Solderin pointed his short bow at the Elven girl not far away, as if he had not heard her greeting.
"You're so cold." The Elven girl had a smile on her face as usual, but this time, there was a sense of sarcasm and strangeness in her smile. "You've been calling yourself my elder and protector on our journey."
"Words won't buy you time," Solderin said calmly. The bow was already filled with the glow of arcane magic. "Who are you?"
"Me?" Berna's lips curled up slightly. "I'm just a wandering … Druil."
As the Elven girl's last syllable fell, her figure was suddenly enveloped by a mass of fluttering leaves that appeared out of nowhere!
Solderin released the bowstring in his hand without thinking. An arrow filled with arcane energy pierced through the air and split into a dozen dazzling lights in the air, covering the fluttering leaves without any blind spots. The deadly lights pierced through the leaves without any resistance, but Solderin did not let his guard down. The sense of danger made him instinctively jump up high. The moment he left the ground, countless poisonous black thorns emerged from the ground and crushed the rock he was standing on!
A strange floral fragrance filled the air, and an abnormal magic wind stirred up the surrounding trees. The leaves and branches rustled. A hoarse, distorted, and obviously disguised female voice came from all directions. "I'm curious. When did you start suspecting me?"
Solderin landed on the ground. A layer of green light spread out from his feet, hindering the growth of the poisonous thorns and the pervasive floral fragrance. He frowned as he looked at the figure that had reformed not far away. The figure still had Berna's face, but its lower body had become a strange form supported by roots and vines. The enemy's strange form made him wary. He carefully observed and said, "I didn't realize it. But just as I was about to leave the messenger hall, I suddenly realized that my mental state and judgment were not quite right. So I went to ask Master Thorny Heart about her apprenticeship records in the past two centuries. She didn't accept any new apprentices in the past two centuries!"
"I didn't expect you to get rid of the effect of the Bewildering Pollen so quickly …" The half-human, half-tree female Druil chuckled softly. The floral fragrance in the air became stronger and stronger. A large number of strange flowers were blooming under her feet, spreading the scent of the Bewildering Pollen throughout the forest. "I thought you had been with me all this time and had been under the influence of the Bewildering Pollen, so you wouldn't remember those mistakes at all …"
"You underestimated those who survived the Gondor Wasteland …" Solderin pulled the string of his bow again. "Don't waste your time. I'm prepared, so the Bewildering Pollen is useless against me. Without the Bewildering Pollen, you're no match for a high-grade ranger. You'd better be honest. Who are you? Why did you sneak into the monitoring station? "
"Berna Breeze was indeed an apprentice of the Heart of Thorns … but that was three hundred years ago." The evil female Druil smiled. "She was an elf who wanted to go home after her journey, but she collapsed on the way home. I just helped her …"
"By the way, arrogant high-grade ranger, do you really think you're going to win? You can indeed resist the Bewildering Pollen, but can the ordinary rangers and sentinels you brought with you who are lying in ambush around here … Can they resist it too?"
Solderin's expression changed slightly, but his eyes immediately became sharp. "I alone am enough to keep you here."
"What a coincidence, I was thinking the same thing. Withered Ent!"
"Grenade Toss!"
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Imperial City of Typhon, Oldenheim, Nobles' District.
Grand Duke Ferdinand stood in the study room where the portraits of his ancestors were hung. He quietly looked at the streets of the Imperial City that were immersed in fog. The tall and magnificent buildings were now covered in a hazy veil. The fog that lingered in the air hid many details in the Imperial City. Only the tallest and brightest noble and royal buildings stood proudly in the fog. They used the lights and their huge silhouettes to outline many spectacular silhouettes, which were clearly visible in the fog.
This scene was just like the philosophy of the Empire — the nobles and the royal family were like lighthouses, guiding the ignorant people forward.
After entering the Misty Moon, Oldenheim would frequently be shrouded in thick fog. This was also a typical feature of the central and northern regions of the continent. The name "Misty Moon" in the calendar was originally derived from this.
In the past, Ferdinand liked such foggy weather very much. He liked the hazy yet sturdy appearance of this ancient city when it was immersed in the fog. It reminded him of the empire that was still standing proudly despite having gone through countless storms. It also reminded him of the first time he stepped onto the battlefield, where he was ambushed by the enemy in the fog and fought his way out. However, today, he was not in the mood to appreciate the scenery in the fog.
