Just as the devil fought with Eruin’s northern coalition forces and the army of the Temple of Flame, in the quiet port of Ampersel, Georgentigan’s army quickly occupied the entire port, and the Port Guard had long been taken by Bran. Fighting more and more, but cheapening these creatures from the bottom of the earth, under the guidance of the unity of all things, they easily opened the city gates and dispersed the remaining port guards. Before night, the entire port was only There is only a sparse resistance left.
In the torrential rain, a figure of Miao Man was slowly moving up the spiral staircase of the city building.
Medusa Les Meca wore a white linen gown, with bronze-colored scaly skin exposed underneath, and her legs were much longer than those of a human female. But she likes to wrap the python-like tail with copper coin markings on her shoulders, which looks like a shawl.
She climbed onto the roof top of the tower, separated the chirping harpies, and saw the dying Viscount Bergenin. She picked up the opponent's wrist and read a byte in her mouth. A black pattern faintly appeared on the third condyle of the index finger of the Viscount's left hand. She took a closer look next to her beautiful prismatic pupil and then looked up and asked: "Where did you find him?"
The harpies replied in a squeaky voice, "Nearby, ma'am."
"Why didn't the messenger wake up?"
"The messenger was knocked out, madam."
"Humans are really fragile." Lesmeka was full of disdain. However, she did not dare to express this emotion. This person is an important figure in All Things One Society, and All Things One Society is a believer of the Dragon of Twilight. They work closely with the devil, which is not something inferior people like them can evaluate. She lowered her head, spit out her forked tongue and made a black mark on Viscount Bergenin's forehead, and then gently stroked her hand to create a rain cover for him.
"Let’s talk about it when Master Bruka comes, you take good care of him. Our enemy this time is the terrible Temple of Flame, and the lords still need the unity of all things to unearth that tool for them, as long as they have a firm foothold, 'We' will be able to have a broader land." Lesmeca seemed to yearn for it, her beautiful snake-shaped long hair raised up, hissing a letter.
She looked at the Anlek mountains in the distance, the rolling shadows of the mountains were shrouded in gloomy dark clouds, and the color of lightning was reflected in her beautiful eyes, like some kind of sparks that had been ignited.
But not far from her, leeward, the two ladies are discussing seriously. "Bai Wu, it is true that we left Viscount Bergening there. We caught a big fish. They really have some conspiracy behind them."
Conspiracy is almost certain, otherwise everything will not appear here for a while, "So what, are you going to follow her?" Bai Wu looked at her with slanted eyes. "Of course." Roman nodded naturally.
"With your level of tracking and bumping, we will be discovered in less than a minute, and then you will be arrested and killed. In this case, I must die too." Bai Wu calmly hit her. Roman couldn't help showing a look of dissatisfaction, and his small eyebrows hurriedly raised: "Is it that bad?"
"Worse than this."
"Then I have to give up this plan, Bai Wu Bai Wu. What shall we do next?" The merchant lady negated the plan she had thought about for a long time very freely. It's as if she didn't propose the plan.
"Think about it myself." Bai Wu replied lazily.
"I see, Brando, the enemy on the bright side, will not be afraid, but conspiracy and tricks are hard to guard against. It is written in knight novels. Besides, Brando also looks dumb, very easy to deceive. It looks like we have to dig out the thing they are going to dig first." Roman immediately came to a new conclusion.
"What are you going to do?" Bai Wu felt that using the knight novel as a model of action was simply a model of negative teaching materials, but this judgment line was still correct, and she didn't bother to care about it. To be honest, if she could, she didn't even bother to speak. "Let's find those sneaky guys first." Roman replied confidently.
"Sneaky guy?"
"I saw Grand Duke Anlek just now, didn't the Viscount say that they are also members of that club?"
"Such a thing, please tell me sooner next time..." Bai Wu finally rolled her eyes feebly. This was almost the first expression she had made since today.
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"It's you, Barbasha?" Brando had recognized that this wrinkled old woman was Barbasha, the old witch he had blackmailed once in Ridenberg.
"Witch? Brando, who is she?" Princess Griffin was the first to react, because witches did not have a good reputation in the human world because they had followed the Dark Dragon, so most of them lived in seclusion. Life. Her body is shrouded in auras such as evil, mystery, and ill-intentioned. Many bedside stories in Vaughan are based on them as typical negative human beings.
Princess Griffin, who grew up in such a cultural atmosphere, is no exception. She only frowned to show that she has a good self-cultivation. Of course, it is also because the other party helped them once. Not only the princess, but also Earl Odin raised his eyebrows slightly, but as a mature noble, he was obviously more of a city, and he didn't show his surprise on his face.
"It's me, Lord Lord," the old woman wearing a black robe and hiding her wrinkled face under the wizard hat respectfully saluted Brando: "Don't worry, Lord Lord has helped in the past. My old lady once, I once swore an oath in front of the dragon of darkness, that I will repay it. Today I am here to repay my favor, Lord Lord, don’t care.” Barbasa looked at everyone with a small eyeball, and replied. .
This is obviously a lie. When did he help her? It was almost the same to blackmail her. However, Brando could more or less guess why the other party would help him, and soon a voice in his heart confirmed this guess:
"My king, don't be puzzled. We are your loyal followers. At this juncture in history that is about to change, the witches of the Winter Kingdom must first fulfill their promise."
Sure enough, when Barbasha predicted in Ridenberg that he would bring the dark dragon back, he only felt ridiculous. But things are impermanent, and later he really became the heir of Odin's inheritance, but he only got a fraction of this inheritance. In fact, he is not really a dragon of darkness. I don't know how this old witch found it. my own.
"Humph!" There was another cold snort at this time. "Brando, where did you provoke these dirty allies again, do you really want to be the dragon of darkness?" This is the voice of the wind queen.
