Chapter 362

"He? Isn't he in the wizard camp across the fjord 50 kilometers from the front line?

Spider Pope doubts said: "you want to find him, just go straight past, but I'm not sure you can go through the middle of those fjords, where there are the most ferocious wizard and their monster companions guarding."

Hoffa's spirit was immediately aroused, and after searching for a long time, he finally got useful information - Silby was fifty kilometers away.

He stood up. "Who is guarding the checkpoint?"

"That's the bloodthirsty Gemini, one of his most terrible men. So far, they have killed countless good hands of the church. "

Bloodthirsty Gemini?

Hoffa thought it was a terrible nickname.

"Thank you for your message," he said, leaning slightly back. "Have a nice day."

With that, he took Chloe and the unlocked password barrel, quickly retreated and left this strange room, for fear of staying in it for another second.

The Eight Legged spider Pope didn't stop him either, and let him take away the code barrel. Only after Hoffa closed the door, there was a suppressed and desperate laughter inside.

"Go... Go... Go... God will care for you... He will care for you... Ha ha ha ha..."

The laughter gave people goose bumps.

After leaving the spider Pope, the weird atmosphere gradually disappeared, and Hoffa rushed to the open space of the church. The dark sky is still snowing. He put aside the code lock and Silby for a while, holding the elf in his hands, and asked in a surprised whisper, "Chloe, how can you be by my side?"

"I've always been by your side and never left." Chloe sat on his hand and said gently, "the soul stone preserves my soul and makes me feel your heart more clearly. I've seen everything you do. It's really amazing."

She said sincerely.

Hoffa grinned, then scratched his head in embarrassment: "why didn't you come out before?"

With regard to Gregory VII, each generation of church people will awaken their own mysterious power at a specific stage, which we call revelation. For example, my revelation is time, Krishna's revelation is knowledge, Jesus' revelation is change, and Gregory VII's revelation is reality. Around him, all the unreal things will become reality, such as me. It was originally the soul, belonging to the void, but it had to become the entity in front of him.

After a pause, Chloe said:

"people in the church know that this power comes from God, so for them, pagans, that is, witches, can awaken strange power without faith, which is intolerable. This is also one of the important reasons why the church persecuted witches in the middle ages. "

Hoffa didn't care much about why the medieval church persecuted witches for such a long time. He just cared more about his friends. Holding Chloe in his hand, he worried and said, "don't you have this dream and you don't have it?"

"In theory, it is. "

Chloe looked at the sky, reached out and caught a snowflake the size of her own little hand," but I was more worried that Gregory's law power also affected the dream itself. "

"What do you mean?"

Chloe held the snowflake: "because of him in the dream, the dream you experience may not be a dream, but a reality."

...

Hoffa thought for a moment and immediately jumped up: "what, reality? So I was more than a thousand years ago? "

"It's just that it's possible."

Chloe wry smile: "but in fact, where you are, and in what form, no one knows, no one knows."

Hoffa closed his eyes and pondered. If it was a dream, it was too real. If it was reality, his power of time did not follow.

Maybe as the God of nightmare said, after he entered the second level of dream, everything became uncertain, it was more like quantum space, everything was chaotic and accidental.

After thinking about it for a while, he decided to stop thinking about these illusory things, and the most urgent thing was to find sylby immediately.

He uses the God of nightmares to drag the world into a dream, which must be to do something, otherwise this behavior will appear meaningless, he does not believe that guy will do meaningless things.

Hoffa put Chloe on his shoulder. Chloe, the elf, took the shawl on his shoulder, rolled himself around and breathed out a little white mist. Influenced by Gregory's materialization, she can feel the bitter cold of winter.

Not long after they walked out of the city wall, they stepped on the frozen Fjord, the 30 kilometer Bosporus Strait. Under the ice, the current is fast, the coast is steep, the west coast is Europe, the east coast is Asia.

Constantinople.

Hoffa learned the name of the city from the Pope. He turned around and looked at the watchtower on the hillside in the scattered flames behind him. He opened his eyes in the night. Under the tower was the wall of Theodosius built in the third century A.D.If the Pope is already hiding in this city.

Doesn't that mean that at this point in time, the wizard has driven the church out of Europe.

Hoffa is very sad. If this kind of thing really happened in the history of the world, if Silby really did it with one person's strength, then he can really be said to be Napoleon, Alexander, Caesar, and even greater than any wizard in history.

But such a guy, what is not satisfied with, why on earth to survive to the modern, still holding a breath refused to die.

He was puzzled.

After walking along the ice to the other bank, Hoffa stopped. It was not that he didn't want to walk, but that the ice under his feet made an unknown click. The heavy snow didn't seem to have fallen for a long time, and the temperature hadn't completely frozen the fjord to death. When he walked down, he would step into the sea.

He closed his eyes. When he opened them again, the ice in front of him broke. A five meter long black-and-white killer whale emerged from the sea. He touched the smooth and huge back of the killer whale. It emitted a stream of heat and made a pleasant sound in the night.

Hoffa sat on the back of the killer whale with his legs open. The killer whale took him and swam to the opposite bank quietly.

After a while, a huge black ship appeared on the frozen fjord. It was covered with ice and snow. On the mast where the black sails were stowed, several witches stood, and countless silver white fluorescent incantations were flying around the black ship.

Hoffa quickly ordered the orca to stop. He closed his eyes again. When he opened them, a closed helmet appeared on his head and an oxygen cylinder appeared behind him. Chloe on the shoulder is the same, but her oxygen bottle is much smaller than Hoffa's.

