In the end, they set out together, came to the castle, and looked at the golden sculpture. York was about to step in, but was stopped by Uriel.

“They are alive.”

"Then break them."

"And let Nickles end the battle?"

The mercenary withdrew his feet and said angrily: "What are you going to do? Is there any other way here?"

"Did you see it? The sky is changing." Uriel pointed to the night sky. "The stars are moving." He could identify the Harp and the Star of the Star. Uriel didn't know if the star arrangement in the Knoxri world was the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Knoxri - no one told him astronomy knowledge. But Joey once told him that the brightest part in the north was the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Star of the Sword, symbolizing the change of destiny.

Now the signs are getting closer.

"We're moving?" York also discovered it.

"It was Kamaria moving. Ms. Olola said that Kamaria was pushed under the Morris Mountains a thousand years ago, and it was not there originally."

"Then is going to return to its original location now?" The adventurer understood a little, "It seems that this is also a ritual need. Moons are all real projections of the caster with the Broken Moon. Such a mysterious place must have a designated location. It should be directly below the Broken Moon at midnight."

"The broken moon rises north and falls south." Ulier added, "Looking at the distance of the stars, we still have time and have time to think about ways to save people."

He seemed to be completely cheering up. "If we don't fight them head-on, there might be a chance."

York couldn't bear to pour cold water on him: "To be honest, calmness is a burden to me. Sometimes I have the courage to act without thinking." The orange-faced man rubbed his chin, "When I was on Heckley Street, if I thought for a second, I might not have the courage to rush into Su Sheng's place."

"I think Mr. Paint must have helped you a lot at that time."

"That was my own decision. For the dead mercenaries and for my dying friends, I couldn't think of a better way, so I had to think of whatever I wanted to do." The adventurer replied coldly, "You don't know how I feel when I turned into light. In an instant, the ice surface cracked itself and magic burst out. It was a mysterious suppression - Nichlus was at least the peak of the Ring Level. It was not surprising to see that he took the White Envoy away."

"Do you say the ice cracked itself?" The apprentice suddenly realized the problem. The Black Moon Lake is full of goblins, and the ice is frozen because of Joey's magic. The cracking of the ice surface means the magic stop.

"Do you think I chiseled it open?"

"I mean, it wasn't shattered?"

"The entire lake was frozen, Uriel, not just the lake surface. Unless it was broken from above, it would never be possible with those fairies alone."

"The enemy did not break Bai's ice." Uriel murmured to himself, "but before that, Bai was attacked. Nickles must have done something to make him lose control of magic." The light of the electric revolves gave him enlightenment. "It's not a head-on fight... Bai didn't notice Nickles? He was facing Aolla at the time..."

The brief chaos was gradually becoming clearer. Uriel grabbed York's shoulder, "It's Ola! She might be planning something, and the fairy in the lake began to restless. Bai Nuan felt the reward of magic, and he took the initiative to remove the magic." The apprentice became more and more excited. "The fairy was injured, so Nickles created an explosion! He pushed Memi to Ola--"

The adventurer looked at him in confusion.

The next thing is the point. Ulier didn't know how they controlled Joey, but the messenger must have discovered the riot of magic in advance. He took the initiative to unravel the magic and planned to take Memi away from the fairy lady's neighbor. However, when he approached Aolola, something unexpected caught him off guard.

But what is certain is that the former King of Alanwo did not fight Joey head-on, and the messenger's attention was all focused on the goblins and Memi. Maybe this wouldn't work... Could it be the Golden Cup? What did it do to the messenger while traveling through the secret realm?

Uriel did not understand the mysterious methods, but he felt that the part he inferred should not be much different.

"All in all," the apprentice lowered his voice, "Nicles is not as irresistible as we thought. Maybe we can't deal with him, but the messenger can."

York was a little hesitant. "You have a little too much confidence in your mentor." He said bluntly. "I don't know where the limit of the empty realm is, but don't forget that Uriel and Nickles are still an unknown person. His power may be beyond imagination."

"But this is worth a try." Ulier originally wanted to say that it was better than rushing up to die. "We just need to find an opportunity to awaken the messenger, and things will probably be simple."

"How to wake up?"

"Soren can help." The apprentice did not forget that Mr. Ring was still wearing it on his hand. "The line of law is becoming more and more chaotic, and it may not be able to respond. I will help it with the scroll of vows." There is no more stable magic reaction than the scroll of pampering.

A very likely plan to succeed, York had to admit. But he still had doubts: "There is a saying that I must tell you, Uriel, if Nickles is not an empty realm, do you really think he can subdue the messenger?"

Uriel's movement suddenly stopped.

"I've considered another extreme situation, York," he replied, "but wouldn't that be better?"

...

