Arslan has never felt this weird.
The hall of the temple was still so empty, with huge candles swaying around it, and the shadows on the ground seemed to be floating.
Lord Prometheus, who was aloof, was still mysterious. Arslan was kneeling there on one knee, head straight, and he could still feel the gaze on his back that made him feel depressed.
She exhaled softly, raised her head, and said in a deep voice: "Is this your order?"
"It is the decision of the Council of Elders." Prometheus's voice was calm without any emotion: "The special envoy of the Light Empire must die on the land of Roland... You must complete your mission before they go to sea. You You know, we have no way to deal with the Sauron Kingdom’s navy on the ocean.”
Arslan suddenly felt an extremely strange feeling in his heart.
In the past, when facing Prometheus, I would always feel an inexplicable pressure deep in my heart, as if that person above me was an invincible—or even unrivaled being. Even if Prometheus just stood there quietly, it seemed that he could see through all his thoughts with just a casual look. Standing in front of this man, I was like a sheep facing a lion. Although this lion is always so calm, there is always something in the calm that makes him fear from the bottom of his heart...
But today, Prometheus still stood in front of him like this, and the thing that frightened him seemed to have faded a lot... As if...
Is he weak? !
Arslan was startled by her own thoughts. Although she lowered her head, there was a hint of murderous intent in her eyes.
If... if I take action now, or just one sword is all it takes...
Once this idea emerges from my heart, it grows like wild weeds in summer. Arslan was even so excited that his body trembled slightly. His fists were secretly clenched.
But then, I felt that the eyes on my back seemed to be much sharper, that kind of heavy pressure, and the eyes that seemed to be real. Arslan almost felt a tingling sensation, and a drop of sweat rolled down her forehead. Finally he sighed, raised his head slightly, and answered in a respectful and serious tone.
"As you wish. Lord Prometheus!"
After saying that, she stood up gently, lifted her cloak, and strode out of the temple's Landlord Hall.
Behind him, Prometheus watched quietly as the strongest warrior of the Dragon Clan walked out, leaving him alone in the hall again. He seemed to sigh secretly.
"These reptiles are getting harder and harder to control the more you practice..." He seemed to purse his lips slightly: "One paladin seems not enough... Then, why not add another one..."
The day of departure has arrived.
Count Rody, the special envoy of the Empire of Light, embarked on the journey back home with his mysterious companion. The king showed enough respect and courtesy. He even personally led the honor guard to send Rody and his party ten miles outside the royal capital.
Later, the old magician Lord Sith also became part of the entourage. According to the king, the old magician would become their guard.
The other person following the team was Princess Ruolan. The high-sounding statement is that the princess represents the royal family in sending off the special envoy... But most people would rather believe that the princess is the three beautiful female companions who covet the special envoy.
To Ruolan's regret, Seth, Black Sha and Nidis were always sitting in the carriage and did not show up. Princess Ruolan, uh... given her weight and size, she could not squeeze in with the three beauties. Inside the same carriage.
Moreover, she wore a set of mighty knight armor and rode a specially selected war horse - Rody even wondered whether the war horse was specially bred, and it was probably trained according to the perverted chariot horse. Way to get rid of the monster horse. Otherwise, how could he carry Ruolan on his back
After three days of leisurely journey from the royal capital, my subordinates informed me that twenty miles further ahead would be a port in the southern part of Sauron Kingdom. From there, it would only take three days to go to sea by boat. Arrive at the Empire of Light.
A mountainous terrain appeared on the horizon, with a long and narrow valley mouth in the distance.
Rody was riding on his horse and couldn't help but sigh when he saw the terrain in front of him.
This is really the perfect place for an ambush.
Rody had already realized that something would happen, and he was very satisfied with the three days of peace ahead. The riding crop in his hand pointed to the canyon in front, and Rody smiled and said, "Is that place the only way to the dock?"
The old magician was riding beside Rody and said with a smile: "Yes, after passing through that place, there is a port further ahead."
Rody smiled and said: "The terrain here is a bit strange. There are few mountains on the mainland so close to the coast."
The old magician nodded, but the expression on his face was a little strange: "This long mountain range is not natural..., but made by people. The mountain range in front of the Earl used large-scale earth magic. Create a natural barrier.”