The intelligence report from the border of the Empire was placed on the desk behind him. The special magic parchment had been unsealed, and the content written on the parchment clearly appeared on the surface of the paper. There were only a few sentences written in a graceful female handwriting:
"Winterwolf Fortress was attacked by a giant humanoid monster. The monster was like a giant made of flesh and blood. It was extremely strong and was not afraid of swords and blades. It could easily corrode and embrittle our walls and steel armor.
The defense forces suffered heavy losses. Fortunately, the fortress was not lost.
The monster came from the direction of the Gloom Mountain Range. "
This was the report sent back by Andesha. There was another note placed together with this report. The content was even simpler. There was only one sentence: "Ansu's southern border was attacked by a giant made of flesh and blood. Cecil's losses are unknown."
This report came from another channel of the Wendell Family.
Duke Ferdinand retracted his gaze and turned around. His gaze swept across the report on the desk, and then landed on the portraits of the first few ancestors of the Wendell Family that were hung on the opposite wall. He softly muttered to himself, "Are those really the monsters you faced back then?"
He couldn't help but recall a few decades ago when he was still an ordinary Knight Captain. He met that wandering monk at the Empire's border and the warning that the monk gave him.
It was a rarely seen Elven Warrior Monk. When the young Ferdinand Wendell first met him, the warrior monk was wandering around the borders of the Empire. It was also a foggy month like today, and the fog was as thick as today. Even to this day, Duke Ferdinand still remembered the scene back then. When he was injured on the battlefield, he was saved by the mysterious Elven Warrior Monk. The two of them found a tree hole to rest temporarily in the foggy forest. The Warrior Monk's head shone brightly in the fog, and his words were still fresh in his mind to this day, "Don't worry about it.
"Young human warrior, you keep talking about your ideals and ambitions, as if you'll obtain glory as long as you can lead your troops to defeat the country opposite you. But do you know? The real threat to you isn't your fellow humans at all.
"Two countries with the same origin ended up in such a state. Did none of you take a look at the wasteland that's right in front of you? Those monsters were sealed seven hundred years ago, but are you really not afraid that they'll return to this world again? "
Duke Ferdinand inhaled softly, and his expression became firm. He shook the copper bell that summoned the butler and softly muttered to himself, "Master Doehring, you're right.
"They've indeed returned.
"Humans must make changes."
The door to the study opened, and the old butler who had served the family loyally for many years appeared in front of Ferdinand. "My Lord, what orders do you have?"
"Prepare a carriage for me. I'm going to meet His Majesty!"
The carriage and entourage with the Wendell Family insignia enjoyed the highest level of nobility privileges. Emperor Rosetta Augustus' palace opened its doors to Duke Ferdinand. Looking at the towering palace walls that grew bigger and bigger in his sight, Ferdinand's heart was as firm as steel.
No matter how bad His Majesty's mental state had deteriorated, and no matter how much influence his words could still have on this huge empire, he had to change the direction of this war machine, Typhon, today. If he delayed it until three days later, then His Majesty would convene the last Noble Parliament. By then, if he still wanted to do anything, he would have to use the method that he was most unwilling to use …
Ferdinand lowered his head and looked at his hands that were still full of strength despite being used to holding swords. He slowly clenched them into fists.
He wasn't willing to take the worst path until he had no other choice.
He entered the palace, the palace where Emperor Rosetta Augustus was. With the help of his servants, he took off his heavy duke's cloak. However, he still wore a decorative sword on his waist. This was the privilege that he should have as the First Duke of the empire. He had already obtained permission for a meeting. Led and accompanied by his servants, the duke walked towards where Emperor Typhon was currently.
Halfway there, Duke Ferdinand realized that his servants were bringing him to the guest room instead of the study where the Emperor usually received him. Thus, he asked curiously, "His Majesty is in the guest room? Is he receiving some guests? "
The servant replied politely, "Yes. His Majesty is receiving two elven doctors."
"Elven doctors?" Duke Ferdinand frowned slightly. "Is there anything wrong with His Majesty's health?"
"Don't worry. His Majesty is still healthy," the servant said. "It's just that his mental state has not been good recently."
Not good?
Ferdinand was stunned for a moment, instinctively feeling that something was wrong. However, before he could open his mouth to ask, two beautiful female Silver Elves in long white dresses walked out from the corner of the corridor in front of him, entering his line of sight. They looked very similar, had a dignified disposition, and were beautiful.
The servant said from the side, "Looks like the two doctors have finished their work."
Ferdinand Wendell watched as the two elven doctors that he had never seen before walked towards him. He put away all unnecessary doubts and waited with the indifferent attitude that a duke should have.
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