[Necromancer] Dark Throne

The cell was just a decoration for Wayne. After contacting the undead hunter, Wayne found that he had nothing to do for a while.

Xilin's defenses are extremely tight, and it is impossible to easily contact the hidden line in his hand. The whereabouts of the artifact must be a secret here. Is it possible for Roland to know?

Impossible, if he knows, he must know that the entire undead will be enraged, and the power to counterattack the world must be huge. They are not like people who were prepared for the battle of Sad Water River.

But if there is a chance, I still have to talk to him.

He suddenly turned his head and found a parchment scroll on the table, which was the information left by Andariel earlier.

He didn't take it away at the time, did he show it to me on purpose?

Wayne frowned slightly, stepped forward, and stretched out his hand to open it.

This is……

Journal?

He quickly flipped through the parchment diary, and found that the diary on the parchment paper was extremely simple, with only one sentence in a few days and months. It was written about some important things. The handwriting was elegant and beautiful, but the color was dim. Marriage proposal, my family is against it, but I don't care about it, I can give up everything, my father is also a human being, didn't my mother marry him back then, the pursuit of love by elves is like this, there are not many good men left, you have to use robbery , what date should I choose? It's really hard to choose...

...Ca Suo brought a wedding dress designed by himself in the royal tailor shop, so happy, so happy, this must be the most beautiful wedding dress in the world, and I will be the most beautiful bride...

...I'm two months pregnant, and Ka Suo must ask for leave to stay with me at home, but I was blown away by me. The task of the Holy See is so heavy. It's not that I can't take care of myself. I should think of a name first. My child is a boy. As far as Wayne is concerned, if it’s a girl, it’s better to be called Love, or Eve...

…Ven can walk and call me mom now, ha, remember, Ca Suo was very sad today, he hugged me and cried when he came back from church, but he didn’t tell me why, I always felt that something was wrong...

...Ca Suo said that he has something to leave. What kind of mission is it? It has been a month, and the saint of the church said that he would be Wayne's godmother. They...are they asking me to prepare?Ka Suo, my child and I are waiting for you...

...No, they brought back his ashes, I don't admit it, he just left us, he couldn't do that...

...This is not Ka Suo. There are actually two pieces of the same piece inside. There must be something wrong. Ka Suo is not dead! ...

…Suddenly there are black clouds of smoke in the sky. Is it going to rain? It’s scary. I smell the breath of death. Wayne is not afraid. Mom is a high-level elf ranger and will protect you...

...I found what Ka Suo left behind. I never imagined that there is such a deep shadow under the light. God, this is not a dark cloud, but a dark sky. I must leave. Human beings cannot live here for too long. ...

... I can't do it anymore, Wayne, I have already been sent away, Goddess of Nature bless him, I will wait here for Ka Suo to come back, he will definitely come back, Ka Suo, if there is an afterlife, I still want to be your bride...

By the time Wayne read this sentence, half of the back was torn off, and the tearing marks were very fresh.

It turns out that this body really has a quarter of elven blood, which is very troublesome.

What is the purpose of Andariel leaving this thing behind?

What will he do?

But he may be disappointed, this body is just a dead body, his soul has returned to the Styx, and now it is just a false life simulated by an artifact.

He put the diary back in its original place, and the magic mark on it was restored as it was. For a demilich, the opponent's tricks were as ridiculous as a clown.

There was a crisp knock on the door.

"Wayne." That was Roland's voice.

Wayne put down the diary in his hand and opened the door.

Behind them were Andariel and Roland. The blond-haired chief judge scanned the table with his eyes, unable to find the slightest content in his expression. He was calm and pious, completely a representative of justice.

"Is there something wrong?" Wayne made a gesture of inviting him in.

"You were acquitted." Andariel smiled, "It surprised you, your condolence allowance will be paid together with your salary next month."

"Shall I say thank you?" Wayne asked indifferently.

"You can thank Roland. If he hadn't proposed to convene the Supreme Council, the consensus would not be so easy to reach. You should thank him very much." Andariel seemed unable to hear the sarcasm in the other party's words.

"When will you leave?" Wayne didn't care, and he wasn't interested in getting entangled in such trivial matters.

"Now." Andariel patted the shoulder of the knight beside him, "He will personally pick you up..."

Wayne walked past him without squinting, without saying a word, and disappeared from sight in a blink of an eye.

