The Huidong Clock Tower is located on the heights of Fattan City. The buildings of the 12th generation of the Empire are full of religious solemn styles unique to that era. Looking out from the narrow window on the side of the clock tower, you can see the seaside of Fax The scenery, the emerald blue sea level is level with the sky, and the long cape and lighthouse go deep into the sea. Uta chose this place for his temporary office because it overlooks the city and the surrounding area, but Metisa always feels that she prefers the narrow space here to bring her a sense of security. It is said that she is led by the firs. The room is such a small house, it looks like a fortress from the outside.
There are a lot of inconveniences in working in such a place, but Medissa has always been resigned and submissive, so she agreed. The daughter of the Duke of Vieiro, Oni, had a slight criticism, but she did not insist on objecting. At the moment when the sun was born, thin light spilled into the room, and the long shadow extended along the corner of the table, embellishing the decorative crystal on the table top to be dazzling. Metis frowned slightly, reaching out and moving it aside. The crystal was slightly transparent in the sun. A faint shadow of burnt yellow was cast on the stack of sheepskins on the table.
This is a letterhead with cipher text on it. This ancient language has been passed down from generation to generation by the silver elves, and is currently used by Professor Medissa and only used by the White Lion Guard.
Eunice Vieiro and Marjorie stood behind, waiting for the fairy princess to read the letter paper. For a moment, Metisa sighed and put down the letter paper. The sun made a silhouette for her, on her side. , Longyan wooden window lattices are used as the frame of the port scenery, and they are contained in it, but Fattan has long been forbidden to the port, and the waves in the bay are as smooth as a mirror. "What's the matter, Miss Medissa?" Euni asked for a while. She thought that according to the usual beginning, Medissa would always speak, but this time the elf princess fell into a disturbing silence.
Medissa put down her letterhead and shook her head. "There is no news. The White Legion is still standing still. I let the scouts approach in the direction of Livia Valley and Golden Needle Forest. The other side is still silent. This silence makes me uneasy."
"What about the mountain people?" In the corner of the house, Delphine was sitting on a wheelchair. The place where she was was completely dark, leaving only a calm eye shining in the darkness. Ms. Yinlong stood behind her. Since Misril rescued this little human girl, she has appreciated her mind more and more, and she often waits by her side in the name of observing patients. Delphine is grateful for the former's life-saving Well, there was no objection.
"This is exactly what I worry about." Medissa gently folded the paper and handed it to the two behind him, and then passed it to Misril by Ouni and Marjorie, and finally fell into Delphine's hands. superior. The prime minister's daughter pinched the sheepskin with her thumb and forefinger, and said nothing. The scar on her face looked like a knife carved with bright and dark, and the words on the paper showed golden lines like words:
Mountain people, there is no change—
"The Legion of White, the mountain people of Varach, this is the force Constance can use in the Metz area. Now they are not moving. What is it strange?" The Duke's daughter is full of troubles between her eyebrows and temples, just like her Complaining tone.
"Does Her Majesty still intend to target Ludwig first?" Marjorie asked tentatively.
"It's absolutely impossible," Delphine interrupted him categorically. Her gaze fell on the fluttering sheet of sheepskin again, and she hesitated silently, and then said: "Perhaps she is waiting for the opportunity."
"Waiting for what time?" Ouni asked rhetorically.
"It's possible," Medissa rubbed her forehead, thought for a moment, and explained: "I also think Miss Delphine's guess is correct. The eldest son of the prince is in Port Fattan. If he does not die for a day, he will become The northern aristocracy’s pillar of faith in the temple’s remnants broke through the Fattan, and the predicament in the north was solved. Duke Weina wrote many times to ask us to go to the Prancing Horse City in the Favo Forest. It is also because of this that Constance will not fail to see it. At this point, Lord Lord is not willing to move, but also wants to open the battlefield in Fatan—"
"But Fatan is not a good battlefield. Although the east is a long and narrow mountain road, the northwest has a flat and open terrain. The hills are also good for hiding troops, easy to attack and difficult to defend." Marjorie was quite opposed to this plan. This is not the first time he has questioned.
Delphine was quite disdainful. "Your lord has already arranged a plan. What we have to do is how to implement this plan to the best, not whether the plan is feasible." She sneered, "I have limited time. I came here to hear what Miss Medissa has. Constructive ideas, as for others, please consciously shut up."
