Chapter 517 Soraka

At night, the silver light outside the window is like sand.

In the guest room, several high-ranking members of the Warlock Brotherhood gathered together.

Lannister looked at the sorceress and said, "The attitude of the Ming Cult is very ambiguous. They don't seem to be interested in our conditions. Yennefer, you were the one who proposed this suggestion. What do you think?"

Geralt said calmly: “Isn’t it normal that the Church of the Gods is not interested in the trading items of the Warlock Brotherhood?

The warlocks use methods to enhance themselves, which the knights and priests dare not use. "

"Geralt, you are now a member of the Brotherhood too!"

Lannister was inexplicably annoyed; he really didn't like the way things were said.

"It's true that I'm a member of the fraternity, but I'm not stupid. I can't understand such a simple truth."

Geralt's response was sharp and pointed. The other party had repeatedly made things difficult for Yennefer, and he had been unhappy with the other party for a long time.

"you"

Lannister was furious. After Yennefer returned to Sindni Island, she invisibly encroached on some of his interests, so the relationship between the two was not harmonious and there were often some minor frictions.

Both of them are old foxes, but they didn't fall out with each other.

"Please stop talking," Yennefer said.

She was happy that the White Wolf was backing her up, but she couldn't make things too awkward with the Lannisters.

We are all on the same boat as the Warlock Brotherhood, and it would be of no benefit to anyone if we fall out.

She took a sip of moonlight wine and said:

"The most urgent task now is to determine what the Ming Cult needs most, so that we can cater to their needs."

The wine served in the Mingjiao guest room was sweet, refreshing and fragrant, which pleased her very much.

Jelock looked at Yennefer tenderly and said with a smile:

"I don't think it's necessary to go through so much trouble. The people of the Ming Cult have always emphasized that the reason for not trading is that there are not enough materials to make the magic circle. We can just ask directly if we can get the magic circle by providing the materials.

If they say yes, it means they are not deliberately shirking their responsibilities, and we just need to find a way to prepare the materials.

If they change their mind again, it means they are not interested in doing business with us, and that will be a problem.”

Bastard! Lannister cursed inwardly and said:

“The best way is to meet His Majesty the God of Light.

Both of you have spent a lot of time in Rhine City and have met the gods.

Geralt, in particular, got to know the gods in their humble beginnings in their hometown.

I don't understand why the Ming Cult people are blocking us from meeting the God of Light."

Yennefer whispered:

"Archbishop Janice said that it is not convenient recently and we will have to wait for a while before we can have an audience with her. So we will wait a little longer."

Lannister curled his lips. He felt that this was an excuse by the Ming Cult.

When it comes to Janice, Geralt feels as if he is in another world.

The little girl who once stood in front of him with her arms outstretched is now a fifth-level transcendent, a cardinal, and commander of the Silver Dawn Legion.

The weight of this string of titles made him feel a little breathless, and he couldn't help but wonder if it was because of him that the other party deliberately delayed arranging an audience with him.

After discussing for a long time, they couldn't come up with a better solution, so they decided to wait.

This time they went to the Ming Cult with the belief that they must complete the mission.

The matter of the Moon Soul Spiritual Light Array involves the entire layout of the Xiandeni Island, and there is absolutely no reason to give up.

Geralt and the other returned to their room, and Yennefer asked:

"Do you think we can accomplish the mission?"

The demon hunter thought for a moment and nodded affirmatively: "I think it's okay.

If they are unwilling to help us, the Ming Cult can find other excuses to evade us."

Yennefer nodded slightly: "I think it's okay too.

Flanders McLean is the Chief Judge of the Ming Cult and is in charge of the Judgment Hall.

He is still a fourth-order transcendent being. To be able to hold a high position, he must have a good personal relationship with the God of Light.

I know Flanders fairly well. He is a man who is willing to sacrifice some of his own interests for the ideal of uniting humans to resist the evil gods and forming an alliance."

Considering Flanders' personality, she thought that the reason why the God of Light avoided her today might really be because the God is not in Shattrath now."

Geralt lifted a corner of the curtain, looked at the silver light rising into the starry sky, felt the throbbing in his blood, and sighed.

"Quack!"

A huge golden bird with beautiful feathers swayed with a stream of spiritual light, flew over the church, and disappeared in an instant.

Why does this voice sound familiar?!

