Chapter 695

Elizabeth seemed to have a long dream, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. She remembered that the battle priest and two ruling warriors led a team of paladins to protect themselves through the church, left shuitao town through the back door and away from the undeniable puppet monster.

They rode horned wolves to the nearest military town - Baishui fortress. There are not only the elite troops of Dodo Kingdom, but also the superior Cathedral of shuitao town church, and Duke Ludwig, the Golden Knight of Dodo Kingdom, is also in whitewater fortress.

When the horned wolf crossed a mountain, Elizabeth suddenly felt a cold attack. She worked hard to resist the abnormality of her body, but she lost consciousness after only one breath.

When she woke up again, it was dark all around. She couldn't see her fingers. Elizabeth was in a panic. She shouted loudly and no one answered. Finally, she couldn't help crying in the dark. When her mood calmed down a little, with tears in her eyes, she pulled out her long sword and carefully explored in the dark. Her two feet tried to walk in a straight line, and the blade was marked at her feet.

After walking for a long time, she didn't encounter anything except herself. Elizabeth sang and sang the hymn from beginning to end to inspire her courage and fight against the fear and despair brought by the darkness.

Finally, her voice became hoarse and the water in the water bag was drained. She could only recite silently in her heart:

"When all things are dark, only glory lasts forever."

This is the sacrifice belief of the clergy in the face of despair. Elizabeth only knew it before, but did not have a deep understanding. In the endless darkness, she recited over and over again, gradually calmed down, tears stopped flowing, and began to think about the real meaning of this sentence:

Where does the light come from when everything is dark?

If there is light, where will it guide me?

When thinking about questions, the answer will come, first from the thinker's inner hope. Under the dark curtain in the distance, a magnificent building came into Elizabeth's eyes.

It has a high bell tower, thick walls and statues in different shapes, which are placed on the square in front of the steps. Although its towering and thin strange appearance is different from any shining Cathedral, and the overall architectural style composed of pointed arch, rib vault and flying arch is full of mysterious, sad and noble temperament, Elizabeth recognized it as a shining cathedral at a glance.

She walked quickly through the central square full of statues, pools and gardens, climbed the white glazed rock steps, and Elizabeth knocked on the beautifully patterned gate.

"Is anyone there?"

With her voice, the closed door opened slowly, and Elizabeth entered without hesitation. In the deep of the open and towering hall, an angel is standing quietly outlined by light with different brightness and texture. His light is bright, which makes people unable to look directly, pure and warm, and makes people want to be closer. The angel holds a Holy Scripture in his left hand and a scepter in his right hand. Three pairs of holy wings cover less than half of the hall, rendering every artifact in the display with holy and dense brilliance.

"Mickle Myers!"

Elizabeth was so surprised that she threw away the long sword in front of her chest, walked quickly, knelt on one knee, clasped the fingers of her hands against her forehead, and recited: "the glorious angel of the holy first day, the eye of our Lord, the embodiment of holiness and wisdom, are you here to guide me?"

"What is sacred?" Michelle Myers's clear and indifferent voice fell in Elizabeth's ear.

Without thinking, the girl answered according to the standards of paladins: "holiness is bright, heroic, compassionate, wise and just."

"The trial begins... The son of the king of nightmares."

With the end of the voice, the first glorious Angel quickly faded, and the empty Cathedral fell into darkness again. Elizabeth was shocked to find that she was wearing armor, with a shield and a long sword in her hand. The surrounding environment seemed to have changed, and the cathedral disappeared inexplicably. Her body glowed from inside to outside, and she could see a distance of five meters. The smooth floor under her feet turned into a ground full of pebbles.

There was a rustling sound in the dark, as if a monster were approaching. Elizabeth was so nervous that she had no time to examine the changes in the environment around her. She held her breath, turned her fighting spirit, raised her shield in front of her, and pointed the sword at the source of the sound.

At the moment when Elizabeth raised her sword, the sound in the dark suddenly stopped. The cold and piercing killing opportunity was hidden in the silent air, and the feeling of danger was like essence.

A vague shadow flashed from Elizabeth's left position, which was the dead corner of the blade. It waved its arms to drive the air roaring, and a sharp cold hit the girl's neck, stimulating the contraction of pores on her neck.