Brando was taken aback. He didn't expect Feng Empress to make a sound at this time. She and Odin were rivals, in other words, they were also one of the witches' enemies. He hurriedly looked up, only to find that there was no strange look on Barbasha's face, and he was relieved. It seemed that Barbasha's voice was just a magic effect, and she could not see what he was thinking.
"It's obviously she came here, it's my business." Brando replied aggrievedly.
"Hmph, you can do it for yourself, don't forget the shape." After the wind coldly threw a word, there was no sound. Brando's heart moved: "Master Feng, I thought you really didn't see me today."
"you… "
Elf Yu Jie gritted her teeth and scolded Brando Pigtou ten times in her heart, and then made up her mind that this time she would never pay attention to this guy until the last moment.
Brando didn't realize that he had offended the sage of the wind elves once again. If he could, he must be the standard of the fire in the temple after the wind. "Barbasha, how do you know all this?" he asked.
The old witch smiled mysteriously. "The master does not have to hide it. As long as the deed on the black prophecy has not disappeared, we witch can read all the secrets from above. The black prophecy has already predicted everything today, and the dark dragon will return to the earth."
"The black prophecy also said that Madara will rule the land, and the twelve witches of the witches will move towards unity. It is not invisible." Brando slandered. But he didn't want to get involved with these people. The witch did not have a good reputation in the mortal world. To get involved with them was equivalent to acknowledging the identity of the follower of the Dark Dragon. The followers of the Dark Dragon who saw the sky under the rule of the Four Temples were the same as the cultists, and they were all screaming and beating rats across the street. "Can you make a mistake?" he asked.
"No," Barbasa seemed to react, and humbly replied: "The master is worried about identity? It's okay, we will help you in secret, never reveal your identity-at least before the second judgment day ."
"What was that thing on the Second Judgment Day?" Brando felt that he would be half crazy when he talked to these godly witches. But if Barbasha really did what she said, the witches would be a pretty good help for him.
Witches and prophets were the first mortals in the world to master magical powers. Ancient wizards realized mortal magic by developing magical powers in words and languages; their source of power is actually the twelve-wheeled moon reflected by the dark magic in the sky. Therefore, there are twelve different witches walking on the earth in the mortal world. For example, Roman’s aunt is the eternal witch with the magic moon in the star area where Lyra is located. And the strongest branch among the witches of Bruno Pine is the Winter Witch of the Witch Throne.
The witches have been eroded by the dark magic for a long time, so they become weird. Most of them are evil, cruel and easy to kill, but there are also some kind and rational existences, but without exception, they are followers of firm order. No matter how different people are in the world, this cannot be denied. They are as indifferent as the heretics.
This is the reason why Brando will never go with everything, but he can accept the inheritance of the dark dragon. For the same reason, he didn't mind Barbasha's help—as long as it didn't cause him trouble.
He pondered for a moment: "Barbasa, you said that the Kingdom of Winter has responded to the promise. You didn't complete the previous dark canopy alone, right?"
"Master, there are a few sisters accompanying me," Barbasha replied.
The same dry faces suddenly appeared in Brando's mind. Because of the magic of the dark, the witch likes to live in seclusion in the wild. A small kingdom on the border of civilization like Eluin is simply their paradise, at least for witches like Barbasa, he knows more than that in Eluin.
In fact, Roman's aunt, Aunt Jenny, is a typical example. "How strong are they?"
"Basically the same as me, Master." Brando raised his head, looking sharply at Barbasha. "Barbasa, you said that the Kingdom of Winter must respond to the promise of the Witch King to the Dark Dragon. You are not the only one of you, Bunosong, the Kingdom of Witches?"
"Of course not, they are limited to their own constraints and can't come. Master, please don't doubt our loyalty." Barbasha looked submissive, but hesitated.
Brando understood everything. He had known that the twelve branches of witches were scattered on the ground, and he probably wouldn't agree with each other's opinions. Although he is the inheritance of the dark dragon, he is not necessarily the only one in the inheritance of the dark dragon. Barbasa's approach to him is obviously a long-term investment.
This old witch is quite shrewd, but Brando really looks down on the several silver-tier witches at present, and he can't help but feel a little disappointed. "Barbasa, don't you think you can help me with this little strength?"
"Of course not," Barbasa said quickly: "But Lord Lord, the power of a witch has always been more important than wisdom. The difficulties that power cannot solve can be easily solved by the use of wisdom."
In the next two sentences, Brando and Barbasha had no use of whispering magic, and Earl Odin immediately opened his mouth after listening: "In this case, old witch, what kind of wisdom have you brought us?" He The tone is not polite, because the witch is simply synonymous with conspiracy, cunning and deceit among the people.
"Lord Lord, we can take you through this area and avoid the surveillance of the harpy." Barbasa replied.
"Really?" Brando's eyes lit up slightly and asked carefully. "You said you can take us through this area without being spotted by Qiao Gendigang's army?"
"Exactly."
"Whether it's heading south or north?" Brando asked.
"Mr. Brando, what do you want to do?" Princess Griffith was horrified. She turned her head and looked at Brando with widened silver eyes. As if to meet him again, he looked surprised.
"Exactly... Exactly." There seemed to be more wrinkles on Baba's face. She was thinking about something, but she didn't lie.
"Barbasa, how many people can you guarantee to cross this blockade without being discovered?" Brando ignored the others, and the line in his heart was becoming clearer and clearer.
"No more than twenty people."
"I understand," Brando nodded: "Your Royal Highness, the anchor key you gave me can be used to determine the anchor point for Eruin's First Royal Fleet, right? How much magic is needed to activate it."
"Mr. Brando..."
Griffin looked at him and whispered: "It's too risky..."
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