Chapter 55 The God of Deception
Bingjing River.
This river originates from the Dragon Snow Mountain, flows through the hinterland of Beijun Kingdom, and finally merges into the Ice Sea.
On the river bank, pine trees and firs stand tall, reflected in the bright mirror-like glacier. A woman with long fiery red hair holds a helmet and looks down at the river with pale golden eyes.
Behind Hilud, stood an Argonian holding an urn. Under Hilud's nod, he came to the river and opened the lid.
The comrades who were traveling together on this trip sang ancient songs from the north.
The general idea is that under the gaze of the gods, a hero entered a fairyland where he enjoyed countless meads and barbecues.
The ashes are scattered into the Bingjing River and flow to the invisible sea. Hilud felt as if a big stone had fallen to the ground in his heart, followed by a sense of confusion with nowhere to go.
The cold wind blew through her long fiery red hair. Hilud slowly recalled the idea proposed by Yeats. The scene of the maple forest that day gradually appeared in front of her eyes. The fiery red leaves, and the silver-haired boy's eyes had a burning feeling. A glimmer of faith burns.
Nearby, murderous intent suddenly appears!
An assassin released his invisibility, and his two venom-quenched daggers were like two entangled poisonous snakes. They swung at Hilud in a staggered manner, cutting through the shuddering cold light.
Combat Skill·Poison Wings Double Blade!
This assassin's illusion skills are extraordinary. He has already blended into the forest silently, waiting only for the moment when Herod's defenses are at their lowest to launch a fatal attack.
Clang! Hilud swung his sword to deflect one of the daggers.
Another dagger slashed at her neck, Hilud lowered her waist, a few strands of cut red hair flying. The assassin instantly held the handle of the knife upside down, pointed the dagger downwards, and stabbed down hard!
However, Hilud's long legs took the lead and hit the assassin's wrist.
In this fleeting stiffness, gorgeous sword skills like dance and storm are performed in the assassin's shrinking pupils!
This woman seems to have been prepared?
How on earth did she find me!
Something was wrong. The assassin raised his hand and a cloud of yellow gas flew out of his sleeve, exuding a disgusting stench, and he immediately hid in it.
Third-ring spell, smelly cloud spell.
The stench and clouds will provide concealment advantages for the assassins hiding inside, and even the most acute perception will be affected by the stench!
Before the change, Hilud would still hesitate for a moment, but now, she raised her hand and slashed out the Cold Mist Slash. The biting cold mist condensed into stinky clouds, and the frost traces revealed the figure of the assassin!
Stepping forward and stabbing with a sharp sword, the assassin's throat was instantly pierced, and he threw the dagger at the risk of his life.
Hu——
Hilud turned her head to avoid it, and the tip of the dagger cut open the side of her face, and a shallow drop of blood seeped out.
"You are doomed, descendant of the red-haired king." The assassin laughed sadly, "If you are poisoned by me, even the goddess of the night can't save you!"
"The poison will no longer be strong. It will happen in ten seconds, so go to hell with me, hahaha!"
Hilud stretched out one hand, silently took out a bottle of antidote from his arms, and bit open the cork. He tilted his head and poured it into his mouth.
“……”
"..."
The assassin's laughter stopped abruptly:? ? ?
Goddess above, how could she be fine? This is unreasonable!
Boom!
The assassin fell to the ground with his eyes open.
Herod looked at the empty medicine bottle and sighed... Yeats, I owe you a favor.
Soon, Hilud looked at the assassin's body, used the tip of his sword to open his cloak, and found that the cloak had the holy emblem of the Night Goddess on it.
“That’s not right…” Hilud’s eyes were alert, and he carefully inspected the body and found the snow bear family emblem of King Hallag.
"Despicable Harald! This must be his conspiracy to murder the claimant to the throne!" The Argonian gritted his teeth.
The appearance of this family emblem was full of doubts. Hilud frowned, unable to make a final judgment for a moment. A figure suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Bring the assassin's body back..."
Hilud unconsciously had more trust in Yeats, and nodded:
"I think Yeats should have A way to find out the real murderer! "
......
Winter Lake City.
A high platform is erected on the bank of the ice lake. The high platform faces the waterfall of melting snow mountains, and the flying water flowing into the ice lake creates a rainbow.
Before the Warriors even appeared on the stage, the scene was already quite lively.
Thousands of residents surround this glacial lake, looking forward to seeing the warriors hunting giant moose and offering offerings to the goddess of winter.
The festival atmosphere is strong, vendors are walking around selling goods among the crowd, and the girls specially put on the most beautiful long skirts.
Lena and Gray also came to the scene.
Gray saw the figure of the troll Ogg at a glance. He was riding the little boy Rand on his neck and holding his elderly mother in one hand. Every passerby automatically made way for him.
"Ogg, Rand, here!" Gray waved.
The troll came to Gray and said with a smile: "Nice to meet you, my friend."
Lena's face was a little stiff, thinking how could humans and trolls Make friends?
Then, the troll scratched his head in embarrassment and said: "Ogg didn't hit the giant moose. It will take a long time to pay back the gold coins he owes Yeats..."