The enemy sneaked into Elizabeth's dead corner and launched a fierce raid. Caught off guard, she almost instinctively patted the shield, turned her toes, exerted force on her right leg, and cut out the light of her sword.

Defend in attack and cut with the trend.

Elizabeth's hard-working combat skills played an amazing role at this time. There was no need to see or think about it. The shield beat the enemy horizontally and the long sword cut the enemy vertically. It was simple, effective and powerful.

"Poof"

The lock armour and the hard leather inner armour were torn open by something. Elizabeth felt cold on her back, then blood flowing out, and then a sharp pain.

The enemy moved too fast to avoid the girl's shield sweep and long sword cut, leaving a deep wound on her back, but he could not tear the key of her neck.

Elizabeth endured the pain, clenched her teeth and put on an offensive and defensive posture towards the darkness again.

The enemy's attack arrived as scheduled, Elizabeth's counterattack was still ineffective, and a deep bone wound was added to her left leg.

A few minutes later, the stubborn girl was bleeding all over and fell to the ground. The shield had been broken, and her hand still held the bright long sword tightly.

The shadow approached slowly, and Elizabeth saw her opponent. It is a giant wolf walking upright. Although it bears a wolf's head, it is obviously different from the Jackal who looks like a hyena and has a hunchback. It is well proportioned, 2.3m tall, with dark fur. Its body looks thin, but its muscle lines are unusually full. It seems that it is full of explosive power and extremely sensitive. Its hands, like human beings, have five fingers, sharp claws at the end, which have been dyed red by blood, and its dark eyes seem to have mysterious extraordinary power.

Elizabeth looked directly into the eyes of the black werewolf and felt bursts of shudders from her soul, as if she had fallen into the most terrible nightmare. She was caught in her heart by a rope called fear, but she couldn't move a finger to wake up.

As the nightmare monster gradually approached, the light around Elizabeth faded and faded, like a candle in the cold wind, shaky, as if it would go out in the next second, but the weak light firmly held the last distance.

The girl kept saying in her heart:

"When all things are dark, only light lasts forever... When all things are dark, only light lasts forever."

The monster couldn't move any further. It showed a humanized confused expression. It wondered why the weak prey refused to give up, but the next second, its eyes lit up a cruel and bloodthirsty red light and stretched out sharp claws to give a fatal blow to the dying opponent.

"The trial passed."

Light emerges, darkness recedes like a tide, terrible monsters disappear, and the towering and empty church hall reappears again. Elizabeth was inspired by the fighting spirit suppressed by the nightmare. She suddenly bounced 2 meters high from the floor. Then she was surprised to find that all the wounds on her body disappeared. Before she could ask questions, the archangel Michelle Meles composed of light pointed on her forehead, and suddenly there were three holy light runes and a set of strange martial arts forging methods in her mind.

Elizabeth sat up abruptly, and when she saw the green grass and the smell of fragrant flowers rushing into her nose, she couldn't help sneezing hard.

Two curious little faces were sprayed with saliva, three pairs of eyes looked at each other for a while, and then there were two children's screams.

"She's awake! The victims are awake."

Elizabeth found herself lying on an ox plow, surrounded by a group of armed men. As they gathered around, Elizabeth, who did not know the situation, reached for the long sword at her waist, but felt empty. She wanted to run and fight. She turned over and jumped off the plow. Her head felt dizzy and lay down feebly.

Exhaustion of fighting spirit... Elizabeth is no stranger to her weakness. She has received training in this field in the TESL family. She just wonders why she is exhausted of fighting spirit?

Are the church, the first shining angel and the black werewolf dreaming?

"Don't move. You've been sleeping for at least two days. You're very weak. You'd better continue to lie down." The slightly hoarse but magnetic female voice interrupted Elizabeth's thoughts and brought her back to reality from her confused state.

A young woman in a lock armour pushed away the people around her and came closer. She is tall and well proportioned, has beautiful facial features, has dark red hair, her full forehead sets off the high bridge of her nose, and her dark skin color gives people the impression of strength and wisdom. Her gray green eyes are clear and flexible, with a smile, and looks innocent and friendly.