"The person you're looking at has a lot of personality." Andariel said to Roland.

"What do you want to do?" Roland frowned.

"Now that you help him like this, he has been completely assigned to your faction and can only enter the camp of ascetic monks. The holy family will not trust him. Is this not good for you...my friend?"

"Don't do such silly things in the name of your friends, Andariel, I have no intention of interfering with your conspiracy, but please remember, as the shadow's trial lineage, the shadow's darkness is not evil, but to follow Light." Roland gave him a deep look, turned and left.

The chief judge didn't speak any more, but turned around and walked to the table. The hidden mark on the parchment was intact, which meant that no one had read it.

In my capacity, such an obvious hint that he doesn't even care about it... Is it arrogance, or is my heart so indifferent to the point of barrenness?

There is a problem with this chess...

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What's the first thing the average person does when they get out of prison?

Wayne didn't know, but Roland told him that the first thing to do was to go to the temple, and thank the Lord of Radiance for protecting us through this difficult time.

An elect of the undead god (the elect are part of the mortal believers who receive the power of the god and serve as the mortal representative of their god) to pray to the Lord of Radiance?

Just thinking about it, Wayne felt a chill behind him.

The Eternal Sleeper is not a god of the good camp. Although the Lord of Radiance is the king of the gods, his status is second only to the Creator, but if he kneels at the feet of the Lord of Radiance... that is enough to make the Eternal Sleeper ridiculed by the gods Last 1000 years.

But this is Xilin, and the altar of glory is scattered here. Every qualified believer will build one at home, ask for instructions early and report later, and piously praise the Lord of glory to it at least three times a day. Eternal peace of mind is boundless joy...

A jihadist who does not worship the Lord of Radiance... is as conspicuous as a dove among crows.

This kind of entanglement made Wayne feel a little dazed along the way.

There is no statue in the church, and what the believers worship is a beam of light in the center of the church. This light shoots down along the precision-built dome. Nothing will change.

Wayne stood under the light, bowed his head in silence, as if lost in thought.

"Vin, I know you haven't been a holy warrior for a long time, and ascetic monks don't require all believers to be fanatics." Roland walked to his side, "I'm sorry about what happened last time."

"It's not what happened last time." Wayne looked up at him, "You do what you should do."

"Then why..." Why are you unwilling to worship the Lord of Radiance?

"Did you see those civilians on the way here?"

"..."

"Women, old people, children, disabled people, and pregnant women work in the fields. They are extremely poor. They only have single-clothed bodies. In the cold wind of early spring, they turn the icy land. Pull out the weeds, dig out the gravel, and sow the seeds. Repeatedly Watching these actions... In the past 20 years, how many male humans have fallen in the abyss of the dead? The land in the western battlefield is barren, and one cart of grain is transported from the middle to the battlefield. At least six carts of grain will be consumed. Lord Saint Laurent, you can tell me about the war Is there any reason for you?" Wayne's tone was flat, but sharp to the point, "In the name of the Lord of Radiance, he enslaved the people and plundered money; he did everything possible to expand religion...Is this faith or blasphemy..."

Before he finished speaking, Roland covered his mouth with sweat profusely.

"Please don't talk about it." He looked around. Fortunately, people have been watching the selection of the saint recently, and there is no one here.

"If others heard this, they would go directly to the stake, and there would be no need for a trial meeting." After confirming that there was no one, Roland breathed a sigh of relief, "If you don't worship, you don't worship, so don't say these things again."

Wayne bowed his head in silence.

"Sorry..." Roland sighed slightly, "I haven't paid attention to the reason why the church went to war, because I just want to stay there."

"Undead Abyss?" Are you sick?That's not where humans should go.

"Correct."

"What's the reason?"

"Sorry, I don't want to say it." Roland rubbed his long hair, "You're tired too, I'll arrange a room for you, let's rest first."

Wayne knocked off his hand expressionlessly, turned and left.

Roland watched him go away with a smile, but felt a little disappointed in his heart. Does it look like he is even angry?

Wayne...

However, the paladin's memory didn't last long, and a shrill and wailing alarm suddenly sounded in the sky of the Holy City of Xilin.

For a time, the whole city boiled.

How many years have passed, and the holy city will sound such a legendary alarm.

Roland clearly felt the vigorous and pure power of death erupting in the center of the city. That kind of power was not inferior to his heroes at all. If he dared to feel that coming here, could it be the Necromancer?