Gray suggested: "Perhaps, like me, you can serve as a bodyguard for Yeats?"
Gray said that Yeats's territory may be attacked by a tide of beasts, and hunters like Ogg , exactly what Yeats needed! The troll shook his head: "Ogg has to take care of his mother."
"I won't let you leave for a long time. It can only take a month to go back and forth!" Gray said.
The troll still shook his head, and was ridiculed by Rand: "Tsk, Ogg is such a coward!"
Ogg just giggled and said nothing. At this time, the crowd was in an uproar, and the warriors of Winter Lake City appeared!
Wearing a thick robe with a small squirrel in the inner pocket, Yeats slowly climbed onto the altar in front of thousands of citizens, holding a huge antler in his hand.
The crowd cheered.
In the front row, a man in his sixties with a resolute face, a rough beard, a scar on his face, and square white hair is riding on a heavy draft horse with a steady gaze.
"Your Majesty the King, the origin of the warrior who hunted the giant moose this time is very suspicious. He is a baron from the Golden Lion Kingdom. Do you want to stay for interrogation?" said the Minister of Interior.
Hallag frowned slightly: "Baron Golden Lion? Where is the fiefdom?"
"It's...Morning Frost Ridge." The Minister of the Interior said hesitantly.
Hallag frowned even more. The Battle of Morning Frost Ridge was a tragic defeat that he would never forget twenty years ago. The 'Golden Lion King' William, who was chasing after him over mountains and ridges, even made his whole body feel cold.
But, so what? William is now seriously ill, and he made the stupid mistake of not appointing an heir. After his death, the Golden Lion will be in chaos!
Victory is only temporary, living longer is the last word!
With this in mind, Hallag's brows gradually widened and he said: "Have you investigated clearly whether he wants to surrender to me?"
"Well... judging from the intelligence, this Baron is probably I want to participate in the Aurora Poetry Festival and get a chance to be promoted to the extraordinary."
The Interior Minister lowered his head and said: "This baron is nicknamed Kuchiki. He tried many methods but was unable to open the tree of life, so he came to the north. It must be a desperate move."
Halrag snorted: "Kuchiki? How could Kuchiki become a warrior in Winter Lake City?"
Interior Minister: "Although this baron's qualifications are worrying, it seems. It is not impossible to kill the giant moose with some methods of training a magic pet.”
Hallag said coldly: "Whether he is a real warrior or not, it depends on whether the Winter Goddess will accept his offering!"
At the same time.
Yeats placed the antlers on the altar and was about to pray when doubts arose from the crowd.
“Wait a minute!”
A hunter whom I had seen in the forest that day squeezed out of the crowd, pointed at Yeats, and said loudly:
"He is a liar! He did not kill this giant moose at all!"
The uproar immediately spread among the crowd.
King Hallag narrowed his eyes, and in order to calm the commotion, he ordered the accompanying mage to perform a 'sound magic' on himself.
The king's voice suddenly echoed like thunder across the lake.
“Those who question the warriors must provide corresponding evidence. If there is even the slightest lie, they will be executed!”
"Of course I have evidence, because I am the messenger of the Winter Goddess!"
The hunter took out a shining winter holy symbol from his arms: "I killed that giant moose!"< br>
The whole place was in uproar.
Yeats: "..."
Brother, how dare you tell such lies?
King Harrag looked at the accompanying mage. The purple-robed mage carefully examined the Holy Emblem for a long time, nodded and said:
"It's true. What this hunter is holding is indeed the Holy Emblem of Winter."
"In other words, that warrior is lying?" Hallag's eyes were clear.
The purple-robed mage said with good reason:
"The Holy Emblem can also be forged through illusion. Based on this evidence alone, it is impossible to determine which of the two is lying. You can use magic' The Realm of Honesty', give it a try ”
Hallag nodded and ordered his men to bring Yeats and the hunter to him, and the purple-robed mage would interrogate them on their behalf.
"Next, I will ask you two questions one by one, and you only need to answer yes or no, understand?" The purple-robed mage's voice was cold.
Yeats wanted to speak, but the purple-robed mage's magical gaze swept over him, and his words stuck in his throat.
Then, the purple-robed mage waved his staff, and a pale pink spherical area slowly unfolded.
Yeats felt a magical power sweep through his body.
The little squirrel's disdainful tone rang in his ears.
"Oh, the Realm of Honesty, such a poor lie detection method really makes me unhappy."
The Realm of Honesty, a second-level spell, creates a magic area that resists lies. Enter Creatures in this realm cannot lie intentionally. But when answering questions, you can be evasive and avoid important points.
Yeats secretly thought something was wrong.
I did not kill the giant moose. I can only answer yes or no later, which is a bit tricky.
"Listen carefully, Yeats, you can answer whatever you want later."
The little squirrel said proudly: "When it comes to deception, the goddess of the mist must respect me as her teacher!"
Yeats was stunned.
The God of deception and illusion, also known as the Goddess of Mist.
You’re not really deceiving your superiors, that World Tree squirrel, are you? !
(End of this chapter)