Elizabeth saw a long scabbard sword in her hand and said, "that's my sword."

"Now it's mine." The red haired woman hid the long sword behind her, looked at Elizabeth with vigilance in her eyes, and immediately asked with a smile, "what's your name? How old are you? Why are you in trouble? Which mercenary regiment? What skills do you have?"

A series of questions stunned Elizabeth again, stunned for a moment, quietly turned her eyes and asked weakly, "where is this place? Who are you? I... why am I here?"

"This is the Wharton prairie... We are the fire lion mercenary regiment. I'm the Ranger octavel and the chief of the fire lion mercenary regiment." Holding a long sword, the young woman hugged her chest with both hands, smiled and said playfully, "little girl, I answered your question. Now it's your turn to tell me, who are you? Why are you in a coma in the depths of the Wharton prairie?"

Is this Wharton prairie?

Elizabeth couldn't figure out why she appeared on the Wharton prairie. She observed in the dark and believed that these people were an ordinary mercenary regiment. The young woman who claimed to be octavel might be an unnatural awakening trainee knight. But in terms of strength and status, the other party is far worse than himself. The strong man beside octaville, with a burly figure, coordinated movements and real eyes, vaguely brought a sense of oppression to Elizabeth. He should be the strongest of this small mercenary regiment.

However, Elizabeth is confident that she can easily defeat each other in her heyday. She is a senior trainee knight and can be promoted to a medium-level bronze Knight at any time.

Making a comparative judgment of the strength of both sides, Elizabeth left the cow to pull the plow and said with a condescending attitude: "I am very grateful to your excellency for rescuing me. I also appreciate the noble character of the fire lion mercenary Corps in rescuing the victims. I have written down your kindness and will give rich returns if there is a chance in the future."

She was a little silent, stretched out her hand and said, "I'm leaving now. Please give me back my sword?"

The mercenaries' curious, alert and friendly expressions suddenly changed, showing indifference and contempt. Octavel frowned, the hilt of the sword touched Elizabeth's nose and scolded: "Look, you are also a mercenary. Don't you know the rules? I, chief octavel, will teach you today... The mercenary group rescues the victims, and all the belongings of the victims belong to the rescuer... You think, if we don't care about you, when you are bitten by a beast, your belongings will not belong to us? We saved your life, and your belongings are mine now, including your skin A is also mine... If you want to take it back from me, you can either redeem it with money or work for us. I'll give it to you when I'm satisfied. If I'm not satisfied, don't even think about it. Little girl, do you understand? "

The head of the female mercenary talked a lot. Elizabeth was red in the face and said angrily, "I promise to give you a rich reward. I mean what I say... I, I'm actually a knight and noble."

The mercenaries looked at each other and burst out laughing.

"Ha ha, I'm a knight and noble..."

"Well, in fact, I am also a noble... Lord in the future, if you marry me as a wife, you will be the Lord's lady in the future."

"... she may have hurt her brain and her mind is not clear."

"Little girl, it's a felony to pretend to be an aristocrat. Apologize to the commander and ask her to take you to the ghost forest development point. You'll die if you stay on the prairie alone."

Octavel raised his left hand, stopped the sarcasm and kind persuasion of his subordinates, and said to the girl with a red face: "for your success in teasing me... Give her back her things and let her go... We continue on our way."

The travel bag, wool cloak, travel bag, water bag and Archer crossbow were thrown at Elizabeth's feet. Octavel saluted her, smiled and said, "may the merciful Lord of glory guide you out of the prairie... Good luck, dear Miss knight."

As the mercenaries drove the shorthorn away, Elizabeth looked back, lowered her head and whispered, "may the Supreme Lord bless you... Kind people, I swear I will repay you... If I can survive."

Deputy commander Theodore looked back, turned into a little girl and asked octaville, "Miss, let her stay alone in the prairie?"

"She is a kind child and is afraid to trouble us." Octavel smiled and said confidently, "don't worry about her. She'll follow."

"The young lady is wise and wise." Theodore flattered.

Octavel glanced at him and said proudly, "in the future, don't call me miss or adult... Call me 'head'... It's like the head of the mercenary regiment!"

