The battle seemed to end as soon as it started.
Eco can almost be sure that the guys under the black robes have at least the strength of the upper reaches of the silver, but he expected the event to happen, but did not predict the result—
He almost believed that Cabot would splatter blood on the spot, and finally couldn't help but rush out to stop them.
But the old man with white beard and hair who came out from behind Cabot just clicked it casually, and a few gray rays flickered-those guys he regarded as nightmares turned into a pile of dust.
The young man opened his mouth wide, suddenly wondering if he was dreaming.
When the old man casts the spell, the sacred pattern of the earth looms in the palm of his hand—the wizard who holds the power of the element—Eco is lonely and ignorant, and he knows that there are no more than ten people in Eruin. Among these ten people, either are senior wizards who have been famous for a long time, or a lord of one party, and the only ones left are the masters of the Black Tower and the Star and Moon Council.
who is he.
Then he saw Cabot bent down and said respectfully to the old man: "Master Lewoods, you have worked hard."
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, allowing Eco to maintain the action of rushing out from behind the sack for a while. In Eruin, there are many people named Li Woods. But there is only one qualified to be called a master.
Lewoods Hardwella Gemmel.
Eruin's chief court wizard, assisted the three dynasties of Anson VII.
Eco was a little confused for a while, and he really couldn't figure out why he would meet such a big man in such a remote place. And it seems that he still came to help them.
"This... this..." The young man pointed to the old man with a bit of dumbfoundedness: "You, you are..."
The old man nodded, confessing his guess, and then replied: "This is a long story, Mr. Eco, let Cabot Cavalier take us to a safe place. I will explain to you more carefully."
"Cabot... Knight?" Eco looked at Cabot, feeling that the world had been turned upside down.
…
Brando and his party climbed up the stairs along the silent mountain forest to the east. The rustling footsteps of the team of fifteen people passed through the dense wormwood, like an invisible long snake gliding past without seeing five fingers. It’s pitch black; but when I looked back, I occasionally separated the blades of grass and saw the dots of fire in the forest below the mountain. There was originally a brightly lit camp, but at this moment, only the embers of the sporadic charcoal in the dark remained.
"Our horse is still in the camp, Brando."
This is the third time she has asked this in this short while, Brando knew that Romain was heartbroken by her little pony, and couldn't help but shook his head with a smile.
"They will go back, won't they, Brando?" The merchant lady's eyes were shining with the fire below the mountain; she asked as she turned her head and raised her white chin.
She knew what Brando meant.
But Roman is just a softhearted little girl after all. Just like although she knows that she and her aunt are not popular among the villagers, the land on which she can be born and raised is, after all, called her hometown.
So she is still willing to help Freya to rebuild Butch—
"Maybe only Martha knows it." Brando replied. Whether the Gray Wolf Mercenary Group will follow in the footsteps of history, the decision is not in him, but in whether he can influence the view of "Maned Wolf" Macaro.
"However, they clearly perceive this as a trap, so they should be alert—" Roman asked, "Brando, aren't you that Macaro is a smart guy?"
"It's too smart." Brando knew that before Macaro became a free mercenary, this'maned wolf' was known as a cunning fox. He was once the chief think tank of the royal party reformists, if not ten. He would not be reduced to the failure of the political struggle a year ago.
"So they are calculating each other." Antitina asked.
"almost."
"I really don't understand, what are their reasons for doing this." The noble daughter couldn't help but put forward another hypothesis: "Is there really any secret in this forest that makes people tempting?"
Brando smiled, the secret is there, but it's not enough to make people tempted. What's more, the two parties in the fight are afraid that they don't care about this. They care about another matter.
His smile fell into Antitina's eyes, and the girl immediately asked, "Do you know something right, sir?"
Brando nodded.
"We saw that young man the other day, do you remember?" He said, "His real name should be Eco Lantonilan Ophelia."
"This name is so familiar."
"Naturally, you should have heard of Cannon Lantonilan Ophelia."
Roman and the other mercenaries were okay, but the noble daughter couldn't help but choked and coughed violently. It took a long time for her to look up pale and ask, "Grand Duke Lantonilan?"
"Eco also has a title, Earl Maywak, this is a title with a territory." Brando squinted, "It's just that he doesn't even know it."
"This is..." Antitina couldn't help asking: "It is related to the political struggle eleven years ago? By the way, the son of Grand Duke Lantonilan has long since disappeared—"
She suddenly shut her mouth and looked at Brando with a strange look.
"My lord, how can you know so clearly."
"It's an open secret." Brando said, opening the river.
"So, this is..."
"It's still an open secret. Eruin is no longer the old Eruin. Its high-level staff is too old to be worth repairing. Even further, they are already dying." Brando looked at this noble daughter, intentionally paying attention to her. Say these things in front of you.
"We are not the only ones who perceive this, you are optimistic, Miss Antitina. In three months, this country will fall apart. And what you see now is just its previous struggle."
Although these words can't be said to be rebellious in this world, the ambitions contained in them are still clear.
"Is the Corcovado dynasty still saved?" Antitina asked, still thinking of the name that once brought glory to Eruin.
"Perhaps more." Brando thought of the Princess Regent.
"What shall we do, Lord Lord?" Antitina interrupted his thoughts and asked in a low voice.
"Let’s find the sage’s slate first." Brando looked at the undulating mountains in the distance—the mountains intertwined, forming dark silhouettes with different layers in the dark—but the young man’s eyes seemed to be able to pass through these obstacles, as if He had already seen the goal, and replied concisely and powerfully.
The young man has taken everyone to the top of the mountain. The wind rushed towards his face and suddenly became much bigger, as if the flowing air roaring from the southern mountain pass suddenly passed through the forest and lifted his cloak.
