Chapter 769

Staring at the already cold bones, the pale dwarf sat down, his absent pupils were in a trance and gasped.

Lucian closed his mouth and curled up in a corner of the mine car; The oath knight, as always, held the "bright star" in his arms and bowed his head as if he were praying.

No one spoke.

The cold wind roared, and the mine car carrying four people was moving fast on the tracks of the underground tunnel.

The atmosphere of silence has dropped to zero.

Squatting against the guardrail of the carriage, the black haired wizard twitched the corners of his mouth and pressed the beating temples.

The body has not fully recovered from the battle with Brunhild. Using three large-scale Turin fires in a row is still too heavy for yourself.

"Lord Loren, are you all right?" the gray pupil looked at him anxiously and asked tentatively.

"It's all right. I'm still alive."

Jokingly, the black haired wizard turned his eyes to another corner: "Your Excellency Boris mikheilo?"

The dejected dwarf barely looked up and didn't seem to have completely recovered from the shock.

But Loren didn't let him go at all. Without waiting for his reaction, he directly asked, "when you came, you said, 'if you start at No. 43, No. 9 Road, we might go in the direction of...', what?"

Hearing this question, Lucian and the oath Knight couldn't help turning around and staring at the dwarf curled up in the corner.

At the same time, Boris, who was stared at by three people, twitched his cheeks and licked his chapped lips.

"Every mine in Yunling Kingdom has its purpose." the dwarf said silently:

"The ninth railway track is the first attempt of yinhelmet mountain... We dig the mine down deeply and keep going down. After the efforts of countless generations, we extend the mine to a deep enough level, and take this as the center to develop the underground mine network;"

"Most importantly, we found something different that time."

"We... Found the secret silver for the first time."

Accompanied by the roaring tracks and the roaring wind, the dwarf's heavy voice vibrated in their ears like a bell.

"... so." the steady voice of the oath Knight sounded, "along this track, we will enter the deepest place at the bottom of the silver helmet mountain... The end of the world?"

"So... Isn't that just the opposite of our destination?" the grey pupil stared in amazement, and his expression was full of surprise: "when can we capture the silver helmet mountain? The bain army outside can only last for two days at most!"

"On the contrary, this is the quickest way to get inside the fortress." the dwarf glanced at him, very indifferent:

"After the Mithril mine dried up completely, yinhelmet mountain still sent exploration teams to the pit. Therefore, a special channel was set up to allow us to avoid the surrounding pit area and directly reach the top layer of yinhelmet mountain fortress."

This answer satisfied Loren, although he still vaguely felt that there was something wrong with the other party.

The simplest and most direct reason - if it is so easy, how can the fascists who have controlled the silver helmet mountain fortress leave it to themselves without setting any traps?

But Boris... Doesn't seem to be lying at all.

Loren's insight and vision, which opened "beyond perception", are far beyond the normal category; After life and death again and again, especially after the war with brenhild, he has gradually mastered the skills of observing subtle movements and expression changes, and can even hear the changes of heart pulse and even blood flow.

At least for now, the dwarf did not try to hide or deceive himself.

"The Holy Blood potion, and them..."

The dwarf's face was miserably defeated, as if he had reached the extreme of fear, and his cheeks trembled under his beard: "the missionary of the Empire, the fascist in your mouth... What is his purpose?"

The solemn oath Knight looked at Loren, and the black haired wizard could only sigh heavily and nod slightly.

"Eboden... That is, the city of wizards, where the nine pointed star wizard tower is located, you may have heard of it." after seeing Boris's expression, Loren continued:

"There, fascists once did similar things. As a result, most of the city and the whole civilian area became slaughterhouses and altars for sacrificing evil gods!"

The dwarf's complexion was dull and his breathing was disordered. He didn't respond at all.

In the dark, the lonely mine car roared past the track, and the descent speed became faster.

"Why?" Boris clenched his teeth and stared like a brass bell. "Why did he do this?!"

"Because in eboden, there's something he wants."

The voice of the oath Knight sounded faintly: "Francis... He was dressed in the robe of a holy cross servant, but in his bones he was a wild dog chasing power and power; he could do anything to get what he wanted."

"There is no good, let alone evil; he can join hands with enemies with opposite positions, and he can also seem afraid to kill innocent people blocking his way... Everything is just 'he needs'."

On one side, Lucian closed his mouth and remembered the figure in a simple black robe who "helped" himself and Isaac in the Dragon King City.

Did he not kill himself because of "necessity"?

"I think this time, it should be no different." Loren said faintly, and his dark pupils looked at the dwarf: "he took all the trouble, and even used the Holy Blood potion to control the old mining area of silver helmet mountain. It must be for something."

"So it must be something very special; a paragraph of text, a book, a treasure... Very special enough to make him pay so much, not hesitate to cause a war!"

The voice fell, and the black haired wizard stared at the dwarf's expression, hoping to get a little clue from him to relieve his final confusion.

But the result disappointed him.

The thoughtful dwarf looked more confused than he did, and obviously knew nothing about it.

"Of course, this is just one of many guesses." aware that the atmosphere has become depressed again, Loren immediately began to change the topic: "it is also possible that fascism wants to weaken the empire with the help of the power of Yunling kingdom."

"He is already a wanted criminal of the church. Everyone yells at him in the Empire, so he can only hurt the empire through external forces."

"In order to weaken the saxophone Empire, it is necessary to set off a civil war in Yunling kingdom?" surprised Boris showed an unbelievable expression: "this missionary... How arrogant!"

