Chapter 9

"So serious?" Joyce said, "I'll go with you too?"

"You can't go." Alex said, "This is a war level."

"What did Hugh's letter say?" Joyce said.

He glanced at Hugh's letter, which mentioned the Dragon's magic orb incident nearly a year ago. Joyce had been practicing in the library, but he didn't expect the situation to be so severe. In the Great Rift in the Northland, under the frozen ground, the undead legion resurrected a year ago. Many mages fled to the far north, and brought ancient artifacts from the entire continent.

The Holy See and the Mercenary Tucker Principality sent a large number of fighters to hunt down these mages, but all the mages seemed to have received orders at the same time to start a big battle.

This war has been stuck for nearly a year. The Shaq Kingdom is known as the "Hidden Mountains", and the impact on it is minimal. Many people don't even know what happened outside. Until a mage stole the Dragon's magic orb fragments buried here, and defected to the undead army in the north.

In the letter Hugh said that the current situation is like a fog-some people say that the Great Lich is resurrected, others say that a bishop has betrayed the Holy See, and some people say that the undead army will come back in the next day, no one has an accurate source. And no one knows what is happening under the frozen land of the Northern Rift that has stretched for nearly ten thousand years.

Next, the Holy See will send a team of knights to the Northern Rift to investigate the enemy's movements, and a cardinal archbishop will accompany.

"It's too dangerous." Joyce was a little unacceptable.

"I must go." Alex said: "The letter of recruitment has come. This action is of great significance not only to you, but also to me."

Joyce looked at Alex and didn't want to be separated from him at all, but Alex smiled and said, "I will protect myself and get a Glory Medal. The priest's assessment is not your job alone, Joey. See, teacher and you need to grow together to become stronger for each other."

Joyce remembered the content of the assessment he had seen from the priest's manual. This assessment must be carried out by him and his knights, standing under the shower of holy light and receiving the baptism of the gods.

The abilities of him and Alex are accompanied by each other, like the two ends of an hourglass. Only by constantly exercising and studying hard can both sides become stronger.

"Every day I perform the task, I will think of you." Alex said: "The stigmata will give me strength and courage."

Joyce's eyes were wet, and he smiled and said, "Teacher, I will also study divine power hard here. I look forward to meeting you soon and passing the assessment together."

"This is the best answer." Alex laughed: "I'm leaving tomorrow. Before we leave, how about letting us stay together and not separating?"

Joyce flushed, and stepped forward to hug Alex tightly. Alex smiled and hugged him and carried him into the room. The two of them cuddled each other nakedly. This night, Joyce felt the strongest pleasure. Alex entered his body, plowing back and forth with his big spike, sometimes gentle and sometimes intense. Joey felt his body is like a leaf under the rain---- getting pounded hard constantly. When it came to each other's orgasm, Alex stopped, stroked his hair, kissed his lips, and after a short rest, he entered again.

They were all sweaty to each other, and sometimes it was Alex lying on his back, Joyce straddling him, clasping his fingers and kissing passionately. Sometimes it was Alex lying on Joyce, and Joyce was like a curled-up kitty, moaning with tears under the knight's strong body.

The morning light gradually became brighter, layering on top of each other, just as they were reluctant to leave when they parted, when the sun rose, there was shimmering and crystal clear dew in the bushes.

Alex led his horse and stopped with Joyce on the branching road.

"I have written to Odin." Alex said, "He will send someone over to guard you soon."

"I'm a little afraid to see him." Joyce said helplessly: "Actually, I don't need it. I've been like this for more than ten years... You see nothing happened."

"It's different now." Alex said seriously: "My dear Joey, when you arrive in the Golden City in the future, you will find that it is very dangerous outside."

"Okay." Joyce stretched out his hand and touched Alex's chest. The golden sun was shining on their heads, Alex's eyebrows, the fluff on the lips, and the clean hair corners. A hazy light.

He lowered his head, hugged Joyce tightly, and whispered, "I love you, Joey."

"I love you too, teacher." Joyce raised his head and kissed Alex deeply, the stigmata on the side of his neck glowing white.

"We will meet soon." Alex said: "As long as I have time, I will write letters to you."

After said goodbye Alex didn't dare to look back, and refused to mount, as if looking at Joyce again, he couldn't help staying and continue to stay by his side.

Joyce ran up the hill, chasing Alex in the direction he had left, and ran all the way to the east, only to see the knight ride through the lofty mountains and leave the peaks surrounded Likal hills. Joyce thought that Alex might also be watching him, and couldn't help whispering: "Teacher."

The knight on the horse glowed with white light, transformed into a flickering snowflake-shaped Stigmata, flew into the sky, and then slowly dissipated.

Joyce couldn't express his joy, and he laughed. He felt the holy light in his body as if surging, and conveyed to him the endless thoughts of Alex who was fading away.

Every day Alex left him, Joyce missed him so much. After a full year, he could feel the power of Alex's stigmata. It was the shock of the holy light that originated from him. Even though he was separated by more than half of the continent, he could still feel the resonance of love in the middle of the night.