Kingdom of Hinterland, Iberia Mountains, the secret base of the Church of the Lord of Storms.

In the meeting hall, Pope Andre Williams looked at the many archbishops in the audience and said in a deep voice:

"Everyone, those fishmen actually rushed to the cold mountains to look for us. What does this mean to us? You all know it in your hearts without me having to tell you.

Tell me, what should we do next? "

Archbishop Joseph Howard said: "Your Majesty, we are in a unique position now, and the murlocs cannot fly. If they want to attack us, they can only go through the tunnels buried in the mountains.

The tunnel is not spacious, so when the fishmen attacked us through the tunnel, we didn’t face many enemies, and we were able to resist them completely.”

Andre looked at the Archbishop who was speaking with an idiotic look, and said unhappily: "The Murlocs are just the lowest-level cannon fodder among the minions of the evil god. Why would I worry about this?! If the Deep Diver Corps and the Hydra Corps come, how would you deal with them? The high-level minions of the evil god must have sixth-order extraordinary creatures. How can we resist such enemies who keep attacking us?

You're not going to tell me that the worst that can happen is to blow up the tunnel?"

Uh, how do you know I think so? Joseph suddenly didn't dare to continue speaking.

Andre tapped the tabletop rhythmically, saying, "We are now facing the same dilemma as when we gave up Bilvia City. If the enemy continues to launch high-intensity attacks, the energy reserves in the protection array will be seriously insufficient."

He sighed helplessly in his heart, the church’s connection with the gods was now cut off.

The Church of the Lord of Storms has lost its last support.

So far, no one in the church has advanced to the sixth level, and there is no high-level military force to provide guarantees. When the evil god descends on this continent, it will be difficult for the church to fight against him.

The legion composed of silver-level warriors can use the secret technique of combined attack to fight against the evil god, but this confrontation does not refer to confronting the evil god head-on, but to protecting themselves from the evil god's attack.

If all the people in the main node positions among the extraordinary people who make up the legion can reach the sixth level, there will be a chance to fight against the evil god.

However, the combat endurance of the evil god far exceeded that of a silver-level transcendent, and in the end, the human army was completely annihilated.

The purpose of the legion's existence is to cooperate with the gods in battle. Now that the gods are gone, do they still have a future?

Andrew sighed in his heart, now it is time to consider the way out.

But if they took another step back, where could they retreat to? The air in the meeting room seemed to have mass, pressing everyone so hard that they couldn't breathe.

Some people realized the current predicament and remained silent.

Those who are unaware of the predicament and cannot think of a way out of it remain silent.

Time flows slowly through the mountains like a stream, and before we know it, it is the night of the red moon again.

In the city of Loch Modan, the protective array had not been completely repaired, and the northwest corner of the city was isolated from the dim light.

This was originally a slum area, and it still is.

Once upon a time, the evil god's minions broke through the city's magic circle, and countless ogres entered the city from this ruined land.

Now, the echoes of the war have faded, and the city is slowly recovering from the plunder.

But this place still remains messy and unbearable, just as it always was, as if nothing has changed since time immemorial.

A bloody veil shrouded the ruined land. The tattered door made a creaking sound. Under the cold and lonely night sky, the sound passed over the low wall, passed through the narrow window, and circled in the small house with mottled walls revealing bricks and stones.

"rustle"

There seemed to be someone walking in the yard. Soraka woke up from her nightmare and carefully lay down at the small window to look out.

Nothing.

Soraka swallowed, turned around, hugged her tattered rag doll, and curled up on the small bed shivering.

She is eleven years old. Her parents and younger brother all died in the war, leaving only her and her grandmother alive.

Every night when she went to bed, she would dream of the colorful bloodstains blooming on the ground like flowers, and she would dream of her brother standing beside her bed with his colorful internal organs dragging around and saying that he was cold.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

She would dream that her mother tied a ponytail for her, with two shiny beads on the braid, which were her eyeballs.

Originally she slept with her grandmother, but in recent days, her grandmother had become more and more strange, often saying words she couldn't understand, or staring at her without blinking, like a dead fish.

Sometimes, her grandmother would smile at her, revealing her toothless gums.

Soraka saw darkness in her grandmother's mouth, like an abyss, just like the day when the kobold stood in front of her door with a bone knife.

