From the desolate desert to the east, across the boundless Gobi, into the fortress surrounded by mountains.
A young man in tattered armor was walking alone. He had just finished a battle and dealt with an Ogre that was wandering nearby. At this moment, he was wiping the blood on his sword, then he put his sword back into the scabbard and walked toward the fortress surrounded by mountains. The fortress was built halfway up the mountain. It was undoubtedly very time-consuming to build at such a height and in such an environment. This place seemed to have a very long history. Just by looking at it, one could feel the vicissitudes of the fortress.
There were some black marks on the walls, which were the blood that seeped into the rocks and finally became what it was now.
The young man took a deep breath and then slowly stepped into the fortress. No one seemed to be surprised by his arrival, and no one stopped him from entering. He walked all the way to the center of the fortress. There were six marble pillars in the hall, and there were almost no other decorations. There were some relief paintings on the walls, and it looked quite empty. At the front of the long table sat a rather burly man. He had a standard square face, a strong heroic spirit, clean short hair, thick eyebrows, and a rather sharp gaze.
The man was wearing heavy armor and had a two-handed heavy sword on his knees. When he heard the footsteps of others, he could not help but raise his head slightly and put down the quill in his hand. In front of him were piles of scrolls, which were almost a meter thick. Many of them had been flipped through and put aside. It seemed that he had been sitting here for a long time. Next to him was the food he had eaten at noon, which was just very simple bread and soup.
"You're here."
The burly man stood up. He was probably more than two meters tall, much taller than the young man in front of him. He put down the quill pen in his hand and also put down the book in his hand. His sharp and heroic eyes stared at the young man in front of him. Time did not leave too many traces on his face, but his chiseled and resolute face still made others feel the traces of time he had experienced. This was a profession above legendary. Powerful strength had transformed his bloodline, and his lifespan was much longer than ordinary people.
The young man knelt down on one knee and humbly lowered his head. He held the top of the sword hilt and said in a deep voice: "Your Excellency Judge! … … "
The burly man didn't answer. He just quietly looked at the young man in front of him.
After a while, he slowly walked down and came to the front of this former Saint Samurai. He pulled out his sword and placed it on his shoulder. He said in a deep voice, "Since you have the qualifications to come to me, it proves that you have passed all the previous tests! I don't know what you've been through, what you've seen, or what you've understood. None of this is important to me. The important thing is that from today onwards, you have to learn to look at the world from a different perspective! "
"Now."
"I want to teach you your first lesson!"
The tall and sturdy man picked up a heavy book and handed it to the young man in front of him, saying in a sonorous voice, "Justice! Either by force or by law! … "
"From today onwards, you will follow me and learn all the laws of the continent! … Once you've learned all the laws, I'll teach you how to use force to seek justice! … Young people! You have to remember that force is always the last resort! … You have to learn to use your wisdom before using force. The law is also our most effective weapon, even if we have to use force to maintain the law in the end! … "
Judge.
A former Saint Samurai who was almost forgotten by history. Many people had completely forgotten this legendary Saint Samurai. However, if Søren were present, he would recognize that the tall and sturdy man in front of him was a more powerful and special existence than the Silver Hand. Not many people still remembered his past, but Søren knew that he was one of the few legendary professions in the world who had the ability to fight against powerful gods. He was also the only Saint Samurai who dared to draw his sword against the [God of Light]!
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The City of Wealth.
In a dark basement, a woman with a grimace mask frowned and shouted coldly at the others below, "What? The lucky gold coins were stolen? You bunch of useless trash! Hurry up and get them back for me! "
The angry voice was like a cold wind blowing, making the others below tremble. One of the men couldn't help but muster up his courage and whisper, "Your Excellency, please calm down! … According to the prophecy, we must gather all twelve lucky gold coins to unlock the secret of that place! … We still have time. We must have time to get the lucky gold coins back! … "
The woman with the grimace mask looked at him coldly and said slowly, "I'll give you half a year. If you can't get the lucky gold coins back after half a year, then you can talk to His Excellency the Saint in person."
Lucky gold coins.
A legendary special item that was said to bring good luck to people.
There were a total of twelve lucky gold coins. The front was engraved with the oldest goddess of luck, not the current goddess of luck. The back was engraved with twelve astrological signs, representing different meanings. There were very few records about the lucky gold coins. It was only known that they could bring good luck. However, there was also a special legend. It was said that after gathering all twelve lucky gold coins, one could find the thirteenth gold coin that represented misfortune and bad luck.
This was a very ancient artifact!
It could even be used to curse the gods. It was an artifact made by the goddess of luck for self-protection.
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The Outer Islands.
Søren didn't have much joy on his face for the appearance of the drow warrior.
Because the other party arrived much later than he expected. According to his original plan, the drows should have arrived before he set off for the Outer Islands, instead of waiting until he had set up a camp in the Outer Islands. A team of drow warriors appeared in the distance. Although their equipment was a bit shabby, their momentum was very strong. There were only thirty-one drows, but their neat pace and cold eyes were more shocking than hundreds of pirates.
These drow warriors were easy to associate with the elven army in The Lord of the Rings. Among the warriors of many races, the discipline of the elves was the best, and among all the elves, the rule of the drow army was the most cruel and ruthless. The training time of an elven warrior was quite long, far more time-consuming than that of warriors of other races. So in terms of quality in all aspects, the elven army was one of the best. As for the drow warriors, they were even stricter. The training they received was far more than that of other races.
All of them were professions above grade 3!
Søren just glanced at the drow warriors in front of him and inferred their abilities. Almost all of them had the combat power of a pirate leader. This kind of combat power could be a patrol captain in a city on the surface, but in the Underdark, they could only be a more elite patrol guard. They were not even qualified to apply to be a petrified lizard knight. It seemed that their race had weakened a lot. Søren couldn't see many grade 4 drow warriors among them.
The strict standard for a drow warrior in the Underdark was a profession level of 15.
"Your Excellency."
The leader of the drow warriors seemed to intend to show his strength. After stopping, he turned around. The drow warriors behind him also turned around neatly at the same time. There was no movement during this period. Everyone seemed to be one. This might seem very shocking and oppressive to the pirates, but Soran was used to it. In his previous life, the discipline of military parades was child's play. Perhaps their fighting power was not as good as these drow warriors, but in terms of formation, he had seen more shocking things.
Søren nodded indifferently and said slowly, "The others stay outside. You come in with me."
"I have something to talk to you about!"
These drow warriors came at the right time. Søren just needed such a group of thugs.
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(PS: I'm a little slow today. I can only write two chapters.)
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