Brando's gaze fell silently into the quiet valley below, condensed but not scattered.
When the tree shepherd inevitably hit the abacus on their group of people, he was also seeking a way to break the game. 'Maned Wolf' Macaro was suspicious and successfully deceived him, the tree shepherd and even the players who had played this story in the past, and cleverly sent the only heir of Duke Luen out of danger.
Cunning Fox is a good one, but after he has enough information, young people are not a fuel-efficient lamp. He stopped and knocked his chin with his knuckles. He was confident that his wisdom came from the accumulation of previous players, and that the wisdom of a group of people was always better than that of one.
The water is muddled, but the fish may not follow the current—
Macaro could never have imagined that in this quiet northern forest, fall asleep on an altar of order that has been abandoned for two hundred years.
But as Brando said to Antitina, this altar was not the first one he discovered.
As early as the First Age, the year before the separation (100 years), the monks of the Temple of Eluinyan discovered this altar. But in less than a century, this altar has disappeared from all records strangely, as if it had never existed.
It’s just that the players are the players. Those who did this story back then, only through a little clues, finally unearthed the entire'story' from the dusty history-it's just that they didn't expect that they did a series of investigations based on their interests. Brando will eventually be cheaper.
Probably noticing that the lord was wandering, Antitina followed his gaze and looked towards the canopy of the velvety forest below, but she looked at it for a while but found nothing.
The noble daughter looked back at Brando again, noticed the seriousness and seriousness on the young man's face, and wisely did not speak again.
She also guessed that Macaro was even willing to pit his own people, and there was no reason not to drag them into the water. She snorted in her heart, and subconsciously put the family of nobles represented by Duke Luen on the list of unpopularity.
The group of people gradually descended into the valley.
Two Rubys mercenaries walked ahead to clear the way, and the recurve knives made a rustling sound on the hanging branches. Occasionally, the blades refracted the starlight, and the dazzling light flashed everyone's eyes.
Brando paid 2 points of wealth from his resource warehouse in order to maintain the'Mercenary of Rubis' card on the field. Then he checked the resources he could use—including 10 points of water in a few weeks and nearly 150 points of wealth—that was enough. He raised his head and squinted his eyes.
The young man stopped seeing his own'summoning creature' in front of him.
The two mercenaries seemed to look at each other a bit, and couldn't believe what they saw. They stopped and looked back at Brando. "My lord, there is..."
"have what?"
Huque asked harshly. These two mercenaries were the youngest young men in his team. He deliberately let them exercise, but he didn't expect that their performance would make him feel ashamed. As he said, he strode up to separate the bushes in front of him, as if to make up for the fault of his men.
But the next moment, he too was stunned.
Behind the dense woods, there is an open grassland in the forest. The grassland is at least the size of three football fields, and a shrine covered with vines stands quietly in the center.
Tiger Sparrow took a breath before raising his head subconsciously. He could almost imagine how magnificent this majestic building was in the sun in the past, because even now, he can still vaguely see this god from under the dense branches and leaves. The glory of the old temple.
Its structure is very simple, it is a cylindrical temple uplifted from the ground, the arc-shaped vault gleams with the holy white light of marble in the moonlight.
But its height and size are enough to make up for the shortcomings of simplicity. It is nearly sixty feet tall, standing in a clearing like the shadow of a giant—
Brando stopped and looked at the exterior decoration of this shrine from the outside. In terms of style, it belongs to the goddess of elves. It is a pity that this era has already turned into stars in the sky according to their own wishes. What is left in this world is their will and rules for transforming the world.
Gods rarely intervene in the mortal world, and it is precisely because of this that these noble beings are admired by the creatures on the earth.
However, after losing the shelter of divine power, this shrine inevitably lost its former glory. Brando saw a corner collapsed on its south side, and he didn't know how many years he hadn't patronized it.
"Ah!" The business lady who came up from behind let out a small exclamation.
"This is..." Antitina was also stunned.
"This is the temple of the silver elves," Brando is accustomed to the gorgeous and majestic buildings in the past games. Elves, dwarves, and winged tribes are born masters of architects, and their cities are astonishingly majestic—so He just lost his mind and recovered from the surprise of seeing this shrine for the first time: "This was originally the royal cemetery of the silver elves. Even humans did not transform this place later."
Unlike the forest elves, humans always regard the silver elves as their strongest ally. This feeling has been maintained from the defeat of the dark dragon in the battle of the saints to the fact that there is still such an understanding among the lower-level civilians, so it appears to be lost. So precious.
