Chapter 462 Prison Gathering

The Furnace Golem in front of the Shadow City Barracks started moving again, with the same turbulent vortex flames, but a hint of blue flashed in the center.

"It's done." Wuming clapped his hands, announcing his great success, "What did I say? I said I could make it move again."

The Flame Knight looked at the blue in the red flames of the Furnace Golem and hesitated:

"Is this weakness too obvious?"

"Can ordinary people hit this weakness?" Wuming asked back.

The Flame Knight did not answer, so Wuming took the silence as an answer and patted his shoulder:

"Again, a weakness that cannot be exploited is not a weakness. Well, I have fulfilled my promise, can you let me go?"

"I never promised to let you go." The Flame Knight pushed away Wuming's arm, "I just want you to see Lord Messermo and let him decide your life or death."

"That's fine, what about Messermo?" Wuming said.

"This matter is not over yet." The Flame Knight said, "I will contact Lady Laylana and ask her to come and judge and see if you have done anything wrong."

"How rigorous." Wuming muttered, and had to agree, "Okay, we have to wait for more than ten days."

But within two days, Laylana came. It seems that Shadow City and Ensis City had a very fast means of communication before, and Laylana also has a very fast mount. Much faster than Wuming and his friends.

But thinking that Laylana is from Kalia, Wuming is not surprised. The communication technology of their caravan is learned from Kalia's technology.

Laylana came over and saw Wuming. She symbolically checked the furnace golem and said that there was no problem, which saved Wuming.

After that, Wuming was locked back in the small room.

"Where did you say you would let me see Messermo?" Wuming pushed open the window on the door of the small room and shouted out.

"I didn't say I can't let you see him." The Flame Knight said, "I have to ask for instructions first?"

"Can you let me wait in the reception room or something before asking for instructions?"

"You are still a prisoner, and prisoners should act like prisoners." The Flame Knight said, "Who knows if you will run away or spy on other information. Wait for me to ask for instructions, and then I will take you there."

The Flame Knight reminded Wuming:

"You are the Lightless One, and we should kill you, but you have proved your worth by repairing the golem. You can try to convince Lord Messermo to work for him, so that you can be spared."

With that, the Flame Knight left and walked up the stairs.

Wuming turned his head and observed the surrounding environment.

His cell was about the second floor. It was originally a room for the Horned Scholar to rest, and it was temporarily vacated for him to use as a prison.

And the Flame Knight went to ask Messermo for instructions, so Messermo should live on the upper floor.

Wuming couldn't help but start thinking about his purpose, how to convince Messermo to end the holy war.

Wuming felt that Messermo should be easier to deal with than Monget, because Messermo himself did not want to fight. In the past few days in Shadow City, seeing those Horned Scholars and Flame Knights living in harmony, Wuming saw hope.

The Flame Knight went up all the way. Above the library tower, there was a small tower one level higher. The Flame Knight wearing a winged snake helmet was guarding outside the tower.

The Flame Knight asked the obviously higher knight for instructions, entered the gate, went up the steps, and saw a small door.

The Flame Knight knocked on the door gently. After a moment, a voice came from inside the door, with a hint of fatigue:

"What's the matter?"

"The Lightless One wants to see you, saying that there is something important to discuss." The Flame Knight said, "Should we bring him here for questioning?"

The voice said: "Lightless One, what important matter could it be? Are they asking for peace?"

The Flame Knight said: "He claims to be from the border area and has information from the outside world to tell you. But some people also say that he may be a Horned Man. Or maybe he is here to deceive you."

The voice inside the door did not answer again. There was a burst of rapid footsteps, and then the small door opened, and Messermo with long hair had appeared at the door.

"Where is he? Take me there." Messermo said.

"Are you going there in person?" The Flame Knight said.

"It's too slow to bring her here." Messermo said.

The Flame Knight hesitated and said:

"Sir, in fact, Lady Laelana is here too. Since you are out, do you want to see her?"

Messermo paused and seemed a little hesitant. Although his face was expressionless, the golden light in his one eye still flickered.

After a moment, Messermo said:

"Go see the Lightless One first."

Wuming waited patiently, and finally heard footsteps coming from upstairs, and saw Messermo coming down.

"Are you Messermo?" Wuming tilted his head and observed Messermo.

Messermo did not respond to Wuming, his eyes were a little erratic, and he stared at the top of Wuming's head for a while.

"Oh? Very spiritual." Wuming smiled.

Wuming could feel that Messermo was looking at the guardian spirits and resentful souls above his head.

Messermo said: "You don't look like someone from the border, you look like a horn man."

