"The land of the saint's remains?"
Legend has it that in the age of sages, the ancestors opened up a shelter in the valley. There are statues of ancient kings in Taniguchi. All dark creatures trying to enter will attract lightning strikes—even within a kilometer of the valley, the dark forces will be destroyed. Suppress to a minimum.
Then in the dark and turbulent era, humans, elves, and dwarves walked out of the sanctuary, led by the azure knight, and defeated the twilight dragon "disaster", and only then began the year of chaos.
"It is the legacy of the saint, the valley of the king's guardian, and the princess," Overwell replied.
"Can he find that kind of place?" The black tea has already been changed, but the princess still didn't put his mind on it. Even the white porcelain tea cup with golden silk rim she likes was left out, but her slender fingers picked up the silver spoon and fiddled with it intentionally or unintentionally.
"The young man should have known in advance, but he doesn't know the general position." Asfwell replied.
"But his way of finding his way is somewhat ingenious. Your Royal Highness, you should have heard that the witch king of Brunozon inherits the power of fate and stars from generation to generation, and the great wizards of Buja in the towers also believe that there are stars and stars. The power of life comes from the blind goddess Elaine."
"I thought it was a story that should only exist in mythology."
"Not necessarily so."
"Can I keep listening?"
"But your Royal Highness, Sir Panosson, your court teacher, should be waiting for you."
The girl smiled and said slyly: "It's late, Master Fwell. So please go on, I want to hear how they spend the night."
Overwell smiled, expecting that, so he continued: "Then our story will start from a legend, about a king and a white stag."
…
The sky was completely dark, and the wind swept across layers of clouds after nightfall, causing the rolling fir forest to make a rustling sound like sea waves.
Freya stared at the dark sky with a worried look, and her hair was chaotically blown by the wind. The girl clutched the hand of her best companion with one hand, and couldn't help but whispered: "Does Brando really have I'm not sure. What is the place of the saint's remains, but even the locals like Reto and Uncle Mano have never heard of such a place—"
"Reassure, Brando is the most okay." The merchant lady answered naturally, looking at the stars behind the clouds.
"You haven't even thought about it."
"It wasn't necessary at all."
Freya couldn't help being angry when talking to this woman with a blank brain, and she immediately realized that her nervousness seemed to fade a lot. She couldn't help thinking that it seemed that Romain and Brando had some of the same qualities, which could make people feel at ease.
But Brando is calm and self-confident, Roman is carefree, and the ponytail girl suddenly feels that she doesn't know what to do when she encounters difficulties without them by her side.
But at this time, the refugees suddenly exclaimed. Freya and Roman turned their heads together, and could not believe that a beautiful and suffocating creature appeared in the center of the camp—it was a transparent white stag—its body showed such elegance and nobility. The creature has the most perfect proportions, with slender limbs, a strong body, and the long horns on the head are as sharp as sword blades.
This shouldn't seem to be a creature that should exist in the world. It jumped up and stood on a rock, surrounded by light spots flying up and down like fireflies.
Not only them, but Rayto, Mano, and Bartom all stood up at the same moment. And Brando was holding the stag pedestal further away, standing with the alchemist Tamar, watching the stag jumping on the rock between several vertical jumps, nodding to them, and then further away. Run away.
"The finished product is a bit flawed, but after all the conditions are limited, it is very rare to be able to do this step." Brando said. He was very satisfied with his first alchemy product.
Both Shire and Tamar expressed the same opinion, but the young wizard still asked: "Lord, how authentic do you think the king guards the valley?"
"Do you know that thing?" Brando was taken aback.
"Of course, ancient knowledge is a compulsory course for wizards, and many schools of magic originated in the age of sages."
"I can guarantee the authenticity, but the valley is in the mist and the location is uncertain. I can only hope that Goddess Elaine can do a little bit this evening, so that my baby Kako can find his way soon."
Brando said, of course, that the place of the saint’s remains is also very famous in the game. Countless people have been there, and more people speculate that there may be a huge secret hidden in it-but no one has ever seen it. He has been there too, but what he found is only the same as others.
That was not found—
"Brilliant?" Tamar asked.
"It's just to see if the goddess Elaine does not take care of us." Brando replied.
"What happens if you don't care?" Charles looked back.
Brando did not answer this time. At least three to six thousand skeletons and zombies were trailing behind. There were also elite troops of'dead maggots' and Kabais in front of them, as well as ghosts cruising in the mountains and forests. It's not sure how bad it is.
He saw the white stag in front aroused cheers among the refugees, and then ran far to the other end of the valley to stop. Brando knew that this night's adventure had begun—
He checked the time, eleven o'clock.
