Hearing this judgment, the bone maharaja was not surprised: "Are you worried?"

"Don't you worry?" Burris also followed the gaze of the Bone Maharaja. He couldn't see anything other than the fog. "Purgatory and the world are exile planes, and there is no connection between them. In this world, there are only a few artifacts that have been passed down from ancient times to the present that still have purgatory elements. The available range of those elements is very small and can only be used in the laboratory. It is impossible to diffuse to such a large range, let alone arouse the dead. ...The current situation is like there are living purgatory creatures hiding not far away, or a certain plane is thinly connected to purgatory..."

Lott stroked Burriss shoulder: "No, it's not that scary."

"Isn't it the kind of thin point you're looking for?"

"Of course not, what use is it for me to find purgatory? Purgatory creatures hate me more than the gods."

While speaking, he glanced at the mage next to him. Burris looked away anxiously, the eyelashes of the same color as his hair drooped and cast a small shadow, making the already blue lower eyelids darker and paler... Lot sighed sadly. How good Burris looked healthy and healthy a few days ago, and now he is as emaciated as black pine without makeup, which is really distressing.

"My dear," Lot said in the ear of the mage, "you are not afraid of the elements of purgatory, you are afraid of me. You are afraid that I have something to do with all of this."

Burris could not deny it, but only apologized: "I'm sorry, my lord."

"It's okay, I know exactly what you think. You trust me intellectually, but emotionally, it is unavoidable to be suspicious. This is all because I am too mysterious and too historical. If I am also a twenty-year-old young man, whatever you want You can see through me by looking up my details, but I am a demigod, an alien creature... When you look at others, you look at a toothbrush; when you look at me, you look at a toothbrush. Put your hair..."

The first is very serious, but the latter example confuses Burris: "What hair? What are you talking about?"

"You can see the hairstyle, but you can't tell how many hairs there are, and you can't tell if there are lice on the roots."

Burris raised his head and looked at the fortune line of the bone maharaja silently, unable to find words to respond for a while. Lott patted him on the shoulder again, and whispered, "Think of what I said at the prom. I won't hurt you."

After speaking, he turned to the horse, without giving Burris a chance to answer. The mage looked at his back and his head was empty for a while.

The team continues to advance. The closer you are to Eagle Falcon Castle, the denser the fog will be, and you will not be able to see the ridge on the road and the tail of the line by the carriage. Burris looked at the front of the team occasionally, and could only see a few shadowy people, but couldn't tell who they were.

This reminded him of the past.

When a similar situation happened last time, he was not in a soft-seater carriage, but a prison car; it was not fog but heavy snow that obscured the vision.

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In the rime forest more than sixty years ago.

Facing the Corpse Heart Shield Guard, the Templar knights were only briefly surprised, and soon recovered their calm. This team is worthy of being an elite team. They used clever positioning to confuse the construct so that it could not detect the real threat. When the right time was right, the two knights tacitly launched raids from different directions, one feinted from the front and the other from the side. Then it tripped with a chain hammer, and when the structure was unstable and fell down, the spears of other knights pierced its energy core together.

The leader of the detachment smiled with satisfaction, but Burris in the prison car pointed to a bush and screamed.

Another Bodyguard Shield appeared, just two or three steps behind a young knight. It waved a heavy chain, and the knight who was not able to dodge in the future overturned to the ground.

When the leader of the detachment ordered the realignment of the formation, the construct took a big step forward and kicked the fallen horse with a powerful foot. This action not only disrupted the formation of the Cavaliers, but also shocked two or three of the horses, and the scene was suddenly chaotic.

Amidst the chaotic hooves and neighing, a scream froze everyone's hearts.

The Corpse Heart Shield Guard took a big step forward and stomped the knight who had fallen off his horse. The knight's armor was deformed, his abdomen was squeezed horribly, and his upper and lower body were almost completely separated. The scream resounded through the forest.

The knights let out a roar of collapse. Just as they surrounded the structure with red eyes, another corpse-heart shield guard walked out of the dense forest on the other side of the formation.

It waved its upper limbs with huge spikes and rushed to the nearest knight-Manello, the outermost formation.

The clear and deep chanting sound rang, and Dunwei suddenly stopped moving. Manello looked at the prison car in surprise. Burris kept the spellcasting gesture and shouted to him: "I can only control one! Hurry up..."

Under the command of the detachment leader, the knights took some time to destroy the second shield guard and dealt with the third effortlessly. The rime forest became quiet, and probably the only living creatures nearby were also scared away by the battle.

Several knights gathered around their seriously injured teammates, trembling and chanting prayers.

Sadly, not only can no one survive, but no one can even die quickly in such a huge trauma.

The man groaned in pain, unable to say a complete sentence. Burris wanted to suggest that they simply give him a good time, but they would definitely not do it...

Never kill each other at any time, this is one of the rules of the Otarot Temple Knights. It is also life-saving to let a seriously injured person get rid of it as soon as possible, and obviously it is also absolutely forbidden.

Did Otarot himself really say that? Does He really feel that a good person should be tortured to death, instead of quickly returning to sleep? Seriously, Otarot...Does he really care about this?

Burris has read many books about miracles and the context of magic. Otarot is known as the **** of silence, the destination of the dead, and the light bearer in the eternal night. It is said that he will accept the souls of the dead, lead them to his kingdom, and return to eternal sleep... But if he even The wicked can be accepted. If people like Yylil can sleep in his arms, how can he blame you? Why don't you dare to help your friends end the pain earlier?

