It took less time for the demon dragon to catch up with the panicked caravan and scare away another group of ogres who smelled humanity.

Moya was going to escort the caravan back to Meri, and along the way, she clearly felt the surroundings full of visiting gazes.

It seems that the time last night was not wasted, and these merchants would definitely make a big fuss when they returned. By then, the residents of Merri would not regret it. The Holy See is so vicious that they would not let go of a city that is too close to the night elves, and those unscrupulous merchants should also consider which side they should be loyal to.

In the Eastern Continent, especially on the land of Luso, the dark tribe and monsters are very rampant. The Church of Light has not been conquered several times in four thousand years. The current affairs should understand which party to cooperate with is correct.

"Keep in the Church of Light, you can gain a higher status far away from the Night Elves. Isn't that what you want most?" Thinking of Sistale's overturn, Moya thought about it again and again, and finally spoke.

"You can see it. That's right, I am a vain guy, and I know it myself. As the fourth son of the family, I am a mixed-race person and have no status at all. The white elves hate the night elves. Of course, they will not accept a mixed-race person with the blood of the night elves. No matter which side, there is no room for me to survive. So, in order to survive, I can only rely on my unremitting efforts to please my father, the Great Elder, and the priests and priests of the Church of Light. So tired... I am really tired, with a hypocritical appearance, without my own opinions and voice, no matter how much I give, they will not be satisfied..." The sun gradually rose, and Sistale's eyes were still red in the sun. From now on, his eyes will never return to their original lavender color.

The night elves, Ben and the white elves belong to the same clan.

They were also created by Tillian, the goddess of life light. After the battle between the gods, they fell into depravity because of their pursuit of powerful power. After changing their faith, they were re-given by the God of Night. Just like the Dark Clan has black hair, the unique silver hair of the Night Elf has become their symbol.

The red eyes not only have the ability to night vision, but also symbolizes blood and killing.

"Actually... the news that my mother came to the Eastern Continent was fake. Is it a trap that Shayek deliberately set up to deceive me to go to Mingsu. Or Bilfit was alert. He knew that you asked the guards to lock me in a hotel and felt that there must be inside information. Only after this investigation did I know that the white elves who were sent to the message were all half-elf warriors of the Church of Light. If I hadn't heard him mention it, I would have been kept in the dark." Perhaps because he wanted to emphasize that he had never had the idea of ​​betrayal, Sistale explained it naturally.

"So... this is also a trap... I understand! I just said, why is Bai Ling so powerful? It turns out that the Light Church is planning it later. They have set their sights on me from the moment I escaped from prison. I have also suspected Bilfit, it is really..." Thinking back on what Shayek said just now, Moya then associated them with Bai Ling.

"Is that true? But why... I mean, why did the Church of Light... I mean, why did they like you so much? It was just a prophecy. It was not in line with their teachings." Sistaer had doubts about Moya's analysis. It would be necessary for the Church of Light to mobilize so many people for a night priest. Is this worth it?

Knowing that Sistale, as a warrior, had never touched the core part of the Light Church at all, and had never accepted the secrets that were only passed down from generation to generation among the night elves priests. Moya made an exception and told the truth that ordinary people do not know.

"Sistar, have you ever thought about it? Why do the world have so many beliefs? Why do races have different camps? Why do they have to oppose and hate each other?"

"This... I don't know, probably no one can answer your question except God." Sistaer could not answer the question raised by Moya, and he had never thought of such questions.

"No, I know this question." If I had not peeked at the ancient classics that had disappeared into the swamp at the other end of time, Moya would not have known the origin of his race and the truth hidden in various temples.

During the Great Dark Period four years ago, many classics were destroyed in wars that lasted for more than three hundred years.

How can humans now know that they are just tools for Gods to fight each other, and the Truths who they have always been jealous of are just tools that are slightly more advanced.

