"Are those two people okay?" Funiya looked at the luminous spirits in a puzzled manner, blinked her big new green eyes, and then asked softly.
"Those two damn guys!" Monica leaped up from the ground and screamed angrily-but then she remembered that there was nothing wrong with the other party, and then fell down angrily, and replied, "Huh, still Not dead. Fortunately, Valhalla reacts quickly, otherwise the eighth root system will be crushed enough to crush them to dust and not leave them, just acting as the nutrient of the world tree."
Fonia was a little worried: "Valhalla's movement is too dangerous. This is still in the inaccessible forest. If it is transmitted in densely populated places, wouldn't it cause heavy casualties? Is there no way to avoid it? In the past How do the gods and people deal with it?"
Monica blushed infrequently. In fact, Valhalla's actualization process is quite safe. You can retrieve the situation on the other side of the transition point before the coordinates are confirmed. However, in order to save magic, she asked Valhalla to omit this step. , The reason is that there may not be anyone in the Mintai Forest right now.
She looked around with some annoyance and said to him: "The capacity of Valhalla's magic pool is still too small. It takes only a few hours for normal people to travel from the hills of Schafflund here. We actually have to go twice in a row. Teleportation, it took more than half an hour to reinfuse magic power. If we had twelve magic pools, the transition from Tonigel to Cruz would be only a one-time event, and we don’t have to close the world tree. Other magic-consuming facilities."
"This is also something that can't be helped," Funiya said with a wry smile: "My lord, he has invested a lot in this fortress, but we have too little time."
"That's right, I blame the damn Sasald people for making trouble." In Monica's eyes, Eruin's local nobles were directly ignored by her. In her opinion, it was not Val at all. Hara's opponents are nothing more than annoying flies at best.
She turned her head and asked, "Valhalla, have the coordinates been calculated? Where is this place?"
"According to the map you provided, Miss Monica, this place should be seventy kilometers south of Fort Mintai, and the town of Horta is not far from here. According to our combat plan, we should send a support here. force."
"Very well, just let... Let Ulliel go, and arrange the White Lion Guard here, it should be enough!" Monica thought for a while and replied.
"Well," Fonia hesitated for a moment, but said: "I want to see those two people, they might be frightened."
"What's so beautiful," Monica replied irritably, but she glanced at the little girl and shrugged: "Well, it's up to you, anyway, there is still a lot of time."
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When the huge roots swept away at him, the middle-aged hunter felt that he must be dead. Who knew that at the juncture of the moment the roots suddenly changed direction, passed him at a distance of a few inches, and fell to the ground amidst the roar of a creaking tree.
After a long time, the dust finally settled, and the surroundings became quiet again. The father and son reopened their eyes tremblingly. When they looked forward, they couldn't help holding their breath subconsciously, and their eyes widened.
In the forest, the dense hazel forest and the pine forest were gone, and something beyond imagination appeared out of thin air—to be precise, it was a bigger tree. Its trunk is like a mountain, straight into the sky. The vast canopy covers the entire forest. The slender branches and the green canopy are shrouded in clouds and mist. Some flying birds are flying around the giant tree. Flying, from a distance, looks as subtle as a group of flying insects. The huge root system of the giant tree surrounds the undulating mountains. It naturally forms an outer wall. On this outer wall, there are towering artificial buildings—but those The thick stone walls full of dwarves' simple style are more towering than the castle fortresses they can see in Manoville and Jean Dnell.
The two father and son watched this scene with their mouths open. If they weren't dreaming, then they must be crazy to see this strange landscape. The two could not help but think of the myths and legends that were widely circulated in the southern border. Legend has it that on a clear summer afternoon, the forest will present the illusion of huge stone giants and cities where giants live.
Although it is not a sunny afternoon, nor is it a day in midsummer, the two fathers and sons are almost certain that this must be the residence of the giants.
They couldn't help but tremble with fright. Legend has it that the giants are monsters that cannibalize people in the wilderness. Although the stone giants who can build cities are said to be gentler, they would not have any good impressions of these two tiny mortals.
But they didn't dare to escape rashly. The root system of this huge city stretched out several miles away, how could it easily escape its range? While the two of them were worried, they saw a head suddenly appeared on the tall city wall and looked in the direction where they were. Although the other party was wearing a sentry helmet, it had a huge nose, small eyes and obvious characteristics. The thick beards all explain the identity of the other party-a dwarf.