"Oh?" Rody's eyes lit up.
The old magician smiled faintly: "Hundreds of years ago, during the era of your country's Abbasid Emperor, during a war between our two continents, your country's Thunder God's Whip crossed the Thunder Strait, and our two sides fought near here. There was a big battle... Because it was too difficult to defeat your cavalry legions on the wilderness plains, and the nearby plains were flat and there were no strongholds to guard. It took almost half of the magicians in Roland Continent to come up with such a plan. A mountain range serves as a natural barrier!”
Having said this, the old magician pointed to the gap in front of him, which was a canyon.
"That place is a gap created by magic. Back then, we Roland people built a fortress there, where we firmly blocked the Thunder God's Whip in the coastal area. In the end, the Thunder God's Whip was unable to break in because it was fighting across the sea. Our hinterland is firmly trapped there.”
Speaking of these past events, the old magician seemed a little proud. After all, the number of times the Roland people defeated the Empire of Light was too rare. That victory was written down in the history books of various kingdoms in the Roland continent.
Of course Rody knew that history and just nodded lightly.
That period of history is just an example of Abbasid's confusion in his later years. In order to conquer the Roland continent, almost half of the army of the Light Empire was mobilized. However, they were blocked by the powerful Roland navy at sea. Most of the army was lost at sea. The troops that could land were also in dilapidated condition and lacked supplies and materials. Facing the Under such circumstances, coupled with the fact that the Roland people created such a mountain range here, the failure of the Bright Empire is not surprising.
Seeing that the team was gradually approaching the valley, the valley was not long. Standing at one end, you could faintly see the exit at the other end. Obviously manpower is limited, and the natural mountain range created by relying on the power of magicians from the entire Roland continent for many years is not too tall.
Seeing that Rody didn't answer, the old magician also shut his mouth. After all, facing the most powerful military commander in his family and talking about how powerful his side was, the old magician was not so thick-skinned.
Moreover, in the recent war, hundreds of thousands of troops were beaten to the point where they abandoned their armor and surrendered. That is a fact that can be seen before us.
Sith felt a little anxious in his heart. Before coming, the king's order was to take advantage of the chaos to kill Rody during the sniper attack in the temple. But it's been three days since I've been on the road, and I haven't seen even a single shadow from the sniping attacks.
Seeing a dangerous terrain ahead, the old magician had the same idea as Rody.
This place is undoubtedly the most suitable for sniping - besides, this is also the last chance left on this road.
Sure enough, when this thought flashed through the minds of Rody and the old magician, a royal knight escorting the guard suddenly shouted loudly: "There is someone in front!"
I saw a white war horse slowly running out of the valley!
Immediately sat a knight. The knight was wearing a set of pure black armor. His bright red cloak rustled in the wind. The sword in his hand was different from the huge sword used by ordinary knights. It was a long and thin sword. Long sword.
The knight on the horse was not wearing a helmet, his long hair was flying in the wind, and his cold face had a solemn expression!
"Your Excellency Count Rody, I'm sorry, but your path forward can only end here!"
Arslan didn't seem to be angry enough to shout, but these seemingly calm words came from afar and fell into everyone's ears very clearly!
Immediately, the paladin waved his hand gently, and a group of fully armed black-armored knights filed out of the canyon!
Each of these knights wears black armor. The only difference from Arslan is that their capes are all white.
The equipment and armor of these people are all in the standard style of the Holy Knights, but the white cloaks mean that they are not ordinary Holy Knights warriors, they are all high-level knights with high-level grades!
There were not many people on the other side, only about three hundred people, and they formed a dense falling formation along the intersection of the canyon.
Arslan raised the long sword in his hand high and waved it twice in the air. Immediately, several figures floated up from the mountains. Those people were wearing white magician robes. Immediately, strong magic fluctuations were faintly heard in mid-air!
The magic fluctuations were so strong that even the old magician Sith's expression changed a little!
Five magicians were floating in the air. The one in the middle was wearing a bright red robe, like a red cloud.
The old Sith's face tightened and he took advantage of the situation and said: "The Saint in Red!"