Wizards of the North

Before dawn, Nicole habitually stood in front of the idol, ready to lead everyone in prayer. But an unexpected person stopped her-cousin Mela. They stared at each other silently, and finally Nicole took a step back slightly.

Nicole's retreat did not delight Mela, only the most pious person can stand before God, and Nicole is obviously no longer suitable for this position. For Nicole, for the family, for everyone here, she must stand up.

They have always been good sisters, I believe Nicole will understand her. She dared not talk to Nicole on the night when the gods descended, because such whispers were a blasphemy against the gods.

From a young age, she was afraid of the darkness until the light found her. In her sleep, the light gave her world no shadow. She soon became a wizard, a useless wizard. She can summon a soft light in her palm, which is neither dazzling nor warm. It's just cold and soft, just like her character.

With the company of light, she finally got rid of the entanglement of the night. This made her gradually cheerful and bold, but it was far from courage. Compared with Nicole, her boldness is more like a timid child showing his head from the back of his parents.

She was the first to kneel in the former Stone Town. There is no reason, just instinct. The young man suddenly appeared in the middle of the road, and darkness filled his surroundings. No one knows what she saw, the darkness like a bottomless abyss has actually swallowed everyone, just never chewed.

The next few days were the most tormented days in her life. Until the light came, the gleam in her body also jumped for joy. She sees light and darkness go side by side, sees light holding darkness in her palm...

She bowed down under the light piously, because that was her home; she humbled herself in the darkness because of his strength. Guangming accepted her piety, as evidenced by the pendant hidden in her chest.

The darkness in Double Wing City has long since left. That day, the glimmer in Mela's body was soaring, and she knew that the light had driven out the darkness. Ability will not lie to her, intuition will not lie to her, that group of years of glimmer will not lie to her-the darkness is gone.

She marched with the army and witnessed the real blood and fire. Witnessed the cousin, Nicole, gradually sinking into darkness.

This is not right!

But as a mortal, how dare to make false claims about gods. She must let her cousin realize her mistakes and let her understand the greatness of light. Sooner or later, the cousin can understand her painstaking efforts.

Today, she is wearing a plain white robe. As an apostle of light, how can she be stained with the color of the dark night?

She gently held out the pendant hidden in her chest, she wanted to tell the world the gods' favor, and she wanted to let her cousin understand that this was the will of the gods. And she has no choice!

A little light shone from the palm, and fate had already pointed the way for her.

At the end of the ceremony, she turned her gaze to her cousin, hoping that she would wake up, but what she got in return was just a left back.

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After a busy day, Nicole dressed in black in the square of Yongan City and stood in front of the idol in the dark night. Everyone stared at her with suspicion and a trace of distrust.

Token! Mela has a token from the gods, do you have it? If not, why are you closest to the gods?

Nicole ignored the gaze behind her, she slowly fell to the ground and began to pray. The voice was clear and clear at night, echoing in the quiet square, but no one responded.

Last night, she finally saw the grandeur of light, but she didn't like it, very much! That light was too overbearing and arrogant, and she finally understood that when the light descended on the former Sitong Town, the sweetness and saltiness in it-it was the smell of blood.

When I entered the city today, there were no living creatures in Yongan City. The light of last night swept away everything, the light was cold and dazzling, and could not be rejected, avoided, or even succumbed. Without the tolerance of the dark night, the light is too solemn.

Nicole completed the prayer meticulously, then walked through the crowd to her tent. As she left, the voice of prayer gradually rose, and the voice was still neat and loud, except for a trace of piety.

Is the will of the gods that we and other things can understand? Last night the light never forced her to abandon the darkness, and the darkness never kept her away from the light.

So Nicole ignored everything outside her body, she just prayed in her heart: I am the apostle of the dark night, walking under the darkness and in the mist. I worship light in the dark. When the punishment comes, I will give you a choice-life or death.

Nicole ignored the foreign objects, but the foreign objects came to the door, and Mela asked Nicole to hand over the military rights.

Faced with this unreasonable request, Nicole shook her head, "My rights are given by the gods. The gods came here last night and never issued oracles. And you, dare to challenge the authority of the gods?"

Nicole's words shocked Mela's heart. The gods didn't give her any rights, and she actually fainted. She turned away from Nicole with a look of panic, and ran back to the bright idol and confessed softly.

After confessing all night, Mela looked a little haggard, but still led the crowd to complete their prayers in the morning light. She temporarily dispelled the desire to fight for power, only begging Nicole not to speak out last night's words in public.

She is now-bad name, bad words. I just hope that there will be fewer incidents and let her spend this time safely. But the sky did not fulfill everyone's wish, and in the evening someone stood between Nicole and the idol.

Now no more than before, everyone is the slave of God, and there is no obvious difference in identity. Mela had a bad head, and she opened everyone's ambitions. And Nicole's compromise also allowed some people to see an opportunity.

Nicole knew she couldn't get close to the light, but didn't think anyone here would be more qualified to get close to the dark than she.

She raised her voice and said, "The gods will give a ruling, and you are not worthy to stand in front of me."

Someone sneered disdainfully.

Disdain, even if this is sent to Nicole, but here is before the idol. In the horrified expressions of the crowd, the **** statue came alive. The souls of countless war dead emerged from the statues, and the whirlwind of souls surrounded Nicole and others.

There was a howl in the wind, no one could see what was going on. When the whirlwind disappeared, only Nicole was standing there intact.

The darkness has never left, it has always been around. When she was wrapped in the whirlwind, a ray of warmth rose from the pendant on her chest, gently protecting her. The neigh of the soul turned into a soft whisper, boasting of the peace in the night.

Nicole stepped across the dirt on the ground to the foot of the idol and raised her head. Looking at the face hidden by the mist, a gentle smile appeared.

Mela stared at her cousin's back, watching her raise her head to face the idol, listening to the sound of prayer. As everyone mechanically responded to the prayers, the nails gradually penetrated into the palms...