unreliable adventure

The five people stood back to back in a circle, but the dragon did not intend to attack for a long time. The three dragons bowed their long necks like knights, and the leading dragon stepped forward slowly, and placed a small scroll on the ground. .

The scroll is not small to hold in the hand, but there are only two short lines on it: "My friend, to the Holy Light Cathedral." Signed RL.

I handed the scroll to the elf, expressing that I didn't mean to deceive: "Please tell, um, the board of directors, I still have some old debts to pay. After this matter is settled, we will talk to Theta as soon as possible."

"So the stories are all true," Gonzales said with a complex expression, "The legendary paladin, who fought off the plague undead army alone, even the five giant dragons are your allies. It is an honor to be with you... I Will tell Lorenzo the truth."

Wayne grabbed Gonzalez's arm to help him heal. When the phantom collapsed, his hand was cut by the magic crystal and bled a lot.Wayne said: "You all call yourself blue blood elves, I thought blood was really blue."

"Oh, they are all red. Because most of the elves have fair skin and the color of their veins looks bluish, so there is a saying of blue blood." Gonzalez rolled up his sleeves to show Wayne, unfortunately he is a regular Soldiers who are exposed to the sun have darker skin, and the veins cannot see any color.He lowered his eyelashes and smiled shyly.

Wayne said again: "Before I said a lot of bad things about elves, that's wrong. It's wrong to judge others by race. I mean, it's an honor to fight side by side with you." Wayne said before that the Golden Wing City Pride was divided into shares and sold at a low price, ridiculing a whole team of elves.

"Haha, people are poor and short-sighted, and Golden Wing City did sell its shares to Theta!" Gonzalez didn't take it seriously, and said generously: "Very powerful mocking technique."

Hastily dealt with the elf's injury.The dragon lowered its long neck, meaning to urge me on my way.I don't think it's polite to ride on the back of a dragon, but it's more appropriate to ask the dragon to hold us in its claws and fly over.

When the dragon held me, Wayne laughed and got into the other front paw of the dragon: "This way! It's much more exciting than riding an airship."

Really, there are four dragons in total, isn't it just right for one person to take one?If I insist on coming to join in the fun, I can't talk about him, so I have to bear it.

When the dragon was flying in the sky and the cold wind poured into the eardrums, I thought I could finally calm down for a while.Unexpectedly, Wayne said loudly again: "Hey, you have something on your mind!"

"no!"

"You used to get excited when you mentioned flying!"

Yeah?But now is not the time to talk about things, the dragon will hear it, through the dragon's ear, God knows who else will hear it.

I suddenly had a bad idea in my mind and said loudly: "Do you think Gonzalez is good-looking? That handsome elf!"

Wayne frowned quickly: "He is nice! What do you mean?"

"I have something on my mind. I think that elf is very handsome! Next time when I eat—and repair my body, how about doing it like him? Of course, the ears don't need to be pointed! Eyelashes don't need to be so excessive—"

"Sounds a little weird!"

"But I'm a weird undead!"

Wayne hammered the dragon's paw and laughed. The dragon shook dissatisfiedly. I felt a little proud. Unexpectedly, Wayne said: "It's a blessing to have a bereaved man as a boyfriend! Another day I will ask the elf for a gossip app Go, I heard that there are pictures of handsome guys of various races updated every day! Just follow the appearance inside, and don’t repeat the same every day! In this way, you can save yourself the trouble of cheating and kneeling on the washboard!”

Now it's my turn to be speechless, it's funny to think about it, and I've forgotten most of the original troubles.Until I saw the light of the cathedral in the distance.

"Are you sure? This is really the Holy Light Cathedral?" Wayne asked.

I am not sure.Two bronze statues of Titans knelt on one knee, and a temple of mercury rose up in the middle, flowing, trembling, and emitting a chilling light.The cathedral I remember was a stone building with a wooden spire, nothing special, not even tall and grand. 200 years have passed, and I can imagine that it has been destroyed or even rebuilt, but I would never have thought that it would become what it is today.

After landing, a deeper sense of oppression hit, the two kneeling statues of Titans should be cast to the same body, and the giant dragon's stature is relatively short.Even taller is the Temple of Mercury.The heavy mercury rushes to the sky driven by power, and the pillars, painted walls, flying buttresses and spires seem to be still flowing, seemingly eternal.The smooth and shining mercury is like distorted mirrors, reflecting everything in the world beyond recognition.

Before I walked into the gate of mercury, I made up my mind to say: "I have said many times that I am not Roland." I took out the scroll signed by RL and showed it to two Roland fans: "Inside the church This one may really be Roland."

"I knew it a long time ago." Wayne said in a pretended relaxed tone: "Roland gave you the sword, and you may have picked up the shield from his corpse."

I was choked up and didn't know what to say.

Wayne hesitated for a moment, and then continued: "Because of the Holy Light Conferring Ceremony, our hearts are connected. Even if I didn't understand it at the time, it is not difficult to figure it out later."

Francis added in a low voice: "Well, I already knew that, I asked the Tin Woodman..."

"But Roland is dead!" Glinda snapped up.

"If not, we'll make sure he dies."

Glinda nodded silently.My long-term tacit understanding with her does not need too many words.She took out one of Lady Midnight's snow-white maple daggers, very good.

The problem now is Wayne and Francis, and that sentence stuck in my throat, and I didn't know how to get it out.If Roland and I fight, who will they help?Especially Wayne, he's a paladin, and an honorable paladin wouldn't hesitate to stab me in the back.

"You don't trust me," Wayne seemed to read my expression: "I swear it doesn't seem to be useful, words are like wind. If Roland is really a black hand who abused the holy light, my sword will answer for me--Xiao Hei, I don't know who you are, you never want to tell, but in my heart..."

I interrupted his wind-like language before the atmosphere became unmanageable: "I don't want to change my name or surname. I have always been Blackwood, the tenth commander of the city legion, and a soldier in Roland's army. I and your The great hero Roland had a little relationship, but they broke up before reaching second base. What else do you want to know?"

Wayne lowered his head and straightened his shield without saying a word.

Francis took the tone quietly: "The so-called heroes in epics lie in the deeds of heroes, not in a certain name."