"Qian."
The soft call seemed to be lower than the rustling wind outside.
The red-haired girl raised her head. Veronica sat not far from her, and the two of them hid in the natural shelter formed by the black rock recessed inward. This kind of terrain is not uncommon in this area, which is shrouded in wind and gravel all year round.
Veronica seemed to be about to break the silence, but for a while she didn't know where to start. The girl in front of her was very wary of her. This is not to blame Akane, who told them to be enemies before
But the female army commander finally chose to speak up.
Akane blinked her beautiful amber eyes and looked at the female nobleman from the Cruz Empire with questions. The relationship between the two seemed to have transformed from hostility to such a subtle mutual dependence. She couldn't help but have a kind of relationship. Feeling unreal.
Of course, more of them are still uneasy. This kind of uneasiness is not caused by the fear and tension of one's own situation, but because of the worry after leaving the lord.
Anxiety was reflected in the girl's expression through subtle expressions, her eyebrows were slightly frowning to form tiny wrinkles on the skin between her brows, and her eyes were full of sadness.
Veronica sighed: "Don't worry too much, your lord will be fine."
The comforting words more or less relaxed the girl, at least her hands were no longer clenched into fists. Then the female army commander gave a kind smile:
"There is a saying in Cruz's army that a hard-fought young man is favored by the stars in the sky."
"According to legend, the baby who came to this world on a night where the shining galaxy lay above the sky is the heir of the stars. The sons of the stars are favored by luck and can always turn out bad luck in an incredible way. I think he is very good. Has this potential."
Qian didn't understand why Veronica would suddenly say this to herself. She stared at the female predecessor with wide-eyed eyes, as if to question: Does the Cruz people really have such a legend
As a result, the distance between the two was much closer.
"Where are you from?" Veronica asked suddenly.
"I—" Qian whispered a word of "I" and suddenly became vigilant. She looked at the lady with suspicion in her eyes. But the latter smiled and shook his head, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"You don't need to be nervous, I'm just curious."
Qian turned her head and looked at her somewhat puzzled.
"I have seen many outstanding young people, but like your lord," Veronica shook her head-although she is over a hundred years old, the female god of war still has the youth of the most energetic period, saying yes The stunning beauty is not an exaggeration—but at the moment she is sitting on the sand, looking a little tired: "If there is only one genius in a hundred people, your lord must be the kind that will only appear in a thousand years. A character."
"Actually I have no doubt about his future achievements, but I am just curious that such a person will really appear on the border province of a small country. Brando said that he is a small lord on the border of Eruin, but I think This is too legendary."
"It's just like those described in the knight novels." Veronica turned her head, and a wise smile flashed in her aquamarine eyes: "But everyone knows that the story is just a story after all."
Qian looked at her blankly.
"I'm not malicious, just curious."
"I don't know." The girl lowered her head and shook her head.
The female army commander seemed to be able to see the authenticity of this sentence from Akane's expression, but she did not press on. As if the conversation was just a small chat, she just nodded.
"That little girl knew him earlier than you."
For some reason, Qian knew that Veronica was referring to Antitina, and she nodded.
"What a mysterious little guy." Veronica licked her lips subconsciously. This habitual action was like when she met an opponent on the battlefield twenty or thirty years ago, with green eyes. There was also a wild light from inside.
She turned her head: "Still worried?"
Qian shook her head. She didn't want to show cowardice in front of outsiders.
Veronica just smiled slightly: "Wait for the wind and sand to get smaller, let's go down and find him."
The red-haired girl flicked her ponytail and suddenly raised her head, looking at her in surprise.
The female army commander didn't say more. In fact, she rarely showed a friendly side in front of others, but this lonely girl touched some soft places in her heart.
Remind her of when she was young—
Veronica watched Akane's reaction carefully, feeling a little interesting. But at this moment, an abrupt sound suddenly came from the wind and sand outside.
A piece of stone slid down the mountain wall in the strong wind, as if someone was walking between the cliffs.
The sound of footsteps made both women startled. Veronica subconsciously grabbed the saber around her waist, but only after grabbing an empty space did she remember that the Sky Blue had been handed over to Brando.
Therefore, she only had time to raise her head and heard the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer, and then a voice asked in the wind and sand outside:
"Are there other travelers inside? Can you let me in to avoid the wind? The weather is really unfriendly."
Hearing this sound, Veronica raised her eyebrows slightly.
"Please come in, Lord Earl." The lady replied after hesitating.
Hearing this answer, the person outside the cave was slightly dazed, as if he was taken aback, but immediately rushed in. The light dimmed slightly in the cave, and the visitor placed one hand on the sword and looked at Veronica condescendingly at the entrance of the cave.
"Veronica!"
What caught Akane's eyes was a familiar face.
Grey Sword Saint Mephistopheles.
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Since entering the obsidian giant gate that guards Valhalla, it seems to have entered a vast underground space. The entire space is immersed in the boundless, silent darkness-Brando and others have moved forward in the absence of light. For a while, vision gradually adapted to the environment here.
They gradually found themselves walking upwards along a column-shaped'bridge', and there were many'bridges' like this one around them, bunches of them converging upwards, forming a not steep slope.
There are no handrails around these'bridges', which sounds dangerous, but in fact, these cylindrical bridge decks are tens of meters wide, and walking on them is fairly stable.
Only occasionally when looking back down, the'columns' behind him were inserted into the endless darkness below, as if there was no end, and when you raised your head, the top of the'columns' stretched forward indefinitely and was buried in the darkness.