Wuming smiled: "I can see it, and I can understand how much resentment you have caused. Maybe this is also the reason why you don't want to kill all the horn people? If you really kill them all, I don't know what kind of curse will be born from that resentment."

Messermo was silent, with a trace of grief on his face.

"But don't worry, I'm not a Horned Man." Wuming said, "But I'm not a native of the Borderland either. Of course, now I think I can be considered half a Borderlander."

Messemer said, "Is there something you want to tell me?"

Wuming smiled at Messer:

"Before you came, I thought about what I should say to you for a long time. But many things were meaningless. For example, before I came, I wanted to criticize you for being too wasteful, but after seeing this collection, I felt that there was no need to say anything. And I think , you should be more direct, sincerity is the last resort - I want you to stop the jihad."

Messemer stared at Wuming:

"It seems that you are indeed a Kakuren. Has the Kakuren chosen to use this method now? I thought you would just fight to the death."

"I'm not a horned man, just an immortal who came to convince you to end the war." Wuming looked at him.

Looking at each other for a moment, Messermo said:

"Do you have to look at me like this?"

The nameless head stuck out of the window, looking at Messermo crookedly, feeling that he had a long sideways side.

Wuming was a little embarrassed:

"Can you help me? My head is stuck."

Messemer was silent for a moment, stretched out his long fingers, held Wuming's helmet, and pushed him back.

Messemer walked in and asked straight to the point:

"I heard you have something important to do. If that's what matters to you, our conversation can be over."

Wuming sat on the ground and scratched his head:

"Oh, there are so many things. I don't know where to start - you are the leader of the Jihad, right?"

Messermo nodded slightly.

"Malika asked you to do it?" Wuming asked.

Messermo hesitated and said:

"I took the initiative, and the responsibility does not lie with my mother."

Wuming said: "Then why do you want to kill people who are not blessed? What is the reason?"

"Because this is what my mother expected." Messermo said.

"You're not pretending after just one sentence?" Wuming smiled, "Yes, after all, you know the reason behind why the Golden Tree can be great. In this case, there is really no reason to maintain the orthodoxy of the Golden Tree. Very convincing."

Messermo was a little displeased: "I'll give you another chance to say a word. If it doesn't work, just mount your spear."

"Queen Malika has disappeared." Wuming said, "And she is preparing to make the faded one the king - the lightless one, but there was light before."

"No way," Messemer said.

"You guys react like this no matter what." Wuming said, "If you don't believe it, just go to the junction and take a look and you'll know."

Hearing Wuming's confident words, Messermo took a step back, seeming to be greatly shocked.

"Absolutely impossible." Messemer said, "My mother's partner is Godfrey, a majestic war king. How could he choose the faded one to become the king?"

"Oh, Godfrey has also faded. He just came back not long ago." Wuming said, "But now he is indeed in charge of Rodel again. You can't be wrong."

Messermo took another step back: "The king has faded?"

"By the way, before Godfrey comes back, Rodel is in charge of Bad Omen - oh, it's the Horned Man." Wuming stretched out his index finger and blasted all kinds of explosive news into Messermo's ears.

Messemer retreated to the corner and leaned his slender body against the corner. The red snake on his body came out and wiped his forehead.

Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Messermo slowly calmed down. When he opened his eyes again, the eyes he looked at Wuming no longer had any emotion:

"I see, Horned Man, you came here just to show off your words. Now that you have finished speaking and I have listened, let me die for you - be swallowed by the fire of Messermer."

"Wait, wait, wait, why are you suddenly going to hit someone?" Wuming waved his hands repeatedly and backed into the corner, "If you have something to say, talk to me."

"I have nothing more to say to you." Messemer said, "You can curse me and curse me, but you should not insult your mother."

Flames condensed from Messemer's palms, and scorching air flowed through the small room.

"Stop it, can't you feel my sincerity!" Wuming looked at Messer with the most sincere look in his eyes.

Messer remained unmoved, and the fireball grew larger and larger.

"I was sent by Leilana." Wuming raised his hand.

The flame in Messemer's hand dissipated:

"Leilana?"

"Yes, yes, she sent me here, and I really didn't lie to you." Wuming said.

"Then I'll ask her." Mersemer turned around and went out, saying to the Flame Knight guarding the door, "Call Lelana here."

"She hasn't left yet?" Wuming was dumbfounded, "She is the Lord of Ensis. Is it okay to be gone for so long?"

Leila came over quickly, looking at Messermo and then at Wuming.

Leilana crossed her shoulders with one hand and glanced over her head:

"do not know."

