The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 83 The Truth Called Lies

She walked into a deep mountain and old forest alone.The sky was already very dark, and occasionally one or two twinkling stars were always so far away from her.

There was nothing to lean on to cover her body. She was very scared and didn't know where it was.

She wanted to call out, but no sound came out when she opened her mouth.

All of a sudden, the piece of flesh that seemed to be improvised came tremblingly towards her. Every time the black figure moved, it would make a ticking sound of falling into the water.She stepped back step by step, but was stumped by the voice in front of her:
"Second girl, don't be afraid, it's me."

She was so familiar with this voice, she had grown up with it since she was a child.In the vortex of misery, he carried her through the cold winter year after year.In the shadow of hunger and death, that warm and strong palm is enough to support a piece of sunshine.

For some time, she even felt that the suffering was not terrible if it went on like this.

But all of this disappeared in an instant, and the blood-colored thunder and lightning sounded like a nightmare, instantly lighting up the surrounding darkness.

There were corpses all over the place, human corpses overlapped wantonly, and sinful red thunder pierced through the bodies of living beings.

This is the square city of Torun, and this is hell.

"Second daughter, he killed me, it was him!"

The voice was resentful, and the blood-colored thunder fell again. She widened her eyes, and her pupils caught the fleeting thunder. The familiar armor broke through the thunder and lightning's package, and once again penetrated the figure in front of her.

The disgustingly real burnt breath rushed into her nostrils first, and the scene seen in countless nightmares emerged again.

All the voices disappeared, and in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, two beams of skeletal blood burst out from the head armor dotted with blood, and the field of vision was completely occupied by a large sword.

The darkness returned again, and the world fell silent for an instant, only the voice of my father was still lingering in my ears.

"Second daughter, he killed me, it was him!"

……

Afriel yawned, perhaps because she returned to Torun's Square City again, Avril had the same nightmare for several nights in a row.

Afriel should have told Menechelle about such a weird thing, but the content of the dream caused Avril to inexplicably feel a little resistance.

This is the seventh day of the march.

It only takes three days to travel from Galo City to Torunfang City, and Camelot's army needs to spend a whole week to ensure that it will not be attacked by ambushes.

After the garrison handover with Torun Fangcheng, the time was approaching night.

"What's the matter?" Minechel looked at Afriel, who was yawning beside her, and asked in a low voice, "I stayed up late again last night."

"It's just a little insomnia, no matter how early you close your eyes, you can't fall asleep." Afriel's voice was a little tired.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar city, Afriel suddenly felt a sense of loss in her heart.

She seemed to bring up the topic unintentionally: "Speaking of which, elder brother picked me up from here."

Before she finished speaking, Afriel keenly felt the body of the man beside her tremble.

"Hmm." Menechel replied with an extremely flat tone.He pretended not to care and said: "We will leave Torun Fangcheng early tomorrow morning, let's go back and have a good rest today."

The elder brother seemed to be hiding something from her, but Afriel didn't intend to ask. The girl always knew her brother's character, and asking her proactively would only reduce her favorability in the other party's heart.Just based on a dream, she doubted her elder brother, Afriel couldn't do such a stupid thing.

But it is impossible to say that you don't care at all.

Afriel returned to the bedroom she had allocated with a sense of conflict.But from a distance, he saw several figures standing outside the door, and before he got close, he could already smell the faint incense in the air.

Avril is very familiar with this smell, and she has often smelled similar smells from Morgan in recent days.

"Your Majesty Morgan."

Afriel touched her waist with one hand calmly—even though the other party said that she had admired her elder brother for a long time, but Morgan had been clinging to her for too long, even Avril Never seen Morgan talk to Menechel.

Afriel blinked and looked at the white-haired witch in front of her.In her memory, Morgan had returned to Camelot a long time ago, and she and her elder brother had bid farewell together.

Could this be what my elder brother said...magic.

"But after thinking about it, even I would feel a little ashamed to bother you for so long, so I left some gifts."

"It is my duty to serve Her Majesty Morgan. If I accept the gift, my lord brother will scold the secretary instead." Avriel did not reach out her hand. Menechel had taught her that things of unknown origin should never be touched lightly. .

As Avriel said, she looked at the guard knight standing beside Morgan like a puppet, and tightened the knight sword in her hand slightly.

"Don't be vigilant, Miss Avriel, I can't touch you at all now, can I?" Morgan said, with a slight arc on the corner of his mouth: "As for the gift, haven't I [given] you already? ?”

"It's you!"

At the same time that the blade was unsheathed, Afriel took a few steps back, her eyes scanned left and right, but no guard passed by for such a long time.

"Uncover the hidden truth, Avril, I have no reason to lie to you." A strange purple light flashed in Morgan's pupils, looking at Avril who looked like a frightened little animal in front of him, Morgan's voice was filled with Bewitching: "If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself."

"Only thousands of people defeated more than [-] defenders, and recovered eleven cities in the Stark region with an almost crushing posture. At that time, Camelot's commander-in-chief was Lord Menechel."

"And Afriel, you should have discovered it a long time ago. The posture that Sir Menechel showed when he attacked the city is exactly the same as the nightmare in your memory."

At this moment, the string of reason was severed by the sword called reality, some hot and humid liquid flowed down her cheeks, the dream and reality began to interact, Avriel opened her mouth but was unable to utter a word.

Morgan felt the grand scene in front of her with satisfaction. She had already planted hint magic on Afriel, using dreams to strengthen the girl's impression of her father step by step.

After several days of field research, she finally succeeded, and she was about to break through the only weakness of the invincible knight.

"Afriel, we are all together."

"you……"

"I can help you complete your revenge." The purple light in Morgan's eyes was shining brightly, and she induced Afriel to raise her head in an attempt to strengthen the other party's sad mood at this time.

"Get out!" It was a moan that was so hoarse that the original sound could hardly be heard, Afriel raised her head, her pupils were bloodshot, she waved the blade in her hand wildly, and her voice was no longer as calm as before.

"I understand your..."

"Get out! I... don't believe what you say at all!" Afriel slashed Morgan's hand away with a sword. Will believe it!"

"I see." Morgan withdrew his hand and let the blade pass through her arm: "Afriel, time will tell."

The puppet-like guard knights escorted Morgan's image away in the distance.

Afriel's hand holding the sword couldn't help shaking, and after a clang, the knight's sword was thrown on the ground.

"I……"

Afriel's eyes were confused, and she sat down on the ground as if she had lost all strength in her feet.

"What am I..."

　Don't rush to scold, this chapter and the next chapter are a plot, wait until the next chapter

　　
　
(End of this chapter)