Brando sniffed the smell of the wind. He stared at the dark and quiet valley on the other side of the hillside. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but then the surprise turned into reality: "It's really here. It seems that there is a key issue. These guys still haven't joked with me—"
When the others heard this exclamation, they all looked at him.
"Did you see the valley below?"
"Is there any problem?" Roman asked curiously.
"En..." Brando stretched out a hand from under the cloak, and pointed his index finger at the valley far away-but looking in the direction he was pointing, everyone's eyes were only spreading a layer of forest along both sides of the mountain walls. It's just a dark carpet. But the young man turned his head, a light flashed in his eyes: "Have you heard of the altar?"
"altar?"
"As for the altar," Roman replied solemnly: "When I was young, my aunt and I saw the altar in the Temple of Flame together. Was it like that?"
"Naturally not."
"Then'The Lair', have you always heard of it?"
Everyone is silent, this is natural.
"There should be a nest in that valley."
"what?"
The mercenary captain standing behind him was taken aback. Everyone knew that the lair was the war potential of a country. But few people understand that, apart from artificial biological nests, wild nests are dangerous forbidden areas. In fact, humans often have to pay a great price in order to purify a nest.
"What level of lair is that?" he asked immediately.
"Don't be nervous," Brando motioned for him to be quiet. He looked at the entire valley and paused for a moment. "That is an altar of order, if I read it correctly, it is the temple of truth."
"Altar of Order?"
"Have you heard of the gate of heaven?"
The mercenaries took a deep breath. Lubbs's mercenaries came from Grace, the country of knights, and naturally understood what this term meant. 'Tiger Sparrow' saw Antitina and Roman with puzzled faces, and then explained in a low voice: "Angel."
Antitina said "Ah", and immediately looked at Brando with a look of disbelief; the Knights Country Grace is less than one-fifth of Eruin's land area, but its combat power is the highest among all the powers of the Temple of Light. The first one is for no other reason, precisely because it has two of the best legions on the continent of Vaughan.
The Knights of Fanatic Heart and the Legion of Thrones.
In the last holy war, Eruin, who was a subordinate force of the Temple of Flame, did not suffer from the losses of these two armies.
'Tiger Sparrow' also looked at him strangely, and stammered and asked: "Lord Lord, you mean, there is a gate to heaven in the valley?"
Brando shook his head immediately. Just kidding, there is a gate of heaven in this valley that he has the turn to discover. The gate of heaven is also called the steps of angels. The creatures born from it are the'throne angels', which are known as the most powerful fighting creatures of the light forces. Moreover, as long as there is a gate of heaven within a hundred miles, there will be abnormal signs of the sky. Such obvious signs, unless the local temple of flames have reached the limit, otherwise it will not be his turn to get a piece of the pie.
"No, there is just an altar of order below the gate of heaven." Brando replied.
"Similar?" The mercenary captain was taken aback. Although he was the most legendary mercenary concept collection in history, he was not a knowledgeable scholar after all. The major biological nests in this world are in the hands of those in power or local nobles. Most people have only heard relevant rumors, but it should be understood that most people neither have this qualification nor the opportunity.
"You mean, that is the lair sheltered by Master Martha?" Antitina keenly grasped Brando's meaning.
Brando was shocked. Although he clearly had this concept in his mind, he couldn't help but use the language in the game when he spoke. It can only be said that Sufi's personality always holds the initiative when it comes to tasks and plots.
He smiled wryly and nodded.
"In that case, it's also a big discovery."'Tiger Sparrow' said immediately. Because wild nests are too difficult to purify, it is often not an overnight task to transform a nest that has been infested by magic. Sometimes the whole process can even take as long as ten or twenty years.
But the biological nest protected by Martha is different. It is a gift from God to the world, and the orderly creatures born in it are the natural allies of intelligent creatures. Often only need to pay for daily consumption and very little remuneration, the master of the lair can obtain a powerful army from the altar of order.
Therefore, in any country, as long as you report any altar of order to the Temple of Flame, you can almost immediately obtain a territory with abundant output, close to the size of three to four knights' collars.
And it's a hereditary territory.
Thinking of this, Antitina, who had always been calm, had her eyes blazing, and she looked at Brando.
But Brando waved his hand: "You think too much, it's just an abandoned altar."
"Abandoned?" Antitina was taken aback, but then asked: "How does your lord know?"
Brando didn't answer, he knew that there was an altar of order in this direction, but he didn't know the exact location. And with his experience, he couldn't be sure of this at this distance, then he was really in vain before.
He once joined Grace of the Knight Order as a player, even before he came to this world. Therefore, he was very familiar with the sacred and quiet atmosphere surrounding the Altar of Order.
What's more, a light screen popped up in his field of vision earlier, prompting him to enter the scope of the'Sanctuary'.
As for why he knew it was'abandoned', isn't it clearly stated in the strategy
…
A group of people descended into the valley. They had slid down the slope on one side as if they had cut off all the sounds on the other side. The valley is silent, and you can't even hear the most common insects in the entire summer.
Walking in the dark forest by starlight, there is no obvious path in the woodland between the valleys; everyone walking in the rugged, mossy forest, looking around, occasionally can see a flash of fluorescence in the dark.
Those are fireflies, or just animal eyes.
It's not the first time Antitina and Roman are on the road at night, so although they are nervous, they are not too scared. Lubis's mercenaries are even more calm. If the legendary mercenaries who are born and die are afraid of the dark, it would be too funny to say it.
It's just that the environment here does make people feel a little abnormal.
"This altar was not actually discovered by me." Brando said through the dim starlight, seeing some artificially carved rock fragments gradually appearing on the ground in the mossy forest with crisscross roots.