"Thirty years ago, I was an intern at the Cobbutto Academy and had just won the title of "apprentice". I have three best friends, Bai Ling, Lat, and Batuya. As a dark clan, I am a Truth. No one in the academy wants me to date, but they insist on being friends with me despite the opposition of others. This makes me feel very much. In my heart, these three friends are more precious than any treasure in the world. No matter who wants to hurt them, they must step on my body. To me, they are priceless.

Bao is the whole of my life. What, is it strange? The dark clan will also have feelings? They also know what love is? The Light Cultivators, every creature in this world has feelings, no matter which camp he is in? What kind of gods he believes in? Like the undead, orcs, demons, and night elves, these races that you think are the same. They also have feelings, but they have different values." Seeing the Light Cultivators' expressions that disagree, Moya knew that they could not understand the meaning they wanted to express.

"They just don't have mercy on you. A dark clan has no place for you except the dark world."

"Is that...this is your point? This is how the followers of the goddess of loving and righteous spread the doctrine of light? Knight Randy? Where did your knight code go? As humans claim to be equality, then?"

"Randy..." Rantoya held the Knight's hands tightly held in anger; "Let her finish."

"Ha...yes, you have to let me finish it, otherwise, this is not called an argument."

Under the thousand years of hostility and the corrosion of the doctrine of light, these humans still remembered the fact that they lived with other species during the Great Wild Period. They still knew that the Truths who had been hunting for them were their ancestors and their former masters. The origins of these humans who are surviving now are nothing more than the descendants of the weakest and most incompetent Truths, a class regarded as slaves.

"Well... I'm off topic, so I'll continue to tell my story. Bai Ling, Batuya and Lat and I often go out for adventures, just like His Royal Highness and your friends. Caves, ruins, and leave the palace... Let's help each other, and spend whatever difficulties we have. Ah... Three years passed quickly and in the blink of an eye. I passed the "apprentice" exam as the first in the school and obtained the qualification to study in school. At this joyful moment in life, I want to share my happiness with my best friend. But..." Moya's face turned gloomy; "An unexpected thing happened. I trusted the most and best sister Bai Ling, I have always been

When my brother takes care of Rat, and my most admired competitor Batuya, they joined forces to attack me and kill me. And Willy... an inconspicuous thief, an ordinary friend I never care about, a fool who accidentally met but said he wanted to be friends with me, but in order to protect an idiot who did not regard him as a friend... I died and was killed by my best friend, like a pinching an ant to kill him. Without a life experience, the nameless thief sacrificed his life to protect me, and what I valued the most, the one I paid the most, and the friend I had ever encountered, but pushed me to the abyss of hell!!"

The conversation stopped.

The discussion stopped.

Merchant, bandit, Dragoon, Ryan, Eruson, Rantoya, Sue, Scar, Randy.

All those in the woods stopped all activities.

The surroundings became quiet, and even the breathing sound was clearly heard.

"I was heartbroken with the thief Willy who had died. But my most cherished friends told me that they... never regarded me as a friend, and that they were close to me to gain my trust. They were afraid, afraid, jealous, and worried that I would steal the status, inheritance, identity, wealth, and reputation that originally belonged to them. So, they took action, before I achieved greater success. Willy, his death was only an increase in their crime of false accusation. Such a sincere emotion of sacrifice to protecting friends deteriorated under the distortion of malicious intentions. As for your father, 2016

Young man, although he was just an ordinary classmate, he also played a very important role in my life. He brought a large group of knights, and together with another disgusting guy, accusing me of killing and robbing me... Anyway, all the crimes that can be used were used. The Light Cult does not have a death penalty, except for the evil people who are extremely guilty, for ordinary prisoners, they are usually life imprisonment. Until the Supreme Court announced that I would be imprisoned for life in Grigg Prison, I didn't believe the fact that had happened." Turning his head to the bandits, Moya asked; "Who among you has been to Grigg Prison?"

After a look at each other, three people finally raised their hands.

"Do you a favor. If I were to say it, these people would definitely not believe it. Please tell the knights, priests and princes from the Holy Capital, what kind of place is Grig, the city of death row?"

"It's very scary. That prison...it's so hot during the day that people can shed a layer of skin, and the cold wind at night can freeze the underage children to death. Spider monsters, groundworms and underground creatures always run from caves connected to the dark area to the cell. Many prisoners are eaten in their sleep. You have to beware of monsters that may appear at any time." The first bandit closed his eyes, and the terrifying memory was still in his mind and could never be erased.

"Indeed, the jailers there are more terrifying than monsters. Every new invader will be tortured by them. Flash, stolen, and knife will be chosen." The second bandit took off his shirt and the dense whip marks on his back confirmed his words.

