Chapter 378: The Truth

The forest on the border of the Frost Kingdom.

It was almost late at night, and the icy wind would bury all living creatures under the frost and snow.

Fortunately for Seyle and his army, there was no blizzard tonight, but some sparse snow fell, and the tranquility was like the night of the sacred festival in the Frost Kingdom.

"Prince, are you sleepy?"

Marshal Ammut sat by the improvised bonfire holding a glass of warm wine that had just been heated. The wine seemed to be the fuel for the marshal. Energetic.

Seyle is not very good at dealing with this kind of "Frost Country-style man", especially the spirits handed over by Marshal Amt, which smells too pungent to Seyle.

Does this country confuse the difference between alcohol and booze?

"I'm a little tired." Shayle nodded.

"Being attacked by an ice dragon during the day is indeed scary enough. Your Highness, you should go to rest first. Tonight, I and my Southern Army will keep watch."

Marshal Ammut threw a piece of dry wood into the campfire.

"The ice dragon won't be able to reach the bottom of the canyon, at most there will be some monsters like frost wolves and snow demons, so don't worry."

"Marshal Amt, you should also pay attention to your health."

Xie Er didn't make too many excuses. He glanced at the marshal's injured leg. The injured part has recovered a lot under the healing of the holy light magic.

He left the place where the bonfire was burning and walked into a tent that belonged only to him.

After entering the tent, the smile on Xie Er's face disappeared instantly. He walked to the bed and sat down, and clicked on the text message of the magic net.

There have been more than 130 messages between Sheil and the fire passer. According to these messages, the fire spreader told Sheyer something that he was unwilling to believe anyway.

The conspiracy of the Inquisition of the Holy Land.

"The Blackwood Forest Fire Incident."

Sheil flipped through the pictures sent by the fire bearer, which clearly recorded the evil deeds of the Heresy Tribunal in the Blackwood Forest.

After viewing the shocking images again, Seyle clicked on the immovable library section of the spellcaster forum, and found a book "Diary of a Heretic Inquisitor" in the immovable library with 130,000 replies.

This is also recommended by the fire passer to Sheyer. In this book, the origin of the judges and the operation method of this organization are introduced in detail.

Sheyer clicked on the first page of the book and began to read it. Reading books on the Monet is a very special experience. He can see other people's comments on the book at any time.

Originally, Shayle was just reading this diary with the mentality of looking up information, but the story of a young nun struggling to survive in the Inquisition Inquisition and gradually becoming a cold-blooded killer described in the diary somehow caught this. In the heart of a 'prince', he watched it patiently.

As time quietly began to pass, this "prince" of the Frost Kingdom has been immersed in this dark and lonely diary.

Until the Frost Spirit floated into the tent, lay on Sheil's shoulders, and made a slight sound. The cry of the Frost Spirit was a bit like a bell, which made Sheil recall from the diary. God has passed.

"It's been three hours?"

Sheil glanced at the time display in the lower right corner of the magic net. The time displayed on it was Nolan's. There was a three-hour time difference between Frostland and Nolan, so it was one o'clock in the middle of the night in Frostland.

"But it's just right."

Shayle wrote down the chapters he saw, closed the magic net, and touched Frost Spirit on his shoulder with his hand.

"Did you notice anything unusual?"

Two dots of light appeared on the white ball of light, nodding like human eyes.

"..."

After receiving an affirmative reply from Frost Spirit, Xie Er's heart became very heavy.

Although the diary of the heretic inquisitor is narrated from a first-person perspective, Sheyer can still see that there is a problem with this organization, and the inquisitors are definitely not using the power of the holy light.

But at present, Xie Yier is still not sure whether what the person who spread the fire said is true, what is the relationship between the Inquisition Tribunal and the Kingdom of the Holy Order, and...whether there are these dangerous guys in his army.

And now Xie Yier has to rely on his own eyes to confirm it for himself!

His consciousness gradually dissipated under the guidance of the Frost Spirit, and when Sheil opened his eyes again, he was already in the snowfield of the canyon.

The ability that Shayer obtained after accepting the power of Frost Spirit is to completely integrate his consciousness into the surrounding frost and snow.

Sheyer stood above the sky and scanned the camp in the canyon. Except for some of the night watch soldiers, the other soldiers had already fallen into a deep sleep.

Under the guidance of the Frost Spirit, he approached the tent where the priests of the Kingdom of the Holy Order were stationed, which was also the medical point for the entire army.

"Sleep peacefully, I have healed your wound." The priests in white comforted the wounded soldiers.

Seyle, who had turned into frost and snow, quietly drifted to the back of the tent. When he reached the corner of the tent, Seyle felt the breath of the magic barrier.

But this couldn't affect Xie Yier, a snowflake quietly drifted into the tent, and Xie Yier saw the scenery inside the tent clearly through the eyes of this snowflake.

In the tent, the priest who treated Marshal Amt's left leg during the day seemed to be arguing with a knight.

With the help of Frost Spirit, the snowflake gained hearing, and Shayle heard what the priest said clearly.

"Why don't you let that ice dragon kill all these guys! One breath! One breath is enough to kill hundreds of people, and you have to create an avalanche to push them into the canyon!" The priest scolded the knight loudly.

What the priest said made Xie Er stunned. He also recognized the armor on the knight as a soldier of the Second Legion under his command.

"At the bottom of the canyon inscribed by the magic circle of the ceremony, we need living creatures as tribute." The knight's voice sounded very hoarse, not like the voice a human should have at all.

"Then what should we do now! The 'spiritual plague' you are so proud of has no effect at all! The great twelve princes of the Frost Kingdom, Shayer, saved the entire army."

"It's the singing of the elves that affected the integrity of the ceremony..." When the knight said this, his eyes suddenly turned to the snowflakes that fell on the table.

Seyle's gaze met the knight's, and Seyle felt for a moment that he saw something terrifying.

The mental pain woke Seyle up from the bed, breathing fresh air non-stop, and the symptoms of tinnitus reappeared on Seyle's body.

Rituals, sacrifices, spiritual plagues...

Xie Er hugged his head, and his back was completely soaked in sweat. After a short period of contemplation, he opened the text message of the fire spreader, edited a message and sent it.

'It's true what you say, and it's true that among my friends... some of the Inquisition fellas in disguise. '