The house was getting colder and colder. When she woke up in the morning, there would be a layer of white frost on the quilt. She took the quilt outside to dry in the sun, but there were no water marks. She saw wisps of black gas rising in the sunlight.

She lit the wood and put it in the brazier, but it seemed to have no effect and the house was still very cold.

She was scared, and she begged her grandmother to leave home with her and go to a crowded place, as she thought it would be better that way.

But grandma didn't want to go, she felt she couldn't leave her grandma alone.

Soraka prayed to the gods, but her grandmother said that the gods were dead and would no longer respond to them, the lost lambs.

She couldn't believe that these words came from her grandmother, because her grandmother was the most devout believer in the family.

On weekdays, if she didn't want to go to school, her grandmother would hit her palms with a bamboo board, saying that she had let down the god of knowledge.

The food at home had run out yesterday and she was very hungry.

“Boom, boom!”

The knock on the door seemed very abrupt in the silent night, like a drop of ink dropped into clear water, and the atmosphere of fear spread in this small room.

Soraka only felt a chill rising from her tailbone. She opened her eyes wide, stared at the door, and prayed in her heart that it was her illusion.

“Boom, boom!”

It was as if heavy drumbeats were beating in her heart. Soraka felt as if countless ants were crawling on her scalp, and a few strands of hair on her forehead stood up proudly.

She covered her mouth and her body trembled.

"Soraka, it's grandma!"

A strange tone appeared in the room, as if whispering in her ear.

Soraka's arms were immediately covered with goose bumps. She whispered in a tearful voice:

"What are you doing here so late?"

She decided to leave home tomorrow no matter what.

"Soraka, I heard the call of the gods, and I saw the kingdom of heaven shown by the gods. The gods said that as long as we believe in it, we can live forever in the kingdom of gods."

The unclear words echoed in her ears.

"Grandma, how did you get here?" Her voice became even quieter.

"Of course I walked here."

Soraka's eyes were filled with tears. Her grandmother's leg was broken by the kobolds that day, and she couldn't get out of bed.

My grandmother went blind very early and can't see.

Her grandmother is hard of hearing, so she has to shout in her ear for her to hear her.

"Open the door, Soraka. Granny told you to pray to the Great Mother of All."

"Wait till I put on my shoes."

Soraka's tears fell like rain. She put on her shoes carefully, tiptoed to the window holding the doll, suddenly pushed the window open, and jumped out.

Then, he suddenly ran towards the faint light in front of him.

"Help."

"Bang!"

The door was kicked open and hung on the wall, and the old lady limped in.

"Why don't you believe in the Mother Goddess of All Things with me? Only she can save us.

Soraka, you are naughty, damn you."

The old lady muttered to herself as she walked to the window and jumped out as well.

Although she was missing a leg, her speed was not slow and she soon caught up with the girl who had been hungry for a day.

Soraka tripped over something and fell to the ground. She felt as if water was dripping on her forehead.

She endured the pain and continued to run forward. Finally, she ran to the place where there was a faint light. That was the land of hope.

“Bang!”

She felt like she had hit an invisible wall, stars were in her eyes, and it seemed as if countless flies were flying around her ears.

Can’t get in! The hope that had just risen disappeared in an instant, and her heart sank to the bottom.

The "grandma" had already walked over. In the dim light, Soraka saw that there was a dark mass in the "grandma's" eye sockets, and there were no eyes there.

"Grandma" stretched out two chicken-claw-like hands, drooling:

"Soraka, join me in praying to the spirits."

"Help!" Soraka shouted with all her strength, her pupils dilated slightly.

A golden sword pierced out from the dim light and pierced into the old lady's head without any resistance.

Soren Barov walked out of the protective magic circle, changed from stabbing to chopping, and easily cut the old lady in half.

"Completely corroded by the gray fog." He saw the black viscera spilling out and shook his head slightly.

On the night of the red moon, he did not dare to rest and personally participated in the patrol of the city, and happened to encounter this incident.

Soran looked at the fallen girl suspiciously. He did not sense any trace of contamination in this ordinary person.

How is this possible? If an ordinary person stayed in the gray fog for one night, they would be contaminated.

Today is the night of the red moon, so the time it takes to be polluted is shorter.

He turned to his guards and said, "Pry open her mouth and pour a bottle of golden potion into her."

The golden light potion is very useful, and he regards it as the quickest way to check whether it is contaminated.

(End of this chapter)