Solderin pointed at the elf girl not far in front of him with the short bow in his hand, as if he was deaf to the other party's greeting.
"It's really indifferent," said the elf girl with the usual smile on her face, but that smile now had a lot of sarcasm and a strange feeling, "During the previous journey, you have always regarded yourself as an elder and protector."
"Words can't delay your time," Solderin said calmly, and the bowstring was gradually filled with arcane light, "Who are you?"
"Me?" The corners of Berna's mouth curled up slightly, "I'm just a...druid traveling far away."
As the last syllable of the elf girl fell, her figure was suddenly enveloped by a group of fallen leaves that appeared out of thin air and danced wildly!
Without thinking, Solderin let go of the bowstring in his hand. An arrow full of arcane energy pierced the air, and split into more than a dozen dazzling brilliance in midair, covering the crazy area without any dead ends. On the fallen leaf storm of dancing—a series of deadly brilliance penetrated the fallen leaves without hindrance, but Soldering did not relax at all. The sense of crisis made him jump high almost instinctively. The moment he left the ground, Countless poisonous black thorns also emerged from the ground, smashing the rock he was standing on!
The strange fragrance of flowers permeated the air, and the abnormal magical wind stirred the surrounding trees. The leaves and branches trembled and made a rattling sound, and a hoarse, distorted, and obviously deliberately concealed female voice came from all directions: "I I'm curious, when exactly did you become suspicious of me?"
Soldering landed on the ground, a layer of emerald green halo spread from his feet, hindering the growth of those poisonous thorns, and also blocked the ubiquitous fragrance of flowers, he frowned and looked at the re-condensed The figure—that figure was still facing Bernardo's face, but its lower body turned into a strange shape supported by roots and vines. The strange shape of the enemy made him vigilant. He observed carefully and said: "I really I haven't found it yet—but just as I was about to leave the messenger hall, I suddenly realized that my mental state and judgment were not quite right these days, so I asked Master Heart of Thorns what he had learned over the past two centuries. Apprentice records—she hasn't taken any new apprentices in the past two centuries!"
"Are you able to get rid of the effect of bewildering pollen so quickly..." The half-human, half-tree female druid chuckled softly, but the fragrance of flowers around her became more and more intense, and a large number of bewitching flowers were blooming under her feet. The mind-disturbing breath spread throughout the woodland, "I thought you were with me all this way, constantly being affected by low doses of pollen, and you wouldn't recall those mistakes at all..."
"You underestimated the people who survived the wasteland of Gondor..." Soldering drew his bow again, "Don't bother, those pollen are useless to me when I'm prepared—no more You are no match for these mind-confusing tricks. You'd better tell the truth, who are you? What are you sneaking into the surveillance station for?"
"Berna Breeze is indeed Thornheart's apprentice... But, that was three hundred years ago," the evil female druid smiled, "She is an elf who wants to go home after her journey. , but fell on the way home, and I just helped her...
"Also, proud high-level ranger, do you really think you have a chance of winning? You can indeed resist the effect of the bewildering pollen, but those ordinary rangers and sentries you brought and ambushed around here... can they also resist? "
Soldering's face changed slightly, but his eyes sharpened immediately: "I alone is enough to keep you here."
"What a coincidence, I thought so too—withered treant!"
"Grenade Throwing!"
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Typhon Imperial Capital, Aldernan, Noble District.
Grand Duke Ferdinand stood in the study room where the portraits of the family ancestors were hung (there were no fake corpses), quietly watching the streetscape of the imperial capital immersed in smog outside. A hazy veil, the lingering fog hides many details in the imperial capital, only the tallest and most brightly lit aristocratic and royal buildings stand proudly in the fog. Outlined many spectacular silhouettes, also clearly visible in the fog.
This scene is just like the idea of this empire - the nobles and the royal family are like lighthouses, guiding the ignorant people forward.
Aldernan will be frequently shrouded in dense fog after entering the foggy moon. This is also a typical feature of the central part of the mainland and some northern regions. The word "foggy moon" in the calendar was originally derived from this.
In the past, Ferdinand liked this kind of foggy weather very much—he liked the hazy but hard-edged posture of this ancient city after being immersed in the fog, which reminded him of this city that has experienced countless storms, but still proudly The upright empire also reminded him of the famous battle in which he stepped on the battlefield for the first time, was attacked by the enemy in the thick fog, but fought back and killed a bloody road. However, today, he has no intention of admiring the scenery in the fog.
