69novels Chapter 148 Medal
Chapter 148 Medal
Chapter 148 Medal
There is a tired old wolf lying on the tower of Farland, all the Gulus know it, it is said that it is the spokesperson of wolf blood in Rodland, and all the Gulus also admire it, because they know that their mission is to guard it.
But why, perhaps no one knows better than Ashemir.
As the last undead team, he clearly knew his mission, which was to protect the old wolf and the medal around its neck, a medal with the wolf knight on it.
Ashmir used to have a habit of holding the medal in his hand when he had nothing to do, and slowly touching the mottled lines with his fingers. Sometimes, he would choose to hold it and wipe it slowly with clean water.
However, since the girl arrived, the situation has changed. She replaced Ashmir's job. Every morning, after praying to Lloyd, she would pick up the badge and wash it by the only clear water in Faran.
As for Ashmir, he would naturally follow the girl.
"Ashemir." The girl called out softly, "Do you think that the badge looks like a knight?" While speaking, she held up the badge.
"That's a knight." Ashmir said indifferently, "a wolf knight."
The girl blinked her eyes, looked carefully at the pattern and said, "Who said it was a wolf knight? It's obviously a knight with a wolf." She walked over with the badge.
"Look." She pointed with green fingers: "This is a wolf, this is a knight."
Ashemir turned away the girl's side face and shook his head slightly, and said, "This is the wolf knight, the wolf knight Artorius."
"Artorius!" the girl said in surprise: "I know him, the greatest knight! Abyss Walker!" She wiped the water stains on the badge with her sleeve.
"That's also the totem of the undead team." Ashmir almost whispered.
"What's the use of this badge?" The girl said casually, and she played with it curiously, "Is it a symbol?"
Ashmir thought for a while and said, "This should be a key, or a token."
"Treasure?" The girl was even more strange. "The tokens I've seen are all small things... such as grass, ears and so on."
"It's not a thing of faith, but a proof of identity." Ashemir said patiently, "It's the same as your priest's robe." As he said, he cast his eyes at the girl's pure white robe.
"Then I understand." The girl nodded, and then said, "If it's a key, it must have something to open, right?"
"A door." Ashemir muttered, he had learned from the captain's few words, "It can open the door that was once closed by the abyss walker."
"That must be Wulasilu, right?" The girl said casually, "I've heard that story before!"
"The king's knight entered Urazilu, finally wiped out the abyss and returned to Arnoel Londe!" The girl pointed her finger and said: "This is my mother's favorite story."
"Hehe." Ashemir smiled, "The merciless god." He almost murmured the second half of the sentence, and he didn't want the girl to hear him muttering to King Gwen.
After all, not everyone knows the past behavior of the gods like them who can't die.
Did the so-called knights of the king really return to Anor Londe?
Perhaps no one knows better than these wolf worshipers.
He took the medal from the girl's hand, then shook his head slightly. This was not only the key to open Urazilu, but also the key to the wolf knight's tomb.
"That's right." The girl said as if remembering something: "I recently heard some Gulu say that people from Londor will pass by here recently."
"Londore?" Ashemir looked at the girl with strange eyes. As a priest of the White Cult, shouldn't she be at odds with these heretics?
Why is it so plain.
The girl said: "That's right, the people of Londor, they are female knights, sometimes, I want to be a knight too." Speaking of this, she paused, "It's all my mother's fault, she insisted that the priest wants to change Suitable for girls."
Your mother is right in saying this. As far as you vomited all over the place that day, it's better to stand behind honestly.
Seemingly knowing what Ashmir was thinking, the girl blushed and stretched out her hand to pat Ashmir's shoulder, "I know you're thinking about that day again."
Ashmir chuckled and shook his head, then pulled down the lever of the elevator with his hand.
After the morning inspection, naturally, they were going back to the top of the tower.
Listening to the girl humming a song, Ashemir was sometimes quite confused. As a priest of the White Cult, why would she stay with him, guarding the old wolf and the medal.
Every time he got the answer: "This is the will of God Lloyd."
After all, it is God's order, and I can't question it, just like the oracle of the wolf god, I will stay here to guard the old wolf and the medal...until the destruction of the world.
By the way, I have to protect this girl.
Ashmir sighed with a headache, maybe Ashes didn't suffer as much as himself?
However, if Ash knew that there was a wolf knight in Rhodeland far away who wanted to compare his pain with him, he would probably be very willing, right?
Looking at Harry and Ron who were whispering in front of him, he couldn't help but sighed.
These two guys were running around in the corridor at night, and they happened to be seen by Ash.
If it was normal, Ash would have turned a blind eye, but what was even more unlucky for these two children was that they also met Filch.
The castle warden wanted to hang them up with chains.
In Ron's eager eyes, Ash finally chose to save the two little guys.
"Why are you running around in the corridor?" Ash said, and he set his target on the familiar Ron.
"Eh..." Ron scratched his head and said with an ugly expression, "We just got lost!"
"Yes, I got lost." Harry beside him also said hastily, with a particularly sincere expression.
"Did you get lost in the first month of school?" Ash said coldly.
Of course, he didn't really come to clean up the two of them. He watched Filch disappear gradually, and quickly waved his hands and said, "Go back to the dormitory and sleep, don't let Filch catch you again."
After all, he left. After all, he was still rushing back to continue studying the body of the Rolling Wing Demon.
That's right... corpses.
Ash tried to inject his soul into the Wing Curly Demon. He wanted to see if he could control the Wing Curly Demon with his soul. In fact, he succeeded halfway.
The Wingroll lost its own soul, but the other half failed, and the Wingroll was not controlled by Ash's soul.
As a magical animal, it seems that it can't integrate into Ash's soul, and the body seems to have some kind of rejection.
In stark contrast to the Thestrals, which are clearly made of souls.
Hey, Ash didn't expect that the Curly Wing Demon, which he had just acquired for a few weeks, would be lost by him like this, and he felt a little bit disappointed.
But fortunately, I have already figured out how to arrange the mechanism of the Sorcerer's Stone. This should be the only surprise, right?
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