The forest on the border of the frosty country.

The time is close to the night, and the cold wind will bury all living creatures under the frost.

Sheyle and his army were very fortunate. There was no blizzard tonight, but some sparse little snow fell, and it was as quiet as the sacred offering of the Frosty Country.

"Don't you be trapped by the prince?"

Marshal Amt sat on the temporary bonfire and held a cup of warm wine that had just been heated. The wine seemed to be the fuel of the marshal. After this thing, the man like a giant bear can Energetic.

Sheyle is not very good at dealing with this kind of 'frozen man of the frosty country', especially the spirits handed over by Marshal Amt, which is too pungent to smell in Shel.

Does this country confuse the difference between alcohol and alcohol?

"I am a little tired." Sheyle nodded and said.

"It’s scary to be attacked by the ice dragon during the day. You should go to rest with your prince, and watch the night with me and my Southern Army."

Marshal Amt threw a piece of dry wood into the campfire.

"The ice dragon can't reach the underside of the canyon. At most, there are some monsters like Frostwolf and Snow Devil. Don't worry."

"Marshal Amt, you have to pay attention to your body."

Shear did not have too many resignations. He glanced at the injured leg of the marshal, and the part that was injured under the healing of the Holy Light magic has recovered a lot.

He left the burning place of the campfire and walked into a tent that only belonged to him.

When entering the tent, the smile on Sheer’s face disappeared instantly. He walked over to the bed and sat down, and opened the newsletter of the magic net.

There have been more than 130 messages between Shear and the people who passed the fire. The people in the news records told Shiyer that he did not want to believe anything anyway.

The conspiracy of the heresy of the Holy Communion.

"Blackwood forest fire incident."

Sheyle looked at the pictures sent by the people who passed the fire, which clearly recorded the evil deeds of the heresy in the black wood forest.

After browsing through the shocking pictures again, Sheyle opened the immovable library section of the Caster Forum and found a book called "The Heretic Judge Diary" with a response volume of 130,000 in the immovable library.

This is also recommended by the fire-fighting people to Shel, in this book a detailed introduction to the origins of the judges and the way this organization works.

Sheyle opened the first page of the book and began to read it. Reading books on Magic Online is a very special experience. He can always see other people's comments on this book.

Originally, Sheyel was reading this diary with the mentality of accessing the information, but a young nun described in the diary struggled to survive in the heresy trial and gradually became a cold-blooded killer, inexplicably grasping this. In the heart of the 'prince', he looked at him with patience.

As time passed quietly, the ‘Prince’ of this frosty country has been immersed in this dark and lonely diary.

Until the Frost Spirit drifted into the tent, squatting on Sheer's shoulder and making a slight sound. The cry of the Frost Spirit is a bit like a bell, letting Sheyle return from the diary. It’s gone.

“Has it been three hours?”

Sheil looked at the time in the lower right corner of the magic net. The time shown above is Nolan's. The country of Frost and Nolan has a three-hour time difference, so the time for the country of frost has reached a late night.

"But it's just fine."

Sheyle took note of the number of chapters he saw and then closed the magic net, touching the frosty spirit on his shoulder with his hand.

"What did you find abnormal?"

Two light spots appeared on the white light ball, and nodded like a human eye.

"..."

I got a positive answer from the Frost Spirit, and Sheer’s heart became very heavy.

Although the herestor's diary is described in the first-person perspective, Shearer can still see that there is a problem with this organization, and the judges are definitely not using the power of the light.

But at the moment, Shear is still not sure whether the people who are rumored are true, what is the relationship between the heresy and the state of the sacred religion, and whether there are these dangerous guys in their own army.

And now Shear will rely on his own eyes to personally confirm!

His consciousness gradually dissipated under the guidance of the Frost Spirit, and when Sheyle opened his eyes again, he was already in the snowfield of the canyon.

Sheer’s ability to receive the power of the Frost Spirit is to completely integrate his consciousness into the frost and snow around him.

Sheyel stood on the sky and glanced at the camp in the canyon. Except for a part of the vigil, the other soldiers had fallen asleep.

Under the guidance of the Frost Spirit, he was close to the tent where the priests of the Holy Land were stationed, and it was also the medical point of the entire army.

"Sleep safely, I have cured your wounds." The priests dressed in white comforted the wounded soldiers.

Shear, who turned into frost and snow, quietly drifted to the rear of the tent. When arriving at the tent in the corner, Sheier felt the magical enchantment.

But this can't affect Sheyle. A snowflake quietly drifted into the tent. Shelly saw the scenery inside the tent through the eyes of the snowflake.

The priest who treated the left leg of Marshal Amt in the tent during the day seemed to be arguing with a knight.

With the help of the Frost Spirit, the snowflake got heard, and Sheyle also heard what the priest said.

"Why don't you let the ice dragon kill all these guys! A breath! A breath is enough to kill hundreds of people, and you have to make an avalanche to push them into the canyon!" The priest loudly accused the knight.

What the priest said, let Sheyle directly lie there, he also recognized the armor of the knight, is the soldier of his second legion.

"At the bottom of the canyon inscribed by the magical ritual of the ceremony, we need living creatures as tributes." The knight's voice sounded very hoarse, not like the sound humans should have.

"What should I do now! The ethical plague that you are proud of has no effect at all! The great twelve princes of the country of Frost and Frost, Shayle, saved the entire army."

"It is the song of the elves that affects the integrity of the ceremony..." When the knight said it, the line of sight suddenly looked at the snow falling on the table.

Sheyle’s gaze was on the opposite side of the knight, and Sheyle felt that she had seen something horrible for a moment.

The mental sting caused Shayle to wake up from the bed, breathing fresh air, and the symptoms of tinnitus appeared again on Shear.

Ceremony, sacrifice, spiritual plague...

Sheyle hugged his head, and the back was completely soaked in sweat. After a brief meditation, he opened the newsletter of the fireman and edited a message and sent it.

‘What you said is true, my friends are really... Someone is disguised by the guy in the heresy. ’