Messemer looked at Wuming with an even colder look:

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

Wuming looked at the big fire ball that had re-condensed in Messemer's hand with a frown on his face, and he didn't know what to say. He watched as the fireball condensed in Mersemer's hand, and then he held him up and threw it towards him.

Wuming sighed and stretched out a hand to catch Messermo's fireball.

The fireball disappeared between the palms of the two people. Wuming held Messermo's palm and pushed him back with a slight force.

Messermo landed lightly and looked at Wuming in surprise.

Wuming still stood there, staring at Messermo:

"Did you really attack me because I insulted your mother? It would be better if you confirm such an important matter with your own eyes."

Wuming looked at the confused Messemer:

"Or are you also afraid? Are you afraid that this news is true? Are you afraid that your persistence and suffering have no meaning and are just a joke?"

The two red snakes wrapped around Messermo were restless, swimming quickly on his body, spitting out snake messages at Wuming, making a hissing sound.

Leilana noticed Mersemer's complicated thoughts and hugged him with both hands. Her armor, as cold as the moon, soothed Mersemer's restless heart.

I tried soothing him for a long time, but it didn't work. Leilana began to take out her staff and apply calming magic to Messer.

Wuming said: "Rather than being anxious, shouldn't you worry about your mother first? Maybe if you end the jihad now and return to help immediately, you might be able to save your mother."

Perhaps Wuming's words hit the point, or perhaps Leilana's calming magic took effect. Messermer finally began to speak:

"Didn't you say that mother disappeared?"

Wuming smiled: "This is the rumor among the residents of the Junction area, but the upper-level bosses know the inside story to some extent. And coincidentally, I have many contacts with the senior people in the Junction area, and I happen to know where Malika is."

"Where?" Messemer said.

"He was punished for smashing the magic ring and was imprisoned in the golden tree." Wuming said, "As long as he can enter the golden tree, he should be able to be rescued, probably."

Messemer leaned forward and opened his lips slightly, ready to blurt out something.

But he finally fell silent:

"No, I can't leave the Shadow Land."

"Because your mother abandoned you?" Wuming said, "Don't be so pedantic. It is a fact that the Faded Ones were recalled, and Malika's thoughts are also changing. Maybe...she just wants to hug you now."

"My mission is here," Messemer said.

"Even if the mission is for you to massacre innocent people, you wouldn't want to?" Wuming said.

"The Horn Man is not innocent," Messermer said.

"Come on, it's okay to deceive those simple-minded soldiers." Wuming said, "The Horned People are a nation. Specifically speaking of individuals, how many people have you mistakenly killed who didn't actually deserve to die? If your belief is so firm, what will happen to the Horned People? Not extinct yet. You want to bring death to the lightless ones? Then what are the many horned people in your vault doing? Do they have love in their hearts and light in their eyes?"

"You don't understand." Messermo remained silent, "My mission is more than that."

"Oh? There are other purposes? Let's talk about it." Wuming approached Messermo to close the distance and close the relationship. He exposed Messermo's snake, "If you have any problems, go to the sun and brainstorm ways to solve it."

"That's not what you should know." Messermo's tone seemed to be colder this time, and the red snake shook Wuming away.

Wuming speculated on Messermo without hesitation:

"The attitude is a little firmer, but not that firm. In other words, this matter is not as resistant to you as the Holy War Burning Horns, but it also seems immoral."

Wuming recalled the accusations made by the Horned Man against Messermo:

"That's... the sealing tower?"

Messermo's pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Wuming with a more serious look.

"It seems that I guessed it right." Wuming said, "What's in the tower? Burning the horned people, but sealing the tower instead of destroying it, seems to have some considerations."

"This is not something you should inquire about." Messermo looked at Wuming with some fear, stopped talking to Wuming, and was ready to leave.

As soon as he went out, a corner man hurried over and almost bumped into Messermo.

"What's the matter?" The red snake on Messermer's body gently dragged the horned man, preventing him from falling.

"Lord Mersemer? There are intruders in the inner area." The horn man said, "There are more than a dozen of them."

Messermo nodded slightly: "Thank you for your hard work."

He has already come out anyway, so it won't be troublesome to take advantage of the opportunity to deal with the invading Xiaoxiao.

Wuming poked his head out from behind him:

"By the way, can you change a room for me? The bed here is burned out."

Messermo's footsteps stagnated and he actually turned back.

Then several snake-like patterns were attached to the door, and a seal was attached to the door to strengthen the cell.

Messemer then left. Leilana looked back at Wuming helplessly and followed him.

"Oh, what an unlucky boy, it's hard to say." Wuming retracted his head and sighed softly, "It would be nice if Patch and the others were here."