To be precise, a rune dwarf who claims to be a descendant of the Silver People. If you use such a simple appellation to address Oldham himself, the dwarf craftsman master will definitely correct your "language disorder" seriously, and then add a series of adjectives to modify it before this appellation. Of course, also Those cumbersome identity pronouns related to it are indispensable.
Such as Valhalla's only fortification master, earl advisor, scholar, archaeologist and other titles.
Of course, most of them are self-styled.
Oldham squinted his eyes for a long time before seeing the two insignificant guys under Valhalla. It wasn't that his eyes were bad, but the noise in the city, which distracted the old dwarf. Although Monica gave a notice to the entire Valhalla long before Valhalla started the teleportation, but the luminous spirits are well-known for their service standards, and they are already thankful if they don’t make any mistakes. How well it is done, it is almost impossible.
The old dwarf couldn't help but think of the little girl whom he had met in Schafflund. That lovely little girl was said to be the lord's fiancée. Although the merchant eldest lady was confused by her own work, she could always arrange everything in an orderly manner when she was in the territory, and she would never make the people below understand what she meant.
Of course, there are also Antitina and Miss Nimesis. As long as one of these people is still in the domain, Valhalla will not become like this. The light spirits suddenly told the residents of Valhalla that they would enter a state of war. Even if these people were loyal to the lord, they would inevitably fall into a state of panic and anxiety for a while.
"I really don't know why these guys have gone." Oldham grumbled and complained, and then he put his hand on the battlement and shouted to the two poor creatures below who had been trembling with fright: " Hello, are you all right!"
The hunters, father and son, never thought that a dwarf would appear in a giant city. Didn't you say that these two races were feuds? It is said that a long time ago, in the war with the Dragon of Twilight, the giants betrayed their dwarven allies in an important battle. Since then, they have lost their civilization heritage and have fallen into the wilderness, never bathing and dirty. The smelly man-eating monster all over, and after that, the dwarves also vowed to break with the giant, and between the two became an endless enemy.
Could it be said that this giant city has been occupied by their enemies and turned into a dwarf city
The middle-aged hunter first came up with this absurd idea, but in any case, dealing with dwarves is better than dealing with giants. He finally calmed down the anxiety in his heart, looked at the towering giant trees and fortresses that suddenly appeared in the forest with awe, swallowed, thinking about how he should answer, or how to let the other person let him go. When the father and son left, they heard his son cry in surprise:
"Oh my God, I understand, this must be Valhalla Fortress!" The young man with sharp eyes and gleaming eyes looked at Oldham on the top of the city and shouted: "You must be the one in the legend who designed and built this fortress. Yes, Mr. Oldham, the dwarf craftsman and master of fortress with superb craftsmanship!"
"There are also earl advisers, scholars, archaeologists and master alchemists," Oldham added dissatisfiedly: "Little guy, and I also have the status of a royal adviser, but I did not accept it, and the Eruin Geographical Association also invited I became their honorary member, but I declined."
"It's really you!"
"Of course." Oldham straightened his chest out triumphantly, but he immediately remembered that he had something else to do, and quickly waved his hand angrily: "Okay, it's okay if you are all right, now I ask you to step back a little, I The gate is about to be lowered."
"door?"
The hunter father and son looked at each other. However, they immediately understood the true meaning of this sentence, and saw that the root system of the towering giant tree suddenly squirmed, extending from the stone wall that was tightly attached to it, as if a huge suspension bridge had been put down—but this The dimensions of the suspension bridges are amazing. Each of them spans a distance of thousands of meters and is wide enough for carriages.
The father and son hurriedly backed away, and soon saw a flag appear on the towering city wall, the star and moon lily flag representing the royal family of Eruin on the one side, and then the other flag-one side facing the fierce north wind. Waving white lion flag. Several knights holding banners rode their war horses and rushed down the city head. Behind them were rows of knights with sharp armor, silver heavy armor, enchanted cloak and small shield, and the long white mane flying on the pointed helmet. And the lion head on the shoulder armor, all are explaining the identity of this army.
White Lion Guard—
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