"So this place is called Rosalin, and Madara is northwest of it? How far is it from Jiufeng?"
Brando sat in a carriage dumped on the ground, took the water bag from the respectful guard, and took a sip. The water was mixed with the sweet taste of spirits, with a certain aroma of grass leaves, infiltrated Entering his dry throat as if it was about to burn, immediately refreshed him.
He didn't drink alcohol in the past, but his habits changed a lot when he came to this world. According to Saint Osor, it was a change from boy to man. He sneered at this statement, because he knew that a certain elf elder sister was actually addicted to alcohol, which was just an excuse for her to express her stand on alcohol.
Brando looked into the distance, the night was cold and the breeze blew across this scattered caravan camp by the Qiusangze River, with a trace of bleakness.
The cargo on the carriage was scattered all over the place, and the guards had to find a way to pick up the black crystals from the ground, and gather those carriages that had not been damaged-but even if part of it was temporarily repaired, the rest still exceeded the original three. One part, a large number of black crystals can only be piled on the ground, like a hill.
The dark surface shone dimly under the firelight.
He already knew that these people were merchants on this road. In many places in Warnd, merchants and robbers were indistinguishable. In civilized areas, they behaved well, but once they got to the wilderness, killing people and getting rid of them would be a black matter. It happens from time to time, and no one can control it.
The temperament of these people is obviously not someone who has never done this kind of thing.
According to them, they trade back and forth between Rosalin and Tomuro, mainly dealing with the undead. The undead are the undead of Madara, and these people can also name the black rose of Bromantra. But according to their description, this is the southern part of the Dead Moon Sea, but they don't know where it is.
This place should be close to Jiufeng, but he didn’t know anything about Rosalin’s place name, and he didn’t know anything about the Swift Plains across the Wagtail Strait. Brando knew nothing about Jiufeng. There is only one name and many legends.
The Nine Phoenix Kingdom has trade relations with Eruin, Cruz and Saint Osor, but the geographical distance between the two parties is too far. The fleet may not arrive once a year or a half. The more important thing is that there are no players in Nine Phoenix. .
This place should be south or east of Madara, but I don’t know where Tomuro is. According to the other side’s description, this place is a territory ruled by a dark noble. The lord is a dark noble who is a human, but not It's a necromancer, a character like a human black knight.
The broad Dead Moon Inner Sea has shaped Madara’s spirit. On the west and north of the Dead Moon Sea, the undead have established fourteen great leaders. They have a clear understanding of these territories and the lord Brando above. . But on the other side of the Dead Moon Sea, the situation is different. Even the undead themselves do not know where the border of the country is in this direction by the black rose of Bramantu.
The term “land” may be inaccurate, because when the empire is truly established, this dark kingdom is a loose concept. The undead lords are in their own hands, and their territories may extend to areas that civilization has never set foot. These lands lack real management.
Even the supreme man of the empire holding a mercury rod may not know if there are undead lords exiled in the countless wilderness south of the Sea of Dead Moon, so Brando lacks understanding of this place. It couldn't be more normal.
Just as he had never heard of the rose border among these populations, the field of bones, the war between the undead and the crystal cluster, and the history of all aspects of this underworld, people’s knowledge is limited by vision after all. There are limits.
However, the mention of the undead and the crystal clusters in these populations, that is, the weird war in their mouth, reminded him of one thing.
In the second Black Rose War in history, the supreme of Madara once mobilized mercenaries from the Inner Sea of Death Moon to participate in the war. These dark mercenaries have gone through hundreds of battles and caused a lot to the players of Eruin. Troublesome, but players know very little about them.
It now appears that these dark mercenaries should have come from the Bone Field. This news made Brando a little bit excited. Since the Mercury Rod's will can affect this place, it means that it is still far from the core area of Madara. Not too far away.
Just to pass through Madara, or to take the Nine Phoenixes and take a boat back to Vonde, this still needs to be considered.
After all, he didn't expect that the space-time rift would teleport himself to the remote area in this "Amber Sword".
He raised his head and his eyes fell on those caravan leaders who were a little awed to him—or rather feared. He already knew that the opponent was called Naxin, and not far from the opponent, one grew up, one young and two people of nine phoenixes, one The surname is Liu, others call it Mr. Liu, and the other little girl is called Huang Huo.