Such a visual illusion makes people almost think that they are climbing vertically, as if walking in the middle of the world before the chaos opened up, accidentally falling into an endless abyss.
In such an environment, anyone who just takes a second look will feel weak in his hands and feet, let alone someone in the team.
It didn't take long for Brando to feel that he was holding his hand with the other hand except Fonia. He turned his head and saw Faina, who was trembling with fright, and didn't know when he came to him. Zhang's face has long been bloodless.
The noble lady looked at him pitifully, as if she was telling him to keep quiet. But Brando smiled secretly, William couldn't have been unaware of this young lady's behavior, and Fonia's ears were also very sensitive.
In other words, she was just deceiving herself and others.
"Is the torch not burning?" Brando asked in the dark.
"Eternally burning torches have no effect, and magic is also ineffective. Perhaps it is suppressed by forced magic." The old wizard stood beside him, as if saying something that had nothing to do with him: "But you can try higher-level spells. "
"For example, the artificial sun."
"no."
Brando knew the spell very well, he didn't want to blow it up. However, darkness is not a big threat to them, and he cares more about the enemy behind him than this.
The young man turned his head and looked at the back. The place where he had entered before was faint, and it was Andesa and her helper who were walking in circles there.
That was William's magic effect. I have to say that this great wizard does possess the power to match his reputation. At least no one dare to say that Andesa can be easily trapped.
The old man noticed Brando's look and couldn't help squinting his eyes with a smile.
He touched the top of his staff, and said triumphantly: "This maze spell should be able to trap them for a while, but young man, I can't help you more."
Setting an ambush behind the Valhalla gate is actually Brando’s suggestion. Even though William, who has fought against Andesa, he doesn’t know the character of the shepherd lord, but Brando is different. He knows that Desa will definitely suffer this loss.
It’s just that the plan is somewhat different from his original idea—
"If I remember correctly, the Tree Shepherd and your Silver Alliance are enemies?" Brando couldn't help but raised his head and asked, "Isn't it okay to take this opportunity to kill them?"
He looked at the archmage baffledly, wishing that the other party would take action so that he could get it done once and for all.
"You want beauty." The old man said with a smile: "Actually, I would like it too, but the other party is one of the twelve patriarchs of the tree shepherd. Although I don't know how your kid got into such a guy, just with this woman. The win rate is too low, so I won't take it lightly."
Brando glanced at the old mage secretly, thinking that this really fits the temperament of these craftsmen and wizards, and quantified the probability of victory or defeat in the war. It is no wonder that they have never truly failed in any conflict.
In any case, the people of silver are monsters.
However, he didn't intend to move William so easily. He more or less retained some of the thinking in the game, at least in the Amber Sword, he would not blatantly give the player such a chance to cheat.
"Isn't it even a sneak attack?"
"No." William shook his head: "Well, young man, don't think too much. This maze technique can trap Andesa for at least half an hour, because she doesn't know that I am here. If she watches To me, this spell won't work."
"And even without this condition, she will find that it is an illusion sooner or later. This is one of them," the old man held up a finger: "Second, I can't spend too much time with you here."
"You want to go?" Brando was really taken aback. This archmage was his biggest backer at the moment, but he didn't expect to leave soon after he came
"The Green Tower can't hold it anymore. You don't want your hard work to be abandoned." William scratched his silver-haired head. To be honest, Brando could hardly believe that a respected wizard leader would do this. Nonsensical action: "Okay," the old man said, "Actually, it has nothing to do with me, but since Tulaman asked me to help, I can't refuse."
The Green Tower can't be guarded so quickly
Brando didn't know that he had been in a coma for several days before, and he thought that there was no player participating in the result and the difference was so much. Fortunately, the wizard leader of the Silver Alliance was here, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
If William takes the shot, the wolf disaster should not be a threat to the druids for a while.
But no matter what, it means that there is not much time left for him.
The old man patted him on the shoulder, took out a box and handed it to him: "This is considered to be given to you by me, young man-there is a cloak in this box, which can let you avoid Andessa's perception on time."
"Wait," Brando shouted, "We have three people, Master."
"I know," the old man smiled slightly, "so this cloak is actually used by a giant."
"Used by giants?" Brando looked weird, what kind of weird setting was this.
"Exactly, but it also has a problem. It can only be used once a day. After using it once, it is no different from a normal cloak."
"Do you wizards have such a weird temper?" Brando took the box and asked a little bit irritably.
What's happening now reminds him of his past experience in the game. He has no good impression of the wizard's work.
"Hey, it seems that you are familiar with them. Then I can rest assured." The old man smiled, and his wand danced in the air, opening a silver light door out of thin air: "But don't underestimate this cloak. When it takes effect, even the Dragon King cannot break through its concealment effect!"
"Dragon King? You mean Bahamut?" Brando was taken aback, he couldn't help but raised the box in his hand and looked at it with a little disbelief.
But whether it is Bahamut the Fire Dragon King or Tiamat, the dragon of war, if this cloak is really as the old man said, it must at least be a mythical product.
But this is the virtue of mythological product
Brando turned his head, just in time to see the old man walk into the light door. But in the end William suddenly turned his head and said to him somewhat solemnly: "Young man, I leave the time for you, and then it's up to you—"
"Wait, I said!" Brando suddenly reacted: "You haven't told me what the activation spell of this thing is!"
It's a pity that William obviously didn't hear his last words, because the light gate flashed slightly in the dark, and then disappeared invisible, as if it had never existed there.
What the hell!
Brando suddenly felt a huge cheating at that moment.
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