A branch could not help but cast a gaze at the cliff.

"who is he?"

The murderer was stunned.

After being stunned for a moment, she quickly realized that she had made a mistake.

I also preconceivedly believed Bai Yu's words and believed that he was the helper and detective that Peggy had hired.

But Peggy didn't know his existence at all, let alone that there would be a young man who had traveled against the current for five hundred years and followed the torrent of fate.

The murderer's eyes flickered, trying to get past this short fallacy.

No matter who Bai Yu is, it doesn't matter to her. What matters is that she won. He has been misled.

But don't wait for the murderer to speak.

The desolate moonlight gathered on Paige's shoulders again. She raised her cheek and stared silently in the direction of the murderer.

She suddenly spoke.

"I see."

"It turns out that the anxious person..."

"It's you."

Peggy stared at the murderer, her weak expression revealing a touch of ridicule: "You tried to shake me, but this only exposed your own wavering."

The murderer narrowed his eyes: "It's just a simple fallacy, but you are trying to bet your hope on it, but what's the point?"

"No one will come to save you."

"Not today, not tomorrow, and not the day after tomorrow... You will wither here. Whether you drain your last drop of blood or burn all your magic power and turn it into ashes, the ending will be the same."

The same words fell into my ears.

This time, Paige had no time to pay attention to the murderer's arguments.

But asked quietly.

"The person you're talking about."

"...Is it Mr. Bai?"

The murderer didn't respond. His body was bathed in darkness, like a ghost without breathing or heartbeat.

Peggy's face was even paler than Li Gui's.

Silence is also an answer.

She also somehow guessed that the person should be Mr. Bai.

Perhaps it was because during the time when she was studying at the Royal Academy, in her not-so-long life.

Apart from the people in the dormitory, only the Oriental man left the deepest impression on him.

"Peggy Frankimir..." The murderer lost his last patience: "You will die here and will not be remembered by anyone."

"Really?" Paige asked.

"You will die here." The murderer repeated it again, not as a statement, but as a kind of cold resentment with gritted teeth.

"Yeah?"

The same two words sounded again.

But the direction it came from was completely opposite.

Empty, empty, empty——!

Amidst the not dull echo, warm light that was completely opposite to the pale and cold moonlight fell on the dark room.

The light falls on the steps, as if paving a path made of concentrated light.

The road stretched straight ahead, and the black-haired young man walked with his backlight.

The light illuminated from behind him, so the shadow stretched very long, like a sharp sword, piercing the darkness, cutting the darkness into two parts.

Bai Yu moved her wrists and walked into this dark place.

Without any hint of joking, he raised his hand, patted his shoulder gently, and swept away the insignificant dust.

Behind us along the way, on the invisible paths, blood was flowing and the dead were wailing.

"go on."

He said calmly: "I'm listening."