"Even inmates in the same room must be careful. In order to seize the pitiful rations, prisoners who are already desperate will kill their companions to delay their lives. Those ghosts who died unjustly stay in prison, crying and crying every night, and crying every day, will make people feel mentally broken. During those days in prison, I always thought that maybe one day, I will die like them, in this dark prison like them..." The third bandit covered his ears. Even though he had been away from prison for a year, the moans of the dead still echoed in his ears.

"None of these can describe Grieg's harsh environment. I am honored to be warmly treated by the prison guards and tried all three criminal laws." Rolling up my sleeves, Moya showed everyone the black scars on her arms, which were as dense as worms, intertwined, and particularly eye-catching on her slender and pale hands. "My three friends are really good. They even take care of me when they are in prison. The prison is dark, and everyone has chosen a criminal law for me, reminding me every month not to forget them."

"It's so cruel..." Unable to see the terrible traces, Lantoya turned her head away.

"Cruel... No, this is time. The days in prison are too dark and I can't remember them, so I have to use the monthly sentence to calculate. The whipping is on the back and the stolen feet are on the soles of the feet, so I can't let you see it. However, I'm happy to describe it for you. You've seen the whipping, so let's talk about stolen. This criminal law is much more than the other two civilizations. Pressing the prisoner's feet on hundreds of red-burned needle boards will make the wounds not bleeding or infected. It's much lower than the mortality rate of knife and whipping. However... I have to torture the prisoner for a day, and don't want to walk with his feet that are still iron-beaten. I'm very lucky that these feet are not ruined, but I just can't walk for a long time."

"Strangely speaking, Grieg belongs to Mingsu, and how could the imperial prison, which believed in the goddess of light, treat prisoners so cruelly? It is clearly a lie you made up and made up, in order to win everyone's sympathy." Scarl was unwilling to believe what Moya said, and he subconsciously defended him.

If...if...what this woman said the truth, then...father...no, he would never be that kind of person.

"Don't believe it? Then you can ask Gulid. As a national elder, he must know the inside story about Grieg's prison. Prince Carter, the former dynasty, was imprisoned after failing to usurp the throne. He was my old neighbor. He had been tortured for ten years before he died with hatred. The sorcerer of the court visited him three times, but I remember it clearly. Right, Gulid." Knowing that his words would be questioned, Moya turned his finger on Gulid.

"Is this true? Elder Gulid, please tell me that the woman was lying. These are all lies she made?"

Gulid lowered his head in the inquiring eyes of everyone. He did not answer Scar's question, which was undoubtedly everything Moya said.

"The torture of the flesh is temporary, and the torture of the soul is the most unacceptable. The walls of my cell are engraved with 'Why?' Why am I treated like this inhuman? No one can give me the answer. In the empty cell, except for my anger and unwilling roar, there are only those vengeful spirits that are inextricably lingering. Before entering the prison, I never killed a human being. The only thing I hope is to spend my long life safely and freely. I never want to seize power, never want to be rich, and I don't want to dye my hands full of human blood. I never want to seize power, never want to be full of wealth, and I don't want to be covered with human blood.

, but fate has no choice. I have also prayed that the goddess of light can help me get rid of endless suffering, and that those old friends who are unscrupulous can repent, but the only one who responds to me is the God of Darkness that makes me revenge. As time passes year by year, my inner hope and conscience die little by little. In despair, I swear with my soul that those who betray and frame me will taste the same pain as me. I want them to lose everything, so that they can no longer feel the beauty and happiness of the world, and to make them regret and hate

The sins I committed at the beginning. But even so, I still cannot be comforted. Those feelings that have died in betrayal and those unforgettable memories torture my spirit all the time. Your Highness, this is my complaint, a complaint that was thirty years late. You humans accused me of falling and evil. So, when I was injustice, where are you righteous men? Where are the redemption and forgiveness of the God of Light? Why are the wicked not punished, but enjoying all their glory and fame and fortune? All beings are equal... I hate it when I remember them.

This term. The second doctrine of Light: ‘Equal all beings’. How ridiculous, why should there be rich and poor in the world? Why should there be strong and weak? Why should there be light and darkness? The first rule of the Holy Teaching of Light; ‘Don’t kill innocent people at will, kind, pure and harmless lives.’ How ironic… And you, the Light believers who think they are just, you don’t know what kind of prisoner you are pursuing, and you don’t know how much pain I endured to escape from prison successfully, and what right do you have to judge whether I am guilty?!”