The information from the border of the empire was placed on the desk behind him. The special magic parchment had been unsealed, and the content written on the paper clearly appeared on the paper. A few words were written on it in feminine handwriting:
Winter Wolf Castle was attacked by a huge humanoid monster. The monster was shaped like a flesh and blood giant. It was so powerful that it hardly feared swords. It could easily corrode and embrittle our city walls and steel armor...
The defense forces suffered heavy losses, but fortunately the fort was not lost.
The monster came from the direction of the dark mountains.
This is the information sent back by Andersa. Together with this information, there is another note. The content written on it is simpler, with only one sentence: Ansu's southern border was attacked by flesh and blood giants, Sisi The damage to the collar is unknown.
This information came from other channels of the Wendell family.
Duke Ferdinand withdrew his gaze, turned around, his eyes swept over the information on the table, and then fell on the portraits of the first few ancestors of the Wendell family hanging on the opposite wall, and whispered to himself: "Those who really Is it the monster you faced back then?"
He couldn't help but think of the traveling monk he met on the border of the empire decades ago when he was an ordinary knight captain, and the warning he gave to himself.
It was a rare elven monk. When the young Ferdinand Wendell met him for the first time, the monk was wandering on the border of the empire, and it was the same Brumaire as today, and it was also the same as today The fog filled the sky—to this day, Duke Ferdinand still remembers the scene at that time. He was rescued by the mysterious elf monk who was injured on the battlefield. The two found a tree hole in the foggy forest for a temporary rest. The monk's head shone brightly in the mist, and his words are still fresh in my memory:
"Young human warriors, you keep talking about your ideals and ambitions, as if you will gain glory if you can lead troops to defeat the opposite country, but do you know that your real threat is not your fellow human beings at all …
"Two countries from the same origin have turned into such a field. Didn't any of you take a look at the wasteland that is close at hand? Those monsters were sealed away seven hundred years ago, but you are really not afraid of them Return to this world again?"
Duke Ferdinand took a deep breath, his expression became firm, he shook the brass bell that summoned the steward, and whispered to himself: "Master Delin, you are right.
"They did come back.
"Humanity has to change."
The door of the study room opened, and the old butler who had loyally served the family for many years appeared in front of Pei Dinan: "My lord, what are your orders?"
"Prepare the carriage for me, I'm going to meet His Majesty the Emperor!"
The carriage and entourage bearing the emblem of the Wendell family enjoyed the highest aristocratic privileges, and the palace of Emperor Rosetta Augustus opened its doors to Duke Ferdinand, watching the majestic palace walls continue to enlarge in sight, Pei Dinan's heart was as firm as steel.
No matter how deteriorating His Majesty's mental state is, no matter how much influence his words can have on this huge empire, he must change the direction of Typhon, the war machine today—if it is delayed until three days later, then His Majesty the Emperor will convene the last aristocratic council, and if he still wants to do something at that time, he can only take the method he is least willing to take...
Pei Dinan looked down at his hands, which were used to holding swords but still full of strength, and slowly clenched them into fists.
Until the last step, he would never take the worst path.
He entered the palace, entered the palace where the emperor Rosetta Augustus lived, and with the help of his attendants, he took off his heavy ducal cloak, but still wore an ornamental sword at his waist-this is his as the emperor. The privileges that the first duke should enjoy—he had already obtained permission to meet, and led and accompanied by the attendant, the duke walked towards the place where the Typhon emperor was currently.
When he walked halfway, Duke Ferdinand found that the attendant was taking him to the reception room instead of the usual study room where the emperor received him, so he asked curiously, "Your Majesty is in the reception room? Is he receiving any guests?"
The attendant replied politely and thoughtfully: "Yes, Your Majesty is receiving two elf doctors."
"Elf doctor?" Duke Ferdinand frowned slightly, "Is there something wrong with your majesty's health?"
"Please rest assured that His Majesty is still in good health," said the attendant, "it's just that he's been feeling a little less mental recently."
Not in good spirits
Pei Dinan was stunned for a moment, instinctively feeling that something was wrong, but before he could ask, two silver elves wearing white dresses with very similar looks, dignified and beautiful came out from the corner of the corridor in front and entered out of his sight.
The attendant said beside him: "It seems that the two doctors have finished their work."
Ferdinand Wendell watched the two elf physicians whom he had never seen before approaching him. He suppressed all unnecessary expressions of doubt, but waited with the indifference that a duke should have.
There was only one corridor, and the two elf doctors inevitably came to Duke Ferdinand. They showed impeccable polite smiles, lifted their long skirts and bowed in greeting: "Good afternoon, my lord. Your Majesty is waiting for you."
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