After a while, the nameless probe looked at the next room and was very surprised:

"Oh, how do you know I'm thinking of you?"

Wuming heard the sound and looked outside, and saw a group of flame knights escorting Patch into the next door, and quickly greeted Wuming.

Patch was in the next room at this time. The spider was lying on the door, with its head exposed, angrily scolding Wuming:

"Do you know how many times I wiped your ass? I almost got you killed."

"There's no exaggeration." Wuming said with a smile, "If I had known, you might as well not have run away. What would you do now? I've already told Messemer about the junction, but he's unmoved."

"I know." Patch said angrily, "You said it all."

Wuming said: "Besides the Holy War, it seems that Mersemer is sealing the Horned Man's tower, and I don't know what is in the tower. Patch, do you have any clues?"

Patch didn't speak. On the other side of the nameless room, Leda responded first:

"Gate of God."

"God's Gate?" Wuming was stunned for a moment, lost in thought, and then asked Leda, "Why aren't you behind the same door?"

Leda was speechless: "Mr. Messemer let us men share a room and women a room."

"Oh, so Roger and the others are with Patch?" Wuming looked at Patch.

"No, the men are farther away." Patch said, "Messermo told the Flame Knight that there is one room for men, one room for women, and one room for monsters. In other words, I have a single room."

"Where is Laya?" Wuming blinked.

"My daughter is not a monster." Tanis was dissatisfied.

"Before, in order to avoid the Flame Knight, her body was too big and inconvenient, so she turned into a human and stayed with her mother." Patch said.

"Is anyone else concerned about the topic of the Gate of God?" From the next door, Leida's voice came faintly.

"Oh, you say." Wuming humbly asked for advice.

Leida thought for a moment and prepared to tell the shocking secret she had learned after many days of investigation--

"Oh, it's a device that can make people become gods." Patch said, "Malika became a god with it, but this tower was created by the Horned Man. The Golden Tree said that the Horned Man's civilization was backward, but it turned out that she became a god with the power of others. It's really shameful."

"So powerful." Wuming said, "So Marika is hiding the secret because she is embarrassed?"

"I think so." Patch said.

"It must be to prevent the Horned Man from obtaining this power." Leida said weakly, "Or to prevent any force other than the Golden Tree from obtaining it. The power to create gods is too terrifying."

"So this is Messermo's mission. As long as the tower exists for one day, he must guard it on this day." Wuming said, "And the Horned Man will never surrender in order to take back the tower, and will continue to fight back."

Wuming touched his chin: "It looks like the Golden Tree."

Patch lay on the door of the next room and said sarcastically:

"How about it, hero, have you thought of a way?"

"I thought of it." Wuming said.

Patch said, "You don't want to destroy the tower?"

"Wouldn't that be a waste?" Wuming said.

Patch: "Waste is not a problem, the problem is that this can't solve the problem, and the Horned People will just fight to the death. Their curse is not covered. Curse their sons and grandsons, curse their children, and their descendants, and they will suffer forever."

Patch said, "And do you think the tower is so easy to destroy? You have to use the power to destroy the golden tree, and if that happens, the damage will be very great."

"Um... uh..."

Wuming stuck his head on the window and made a sound like constipation.

"What are you doing?" A Fire Knight came over and heard Wuming's voice, "You want to go to the toilet? Remember to apply in advance, and then we will take you there."

The Fire Knight said, and saw the snake patterns all over Wuming's door, and paused:

"We can't open your door, we have to ask Lord Messermo. But we can't ask Lord Messermo for this kind of thing, so you should solve it in the room first."

The Fire Knight passed a torch through the window:

"Burn it with fire after you go, and you'll be fine."

"I'm not worried about that." Wuming said, "I've been constipated for thousands of years, don't worry about me."

"Oh? So you already know about the probation period?" The Fire Knight said.

"What probation period?" Wuming was stunned.

"Have you seen those horn scholars in the vault?" said the Flame Knight. "Not all of them were recruited. Some of them are like you, illegally invading. Such people should be punished according to the rules. We have only one kind of punishment - skewering and roasting. But we will also give you a chance. If you can prove your worth, you can stay here to work and reduce the punishment, and eventually you can be released."

The Flame Knight grabbed a small notebook:

"Stay in prison honestly, don't cause trouble, work hard, and survive the probation period. After that, it's up to you to leave or stay. You can invade again if you want. Before, there was a horn who invaded seven times, and finally stayed.

You can talk about your specialties - you don't need to say it, I know you can repair golems."

