unreliable adventure

The 21-year-old virgin boy Blackwood knelt down on the ground. He did not agree with many of Roland's actions. He decided not to mess with this crazy warmonger, but he never thought it would end like this.Roland lay there quietly, his blond hair and silver armor, his laughter and teeth, his afternoon pond, that was the little virgin's first love!

A knight patted Blackwood on the shoulder carefully and asked, "Do you still have light?" The knights ran out of light again.

Blackwood shook his hand vigorously, and a ray of light appeared in his palm, faint but firm.

The knights stretched out their hands one after another, without prayers, they just greedily absorbed the remaining light.

"You guys will save Roland, won't you? I heard that the Knights have a resurrection technique." Blackwood said something he couldn't believe.

"Before the undead catch up, we retreat separately, maybe we have a better chance." A paladin whispered.

The paladins didn't speak any more, they just turned around silently one by one.Before the medical officer left, he said worriedly: "Resurrection is a forbidden technique. Even if all the light spirits in the North are exhausted, it is not enough to resurrect a person. Now this is the case, you should let go." Archbishop of the Church, he presided over the famous reconciliation movement, as well as a series of moderate religious reforms, and has a high reputation.At this time, he was just one of the shameful deserters.

Blackwood shouted: "There is no good thing in the Knights!" The wind did not respond, and in the deepening twilight the black army of the undead surrounded him again, and a rusty arrow flew past his ear.

Blackwood roared and plunged the old sword into the soil, and the cracked ground burst out with flames, and the undead retreated silently. Suddenly, a beam of light shot up into the sky, as if tearing the sky, and the spirits of light roared from all directions.Blackwood must revive Roland!

The more and more light gathered, it has surpassed the setting sun struggling on the edge of the mountains.And the entire Northland, which was forcibly withdrawn from the power of light and spirit, was quickly submerged in shadow.Light elementals dislike logic, do not distinguish between good and evil, and only succumb to strong and sincere emotions.The light element is no longer warm, no longer bright, but ruthlessly extracting all the energy that can be extracted.In the swiftly falling shadows, the grass and trees withered and died, covered with blackness and hoarfrost.Blackwood must resurrect Roland, he doesn't care, no matter what price he pays.

The light exploded on Blackwood's palm and Roland's chest, and Roland suddenly opened his eyes: "Ah, Blackie, it's you!" Roland grinned like solid ice melting in spring.

"No, you're not Xiao Hei! Why did you become an undead!" His smile was covered with hoarfrost in an instant.

Blackwood wanted to open his mouth to distinguish, but his throat lost his voice. The black shadow of the undead seeped from Roland's chest into Blackwood's palm, and then flowed back to the heart along the black veins.Blackwood forcibly cast the curse against the sky, and he had already exhausted his anger and lost the ability to resist the plague.

Blackwood looked at his charred and rotten arms in a daze.

"Holy, how can I keep you!" Roland picked up the sword and stabbed it into the chest of his old lover Blackwood.

It was a desperate silent wail. Roland, who had lost his strength, could not be revived after all, and turned back into a cold corpse.The forcibly gathered light spirits soared into the sky and disappeared without a trace, covering the entire northern land in a century-old shadow.

Undead Blackwood drew his sword from his chest and staggered away.The vengeful army of undead stepped aside and did not stop him.This event came to be known as the Blight.

After 200 years, the Temple of Quicksilver, everything will come to an end.

"Look, what the great hero has done!" Mercury shaped Roland's figure, and quickly dyed it with color: "Now he is sanctimonious, it's not the one who accused me, I just want to get everything back on track..."

"Is it true? Xiao Hei." Wayne asked.

"It's true, the witches launched a curse of revenge, and the curse eventually turned into a plague that lasted for a hundred years because I abused the holy light."

"Now as long as Roland is killed, the plague will end?"

In fact, the plague has already ended, as long as no one interferes with it—I said loudly: "Yes!" It should not be considered a lie.

"So this is your plan, to die with that scum?"

In fact, this is not a plan.Of course, Glinda and I carefully calculated the various possibilities of ending the plague, but I didn't know that Roland had become what he is now.My dry heart was shaken, the throne of light scattered from my hand in an instant, Roland's light source fled away, I threw my sword and rushed forward, punching the ground with both hands, six icicles rose from the ripples of mercury together, forming a prism to surround a group of light elements.

"Don't talk nonsense, I won't last long!" As soon as I cast a spell, the distorted light elements will continuously draw my power, I don't know...

"Xiao Hei, tell me, if I kill you now, I can also ask Glinda to help you resurrect in the future, right?"

I was silent, the maple sword piercing the heart is to end the delusion, and there is no possibility of resurrection.Roland sneered.

