It is the breath of the turn of summer and autumn. The golden needle valley has silver shavings, eagle tails, and welcoming autumn all over the woodland. After noon, the sun is shining, passing through the forest canopy like a golden curtain, but under this magnificent and enchanting beauty, it derives Twist unclean things. An army of white bones walked through the forest. These pale bones were dug out of the soil. They moved slowly. Every step they took made their rusty ring armor rattle. They wore black swords on their waists. In the scabbard, as the snow-white hip bones swing back and forth, they constantly hit the metal buckle, making strange and uniform sounds. These sounds rustle together, like a wave, sweeping the valley.
Looking around, the densely packed black flat-topped iron helmets and the beating phosphorous flames are endless, like a gray and white ocean. The sea water poured in from the east of the valley, and gradually overflowed the valley, pervasively, swallowing all living beings. Wherever they passed, the white bark of the shining silver tree gradually withered, and even the leaves were curled and withered, as if they had been drawn from the vitality.
A small group of human knights hung from a distance. The knights were fully armed with armors, wing helmets on their heads, and armed with spears. These huge Yalongs are also fully draped. Not only do they wear a face helmet with metal horns on their heads, but they also wear a thick cotton armor that can only be installed in wartime. The cotton armor is one inch thick and has a lining. Layered metal rings and rivets are even more protective than ordinary armor. Most of the belts are decorated ornately decorated. They hang down to the recurved knees of the dragon, and are printed with a huge white dragon head emblem.
The relationship between these heavy cavalry and this army of undead looks extremely special. The resurrection bones all over the mountains regard them as nothing, and they don't seem to intend to get too close to these products of distorted nature. The two are far apart and have their own ways.
At the other end of the valley, Uta and her knights put their horses down, hid in a depression, and headed out to get a clear view of the scene. The head of the mercenary was serious, with a cold light in her emerald eyes. It was not that she had never seen the sight before her eyes. In Chablis and Tonigel, she had seen the march of the undead army, covering the mountains and plains. The sky obscures the sun. She put a hand on the neck of her horse, and while gently stroking the elegant creature to calm it down, she turned her head and asked the others: "Is that a knight of the White Legion?"
"It looks like it should be the White Dragon Knight." Mel replied. He had already lifted his visor to reveal a young man's face-Brando's white lion guards are generally young, and the northern one. Compared to the old lion, it is almost entirely a new army.
Uta grabbed a handful of soil and rubbed it through the gloves with chain mail. She put her hand to her nose, and a strong smell of vegetation came to her nose. This land is full of vitality. It is definitely not a land that is soaked by negative magic. These undead were not evoked from the local area, but where did they come from? The most important thing is why they appear here, together with the White Dragon Knights of the Cruz people.
"Cru, are you a wizard? You and Lord Shire have been learning for so long, so you should have grown a little bit." Uta looked at another young man. The young man wore a cotton armor, which looked like a coat, except that the surface was pierced with diamond-shaped bulges with cotton thread. He raised the collar high, wearing a thick felt hat, blushing, and muttering helplessly. "I am a law wizard, Lord Yuta, and I have never studied black magic. You want me to explain to you the principles of psychic spells. I can explain it to you, but what do you want me to say? , I am not the roundworm in the belly of those Cruz people, how do I know what they are going to do here? But in my opinion, it's probably nothing good."
"You have to dare to learn black magic, without the Lord Lord, I will kill you first." Uta replied.
The young man shrank his neck in fright. He looked over there as if thinking of something. "But it's not that I haven't noticed anything. Those knights hanging behind don't seem to be watching these bone shelves, but they seem to be protecting someone," he said to himself, "I think it's true, the skeleton of the Undead Spellmaster. There is no need to monitor, it will naturally take orders from the messenger."
"You mean that the one who makes these bones, is among those knights?" Uta interrupted his long talk, grasping the key point and asked.