Marjorie's face was rather ugly, but he didn't want to argue with a woman. He glanced at the ugly monster coldly and stopped talking. Delphine's words angered Ouni who was aside, and the eldest daughter of the Duke sneered: "This Lord Lord's call is really catchy."
Seeing the prime minister's daughter's instincts revealed, Medissa was somewhat helpless. "Okay, don't make any noise," she softly interrupted Delphine's words, knowing that if the woman continues to use her tongue, the scene will be out of control, just like the previous few times, "Back to the topic, you still Any other ideas?"
When Delphine saw Medissa had spoken, he did not fight back, but did not speak easily. The silver dragon lady Misriel behind her suddenly said: "Are they waiting for the Evergreen aisle? Army?"
Qiao Gendigang's army and lion people.
Except for Delphine, the eyes of several people shone slightly, but the gleam of light in Medissa's eyes quickly dimmed. She shook her head and said: "The dukes' armies are also gathering, and time is a matter of seconds for Constance-if she doesn't want to drag this civil war for several years. Lord Lord thinks so too, he knows that woman is absolutely perfect. It is impossible to wait for several years. She will definitely seize this opportunity. How could it be possible to wait for Qiao Gendigang's army and Lions to arrive on the battlefield?"
"She must have something else," Delphine replied with certainty: "That's why we can feel confident. We have to find a way to make that woman show her tail."
"Do you have a good way?" Ouni said violently.
The eyes of the prime minister's daughter glowed, as if a female leopard on a hunt was showing its claws. "It's very simple. The commander-in-chief of Constance is standing still, indicating that the best time for them has not yet come. We should not give them this opportunity, let this time never come-we take the initiative to attack Oveshin, Li Wia Valley and Golden Needle Forest."
"You are crazy!" The Duke's daughter was startled.
Marjorie was also taken aback, but the professional non-commissioned officer quickly reacted, showing a thoughtful look.
Metisa was startled slightly, bending and tapping the smooth jade tip of her chin gently. "This plan seems to have a certain degree of feasibility," she said deliberately: "As long as the details are modified a little..."
Seeing that these three people seemed to be serious, Ouni couldn't help but hesitate to say: "Do you need to inform Lord Earl?"
"Of course," the elf princess was once again the commander of the Guards in the Thousand Army at this moment, and immediately made a decision: "You still need to inform Youta, without her warrant, you can't transfer the White Lion Guard." She seemed to have discovered only then. Without a person, I couldn't help asking: "By the way, where's Ms. Yuta?"
"... She seems to have gone on patrol herself, because she is worried that the intelligence is wrong."
Medissa smiled bitterly and shook her head. "This lady..."
…
The valley of the Golden Needles is like a sea of shade and gray, and the tall shining silver trees are like soldiers draped in gray. The snow-white trunks stand upright, and their branches twist and rise. After the midsummer, the forest is full of autumn, and there is a thick layer of gray leaves on the ground. Several knights galloped to the side of an ancient tree. They were all fully clothed and fully armed. A white lion with gleaming fur on the shoulder armor. She rushed down, revealing a coveted and charming face. She swept the tree trunk like emerald eyes, raised her spear and pointed at one of them and asked, "What is this?"
Where she pointed at the point of her gun, sharp weapon cuts criss-crossed the tree trunk, weirdly winding, as if it was creeping back to life, which was unpleasant.
"This is a secret note left by the mountain people, my lord," one of the knights took a look at the tree, and replied angrily: "The survivors of Varach have used this secret note to convey messages for thousands of years. Only they Know what this means."
Uta looked around. The forest was silent like a ghost. The cold wind swept across the treetops, and then whispered through the forest. She was not afraid, raising her spear and drawing a circle around her body: "This place was formerly owned by mountain people. Site?"
"Here, there is also the northern part of the Golden Needle Forest, including the Livia Valley." The knight replied respectfully: "The mountain people have been hiding here for thousands of years. It is precisely because they are in the north that the White Legion dare to do so. Recklessly garrison troops in Oveshin’s death place surrounded by valleys on three sides, but with this forest, Oveshin is the most important strategic location in the south of Khomekhin."