After the Flame Knight finished speaking, everyone was silent. Messemo's way of handling it was indeed unique, and no one expected it.

But what's more despairing is that everyone basically has no skills that can be regarded as impressive. The vault does not need combat power, and Messemo does not accept outsiders into the military system.

But in the storage vault, the work is to sort out books, clean up standards, etc., and everyone basically has no education and can't do it.

Only Ampah showed knowledge and could go to the storage vault to help sort out the materials.

Colin applied for a job as an assistant to the Golden Tree Priest, and successfully left the cell and entered the probation period.

The others had nothing. Although Roger had some knowledge, he was unwilling to abandon Fia. Fia could only sleep in death, which was quite taboo in the Golden Tree's territory.

The others also knew that the skills they mastered would never be favored by the Golden Tree forces, so they all kept silent.

Only Lance Shanks was quite confident, saying that there was someone above us, the King of Rodel.

"King of Rodel? King Gefulei?" The Flame Knight was still unclear about the changes in the border area.

"Mongert."

"I've never heard of him. Who is that?"

"It's a bad omen." Lance Sanx, "But I don't think it's a bad omen. It's just that it has a lot of horns--"

"I see. The sentence will be increased." The Flame Knight made a note in the small notebook.

"What will happen if you don't have any special skills?" Wuming asked.

"Execute you. After all, you are the Lightless Ones and you broke into the vault illegally." The Flame Knight said.

"Why are you like this? I thought you were very reasonable." Wuming pleaded for his teammates.

The Flame Knight put down his notebook and said to Wuming:

"I sympathize with you emotionally, but this is the requirement of the law. We cannot disobey it casually. Can we still call it a law if we disobey it casually?"

"If you have special skills, you have a chance to be rescued. Isn't it also disobedience?" Wuming said.

"We are just letting you go, not giving you a gold medal to avoid death." The Flame Knight said, "There are still black knights and soldiers on this land. They are the embodiment of the dignity of the law."

The Flame Knight approached the unknown window and whispered:

"In short, our intention is to let you go if you have skills, leaving a way for you to survive, so that you have the opportunity to reproduce, and the inheritance of culture and skills can continue. In this way, even if you continue to carry out the orders of the Holy War, the filth will not be eradicated. "

"It's hard to tell whether this is kindness or cruelty." Wuming said.

"It's cruel to both sides," said the Flame Knight. "It's also a kind of kindness. It depends on how you look at it."

The Flame Knight left the window and stood still again, with a serious and terrifying death mask looking around at the prisoners in the prison:

"If you don't have skills, I can only announce that you need to be executed -"

"Wait!"

At the critical moment, Greg's voice came out from the man's cell, firm and immediate.

"Huh?" Flame Knight looked over.

Greg said slowly:

"I am the Golden King!"

The Flame Knight waited for a while:

"Gone?"

"The Golden Clan! They are relatives of Mersemer!" Greg was excited, "Can't you let us go?"

The Flame Knight observed Greg: "But are you from the golden clan? It doesn't look like it to me."

"It's absolutely true, Godfrey is my ancestor." Greg said, "I am also a demigod."

"But why are your eyes dull?" Flame Knight asked.

Greg was silent.

The Flame Knight said again: "Then do you have a big rune?"

Greg became even more silent.

"It can't be done." Patch said, "It seems that there is no way to resolve it peacefully, we can only break up. Wuming, can you come out?"

Wuming pushed the door open: "The seal on the door is very strong, but there is no seal on the wall. I can go to your place first."

"It doesn't matter if you come or not." Patch's voice was cold, "I don't care about their punishment standards, and I don't care how Wuming negotiates with the Golden Tree, but if they touch Tanis, Wuming, don't blame me for causing trouble for you. ”

Seeing the increasingly tense situation, Wuming felt very embarrassed and discussed with the Flame Knight:

"Why don't you call Messemer here and talk to you again?"

"This is Queen Malika's order, and Lord Messermo will not violate it." Flame Knight said, "Unless you have some way to make him change his mind, the benefits are so great that he is willing to grant you all a pardon."

"Do we have one?" Wuming asked Patch.

"You can send out Michaela." Patch said, "It's ready."

"Hiss..." Wuming had a headache.

"Wait!" Greg spoke again.

"What else?" The Flame Knight looked over, somewhat disapproving of Greg. He does not discriminate against civilians, but it is a bit offensive for a person with dull eyes to insist on saying that he is a member of the golden clan.

"I'll do the limb replacement," Greg said.

"What is that?" said the Flame Knight.

"It doesn't matter what it is." Greg said, "I can help you treat that wizard."