Chapter 381: Shrouded haze

In the middle of the night, the barriers of the fortress are illuminated by the light of the light.
Sheyle sat on the bed in the barrier fortress lounge.
‘I have never been exposed to this type of music. I have only heard of operas from the Farosi Opera Troupe in Nolan long time ago. ’
Sheyle chatted with the people who passed the fire on the newsletter.
After coming to the fortress, her nerves have been in a tight state. Only when I chat with the people who talk to the fire, I can get some relaxation.
Every time the person communicating with the fire communicated through the newsletter, Shearer was able to get in touch with something new. For example, the person who had just passed the fire sent another ‘inscription’ that recorded the voice to her.
Sheyle was not interested in things like songs and art, but it didn't prevent her from listening to the song, the original dull mood was swept away by the cheerful melody of the song.
‘This song may help you in the battle with the judges. ’
‘Judges can’t threaten us, my friends are not weak. ’
Sheyle gave the fire-fighting person a reply with confidence.
The national power of the holy nation cannot compete with the country of the frosty, and the generals in the fortress are not weak.
Once they know the conspiracy of the heretical judge...
When Shear was thinking of it, her thoughts suddenly came to an abrupt end.
In the time she communicated with the fire-fighting person in the newsletter, she was also checking the sharpness of her sword.
But just at the fingertips of Shear, I felt that there was something unusual about the sword of this sword.
This long sword is not an ordinary thing. When Sheer touches this long sword, he can clearly feel the chill of the surface overflowing.
"There seems to be something on the sword..."
When Sheyle's fingertips crossed the sword of the sword, she felt that the blade had a partial depression.
The traces of this depression are so subtle that it is invisible to the naked eye, and only when the fingertip touches it.
The traces of the depression are not the magic inscriptions, but the words of the country of frost.
"Please give us salvation?"
Sheyel read the words composed of dents in one word and one word, even if she interpreted it, she could not understand the meaning of the line.
She began to carefully cross the blade and the hilt of the sword with her fingertips, and she felt a new line of text on the other side of the blade.
"The gray haze has covered the frost and snow?"
Sheyle whispered the words inscribed in the back of the sword, and when Sheerel connected her current situation, her heart became more heavy.
The alliance between the state of the Holy Spirit and the country of the Frosty Frost is no longer a matter of one or two years. This history can last for fifty years, and it was not long before the father of Sheer’s name became a king.
Shearer did not dare to guess who inscribed these words on the sword. She took a look at the time below the magic net, and it was almost the agreed time.
No matter what the heresy trial has done in the country of frost, from now on, Sheyle will make a rest for everything!
‘It’s time for my friends and I have agreed. Sheyel once again edited a newsletter and sent it to the people who passed the fire.
‘Be careful about safety, and before using the ‘weapon’ that I gave you, I suggest that you better cover your ears. ’
Sheyle watched the last reply from the person who passed the fire and picked up the sword and walked out of the room with the Frost Spirit.
The fortress barrier in the middle of the night was silent until the sound of frost and snow could not be heard. Sheyle walked in the corridor full of the original crystal lamps, and even a patrolling soldier could not see it.
Shel's long sword in her hand came to the front of the conference hall, and she opened the door with one hand.
The eight generals were all sitting in the hall for a long time.
Sheyle took a deep breath and she walked straight into the hall, ready to inform everyone about the heresy.
However, the Frost Spirit gave Shyel a warning at this time. At this moment, Sheyel discovered that there was still a strange figure in the hall.
A priest from the Kingdom of the Holy Spirit is standing in the hall, and he is looking at Shelly with a smile.
At this time, Sheer's heart was like being entangled by a poisonous snake.
The prince of this frosty country quickly regained his calmness and gently placed his hand on the long sword on his waist.
"We thought you couldn't come to this fortress, but it seems that you are lucky."
The priest walked out of the shadows with a long stick, and the shadow of the priest came out of the same appearance as Sheyle's appearance.
"What do you want to do?"
Sheir’s voice has already brought Senn’s air-conditioning, and she has gradually understood that the judges of these heresy courts are doing a hundred times or even ten thousand times worse than she imagined.
It’s awful that Sheyle wants to pull the sword and cut the guy’s head down.
"If you are the prince of the prince, I would like to ask you to explain this, but unfortunately you will become an unknown body in the near future." The priest still smiles on his face.
The dangerous premonition rose in Sheer's heart, and there was a broken voice behind her.
The Frost Spirit, who had been crouching beside Shel's, burst into a cold light, creating a wall of ice-casting behind Shear.
The wall was instantly cut into two by unknown forces, but Sheyle took the gap and hid to the other side, and also pulled out the sword in his hand.
But she hadn't had time to stand still. The ‘Amrit Marshal’, standing on the other side of the hall, slammed into Shel.
Sheyle instinctively raised his arm against the opponent's attack, but the opponent's power was too great, and Sheyle's body directly hit the wall of the hall.
Has Marshal Amt been replaced? Sheyel looked at the well-armed Marshal Armor and realized that the other party was not the deity.
The Frost Spirit, which surrounds Shear, broke out of the cold that was enough to freeze anyone's blood. For a time, the entire hall was covered with a layer of frost, and the priest propped up the transparent light with the Holy Light magic. The wall still can't stop the penetration of chill.
The eight generals in the hall were covered with thick frost. When Sheer was ready to take the opportunity to kill the priest, a tentacles suddenly emerged from the ground.
The tentacles bound her left hand holding the sword, and a horrible voice quietly rang in her ear.
More and more transparent tentacles rise from the ground, and these tentacles are turned into thorns that want to run through Shear's body.
The Frost Spirit constructed an ice wall to resist the attack of these tentacles, but the number of them became more and more, and the Frost Spirit began to show weakness.
In this desperate situation, Sheyle opened the magic net with the right hand that was not tied, and then directly opened the document that the person who was called the fire called the 'golden finger'.