"Then where are they now?"
The knight got stuck. "This..." He hesitated: "Some people saw them go north. The local hunters said that as early as a week ago, the mountain people here began to migrate in large numbers, and the forest is now empty."
Uta turned his head, the emerald green eyes flashed with dissatisfaction with the answer. "Why are they going to the north?" She asked in return: "The mountains of Varachi are the homeland of mountain people's dreams. Why did they leave this land after acquiring this land? Mel, you are also mountains. Min, will you leave your homeland? I know the mountain people very well, because the blood of the mountain people is also flowing in my body, and they will never leave their hometown easily."
She frowned anxiously: "There must be some conspiracy hidden in it. The point is, where did they go?"
The knight murmured, "... They went on a pilgrimage, and Rachel appeared in Voend."
'Rachi' is the saint of the mountain people. The legend about him has been passed down from generation to generation by the mountain people. It is said that he brought the mountain people out of the predicament from the evil god Tadisan in today's Volaka. The howl of the wind still passes his name, and occasionally the woods whisper about this past legend. Valachi, in the language of the mountain people, means the hometown of the saint, so it is regarded as a sacred land by the mountain people.
Uta gave a light sip. "That woman who pretends to be a fool," she was talking about Constance, her words full of disdain. "When did the Dark Dragon become the saint of the mountain people? Although the Miner people have ruled the mountain people for a while, they did not live better than they are now."
The knight shook his head: "I don't know this well, my lord." He looked forward, and the shadows of the trees overlapped, making his heart uneasy. He hesitated and said, "Do you want to move on?"
The female knight held up a finger, and the bloodless whiteness suddenly struck her face. "Hush—" Uta replied somewhat solemnly, "Did you hear any noise?"
The forest was whispering, footsteps rustling like insects spreading on the ground.
…
Bai's words finally worked wonders.
There was a moment of silence in the underground rotunda, a beam of light sprinkled on the top of the dome, bright spots of light fluttered, dust up and down, light and dark interlaced, Lorisen’s undead was like a stone statue, only the fire of the soul in the rib cavity was burning. . A stone rolled down from the broken pillar with a silent echo, and Gululu rolled to Bai Jia's feet, and the female knight bent down and picked it up.
Brando turned his head back now, and he looked condescendingly at the white, his dark brown eyes narrowed deeply. "Before negotiating the terms, get things out first."
The white complexion changed. "what?"
"You know."
Bai changed his face several times, and finally nodded hesitantly. "Take it!" She took out a gem with a sparkle of light and agate shape from her arms and threw it to Brando. Brando stretched out her hand and held it firmly in her hand. It was cold at first, but there was something inside. The feeling of warmth. There is no doubt that this gem is the very precious thing in the previous life-the rule fragment.
"Count you acquaintance," Brando replied, "I can say it now."
"What do you want to hear?"
"all."
"But the key is the deal between Her Majesty the Queen and that one—"
Bai's face gradually became gloomy. "If I tell you everything, what else do I have? Humans, this is not a way to talk about trading."
Brando grinned, if he was not familiar with this woman, perhaps he was really fooled. He shook his head, and didn't mind saying, "If you really think so, Ms. Tiamas," he said, his voice stretched out: "Mr. Crot—"
"Enough—" Bai was almost roaring, the deceased had no power to breathe, but her chest rose and fell sharply, as if she was reminiscing about her instinct during her lifetime: "The key to the deal lies in your hands."
Brando glanced at the rule fragment in his hand. "In my hands? Of course I know that in my hands, but what benefits can Constance get from it?" He was surprised: "I don't think that the silver queen is a philanthropist who only asks for something but nothing in return. "
"You are wrong," Bai sneered. "You should ask, what benefits Madara can get from it."
Brando opened his hands, and the agate-shaped gemstone gleamed in the center of his palm, and the soft light shone, making his cheeks pale. But he immediately retracted his hand and frowned, realizing that the problem might not be that simple. "What do you mean by this sentence?" He asked, "Don't sell it anymore. You should know that my patience is limited."
"There are several places in Baishan where the sun never rises. A new order is formed there, and the undead can get the greatest strengthening on that piece of land."
"The Land of the Dead Moon." A voice buzzed in Brando's mind, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.