Looking at Prince Ryan with a pale face, Moya did not stop her complaining; "As for you, Knight Randy. The Knight himself is a noble class, a person who has not experienced the test of human nature, and is not qualified to teach me a lesson. Sistale... If it were a year ago, no, two days ago, I would never forgive him. After this guy knew the sad past that I least wanted to mention, he betrayed my trust. In the past, I would definitely list him as the next object of revenge. But now, I forgive him. Although he betrayed his oath, it was my own willingness to believe him, and it was my own mistake. I don't blame him. Although Sistale is similar to me

The encounter, but after all, it is the blood of a white elf. Choosing the camp of light is much better than sinking into the darkness. He and your friends who are worried about him like this are really enviable..." The warning of the Dark Moon Goddess is no longer necessary. Sistaer has made his choice, and he still cannot abandon his mother and the foggy forest like a fairyland. This kid always remembers it in his heart. I hope that one day I can go back... I will be different. Anesia, there is no place for me, the only thing I can do... is to move forward. No matter whether there is more suffering or death on the road of fate, I can only go on. There is no way to look back.

"Sistar is different from you, witch. Your nature is different, and of course he will not choose the same path as you!!" A majestic voice interrupted Moya's thoughts. An old man with a righteous face arrived surrounded by dozens of priests of the Light Cult.

"Shayek High Priest! Why are you..." Ryan stood up. He didn't expect that the High Priest would come from the nearby town so soon. It was not dawn yet.

"In order to execute this evil witch, I rushed over from Furman City without stopping." Looking carefully at the woman in black robe sitting in the center of the Forbidden Magic Formation, she was obviously much more mature than the young girl in my memory. Her once bright and bright eyes were now dark, and she could not see her thoughts. The face full of angry expressions also became quiet and unpredictable, and she could not see any thoughts.

When the priest's eyes fell on the purple crystal necklace on Moya's chest, his peaceful expression also began to become serious; "The moon god's jewelry... is indeed the same as recorded in the secret book, you really got this artifact."

"Long time no see, Master Shayek, no, you should call you a high priest." The surprise on Moya's face flashed, so fast that it was unaware of it.

"You... know?" Prince Ryan was even more surprised. The high priest had not taken a step out of the Great Hall for thirty years. How could he know the Dark Night Priest?

"Yes, thirty years ago, he was one of my presiding judges, but the priest refused to listen to my statement, and after the sentence was announced, he directly sent me to Grigg Prison. Ah~~~ I remembered that I had a classmate, Vadsos, who is your nephew, right? I said, why was it so easy to be sentenced, and I didn't even give me a chance to appeal, so I was directly imprisoned. It turned out that there was still this relationship. What a pity that your nephew ran fast, and I almost caught him in Merry."

"I'd better worry about yourself. Today I'm here to carry out the punishment of heavenly fire that His Majesty himself delivered. I must bury you and the evil dark artifact!" With a wave of my hand, dozens of priests stood at their respective positions according to the corresponding direction of the magic circle. They each held a sacred order in their hands, with a solemn expression, and waited for the order of the Sayak Grand Priest.

Moya's face was aside, and she secretly held the ring of suffering in her hand.

Can't wait...it's dawn?

It's just a little short. Just wait a little longer, the efficiency of the Moonlight Grass will lose its effect. By then, the Ring of Defecation can be activated. Am I really going to die here...

"Sistar, put the goddess's love in the center of the magic circle, so that the punishment of the sky fire can be activated."

Sistaer...

Watching the familiar figure walk out of the Light, Moya suppressed the anger in his heart, and replaced it with full of sadness.

Sure enough... he really betrayed my trust...

"Do you remember the scene when we first met?" Holding the goddess's kindness, Sistale squatted down, and his purple pupils turned into the unique redness of the night elves at night.

"Remember... you chased me so hard that you had nowhere to hide... You are trying to remind me that you will be caught by you in the end. I remember you swear to kill me..." So fast, time passed so fast... That was already a year ago. Knowing that his current situation was very dangerous, Moya had already planned to burn his jade and stones.

"My oath remains unchanged." Sistaer whispered by holding Moya's hands, which were cold due to the cold wind blowing for a night.

"What did you say..." Moya looked at Sith in confusion

Tarr, don't understand what he wants to say?

“In the name of Haas, the great god of night, I, Sista

Erkale Bassimke Al Ludvici swore his life and made a blood covenant with Moya Fasci Trut that he would never betray."

Holding up the "goddess's love" in his hand, in the white light, Sistaer's long golden hair, which was as dazzling as the sun, gradually turned into snow-white silver threads.

"No! Sistale, you can't..." The high priest Shayek shouted in horror; "How can you...you have been appointed as the next candidate for the Emperor of the Pharaoh, how can you abandon your bright future at your fingertips for this woman, this damn dark clan?"
Chapter completed!