The beginning of each legend is almost related to the turbulent era. The White Prophecy two hundred years ago brought the most powerful commander of the White Envoy, Joey, to the Tower of the Sky, and made the Holy Glory Council the most famous pillar in the mysterious field. It is hard to say that this glory is attributed to someone, but the role played by the leader is still irreplaceable, and it should be the subject of honor. The Speaker of the Glory Council, the spokesperson of the Goddess of Light in Knox, the "Holy Father" of the Lucia Sect, Connelius Schindeck Klester, the great sermon of the Crown of the Great Transactions, is standing in front of them at this moment.

This man set off a demon hunting movement. Uriel thought to himself that he also led the mysterious realm to expel the Immortal Lord Black Knight and his lord King of the Dead Sea.

Gavash's undead cannot be involved in Knox, at least so far. The white prophecy was fulfilled two hundred years ago. Urial's understanding of the disaster of the undead was limited to Four Leaf City and books. I'm afraid that no one in the audience would dare to assert that the details of the war that year. We only know victory. The victory of order, the victory of justice, and the victory of Lucia's faith. Glory and victory are inseparable, but Urial knows that he will never be able to bear a similar sense of mission. I came to a hunting ground full of dangers, and there was no room for rejection.

"The Crown of the Apostle." The goddess reported, "Three guests: Uriel, the messenger of the Tower of the Sky, Sita York Shain, the adventurer from the Shrike Pool, and Dalton Shadow Too Nassanel from the Underworld." Her elf's words were also clear and pleasant. "According to the will of the goddess, take them to the sacred temple."

The sergeant stood in front of the molten gold pool. There were countless candles here. When the door opened, thousands of Venus jumped in the room. Lucia's sculptures were similar to Gaia. He stepped on the waves of water, and his face and posture seemed psychedelic and sacred. He heard that the sergeant turned around, and he had endless reflections in the water, as if a ball of flames rose in the ripples.

From the name, we can see that he is not a saint like the prophet of the tower. Compared with mortals, his appearance is difficult to see his extraordinary features. The sermon has extremely common characteristics of northerners. His face is darker than ordinary people, his facial features are more compact, and his forehead is wider. His eyebrows are thick and hard, his nose bones are bulging in the middle, and there is no stubble on his smooth chin. His eyes are still ordinary dark green, and only his red-brown hair is firmly wearing a huge flame-like gem to demonstrate his goddess sermon.

"Tower Messenger." The intercourser seemed to recall, "When I was still an apprentice of the mentor, Chloita no longer regarded messenger as a necessary part of delivering prophecy. You have your own defensive power, but you are still complacent on the clouds." He showed a mocking smile, "We are not fellow travelers, are we?"

"As you can see, sir, I am the only one from Chloita." Uriel turned his head and looked at his companion, a Sita and a night elves. Compared to the glorious council, which is absolutely dominated by humans, the tower seems to be the more enlightened mysterious fulcrum.

"I mean the mysterious path, pagans, the development of power in the mortal world is a low-level competition and is not worth our real investment. I have no objection to the work of astrologers, order is not constant, and observation changes are necessary means to keep order. But I do not think that discovering problems is the whole element of solving problems. It is just a premise, and passive waiting is a negative approach, and often the first step of failure. Chloe's closed trend has been improved after the White Prophecy, right?"

"I can't answer you, sir, I'm not an astrologer."

"I know who you are, young man. You don't need to emphasize this. Does the emergence of the messenger mean that Chloe is restoring the ancient road?" asked the agent.

"I can't make a decision on behalf of the tower, respected crown prince." Ulier just wanted to end the topic quickly. He could see that the crown prince had no good feelings for them, but it was not maliciously targeted. At least it was much better than the goddess who just led the way. In Ulier's mind, Bai Zhi's prophecy was just a word related to the undead and invasion war. Apart from Bai Zhi's messenger Joey, he had no idea what happened to the tower in that year.

"The Prophet indeed intends to appoint me as the tower messenger, but to be honest, I am not qualified to take on this important task yet." Let me tell me the content of the graduation assessment, and then we will be unhappy.

"You have a hand in shirking away the question." The Prodigal commented. His eyes swept over each of them contemptuously, as if there were mortals in the world except the gods, and all mortals looked the same. "Demoses told me that his messenger would bring answers to the questions of the Glorious Council."

Uriel began to feel something was wrong: "Problem? Sir, problem?"

"The future of order, the hidden dangers of Knox's future, the astrologer rarely responds so clearly."

“Response?”

