The dust has settled, and the extremely immortal Eldridge has turned into the most primitive oil and cannot be reconstituted again, but I didn't expect that the weakness of Eldridge, who devoured Gwendrin's second son and caused a lot of trouble to the Silver Knights, would be the miracle they used most often, and they didn't find this fatal weakness because of the lack of power, I have to say that this is really a trick......

Oh yes, Gwendlin's specialty is magic and archery, and his ability to do miracles may not be as good as the Silver Knight, so it's no wonder that no one has discovered Eldridge's fatal weakness. If it weren't for the miraculous power of Luther, Eldridge's weakness might never have been discovered.

But there is a strange thing, Eldridge has been beaten back to the original oil, but his salary king firewood is nowhere to be found, and he has searched everywhere but has not found it, which makes Oscar, who has been playing soy sauce all the time, a little depressed.

"Thank you very much for helping us kill Eldridge and avenge the Prince's vengeance." The captain of the Silver Knight bowed to Luthor as a sign of respect and gratitude to him, as for Luthor's identity as an outsider was completely irrelevant.

"No need to thank you, I'm friends with Gwendrin, and I'm also taking revenge, but I didn't expect that there were only two hundred silver knights left in the world's strongest army, and it seems that I still underestimated the power of time." Luther's gaze swept over the Silver Knights, a little embarrassed.

"In any case, you are kind to us, as long as we can do it, please say it, and we will do our best to repay you." The captain of the Silver Knight insisted on repaying the favor, and of course this was the same idea of all the Silver Knights.

"Take me to the Dark Moon Spirit Temple, I want to see King Gwen's tomb." Luthor uttered a very ...... It doesn't matter what he wants, for his great grace of helping Gwen Delin avenge him, it really doesn't matter if he just wants to see Gwen's well-dressed mound.

"Please follow me." The captain of the silver knight didn't say anything, and walked directly to the front to lead the way.

Returning to the Grand Turntable Staircase through the long ladder and descending the staircase, the familiar Luther and the amazed Oscar followed the Silver Knight Captain to the Temple of the Dark Moon Spirit.

The furnishings and assembly of the Darkmoon Spirit Temple are very simple, with three huge statues in the walls of a large circular room, the statue of the largest black king in the middle, the statue of the eldest daughter Gwen Avia, who is one size smaller on the left and right, and the statue of the eldest son, Nameless, who has been removed to vacate a place.

This is Gwen's well-dressed mound.

Of course, Gwen's mound will not be so simply exposed to the public, the real mound is actually hidden in the burial chamber behind his statue.

The captain of the Silver Knight saluted Gwen's statue and reached out to touch it, and the original statue disappeared, replaced by a passage that could only be used to truly enter Gwen's graveyard.

The three of them walked wordlessly through this not-so-long passage to Gwen's graveyard, where the composition was simpler, except for a huge coffin and a chair in front of the coffin. No matter how powerful Gwen was, how monstrous his power was, and how terrifying his wealth was, after his death, he would only lie in a simple cemetery and a coffin a few sizes larger than ordinary.

Oh I almost forgot, the coffin was just Gwen's clothes, Gwen had been killed by the undead who passed the fire in the Initial Furnace, and strictly speaking, Gwen's real graveyard should be in the Initial Furnace.

"This is the mound of King Gwendrin, and it is also the place where Lord Gwendrin stays the most......" Captain Silver Knight stepped out of the way, "I can't go any further, my position doesn't allow me to set foot here." ”

Luthor didn't ask anything else, knowing that even if the so-called position was no longer useful, it would be with the Silver Knights for the rest of their lives.

Luther took a deep breath and put his hands into the void in front of him, lifting Gwendlin's body out of the space, poor Gwendrin, who didn't get much attention from Gwen, when Gwen left the fire, he had been guarding his mound, and now he was eaten by Eldridge and only the upper half of his body was saved.

The Silver Knight Captain shook like chaff when he saw Gwyndlin's body, but he didn't say a word, he just kept this kindness in his heart, Luther was really their Silver Knight's great benefactor, not only killed Eldridge's enemy, but also rescued Gwyndlin's body, doing what they couldn't do.

In this way, Luther walked into the cemetery in the form of a princess hug and carried Gwendlin's corpse, and in the process of walking, the Dark Moon crown on Gwendlin's head fell off and fell to the ground, falling to pieces, and the crown that had accompanied him for hundreds of thousands of years also died, and after the crown was broken, the salary of Eldridge rolled to Oscar's feet.

Oscar picked up the firewood and just wanted to stop Luther, but was stopped by the captain of the Silver Knight, and the captain of the Silver Knight didn't say anything, just shook his head and watched Luther slowly walk towards the huge coffin.

Luther came to the huge coffin and saw the dried bouquet on the coffin, this bouquet Luthor saw it here when he was playing Dark Souls 1, and it is still here, but it is dry to the point that it will fall apart at any moment.

Holding the withered bouquet in his hand, he placed Gwendrin's body in the center of the giant coffin, and then Luthor saw the appearance of Gwendrin without a crown, to be honest, not at all like a boy, but the face of a peerless beauty, exactly like Luthor.

"Huh...... I didn't expect you to be the same kind of person as me, both have feminine faces, but have gender ...... that doesn't fit this face" Luther smiled dumbly, worthy of the pseudo-mother Gwendelin, this face alone is worthy of its name.

Putting Gwendlin's hands on his chest and pressing the bouquet under his hands, it was surprising that the freshly dried bouquet had been reborn, and the white and purple petals were as delicate as Gwendlin's appearance.

"Friend, I hope you will meet your father and sister in heaven, and I will soon send him over to reunite with you, my friend, please rest in peace, my friend......"

After saying that, Luthor sat down on the chair on the side, which was originally the chair that belonged to Gwendlin, and what Gwendlin used to do most often was to sit on this chair as a grave keeper to guard Gwen's mound, and now, Luthor sat on this chair to rest.

No one saw that Gwendelin's pale and expressionless face curled up slightly after Luthor sat down in his chair to rest, revealing a smile full of happiness......