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Elizabeth walked to the river in a daze. Up to now, she could not completely distinguish between dream and reality. The magnificent cathedral, the first glorious Angel Michelle Meyers, and the wolf monster like a nightmare were all too real. She remembered the Holy Light runes and a set of war techniques planted by the glorious angel for her.

Life experience reminds Elizabeth that it is a dream. The fragrance of the grassland, the fresh air, the gurgling sound of water, the rabbits and gophers in the grass, flesh and blood, and emotional mercenaries are the reality.

Elizabeth tried to connect the attack with the rescue by mercenaries. She didn't know what happened after she lost consciousness. She was worried that the powerful and evil wizard was still looking for her.

In order to avoid being implicated in the fire lion mercenary regiment, she can only face all dangers alone, just like the paladin of justice.

When she came to the river, Elizabeth knelt on the grass and took water from a sheepskin water bag. When she saw the reflection in the water, the water bag snapped, fell into the water and was washed away by the river.

Elizabeth did not bother to pick up the precious water bag, buried her whole head in the clear and cold river, rubbed the skin and hair on her face, reopened her eyes and saw the reflection of a strange and familiar girl.

Her facial features vaguely looked like Elizabeth's original appearance, but her skin was dark and rough, and her face was covered with freckles; her bright brown red hair turned golden and yellow, just like dry wheat straw, which was the most common mottled hair of civilians; the bright eyes symbolizing noble blood disappeared, and her eyes were ordinary brownish gray.

Elizabeth could not believe that this was her present appearance. She sat down on the grass and stared for a long time before she remembered to arouse her poor fighting spirit.

There was no problem with fighting spirit and element position. Why did I become so ugly? Was it... Princess Elizabeth Frederick thought of a possibility to surprise her, quickly half knelt on the ground, took in the ups and downs of emotion, and silently said:

"When all things are dark, only glory lasts forever."

She tried to visualize the first Rune passed to her by Michelle Meles. The original vague impression gradually became clear. With the deepening of visualization, the details of the rune were presented.

Elizabeth's fingertips burst out a faint light, weak but holy.

"Holy light! I can cast holy light!"

Holy light is the most basic priest divination. In addition to luminescence, it has no special extraordinary effect, but it can evolve into a higher priest divination.

Elizabeth cheered and soon frowned. She wanted to be a paladin rather than a priest.

"... try to visualize the second rune." She half knelt down again, full of expectation and uneasiness.

When the second Rune was visualized, a warm current gushed out of Elizabeth's body, and she felt that her exhausted fighting spirit was recovering.

"... I'm a paladin." Elizabeth looked at her rough hands and her eyes were blank. Her mood was not as happy as expected. Instead, she was sad, relieved, confused and complex emotions finally mixed into firm faith and noble sense of mission.

Illuminati is the most basic divine skill of paladins, which is between the priest's holy light skill and the paladin's heroic skill. In the initial stage, it has the effect of restoring energy and physical strength. It can evolve all divine skills of paladins, mainly to protect the soul from the serious erosion of void elements, supplemented by healing divine skills and strengthening divine skills. The silver paladin of divine skill level 4 temporarily has the combat power comparable to the Golden Knight, and the semi elemental body can receive divine skill treatment, so it has far more survival ability than ordinary knights.

Mastering the art of light indicates that the light mark in the blood is awakened and becomes a true Paladin. Elizabeth's situation is somewhat different. She inspires holy light and light, and the next Rune represents the bravery of the paladin.

Valor coordinates the strength and agility of paladins, weakens fear, transforms pain into anger controlled by paladins, and promotes spiritual activity. It is the source of strengthening and punishing divination, and runs through all the divine levels of paladins from beginning to end.

For trainee Knights like Elizabeth, heroism can greatly improve her combat effectiveness.