So he ordered the refugees to pull out the camp and move forward. The self-defense regiment with spears was parallel to the refugees. Two dark dragons walked out along the valley. There was the brilliance of the stars and the moon, so no torches were needed.
Finally, there were more than fifty riders after the break. Brando and Charles turned on their horses and then drew their swords. The spine of the thorn of light was a faint color-proving that there were no undead nearby.
"Let them follow the white deer, it will bring us luck!" Brando held the sword in his hand, turned his horse's head and said to all his knights.
Mano rode up immediately, behind him and asked loudly, "My lord, what valley can we really get ahead of the Madara army?"
"certainly."
"I'm not suspicious of you, my lord, it's just that it sounds a bit weird."
"It's true, but at this time you just need to believe me. I won't make fun of you with my life—"
"What about the undead army in front? From here to the north, there are at least three Madara's columns wandering in the mountains. Some of them come from the pinnacle valley, and some come from the side of the deer hunting forest. I suspect that they are the white knights. And the advance force of the'Ghouls'." A non-commissioned officer from the Whitemane Swordsman regiment asked-Brando recognized him, and Luc Besson called this man Voltaron.
He fought this man once in Ridenberg, and he remembered that he used a sword to blow this guy into flight. Of course, it may be that he remembered it wrong, perhaps it was the other two. The situation at the time was really chaotic.
And this non-commissioned officer seemed to have a deep prejudice against him. Although he was completely convinced in swordsmanship, he always stood up and sang the opposite scene with him when proposing tactics.
"What's more, we still have the'dead maggot' Margus' chasing soldiers behind us." The non-commissioned officer continued: "Clash with them, and we will be dead."
Brando looked at him. He did need an officer from the Whitemane Swordsman regiment to restrain the soldiers from that part of his hand, so he was not angry, but replied: "They will always have loopholes. "
"What loophole?" Voltalon asked while holding the rein.
Brando certainly wouldn't expose the gargoyle's secrets to him. Although some of them knew he had control over the monster, they didn't know what he could do with it.
"We go around behind the'dead maggots', and they will pass here in at most half an hour." He thought for a while and said on a whim.
Everyone was silent, even those mercenaries who had already begun to convince him couldn't help but wonder if this guy was crazy.
But Reto said: "A good way, if you can seize the opportunity."
Brando turned his head and looked at this guy in surprise. This is not an ordinary courage. He has only done this once in the game-through the gap of the opponent's blockade, it may be defeated by one or two. A squadron, and then sneak behind another squadron to follow forward-this is not impossible, but it requires great confidence in the battle situation, and also to be able to contain the enemy's "eyes".
Even if Brando had this certainty, he just said it, but he didn't expect Reto to see the opportunity in it, and even dared to make a desperate move.
Everyone was stunned again. But this time it was Mano's turn to speak, and the guy finally reacted and said: "Okay, in that case, I'll take a gamble too—"
But with one or two thousand refugees playing interspersed behind enemy lines
Except for Mano, Reto, and Brando, everyone else, including Freya, thought the three of them were crazy. But Brando was very calm. He looked at the gargoyle in the sky, and of course he knew what his greatest reliance was.
…
"Dead Maggot" Margus has understood since this morning that there is another group of refugees in the direction of Yinqueshan. They fled in before dawn and killed his group of skeletal cavalry.
But it didn’t pay much attention at the beginning. After all, most of the refugees fled into the deer-hunting hills in a scattered way, compared to the group of refugees with the Whitemane Swordsman in the Sharp Rock Valley. The core of Kabais' actions on this day.
Humans are really vulnerable.
From its point of view, the battle is as easy as expected. The Whitemane Legion, known as the regular Legion of Eruin, can be as vulnerable to a single blow in front of the Madara army. The end-of-the-line chase throughout the day and the final perfect fatal blow, Before the sun sets, the whole battle is over.
Although the advance force was attrition severely, it was nothing more than cannon fodder. The ghouls and the skeleton cavalry of Kabais hardly suffered any loss.
In comparison, it was the battle last night that made him heartache. It takes a long time to accumulate more than forty skeleton cavalry.
Margus turned his attention to this refugee team. The death order given to them by Master Targus was to block the Sharpstone River Valley, and every troop involved in this battle dared not take it carelessly.
But he immediately noticed an unusual breath.
The opponent seemed to be very proficient in how to evade the detection of the bone vultures of his necromancers. In the whole day, they only captured the team a few times, but in the end they lost their traces.
This is not a good sign.
Under the dim soul fire, Margus spread out the sheepskin map and drew a few circles within the range of Yinqueshan—