Suddenly, a shadow surged up, I turned my head, and the witch Glinda appeared from the shadow, and picked up the wooden sword I had left behind.Blood wet her bright red robe: "I'm sorry, Xiao Hei." Glinda threw the wooden sword.

That moment seems very long, maple is a tree of sorrow, its red leaves are better than fire, its bones are as white as ashes, arbitrarily arbitrarily all delusions.I waited for the wooden sword to be inserted into the back of my heart, the blow would be very accurate, I couldn't move.But I heard the sound of crisp metal impact, Wayne rolled over, raised his shield to block the wooden sword.

"What are you doing!" I yelled.

Roland bent down to pick up the wooden sword, the light focused, and the wood instantly turned to ashes. The ashes passed through Roland's false palm, fell and fell into the quicksilver all over the place.

"Wayne...you should still have a maple sword."

Suddenly, a warm and firm light burst out around me, completely different from the cold light that filled the temple, and Wayne was aroused.

"Idiot, don't cast spells!"

"Trust me, just this once." Wayne tucked his wrist into mine.I hesitated to read his spellcasting log.His plan is simple and direct—similar to the principle of treating mana exhaustion. I exhausted the light energy of the Northland 200 years ago in order to revive Roland, and created this bunch of distorted light spirits that absorb energy everywhere. Now only one new The Holy Light Conferring Ceremony, use double energy to charge it up...

But where to get double energy?

"It's okay for us to work together!"

Roland's light source broke free from the blockade of the icicle prism, but it no longer ran away, but greedily absorbed Wayne's energy like an addict.This plan is too risky, let it go!I squeezed Wayne's hand tightly, and I also felt angry.

Roland laughed wildly and sang: "The light is mine, you are mine, and everything is mine!"

In fact, I am not confident that I have enough light, but those standing beside me, and those I hold tightly in my hands, are always full of strength, which makes me courageous.Mustering up the courage to face the madness and hatred of the people, facing one's own cowardice and persistence, the warm and firm light surged, and at that moment, it seemed that people really believed that everything would be fine.At that moment, there was no sound at all.It's over, Wayne nodded at me, and withdrew his sweaty left hand.

Mercury pouring down the ground is not used here as a rhetoric. The towering temple of mercury disappeared in an instant, together with Roland's upside-down dream.Old debts are paid.

Paladin Wayne stood in the middle of the empty altar with his head bowed.I was a little worried about him, so I reached out and patted his shoulder, but he just shrank away and muttered: "This is a mistake, it was wrong from the beginning."

It's no wonder Wayne is in a better mood after being fed so much black history of the knight order all at once.Deep down in my heart, I actually agree that the church should completely delete this period of history. Doing so at least gives people a chance to start over.At the moment, I'm just worried that Wayne's mana is exhausted, and his heart has been burning for too long.

"It's not time to be awkward!" Francis pointed to the sky: "There are four more dragons!"

Wayne silently raised one hand high and clenched it into a fist. The four dead dragons turned around and fell, disintegrating in the mid-air wind.This trick is really cool!

Of course, there is nothing shocking in principle, the corpses of the four dragons have lost their energy sources, and it is enough to pierce Xiangfeng—but the action is really cool!And looking at his steady casting, exhaustion and so on are totally my worries.Think about it two months ago, Wayne was still a rookie who couldn't resist after reading the cleansing technique a few more times. After I mentioned it a little bit, he became a powerful paladin in no time. Of course, the main reason is his high talent. , I have comprehended many tricks that I have never seen before, but my credit is still there.

I don't know my expression at that time, but Glinda said afterwards: "Young handsome guy is in a bad mood, Xiao Hei, don't be a nympho and hate others, come and treat me first!"

In the shadows, Glinda was attacked by a quicksilver arrow from Roland. She bled a lot and had symptoms of poisoning. Fortunately, timely treatment did not cause any serious problems.When I read the Healing Prayer to Glinda, I got a twitch in my hand, burned my fingers, and I was actually drained.After scribbling the prayer, I started worrying about Wayne again, who was still standing there with his head bowed.

I stood up on my hands on my knees, walked slowly to Wayne, and said cautiously, "Hey, the Tin Woodman..."

Wayne said suddenly, "Listen, I'm not a heartless Tin Woodman."

Really, he usually calls me "Little Black, Little Black" like the old witch Glinda, and I can bear it without mentioning seniority at all, but at this time he cares about the nickname of Tin Woodman.However, I didn't have time to complain... Wayne grabbed my shoulder and kissed me.

It was a terrible kiss, caught off guard, rude and crazy.However, it turned out to be so beautiful.

"Later, the princess defeated the evil prince and lived a happy life with the dragon." Many years later, the famous poet Francis sarcastically said when revising this novel: "If I were here, I would write the novel here." An ending, before the beautiful princess turns into a vicious queen and the prince turns back into a frog. Well, romance novels should have a happy ending."