She slowly walked up the steps and looked at the night sky through the open zenith. The silver platform under her feet was spotless, but the carvings and murals of the walls were peeled and destroyed. Alora remembered the pattern above: the beginning of the massacre of werewolf in Sinodel, the eternal era of the Moon Capital; at that time, Alanwo's rule had just begun, and his battles with the Brooks, Delvets, Saint Valorand and the Green Elf ran through the history of the first half of the kingdom.

The Brooks surrendered to us, and the green elves were driven out of the forest. Delvet was a small country, but was destroyed by the previous kings because of his stubborn resistance. Aolla seemed to be able to see the silhouette of the hero engraved in the original place from the cracks. Bunian III, my ancestors met him on the lakeside. He married his youngest daughter to the prince of Delvet and slaughtered the entire tribe of her husband. Delvet never surrendered, but the Cinodel royal family was an undefeated conqueror.

Finally it was our turn. The fairy turned his head and looked at the pattern that had not yet been completely crushed not far away. It depicts a war that lasted for three hundred years - the demons invaded Knox, and the ships carrying the hope of the Kingdom Alliance capsized in the huge waves of the Black Moon Tide.

Sinodel failed and the kingdom collapsed.

"Olola."

The goblin turned around, "How long will it take?"

"Ten minutes." The air responded with a trembling sound: "It's much longer than entering the mountains."

"I remember a thousand years ago, we made decisions at the most urgent moment. But it only took a few seconds in total, including making up our minds."

"I am no longer the savior of Alanwo. Heather is above, and I even hear my people recite eulogies to me."

"When they see you appear, they will say something else." Olola put the fire close to her cheek. She showed a warm and loving tender look. "I've been waiting too long, Timire, you don't know how much I want to hug you."

After the soul leaves the body, it is difficult to show a specific form in the air. It is a strange thing composed of transparent ripples and falling ashes. It is necessary to stare with magic so that the fairy can see a familiar face. "You are not so bold when I am alive." He responded softly, "I am worried that after the ceremony is completed, I will forget your rare proactive promise."

"No, you won't forget."

"Fire is the foundation of the soul, and the battle of the Fire is the soul. Aolla, please don't blame me for forgetting you."

"You are the nameless, and the nameless fire is different." The fairy firmly believes that he will be intact. "You are far stronger than the order creatures. He is just a young man in the realm of emptiness. His short memory is insignificant to you, and you will return to me through his body."

Nickles was not an emotional person. Olola was familiar with the appearance of him pursing his lips and scrutinizing the Moon City. His laughter was as rare as the sunshine of the ice ground. Even if only the soul was left, his seriousness was not changed at all. He was determined to lose before the battle. The elf king fought for Alanwo with such an attitude, and the longing of the fairy partner could not impress him.

"Don't approach me when I'm not first asking." He warned her, "The power of the Broken Moon is the legacy of divinity, and even with werewolf as a medium, it will never be easy to control."

“I will always pay attention to the situation.”

The Elf King was not comforted: "What's more, as the firewood, is still a mysterious person in the realm of the empty world. The golden cup is not a mysterious item, and the inscribed spell is the limit, and it is impossible to actively select the holder..."

"But I can." Olola assured him, "I pay attention to it and look at everyone who handles it. You certainly don't believe that there are several people holding the Golden Cup who are the big names in the mysterious world now: first, a hunter, then later in the hands of the Glory Council, and then snatched by the Chloe's child. He is actually the only one who has not greedy for Kamaria."

"Tower of the Sky." Nichlus' soul flashed for a moment, "Those astrologers suffered heavy losses in the hands of the demons, and I thought they had declined."

"The guys who spy on the secrets are never liked," said the goblin. "Winspon almost captured the Fortress of the Floating Clouds, and the Bat-winged Legion forced them to hide everywhere. But in general, Chloita deserves the name of the Guardian, because his methods are not as radical as those of the Glorious Council."

"Alanwo owes Gaota a favor. But the Glorious Council? I remember they were suppressed by the Gaia Church so hard that they could not raise their heads."

"Now the situation is reversed. There are few people who do not know Lucia's name. And the goddess of virtue, only the Silence School and a few small countries, still stick to their faith in Him."

"It is a sin to abandon faith." The ancient king frowned, and his eyes fell on the bright moon in the sky, with thin and deep cracks covering the moon. "It is precisely because of this that Alanwo did not change his ward after owning Kamaria, and went to the realm of the Broken Moon to worship the new gods. The werewolf also knew this truth, and would rather be crazy than give up the glory of the son of the moon." There was an appreciation in his words. "They gained power in the moonlight. Look, Aolola, I bet you didn't notice that the little wolf had woken up long ago."
Chapter completed!