"What does he regard the great Yunling kingdom as? Who does he think he is?!"

"I said, it's just my guess, or even just one of them." Lauren's eyes were calm and interrupted him faintly. "Not to mention the current situation... He has succeeded, hasn't he?"

The speechless dwarf blushed, but he was speechless.

No, that's not all.

With a slight sigh, Laurent's pupil reflected the crazy figure of Francis.

"... brenhild is only one part of my plan, not even the most critical; even if you stop me, you just let the truth continue to be concealed, and let this vain Empire and ordinary people continue to live in deception and lies..."

Francis, he is definitely not like himself, taking one step at a time; On the day he left the Dragon King City, he had... No, even before that, he had a comprehensive plan.

The bleak cold wind swept through the dark tunnel, and the mining car that was still going deep underground obviously began to slow down and was about to reach everyone's destination.

The car fell into silence again.

Until the grey pupil boy curled up in the corner tentatively stretched out his right hand and said with some uncertainty: "I think... The purpose of fascism may not be to weaken the Empire, or just weaken the Empire."

The dwarf and the oath Knight frowned slightly and looked at him with an inquiring expression.

Lauren raised his head, gave an encouraging look to Luther, who was still a little unsure, and motioned him to go on.

"Very simply, if the ultimate goal is to weaken the Empire, then fascists will not aim at the silver helmets, but at the cloud peak." Lucian said:

"The easiest way to control a region is to directly control the most powerful people in the region... Fascist can copy everything he has done in Bain and build a puppet regime belonging to him through heretical groups and holy blood potions."

"I even suspect that the Centaur has been controlled by him in this way before he makes the decision to give up the big boyling and fight to the death with Archduke Laslo Varna!"

The grey pupil became more and more excited. With his dignified and serious expression, Loren almost saw the shadow of EULI vilz, Archduke of ellemans:

"Francis, he doesn't just want to use it, but is afraid of Yunling kingdom!"

The dwarf Boris looked surprised, and the knight who had been silent suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had suddenly figured out something.

"Because the Yunling kingdom is not a centaur, nor a barbarian race as low as the giant monster, but a civilization that is very high and even beyond the Empire; but such a race has no faith, or even repels faith."

Lucian stared at Loren with a dumb voice: "whether a traitor to the church or not, fascists were at least followers of the Holy Cross or evil gods."

"In that case, he will have a heartfelt fear of this race that does not need faith or even repels faith!"

"Dang --!"

The metal sound of the runner hitting the baffle was extremely harsh in the dark pit.

The mine car stopped.

There was silence in the dark.

"Interesting guess."

With a bone chilling voice, it sounded from the darkness.

The shocked four turned back almost at the same time and looked behind them!

"Lucian... Well, it seems that it was a mistake not to kill you at the beginning; for someone who has reversed the trajectory of the world, your existence will only make everything worse."

What... The dark haired wizard's heart was cold and his pupils shrank suddenly.

"Lucian, get down!!!!!"

The voice didn't fall, but I felt the murderous spirit coming to my face.

"Poof --!"

Between lightning, stone and fire, the gray pupil lying on the rail widened his eyes in disbelief and stared at the strong figure with five heads floating in the air.

A dark shadow ran through the dwarf's invisible neck. At the moment of blood gushing, the helpless limbs were like fish on the chopping board, struggling... Struggling... Struggling... Finally hanging down powerlessly.

Boris mihalo, dead.

"First, he's useless..." the hoarse voice came, but he couldn't judge the direction of the sound source.

The expression of the dark haired wizard was hard to see. He kept scanning around in the dark.

Francis... Where is he?!

At this moment, Loren, who opened "beyond perception" and "spiritual horizon" at the same time, was shocked to find that he could not find the figure of fascism.

"Holy Cross, please let evil break up and let the holy light shine on the humble us..."

The indifferent oath Knight held his sword with one hand and roared and began to pray:

"If the future is vast, please give us blessings; if winter is coming, please give us strong..."

"Dang --!"

With a loud and piercing noise and a cracked fire, the knight of the oath was thrown upside down in the air; With a roar, he vomited blood and reluctantly supported his body with the "bright star" so as not to fall.

The next second, the thick black fog suddenly penetrated the oath Knight's chest, leaving a huge hole in the heart; The knight who had no time to resist was shocked and fell straight in a pool of blood.

"Second, I hate the dogs barking there, especially the wild dogs who are reluctant to give up and chase after them..."

With a cold hum, the cruel voice of fascism sounded again: "then, the third..."

"Loren!"

Looking at one fallen figure after another, the frightened gray pupil boy got up and jumped straight at the black haired wizard who was still standing in place.

"I told you to get down --!"

Loren, who knelt on one knee, suddenly roared and opened his backhand. The "force impact" of the magic array was aimed at the ground.

"Boom --!!"

As soon as he knelt down, Lucian only heard the roar of the hurricane, and everything around him was overturned in the raging waves.

The black haired wizard still knelt on one knee, and the gray blue sword was put in front of him at a distance of less than a palm, which could block the "black fog" that nearly pierced the face door.

"Loren Turin..."

With the voice of creepy words, fascism appeared from the darkness bit by bit.

Messy gray hair, ragged black robes and bloodless face - this skinny figure gave the black haired wizard a great sense of oppression: "you're in my way again."

"I don't want to boast about myself, but..." clenching his teeth, Lauren, pretending to be relaxed and comfortable, barely raised the corner of his mouth:

"That's my strength... Good afternoon, distinguished Lord Francis."