When Lothar stepped out of the witch''s room, he was sent back to his former woodland, and when he turned to look at the front door, there were only a few crumbling stone doorframes. It seems that when the witches do not welcome their visitors, this door will become like this. No wonder people in lost heart bay can not find their hiding place in any case. In the final analysis, it is not a place that can be reached without relying on magic. Of course, no matter how powerful the witches'' magic is, they can''t really create a space out of the world. That''s what the Lord of the grey tower can''t do. So the witch''s hiding place must be somewhere in the mountains around lost heart Bay, but no one can find it.
It took the count some time to retrieve the Tomahawk that had been thrown into the grass. Fortunately, his throw in the fog did not use much strength, and the fool''s justice lay quietly waiting for its master to pick up himself again. Lothar raised his axe slightly above his head and watched the light reflected by the sun on the blade of the axe become extremely strong against the black shadow. He still can''t believe that he killed the thunder giant who had existed for a long time with this axe and right hand. Lothar has more than once imagined himself to be a warrior who kills dragons and demons in poems and legends, but when he becomes a giant killer, it is not as comfortable as he imagined. Because it had no glory to speak of, the count knew that no matter what the thunder giant''s evaluation in history, he had never seen the giant''s evil deeds with his own eyes. He killed an innocent person. The death of this innocent person indirectly contributed to the war.
Intuition told Lothar that he would pay a heavy price for his actions. What he can do now is to take advantage of the opportunity given by the great witch to try to recover his fault as much as possible. He''s going to assassinate the leader of the sea demon, who they call chief priests. Only in this way can he minimize the casualties of the war, and the great witch promised him that she would show her mercy to the sirens as long as they lost their sense of war. After all, a group of controlled sirens can bring more benefits to lost heart Bay.
With a heavy sense of guilt, Lothar had no other choice. Although the count knew that his approach was not just for the sirens, he had no deep friendship with these underwater dwellers. The only sea demon that the count cared about was a lone wanderer who had separated from the clan, and the complicated attitude of fioni towards his old family in his speech also led to speculation that the relationship between the transfigurer and the Leto clan was not harmonious.
What''s the use of thinking about it now? Lothar sighed and pinned his axe to his waist. He understood that what he was thinking now was just to find an excuse for what he was going to do to escape his inner condemnation, and he was really not good at it. I remember when I was a kid, Marcus was always in charge of sophistry and making up excuses. In the rat plague, the count only needed to wave his axe in the shadow of his grey robe. He is used to following the right people to do the right thing. But there are not so many people like Marcus and cheese in the world, and there are not so many right things. I mean, maybe everything has the most perfect solution, but the road is often hidden in the depths of thorns and can''t be detected.
Although the water level of this group was not easy to detect, the shallow water level of the small Sorcerer''s gathering place could not be easily detected. Before that, the count still had time to prepare for his operation, which was gathered in the evening, but now it is only in the afternoon. Having said that, he had nothing to prepare. Besides his Tomahawk and life, Lothar did not know what else he could use in the sea.
As a result, he became the first person to come to the beach to wait, with some simple equipment and dry food besides weapons and light leather armor. The count did not take advantage of this time to see the webworm again. He did not want her to see him like this. If the war is doomed to die, at least his last impression in his lover''s heart will not be too ugly. Sea breeze, driving the tide, also blowing a little dry sand, Rosa back against the uplift of the reef, enjoying the sunshine. Until, a dark shadow covered the sun.
"I thought I was the first one here. It seems that you won''t miss any chance to kill the siren, will you? " The Huntress''s human language has a peculiar accent, but given that sirens are a race that breathes with the gills on their shoulders, it''s not particularly surprising that they can''t make a nasal sound. Lothar raised her head slightly, shaking the sand on her head after confirming the identity of the comer. He had been unconscious in the sun for some time. But the crown of thorns on her right arm expressed the joy of goodbye to Lothar, rather than jekyana''s ironic greeting.
Feeling the pure joy from the shell friend made the count feel better. He stood up, looked over Jacques''s shoulder, and noticed what came with the Huntress. It was a small boat, small and used as a landing craft by ships like the black arrow. "Tell me there''s a big ship waiting for us in the open sea, will you?"
Jacques turned to look at the boat and shrugged. "Of course, in fact, your great witch has prepared a fleet for you, so that you can go straight into Leto''s army and kill their chief priests with harpoons. no Of course not, you idiot. How sensitive do you think sirens are to things on the water? If we''re going to pilot your ships, we''ll be targets when we get out of the harbor. I really don''t know how fioni spent so much time with you and your equally stupid kindred. He''s a real freak"Forgive her, hunter, in a bad mood." The sound of the crown of thorns sounded in Rosa''s head, and the retort that rose to her throat turned into a slight sigh.
"Well, it''s just a joke. But why is it just you? I thought fioni would be the pilot of this operation. " Said the count in his most peaceful tone.
Jacques snorted coldly, but answered Rosa''s question. "He''s a pilot, but he''s waiting for us on the other side of the vortex. When the sun goes down, I''ll pull you to the edge of the whirlpool, and then we''ll have to cross it underwater
"Are you sure? I can''t breathe underwater like you do. No matter how small the whirlpool is, I''m afraid it can''t swim through at one breath? And without the boat, what can we do if we go through the vortex? " Lothar told the Huntress in disbelief that, in his opinion, the plan was not a plan at all.
Before the siren answered, a tired but still full of energy voice sounded from two people not far away, three figures appeared on the beach in the gradually red sun, "don''t worry, we will solve this problem."
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