The separation became Joyce's best help for learning knowledge. He began to read all the books in the library, and felt that Alex was by his side. He seemed to be always between the bookshelves or by the fireplace. Somewhere in the corner.

When Joyce was sleepy reading, he hugged Alex's trench coat, breathed his scent, and seemed to sleep on his lap.

Although they are separated, they still follow each other. Joyce always dreams of him, as if this is the effect brought by the Stigmata.

His dreams were ever-changing, and once they were especially clear.

It was on an unfamiliar ice field. Alex was in the team, climbing hard with a team of knights, exploring the bottom of the unknown ice cliffs and the abyss of snow.

The wind blows at night, and the world is dark.

In this dream, Alex shouted at his teammates. In the scream of the storm, countless gargoyles rushed forward. They drew out their weapons and fought each other.

Joyce was tossing and turning around in the middle of the night, sweating, and he was about to call out Alex's name. At the most dangerous moment, Alex's long sword emitted a ray of light, dispelling the fog and demons.

Joyce woke up suddenly, panting, went to the window and looked up, and saw the shining galaxy in the night sky.

"Stigmata..." Joyce murmured: "Teacher, how are you?"

He looked down at his hands, then walked to the courtyard and knelt down, and began to pray, praying that his lover would return safely on their journey to the north.

A layer of holy light enveloped his whole body, unknowingly, it was dawn before Joyce got up to wash.

Half a month later, he dreamed of Alex again.

It was on a boat with the singing of the banshee in the Black Sea on all sides. They paddled with their long tails and swam towards the wooden boat where Alex was. Alex stood on the bow of the boat wearing the scarf that Joyce gave him, closed his eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Joyce, give me strength."

Joyce saw the dream in his eyes, and he began to pray. In the middle of the Black Sea in the far north, the Stigmata on Alex's body lit up with a gentle light, shielding all the singing.

Joyce opened his eyes and let out a long sigh.

He looked through the priest's handbook and knew that this was produced by the purest Stigmata, the dream induction between the priest and the knight. When Alex needed his power, Joyce would dream about him again and again.

Occasionally he would dream that Alex was sitting in front of the tent on the snow-filled ground, talking with the knights, drinking, and late at night when the little snow flew in, he took out the parchment and wrote on the paper with a piece of charcoal. letter.

Three months later, Joyce received a letter from Alex.

Dear Joe:

Everything is fine for me in the Northern Continent. Every time I encounter difficulties, your Holy Power will always accompany me, allowing me to overcome many difficulties. I always dream of you on the moonlit night when the roses are in full bloom, by the lake where we often go, and in the place where I often sit in front of the corridor. Believe that I miss you as you miss me.

I kiss this icy land, like kissing your body, kissing the ferry that takes me out of danger, like kissing your lips, kissing a rock that allows me to live, like kissing your forehead. Hope to see you again soon.

Yours loyal: Alex.

Joyce read this letter countless times over and over again, with wet eyes. He knew it was very difficult to send a letter back from the north, and the carrier pigeons often couldn't fly that far. It must be sent to the Golden City before being handed over by the Holy See.

"I wish you all the best, teacher," Joyce whispered.

After that day, Joyce never dreamed of Alex again, which meant that he had not encountered difficulties, let alone asked Joyce for help.

Until one day at noon, it was already almost a year after Alex left in July, and it was very sweltering. Joyce opened the book and couldn't read it. The sky was surging with dark clouds, the thunderstorm was approaching, and the air pressure was suffocating. Joyce was sweating, lying on the table, and fell asleep in a daze.

Alex appeared again in the dream, it was an extremely chaotic battlefield, the ground was full of bone claws that broke out of the ground, and the icebergs in the distance were endless.

The dream this time has not only pictures but also sounds.

A huge behemoth opened its eyes, and tens of millions of walking corpses swarmed in, immediately flooding the knights.

"Hold on!"

The shining Pegasus hovered in the sky, hymns sang, and in the dark clouded sky in the north, beams of light fell one after another, and every beam of light fell on the ground, and a diffuse white smoke steamed up, Alex roared: " Retreat to the west direction—!"

"Alex!" Joyce couldn't help but yell in his dream.

Alex tried his best to resist the undead army with shield and sword, but more and more corpses rushed forward, ripping off the armor, and starting to scratch his body. Then, Alex swept the long sword. Roared.

A flesh and blood giant discovered the abnormality in the corner of the battlefield, gave up the whirling Paladin, and rushed towards Alex! Every step was earth-shaking, the giant rushed to the front, and slammed down at Alex!

In an instant, Joyce's soul seemed to merge with Alex, spreading out its wings!

There was a loud bang, Alex opened his eyes, now looking straight like a god of war, holding a shield in his left hand and a sword in his right. A few steps rushed forward, the long sword became extremely huge, and the sword pierced the chest of the flesh and blood giant!

"Alex!"

"Wake up! Joey!" a familiar voice came into his ear.

Odin woke him up, Joyce sat up suddenly, sweating all over, staring at Odin in a daze for half a second, Joyce jumped out of the bed, wearing only a vest and shorts, and rushed out of the room.