Phoenix fire.
This is the surname of the Jiufeng imperial clan, Brando still knows about this, because Eko's fiancée, Yura, is also the descendant of the Yufeng clan. The blind girl's original name is Huangyu, which is no secret in later generations.
But these two people are not simple. Mr. Liu should be the guard of the little girl. Both of them have the strength of elemental civilization, and the former has touched the threshold on the side of truth.
Such people are second to none even in countries like Cruz and Faenza.
And the little girl looked even more childish, but she had already stepped into the realm of the elements. This talent really shocked Brando. If you know that he is running the system plug-in, ordinary geniuses want to set foot. This field must be at least thirty years old, and the King of Flame Gilt in history compared with this little girl named Huang Huo, it was nothing.
How could such a person be an unknown person in history, but he knew too little about Jiufeng, so he could only secretly take care of the other party.
However, he is a little strange that Huang Huo’s talent should be a natural choice, but the latter has no flaws: his intelligence is also normal and his emotional intelligence is also high. Although he is a little over-aged and calm, if If this is considered a defect, then Martha would be too partial.
With such doubts in his heart, he cast his eyes on other people. With his current strength, one can see that the strength of this caravan is above and below silver. This strength is not worth mentioning in his eyes, but it is a bit dazzling when placed next to a smuggling merchant.
Putting the level of silver up and down to Eruin, it is enough to become a knight's close minister to some lords. Even in several empires, he can become a mercenary with status. There is no problem even in the regular army to seek a position as a lieutenant. There is really no reason to be a desperado.
In other words, if it wasn't for this caravan to be special, it could only show that the average level of strength in the Rosalin area might even exceed that of the empire.
Of course, Rosalin does not seem to be a relatively prosperous area among these populations, and the population is not too large. Similar places can also be found in San Osor and Cruz, because the folk customs are martial arts, and the level of strength may far exceed. Tongji.
However, Brando heard some clues from the descriptions of these people. Rosalin and the Swift Plains face each other across the Wagtail Strait. In fact, there is no connection with Madara, and it is more deeply influenced by the Jiufeng culture. , But this fringe area is much barren than the Swift Plain.
This shows what a problem, it shows that Lord Rosalin's strength is actually inferior to the other Lords in the Swift Plains, otherwise the latter would have no reason to stay in this place where birds don't lay eggs. And after his questioning, it turned out that the ancestors of this lord had migrated to this place over the strait one hundred and seventy years ago.
As for why they migrated here, the reason is self-evident.
But this is far from over, because Brando learned from Naxin’s description that the Swift Plain has not actually reached the edge of Jiufeng. In the eyes of the wealthy and powerful people of Jiufeng, these marginal areas The dispute really has nothing to do with them—not because of arrogance, but because it poses no threat.
Hearing this, Brando had a bottom line about Jiufeng's strength level in his heart. He thought it was no wonder that the undead had not expanded eastward, after all, Madara's bone shelf was not a brainless zombie.
But Naxin’s words made him feel a bit troubled. Rosalin and Swift Plains face each other across the sea, but Swift Plains is not yet within the territory of Jiufeng. If the distance between the two is too far, then he can’t. Inadvertently considered the feasibility of returning to Warend by boat from Jiufeng.
Seriously speaking, he doesn't really want to return through Madara. Excluding emotional factors, the hostile attitude of the undead towards the living is also a trouble. Moreover, the preparation and time required to cross the kingdom of the Dead Moon by land is obviously far greater than that by sea. During this time, I don’t know how many dangers will be encountered, even if he is not afraid of these dangers, but he knows that Eluin and Ma Dara's second Black Rose War is imminent.
Not to mention that I don't know how long the seal completed by Miss Tata and the others sacrificed their lives. He was so anxious, how could he waste too much time on the road.
Seeing him sitting on the wagon with a slight frown, the others did not dare to speak for a while. They have not even asked Brando’s identity, because the strange corpses scattered outside the camp are about this. The best proof of a young person’s identity—
It was nearly a hundred weird heads, all of them died under the sword of this young man. Recalling that scene, the guards in the caravan didn't know whether they were dizzy or frightened.
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