"Are you my echo?" said the agent unhappily, "Stop asking me, pagan. Lucia hears thousands of prayers every moment, and I just want you to solve one of them. Your prophet assures me that you can do it, and I doubt this." He turned around, and suddenly Uriel found himself unable to speak.

"Arabella." The familiar priest lady came out from behind the shadow of the icon. Due to excessive mental tension, the apprentice began to find her completely. "Find a quiet enough rest space for our guests and prepare for a long time to receive them." The agent ordered that he did not even look at them again.

...

"I have a hunch," said York, "we won't leave this ghost place anytime soon."

"For you, this place is really not bad." Dalton snorted, "I'm fed up with the thin dark elements here, York, have you ever thought about other people's feelings?"

"I'm thinking about Urial's mood." said the Orange Face. "Or Soren's?"

The apprentice was looking for trouble for Yeyu's ring. He tried to put Sauron on a piece of candle, but the ring refused to obey. "It has nothing to do with me!" It all began to add punctuation at the end of the conversation, which showed that he was excited. "I am repeating the orders of Lord Prophet, idiot, he wants you to come here! Do you understand? There will always be someone to stop your absurd behavior without regard for the consequences."

"I have reason to believe that you are not as accurate as you give the news to the Tower when you retell the prophet's orders." Uriel gritted his teeth, "How can you make a decision without authorization?"

"Tell you, it's not me! After all, you haven't really been stupid yet, why should I stop it in advance?"

Then when we arrive at the headquarters of the Gaia Church, you will go and report? Ulier can't find the words to describe his mood for a moment. "Please accept my belated thanks, wise Mr. Gesson." He waved his hand, and the candle nailed the ring to the wall like a knife. Sauron was submerged in wax oil.

"Good luck." York whistled.

"It's good to be accurate." Dalton commented.

Stains flew out like arrows, spinning in the air and swaying frost in all directions. The apprentice quickly pulled up to the bedroom door, York became an elemental state, and the night elves escaped into the shadow. The three of them tacitly avoided Sauron's angry magic cover.

After venting emotions, the discussion finally began to go on track. Uriel sat at the table and pulled out the teacup frozen on the tray. "There is something we don't understand here." He said, "I haven't heard of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Messenger position before. The Tower is restoring its ancient post."

"Reason? Lord Prophet gave the order entirely to prevent us from going to the Church of Gaia." York tried to thaw the sofa.

"Soren did not inform, but the Prophet was clear about our movements." Dalton frowned. He was not happy to do so, but there was no way. "The astrologer can really predict all the details of the future? If so, he must be clear about the current situation of the Glorious Council. That's why he sent you, Ulier."

"State?" York was unknown.

"The Holy City is under martial law." Uriel told him. The mercenary Sita is not sensitive to the situation of strange cities. "His Excellency Lemons even went to the shuttle station to receive us in person, and he also deliberately passed the underground passage for a transfer. I think it is unlikely that a normal person would have so many steps to go around in circles if he wanted to enter the Holy City."

Zangwell's status in the Glorious Council is equivalent to Bloomnot, the tower, and the Church is the core of the entire city. A few minutes ago, Miss Priest Arabella led them to this temporary residence and told them to be clear that they should not leave at will. The Church is not just a church. To be honest, its size can praise Gellwell's palace, covering an area of ​​more than the original inner city of San Carlos, the "City of Fog". This restriction is more like a kind reminder for guests who visit short-term, so as not to get lost among complex buildings.

But no matter what, the Holy Church is the core of the Glorious Council, and checking the people entering and leaving is a necessary measure. This gives them an illusion to a certain extent. In fact, entering the city of the Holy Church has no effect on the three of Uliers, unless the Glorious Council does not want them to appear in the Holy City.

"Eighty-most not because of the Gulf War," Dalton said, "although the methods of the Silence School are indeed terrifying."

"These two things have no connection." Ulier concluded, "it should be related to astrology or prophecy." The communication between the prodigal and the prophet often means the turmoil of order, and they will never be reminiscing about the past. "The tower messenger, the white prophecy... Is Gawash conspiring to invade Knox again?"

Sauron scoffed. "When will those bone frames not want to invade order? There is still a special prediction."

"Maybe it's not that complicated." York lay on the sofa, with white water vapor rising out of his body. Apparently he removed the magic from his skin and began to melt the frost with his body temperature. "You are the Tower Messenger, Uriel, the Glorious Council needs to ensure your safety, that's all."

Uriel immediately grabbed the point. "Assassin." He blurted out, "Are there any assassins in the Holy City?"
Chapter completed!