The moan weakened, but the man was not dead yet, he just couldn't move or make a sound. Burris could kill him from a distance, but he dared not do it.

A long sword came in from the railing and leaned against Burris' neck. The leader of the detachment looked at him coldly: "I said, no spells are allowed, and no spells are allowed under any circumstances."

Burris closed his eyes, trembling and apologizing. This is not pretending to be pitiful, he is really scared, not afraid of this sword, but afraid of these people.

Even if they do nothing, Burris will be terrified from the bottom of his heart.

I would rather kill more knights than to accept the help of a necromancer. I would rather let my friend die than send him away...Is this the same place I want to go with you? Will they give me a fair trial?

I do not believe.

The sword has not been retracted temporarily. The prison car was opened. Manello got in, carrying a pair of cold iron shackles. He cut Burris's hands behind his back and fastened his handcuffs, and whispered to the mage: "I know you want to help, but really... you really don't need to do this. It's better for us if you don't cast the spell, really ."

Burris played with him quietly, nodding no matter what he said.

"This is the first time," said the leader of the detachment outside the prison car. "Since you can control the golem, who knows what else you can do? We didn't use coercive means to control you in the first place. It was also because you had merit to offset the crime. Give you some respect. But if you don’t keep your promises, we can only treat you as an ordinary prisoner. Child, listen, this is the first time. If there is a second time, I will treat you like dangerous The spellcaster treats you like a murderer...In that case, you will probably never be able to cast spells again."

The knights are on the road again. The momentum of the wind and snow is unabated, and it is estimated that the three constructs will soon be buried... and the victim who is mutilated.

The view in the snowy woods is really bad. Before the team has gone far, people can no longer see the tragedy behind them.

Burris closed his eyes and watched the man's life with a silent and invisible spell. The knights couldn't tell that he was casting a spell, and this spell did not cause any harm to the outside world.

Using his pulse as a reference, the poor man finally died completely after about two minutes.

Strangely, his breathing was not gradually weakened, but was forcibly interrupted. At a certain moment, his breathing was still, his heart stopped beating, his mental power was frozen... his pain was over. He was taken away.

Burris opened his eyes and stared at the snow-filled path. Manello looked at him worriedly and knocked on the railing of the prison wagon.

"What's the matter?" Burris turned his head back in a daze.

"I still want to ask what happened to you just now," Manello said in a low voice, "Didn't I tell you very clearly? Why are you still doing spells?"

"If I don't do it, maybe you will die one or two more people."...maybe more than one or two.

The young knight frowned: "I understand what you think, but you don't understand our discipline. You admit that Yrel is a cruel villain, don't you admit that you have participated in his sinful acts? So now you He is a prisoner, not a free man. The prisoner must obey orders and cannot act according to his own judgment...until you are free. Understand?"

"I understand," the mage sneered, "this prisoner will cast spells to help you at all hesitating to disobey, so that your bravery and sacredness are greatly reduced...what a humiliation."

"I..." I didn't mean that-from the look on his face, Manello wanted to say that, but he couldn't say it. He can deny it, but he can't find another way to explain it. The young knight felt annoyed for a while, and he could only tell himself that if the temple silent prayers were here, they would be able to explain clearly.

After all, Manello is young, and he still wants to compete with his tongue: "Let's put it this way, if you are an innocent free mage, of course you can cast spells to help us, but you are now guilty..."

"May I be innocent?" Burris was surprised to find that he no longer shed tears.

Strangely enough, the dead knight had never known him, but the dead body burned in his mind, completely drying his tears.

"May I be innocent?" He repeated, "You meet a stranger and learn that he is studying necromancy. At this time, you have already convicted him. In some areas, study toxicology. People from otherworldly classics will also be convicted. There is no need for a judge, no high-level priest, or even anyone to issue accusations... When you look at him, what you see in your eyes is already a sinner. Lord Knight, you can't see free men, you can only see all kinds of sinners. Even among your fellow robes is no exception."

"What do you mean by this?"

Burris did not explain, but asked him: "Otarot will guide people to sleep and keep their souls from being trapped in the gap between life and death... Is he true to everyone? Is it true to sinners?"

Manello rejuvenated and was very happy to tell the doctrine to the necromancer: "Of course. It's just that the soul of a sinner needs to undergo cleansing and atonement in the domain of God before returning to the embrace of our Lord."

Burris asked again: "There are people dying every minute and every second in this world. There are so many people who cannot die well, and so many people who have regrets... Otarot needs to appease so much pain. Isn't he tired? Is it? What good is it for him to do this?"

Manello stroked the holy emblem on his chest: "My lord does not act for good, but because He cares. He cares about the pain of every soul."

"Do you all agree with Him?"

"Of course," said the knight proudly, "we use him as a beacon."

Burris leaned to the railing and leaned close to Manello: "He cares, but you don't. You rebelled against Him. You don't care about other people's pain, only if you are guilty."

Manello looked at the mage in shock, speechless for a while. This young apprentice mage could only cry and tremble just now, why is it now like a poisonous snake with fangs?

The knight said nothing. He was still walking next to the prison car, but deliberately looked away. Burris could see that he was not convinced, but angry. He must be very angry. It would be uncomfortable for anyone to be accused of this, not to mention that he could not find a way to justify.

Strangely, at this moment, Burris's heart suddenly became clear.

He once thought that he had lost his place of belonging and a future worth looking forward to, but it does not seem to be the case now. His retreat was indeed gone, but he saw the way to the front.

One day, you will only need to look at the beautiful scenery with your naked eyes, without having to judge others all the time.

There will always be such a day.