After confirming that the third Rune represents bravery, Elizabeth muttered: "Miracle... This is the miracle of our Lord... I understand that angel Michelle Myers, adhering to the will of the Lord, transferred me from the hands of the evil to the prairie, changed my image and taught me the true meaning of holiness. He chose me as his disciple and expected me to kill evil and protect the people... The descendant of the king of nightmares. No, the king of nightmares is the one that needs me to eradicate Devil! "

"Ha ha, I'm the student of the first glorious angel. I'm the paladin Elizabeth Frederick. I don't want to be queen sassanne." Elizabeth danced happily. Seeing the reflection on the river, she suddenly remembered that her water bag had just floated away. She took a few steps downstream, thought about it, and turned around to run in the direction of the departure of the fire lion mercenary Corps.

More than two hours later, the mercenaries heard Elizabeth's cry and looked back to see the mercenary girl calling herself a knight chasing after her.

Commander wil ordered the team to stop. Elizabeth staggered to the front and said breathlessly, "you... You walked too fast... I almost missed it. Give me some water to drink."

"Soon?" Weil looked at the short horned cow eating tender grass leisurely. Ha said with a smile, "you won't get lost? You can lose it even if the cow pulls such a big trace of the plow?"

Elizabeth returned the water bag to a female mercenary next to her. Regardless of the image, she wiped the corners of her mouth with her sleeve and said shyly, "I... I want to join you."

"Oh... Who are you?" Colonel Weil lengthened his tone and asked with a teasing expression.

Elizabeth, with a straight face, recounted what she had thought up on the way.

"My name is Mary. I'm 20 years old. I'm a mercenary. A few days ago, our mercenary regiment wanted to go to the ghost forest development point to pick up the task. On the way, I met jackals and bandits. My companion fought desperately... I was the only one who ran out."

The girl's eyes were red and her tears came down. Her sadness was not hypocrisy. I'm afraid the fighting priests and paladins who protected her had died. Moreover, she was determined to shoulder the sacred mission and accept the test of the first glorious angel as a mercenary. It was difficult to see her family and friends again in the future.

"Meet a jackal? Who are you lying to?" Panni, the secret assassin, mercilessly sarcastically said, "there is no blood on your leather armor and your sword hasn't pulled out its scabbard. Tell me, how did you break through the siege and get rid of the jackals?"

"... I, I don't know." Elizabeth wanted to argue, but she was speechless and had to bow her head in despair.

"All right." Octavel waved his hand generously, stopped his followers from continuing to blame the girl, took a step forward and said softly, "you're in trouble... But I want to say that you're lucky. I'm just a Ranger who is not afraid of trouble."

She paused, looked around at the mercenaries and said loudly, "no one is allowed to mention Mary's experience, otherwise..."

"I'll finish him myself." Theodore said calmly.

The grand commander of Weil nodded with satisfaction and turned to Elizabeth and said, "come and get to know oaktaweil, 18, the grand commander of the fire lion mercenary regiment and the legendary ranger of the future."

Looking at wile's sincere eyes, Elizabeth blurted out, "Mary, 20 years old, a fallen mercenary and a future Savior."

The mercenaries were silent and burst out laughing again.

"Do you want to learn medicine? Ruth is the best doctor in the regiment. You can worship her as a teacher." The chief smiled, pointed to the female soldier who had just handed the water bag and said.

"Yes, yes, I want to learn medicine." The girl nodded again and again, and unconsciously regarded Colonel Weier as her closest person.

"Mary, welcome to the fire lion mercenary regiment. In the future, you will be my sister and, well, my follower."

The team set off again. The mercenary girl Mary followed Weil, hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "commander, are you really only 18 years old?"

"Of course, I'm 18 years old."

"... doesn't look like it. Oh, I mean, I'm two years older than you. I can't be your sister."

"Mary, you're the wrong age." Colonel Weier corrected very seriously: "you are only 16 years old this year. You are my sister."

"Well, all right." Mary followed the good advice, accepted the big head's statement, and asked curiously, "sister weir, you are the big head. The scale of the fire lion mercenary regiment must be very large?"

Weil said proudly, "I have 24 mercenaries under my command, and the fire lion mercenary regiment is the second to none."

"24 people... It doesn't seem that there are many."

"What do you know? The mercenary regiment of 24 people is already great. When you arrive at the ghost forest development point, you will understand that we are a rare large mercenary regiment."

"Well, I trust sister will."

Theodore and others silently followed behind the two guys as if they didn't hear anything.