Plop.

Hoffa grabbed the back of the orca and dived into the sea.

On the black boat, several witches heard the sound of the water and looked at it, but only saw the ripples on the water, which were soon hidden by the snow.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

With the cold current, Hoffa lies on the back of the orca. Chloe grabs his ear and swims to the huge black boat.

Soon, the two, led by killer whales, came near the black boat. They quietly surfaced and the diving equipment disappeared.

Because of the night and the heavy snow, the people on the watch tower could not find Hoffa.

He rubbed his hands against the bulkhead of the black ship and let out a white mist. He skillfully closed his eyes and opened them. A telescopic periscope appeared in his hand. He put his eyes on the periscope and turned the shaft with his hand to make the periscope extend upward.

First of all, he came to the bottom floor of the black ship, where there was a crackling sound. As soon as the periscope turned, from the crack of the iron window, Hoffa saw that several prisoners of war were tied to the pillars at the bottom of the deck, and they were constantly tortured, bloody and screaming.

Pope Gregory is right. If these witches find out, they will be tortured cruelly.

Will Silby be among these people?

Hoffa looked around and thought that it was impossible for a guy in a high position like him to do such vulgar things as beating prisoners of war.

Then, the periscope continued to rise to the second floor of the cabin. Hoffa could see the bright orange candle in the cabin, some scattered and old oak barrels piled up, and several people were talking and laughing around there. The table in the cabin was low, strong and heavy, with a kind of gray black polished by years. On it were polished brass candlesticks and oil lamps. Most of the witches sitting around were wearing heavy dark leather robes.

Playing cards, they look relaxed and cheerful, in sharp contrast to the vigilance inside Constantinople.

It's the face of the winner.

Is Silby going to be in this group?

Still not, Hoffa felt that he kind of people, certainly not interested in playing cards. (he can't help but think of the happy time of racing in Casablanca with him, and thinks that he definitely likes more exciting activities)

the periscope continues to go up, and finally comes to the position of the captain's room and stops.

The environment here is much better than the two floors below, but it is more or less like a upstart. The floor was covered with beautiful woolen carpets, with beautiful crystal lamps hanging on the top, and piles of jewelry and gold and silver utensils scattered on the carpet.

There are two witches leaning on the luxurious carpet, drinking wine with gorgeous gold cups, eating barbecue and fruit. One of them is as fat as a bucket, the other is as thin as a bamboo pole.

Is sylby here?

Not at all.

However, the conversation between fat and thin attracted Hoffa's attention.

"After all these years, I'm about to make it."

The fat wizard poured the thin man a glass of wine.

The thin man grabbed the glass and asked, "DORO, what are you going to do after this battle?"

"Cough, how can we not go back to buy a piece of land, find hundreds of women to serve, and live the life of an aristocrat?" The fat man named Duoduo Luo said happily: "we've been living and dying for so many years, isn't it for this matter?""You're still the same. You haven't changed at all."

The thin man sipped his wine and sighed.

"Ha ha ha, what changes can people make?" The fat man said with a smile, "how about you? Tara, do you have a piece of land in the picture? "

"I don't want to go into seclusion," the thin wizard whispered. "I still want to follow Lord Spencer."

"What?" Fat man is very surprised, "how two at that time come out of time but say good together advance and retreat of ah."

"Don't you think Lord Spencer is worth following?"

Thin eyes jiongjiong looking at the fat man: "I live so many years, have never seen more attractive than him."

"I know, I know!"

The fat man said, "but he wants to be a king and an emperor. There are too many fawns like that. Think about it. It's your turn. You're a country wizard from Aquitaine. Just like me, you can take it when it's good."

"Are you so hopeless?"

The thin man suddenly put down his glass and got excited. "I'm the country Wizard of Aquitaine. That's right, but how can we learn little these years? Having been around Lord Spencer for so many years and waiting for the Empire to be established, can't I become a cabinet minister? "

The fat man was not happy. "Tara, you're a wizard. Don't learn Muggle. We have to build a castle, live in seclusion in the mountains, and inherit magic from generation to generation

"It's because there are too many people you think so that those Muggles can take advantage of it!" The skinny man became more and more angry. He pointed to the fat man's nose and said, "if it wasn't for Lord Spencer, we would still be wanted by the Witches of those churches."

"Yes... Yes... I am short-sighted, I am short-sighted, but who calls me such a person?"

Seeing the thin wizard getting more and more angry, the fat man quickly poured a glass of wine for the thin man, "forget it, don't talk about it, drink and drink. When the fjord is completely frozen to death, we'll command the army to rush through, and wait for the final victory."

Ding Dong, they touched the cup and drank together.

On the killer whale's back, Hoffa put away his periscope and began to think. There is no doubt that these two men should be the bloodthirsty Gemini in the previous Pope's words. However, according to his mind, these two people should be called wine loving Gemini. In just a few words, they drank two bottles of wine.

However, Hoffa also speculated a lot of information from their words. Listen to what they mean, the wizard army is ready to wait until the fjord is completely frozen, cross the Bosporus Strait, level Constantinople, and completely kill the church hiding in it.

In this way, the victory of the wizard war is just a matter of one or two days.

If the war is won and the wizard empire is established, then the wizard should be the one who rules the world, and Muggles will never be the one who rules the world.

So why is sylby still cursed? Why no one ever remembers him, when Hogwarts was founded, why the future wizard is still hiding in the shadow, what happened?