"It's not necessarily... Your lord, you know, in the establishment of Madara, the corpse witches are generally used to control the low-level undead without wisdom. A middle-level corpse witch can only order a dozen skeleton warriors. So Ma Dara’s undead army is not as endless as the outsiders say. It is actually controlled by the number of high-level corpses in the army, but they are indeed very powerful. One is that the undead army is not affected by morale. The corpse witches command the skeletons and zombies like arms. They act like knight officers in our human army, but they do better than us."
"Speaking of the point—" Uta interrupted him again.
"... I mean, there are at least thousands of undead armies here. In Madara, at least one corpse of corpses is needed to control them. The knights seem to be unable to protect so many people. Of course, there is another possibility, that is, someone Controlled so many undead with one undead treasure, or that there is a high-level undead lord in the group of knights who personally controls this army."
The female knight waved her hand: "The high-level undead lords still need the protection of these knights? Don’t think I haven’t seen the undead lords. There must be an undead treasure in it. Where did these Cruz people get such a ghost thing, that queen? Your Majesty is actually with the undead?"
Several young knights cautiously did not answer. Uta became accustomed not to take His Majesty the Emperor of the Cruz people seriously in the subtle influence of Brando and others. The imperial dynasty of Vaughan has continued for thousands of years, and the majesty of the royal family has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Not to mention the royal family, it is a noble lord who sees them above all. His Majesty, the Emperor of the Cruz people, how can people like them make irresponsible remarks? Therefore, they can only regard the nonsense of the female mercenary leader as turning a blind eye to hearing.
Uta didn't care, her eyes pierced through a few shaking dandelions and stared at the direction of the valley, and the light flashing in her eyes flowed several times. "They don't seem to be going to Fatan, this direction is going to the north—"
"It's the same as those mountain people." Mel added.
"Crewe," she asked suddenly: "I ask you one thing, you say if we go in and take the undead treasure, can we control this army."
There was silence in the depression.
Uta couldn't help but frowned and turned back, looking at several entourages: "What's the matter with you, dumb?"
The young people were not dumb, but were taken aback by her whimsical thoughts. "My lord, if you want me to tell the truth, I don't think this idea is very good," Crewe said with a pale face, "not to mention whether we can control this undead army, all the white dragon knights are all of the golden rank. Experts, it’s difficult to say whether we can beat them. Well, this is actually a euphemism. I think there is no chance of winning at all."
Uta gave him an angry look: "As timid as a mouse, you also deserve to be called a knight?"
"I am a wizard." Crewe replied aggrievedly.
"You are the most proud student of Lord Charles."
"But the teacher also said that as a wizard, the first priority on the battlefield is to protect yourself."
"Enough, I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore, shut up—"
The young man had to shrink his neck and said nothing. As an honorary student who graduated from the Royal Knights Academy and Freya in the first term, Meier seriously considered the feasibility of this plan. Although he is a mountain citizen, he is a rare noble from a mountain citizen. His father is Wei The vassals of Grand Duke Eero are quite distinguished. He is not the eldest son, so he was sent to the royal family to become a knight. But he still shook his head and replied, "It's too risky, my lord, do you have any other arrangements?"
Yuta glanced at that side: "These undead are absolutely weird. It's not normal for Cruz and undead to look together when they are together. As scouts, how can we watch them slip under our noses without responding? "
She waved her hand to interrupt what the young knight was about to say. "Don't worry, I'm not so reckless. When I was the head of the mercenary, you guys were still breastfeeding in the arms of the nurse—"
"My lord, I was your subordinate when you were the leader..." Crewe said weakly.
But the head of the female mercenary directly ignored him, and she continued: "We can't, but we still have reinforcements." Then, she took out a light blue crystal, and the hollow part of the crystal was suspended. A rune suddenly lit up, and Uta whispered to it: "Lord Lord, I am Uta, and my subordinates and I are in the Valley of the Golden Needles—"
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In the dark underground, a tapered magic circle in the rotunda is gradually taking shape. The center of the circle just surrounds the gravel pile, and the sunlight shoots down from the pores in the dome, just covering the circle.