The battle of the gods 50,000 years ago caused countless gods to perish. In order to ensure the survival of the race, the gods living in the Star Ghost Realm signed a contract with each other, no longer provoking direct battles, but instead changed the battlefield to the upper realm.

The gods choose their favorite races among all living things as their relatives, and through mutual opposition and struggle between races in the earthly realm, they achieve the purpose of suppressing their opposing Gods.

The Truths were born here. As the last species created by the Father of Creation, humans have intelligent minds and dexterous hands that can create. Although they do not live long in other species, their reproductive power has also allowed humans to gradually transcend some races and become large races occupying the upper realm.

Using the method of the divine appearance of the clone, some gods chose suitable humans to give birth to descendants of the lower demigods in the upper realm. These offspring were the original ancestors of the Truths. They led their respective ethnic groups to fight and fight according to the wishes of the gods to meet the crazy bloody needs of the gods in the upper realm.

Later, some of the Truths were dissatisfied with being slaves of God, and they organized and created a powerful magic empire to confront the gods.

Feeling that some powerful descendants were out of control, the gods immediately expelled the angry heavenly punishment, and more incorruptible spirits were added to the underworld.

After the failure of the confrontation between the gods, the remaining Truths had to surrender to the gods again. After that, the Great Dark War broke out. Instigated by the demon god Shasili, the Moon God, the Night God, and the Beast God all united to launch the most tragic battle to the Light Gods since the battle between the gods.

The battle that lasted for three hundred years was a devastating disaster for all species. Giants and monsters became the first species to perish in the Dark War. Following closely behind, more than a dozen races, and even the strongest dragon clan on the ground almost followed the footsteps of destruction.

The Truths, the former ruling class, also suffered a fatal blow.

After the war, the demons were driven to the outer sea, and the other dark tribes were driven to the desolate Eastern Continent - Heinvega.

Humans took advantage of the opportunity that all major ethnic groups were cultivating and resting, and occupied a large amount of land, driving the few remaining Truths off the throne of the ruler.

"As for why the Church of Light targets me, there is a reason. Tillian is the goddess of life and the sun, and the moon god Garcia and the night god Haas are opposite gods, both attributes, camps and powers are completely opposite. The fight between them is naturally inevitable. Hunting each other's divine messengers and high-level priests are the primary task of both priests. The moon god and the night god are twin gods. If a high priest who combines the power of both is undoubtedly a huge threat to the Church of Light, which has lost a magical artifact."

After Moya's explanation, Sistaer understood why the Church of Light had to remove Moya so deliberately.

The mortal messenger of God has appeared, but the messenger of God on his side is still missing. This is not a good sign for the Church of Light, which represents the re-rise of the power of darkness.

Seeing the outline of Meili City gradually becoming clearer, Moya, who had been worried about the pursuit, finally felt relieved.

Before the critical moment, she didn't want to use the power of the Ring of Passion. Who would joke about her life? Every time she used it, she would shorten her lifespan a lot. Even if she had a thousand years of life, it would not be enough.

I really don’t know how much life it took for the first time to use it. Judging from the power of the forbidden spell, it is definitely not as simple as one or two years. So the most urgent thing is to wait until the combat power is increased first. The forbidden magic seal has been lifted, and she can learn high-level magic to replace the artifact.

If it were humans, most people would not be able to break through the tenth level due to time and their own qualifications. However, as a Troot who was gifted with magic, she has now reached the realm of a ninth level mage. The magic memory of the Curse Temple thousands of years ago is still stored in her mind, and she must find a safe place to study it carefully.

It seems that it is necessary to go to the Dark Moon Tower again to see if the teleportation array is repaired there.

The Abyss Demon Realm is the most ideal place. There is no annoying church of light, no night elves that can stab the knife in the back at any time, and no enemies who can divide the spirit. It is most suitable for practice.

Come back to his senses from his thoughts, and see Sistaer looking worried. Moya knew that he was worried about the punishment of the Great Elder after the Paladin's identity was exposed.