"The tomb of the king?" Antitina turned her head: "How can the tomb of the king become an altar?"
"Because the ancestors of the silver elves made a heavy oath before they were alive, willing to protect their homeland with eternal life. After the elven goddess Saya communicated with Lord Martha, they let their heroic spirits stay here forever."
"A biological nest of heroic spirits?" asked the noble daughter.
Brando nodded.
"How could it be abandoned?"
"On the surface, it was because of the war. In fact, it was because the elven king was unwilling to participate in the war between humans and humans. In this matter, the Eruins almost even offended Martha, so the whole thing The truth was concealed," Brando replied, looking back at Antitina and Roman, "In any volume of the Kingdom's documents, you will not find any relevant records."
The two girls nodded at once. They didn't ask Brando why they knew, so they knew that the answer must be'the truth about history recorded by wizards'!
"This altar may still have room for reactivation." Brando seemed to be silent and dying, and when he opened his mouth, everyone was shocked.
"what?"
"Don't get excited, it's just possible." But only he knew it well, if the Raiders didn't lie. The probability of activation is one hundred percent. It's just that it's the story mission restriction, the'creature' generated from it can only exist for thirty days, but thirty days is more than enough for a mission.
But Brando said so, how could Antitina and Tiger Sparrow not get excited. This is a biological nest, even if it may only be activated, but the benefits represented by this "possibility" are too great.
This news is almost like a treasure chest shining in front of everyone. The treasure chest may be full of gold and silver jewelry, or it may be empty. But in front of such a treasure chest, I am afraid that most people cannot maintain their composure.
Tiger Sparrow licked his lips and asked in a low voice, "What shall we do, Lord Lord."
Brando looked back at them, raised his finger at the two mercenaries behind and asked: "You two are elemental agents, right?"
"Yes, my lord." The two mercenaries nodded together.
"So there are crossbowmen?"
"Yes." Tiger Sparrow immediately pointed out four people from the team: "Enough?"
"Enough." Brando said as he took out a coil of rope from his backpack: "Come and four people go with me. I will arrange tactics."
Antitina frowned: "Is there a fight?"
"Don't worry, it's just a little ghost rider." Brando just finished speaking when he saw Tiger Bird's face turn blue. He was taken aback and asked subconsciously: "What's the matter with you?"
"Lord, you say'little... Ghost Rider'?" Tiger Sparrow asked with a weird look.
Brando coughed, and then he remembered that the Ghost Rider was not worth mentioning in his opinion, but it was a real level 35 elite undead, and even the strategy has repeatedly and solemnly instructed that there must be at least 20 or more. Only reasonable level 20 players can use fighters to deal with this'little BOSS' in this story copy.
However, that strategy was a product of the game before the medieval era. By his time, players' thinking had already changed. There are only nine kinds of special methods to deal with the ghost knight.
Wanting to understand this, Brando comforted: "Don't worry too much, the ghost rider has a fatal flaw. It will not be difficult to deal with it after listening to my instructions."
Huque looked at his lord dubiously, if it were an ordinary mercenary, he would have turned around and left. Just kidding, ghost knights are one of the most terrifying creatures in wilderness legends-they are rumored to be galloping in the forest like a shadow under the moon, quietly taking the lives of the living, and below the golden swordsman, in its hands are nothing but A face-to-face thing.
Not to mention the high-ranking mercenaries among their twelve black irons, even if they doubled it, they would have been slaughtered.
But this is also the reason why ordinary people have too little dealing with these legendary creatures. After all, they are not like players, and they can be resurrected when they die. Life can be used to pile up experience. NPCs are inherently not as advantageous as players in this regard.
But Tiger Sparrow was summoned by Brando after all, so he nodded.
This made Antitina more confirmation of her speculation about the noble retainers, but she didn't point it out. Instead, he asked separately: "This is not the tomb of the Elf King, and is it protected by Martha? How can evil spirits appear?"
Brando snorted: "The monks in the Temple of Flame wanted to keep this lair, trying to forcibly change the vows made by the undead. As a result, the power of chaos was allowed to take advantage of the void, and the altar of order was also contaminated as a result, causing evil. The appearance of the spirit-it is said that Martha was also furious because of this, which indirectly led to the change of the Sifah dynasty."
The noble girl nodded, unexpectedly there is such a legend in it.
"My lord, did you say that..." At this moment, the mercenary who had been monitoring the direction of the shrine suddenly turned his head nervously and said, pointing in that direction.
Brando turned his head subconsciously.