Brando silently watched Bai set up the magic circle not far away, while putting down the slightly shining crystal in his hand, the light blue luster on the crystal gradually dimmed. "It's the news from Uta." He whispered to Bai Jia behind him: "That woman didn't lie to us. The Cruz people have already moved. She found an army of undead moving north in the Golden Needle Valley— "
Bai Jia retracted his gaze from the direction where Bai was, and his dark eyes glowed with gloom in the dark environment. With her magic skills, she can tell that Bai’s arrangement is a typical formation spell, and it is related to psychic magic. She is not very worried about Bai’s hands and feet in this formation, so she retracted her mind and said: "It disappeared a few weeks ago. The mountain people and this army of undead are going to the border of Mehhothoven. They want to trap us to death in Fatan. They should only wait for nothing. As long as Fattan falls into eternal darkness, the undead and the army of white will Go out."
"We have to speed up, but fortunately, Bai is still under our control." Brando couldn't help but secretly said fortunately. If it weren't for this accidental encounter, if Her Majesty's plan was suddenly launched, they might really have to fall into it. Caught off guard.
"Youta is in the Golden Needle Valley, not far from here, do you want to stop the undead army?" Bai Jia asked keenly.
Brando glanced at her and nodded. Right now, this undead army is very different from Madara's undead army. Madara's undead army is controlled by the corpse of corpses, an army of thousands of skeletons. Although he was not afraid, it was impossible to kill him. Even if the corpse witches lined up to let him kill, he would have to chop him down for a long time, let alone hide them in the army of skeletons all over the mountains. However, this army of undead in East Metz was controlled by a few people with the ultimate treasure of the undead. This gave him a chance. When Uta said about the situation there, he was immediately moved.
Thinking of this, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of Lorison's undead. Although Bai helped his wife's liberation, the ghost of the knight should understand who it should be grateful for. If Bai dared to make changes, it would definitely take the first place. One shot, not to mention that before he was alive, he was originally jealous.
It was at this time that Bai finally completed her magic circle.
The black knight lady clapped her hands, raised her head and looked at Brando with a meaningful look. "I'm done. According to the agreement, I only need the blood of the Dark God, Lord Lord, you can get the slate, and more secrets between Constance and that person. If you don't mind, I'm ready to start."
Brando glanced at her lightly and nodded.
"Sir Lorison." Bai Youyang asked, her voice as hollow and hoarse as ever.
The undead knight also nodded, and the golden flames in its eye sockets were burning brightly.
Bai walked slowly to the side of the magic circle—the circle was carved on the ground with the sabers of several dead moon knights. It plunged half an inch into the ground and formed a deep groove. It looked like two opposing moons. The overlapping shape formed by the overlap, the curved lines interlaced each other, forming a thick black shadow under the brilliance-Bai raised his wrist, and he was shocked, only to remember that he was an undead. She frowned and cast her gaze to Bai Jia.
Brando naturally knew what she meant. He grabbed the senior sister who was about to step forward and replied: "I'll come."
"Thanks." Bai replied, his voice so flat that no thanks could be heard.
Brando is not worried that Bai will plot against her in this link. Bai's main job is a physics profession. Although as a silver elf with a long history, she has had contact with magic before and after her death, but she is still far behind. The white Jia of this road. He drew out the sword of the earth and cut a hole in his hand. The bright red blood overflowed like the most magnificent wine. It drips down the blade, forming a string of blood-red beads and dripping into the magic circle.
Brando calculated that he had buckled about blackjack life, and then wrapped a thick cloth to stop the bleeding. When he removed the thick cloth again, the wound had healed completely, leaving only a shallow white mark. .
Seeing this scene, Bai couldn't help but glanced at him deeply, not knowing whether it was because of his strong self-healing ability or because of the blood of his dedication, which he had accurately calculated. Brando actually did this to warn this woman that the blood sacrifice ritual in the magic circle spells, the number of blood required for each ring is fixed, whether it is exceeded or not enough, it will affect the effect of the spell. This is the top level of the eleven ring. The blood needed by the circle is almost exactly the life of a soldier's blackjack.
Seeing this hand in vain, he naturally understood that Brando also knew her magic skills and felt awe-inspiring.