"Don't worry, the Great Elder will not punish you. You have deviated from the Light camp now, and Haas must be very happy. He likes the elves created by the Goddess of Light to surrender to the darkness. When the matter at hand is finished, we will return to the Night Capital and enter the Night Shadow Temple before the Great Elder surrenders to the guilty ceremony to complete the formal conversion ceremony. As long as you get the recognition of the Night God, the Great Elder will have no choice. What's more, it is also a great achievement for you to bring back the Light Artifact. As long as the Sacrifice Elder is happy, the old fox Anste dares not attack you. But... you secretly brought "Love" out of the Curse Temple and didn't tell me, you wouldn't have really thought of surrendering to the Church of Light in your heart, right? In that case, why did you give up at the last moment?"

After Moya's question, Sistale was silent for a long time before answering; "Bilfit received a strange letter saying that you were besieged by the Church of Light in a wood near the border of Ming and Su. I escaped when he mobilized your priest guards to rescue. Awen and the others probably went in the wrong direction. As for Shayak, I met him outside the woods. As for why I changed my mind, I decided after listening to your long-term complaints. Looking back on all the things you have made since I was born, I still think what you said makes sense. Instead of disguising as a kind Light, it is better to follow your inner freedom and live happily."

"Freedom can be deprived, Sistale. Only strength is real. Once you have powerful strength, money, power, status, and reputation, you will have strong power. This is what I have realized after experiencing all the hardships. Come and help me, don't you want to be able to gain a foothold in the night elves? As long as you help me climb to the top of power, the rights and reputation you want will be within your fingertips. Those who have lost and never obtained will also be there." He stretched out his hand and Moya made a promise again. If Sistale's sincere help, a comrade who will not betray her, she can pursue what she wants more smoothly.

"Okay, this is what you said. I'll see how much you can do." Holding back the thin and slender palms, Sistaer felt that Moya's true trust was different from the far-fetchedness of the first vow. This time, she truly trusted herself.

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When he returned to Merry, he was about to report his safety to Bilfit, he was stopped by Julian at the gate of the city.

"You have guests, and in order to avoid other elders' eyeliners, the father arranged them with his grandfather."

"guest?"

Who will it be? At the moment of such a nervousness, who will come to me, and it is still impossible for the night elves to know.

With doubts, Moya and Sistaer came to the lord's mansion.

"Sius? Why are you back so soon? I want you to find someone?"

The guest sitting in the hall was the leader of the blood-colored mercenary. Moya was surprised to see him.

This kid has only been away for a few days. Could it be that as rumored, there are a large number of Truths living in seclusion in the Luso area?

"School of Zias, she is here. You can confirm it yourself."

Sius shouted loudly to the upstairs, and immediately a man in a cloak walked out of the guest room. In the corridor on the second floor, he looked at Moya in the middle of the hall with a scrutiny.

"who is he?"

Moya looked at Sius, but he just shrugged; "Why don't you ask yourself?"

The mysterious guest walked down the stairs and stopped ten steps from Moya. It was vaguely obvious that he was a middle-aged man. Just as he stood in the living room, a solemn atmosphere arose from time to time.

Feeling the tension brought by the man, Sistaer placed his hand on the sword and stared at the other party. As long as he had any dangerous moves, the sharp blade in his hand would take his life before he launched an attack.

Moya also began to recite the attack spell silently. As long as the other party showed any hostility, her plural magic attacks could be killed at any time.

But unexpectedly, the man did not launch an attack as Moya and Sistale imagined. He took off his broad hood, and his black hair immediately revealed his identity - the Dark Clan, and only the people of the Dark God have black hair.

"Hello, the high priest of the Moon and the Night God. Zias greets you on behalf of the villagers of the entire village of Popol."

The pure Truth language once again shows that this man who calls himself the village chief of Popol Village was born, and he was actually a dark Truth.
Chapter completed!