Hearing Solderlin's words, Gawain's first reaction was to be shocked. "Killed by the cultists? You crossed the Typhon border and were not discovered by the Typhon guards, but were killed by the cultists? "
"Many things have happened …" Solderin sighed. "I've been traveling the continent for seven hundred years, and unexpected things still happen …"
"Sit down first, drink some water and rest." Gawain asked Solderlin to sit down and rest as he frowned at the dried dark red bloodstains on Solderlin's clothes. The high-grade ranger had gotten himself a black cloak and a dark brown coat, which were commonly worn by roaming adventurers. There were no signs of damage on the two clothes, but Gawain could see traces of dried blood. This meant that Solderlin's wounds had not healed for a long time. "Amber, go and get Pitman. Tell him to bring some ointment to treat the poison. Don't go through the window … "
When the half-elf lady pushed open the window and dashed towards the southwest like a streak of black light, Gawain retracted his gaze from the window and stared into Solderlin's eyes. "With your strength, how could you be injured to this extent? What kind of cultists did you meet? "
"The Perish Society." Solderin smiled bitterly and said a name that gave Gwen a headache. "I was set up … When I was heading to the surveillance station on the Great Wall, I met a Silver Elf Druil who called herself Berna. She was a cultist in disguise …"
The high-grade ranger took a few minutes to tell Gwen about his encounter with the cultists. When he was done, he could not help but frown. "To be honest, I'm a little uneasy. The Perish Society, a fallen Druil organization, has always been active, but their destruction and activities are mainly limited to the human kingdoms and some mountain kingdoms in the west of the continent. They have never reached out to the Silver Elves … This time, a Perish Cult member who is at least at the pinnacle of the high-grade managed to sneak into the elven surveillance station. I'm worried that they are plotting something against the Silver Empire, or even the Great Wall …"
Gwen pondered and said, "Have you reported the situation to your home country?"
"Of course." Solderlin nodded. "After forcing them to retreat, I went back to the monitoring station and reported the situation. The Elven Court has already received the news and said that they will immediately investigate. But you know how cunning those cultists are … Their real purpose is often hidden behind layers upon layers of distractions. I'm afraid that in the end, we will only know what those brainless bastards are up to after they cause damage. I was going to rest in the monitoring station for a while, but I was worried that those cultists would continue to target the Ansu, so I rushed back first to let you know the situation."
After saying this, a hesitant look suddenly appeared on Solderlin's face. Gwen immediately noticed this and asked, "What else did you find?"
"I don't know if it's an illusion." Solderlin shook his head. "When I was fighting that cultist, I always felt like I was being targeted. She seemed to know my fighting style and habits very well … If I hadn't brought some equipment that was beyond her expectations, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to come back in one piece."
Gwen immediately raised his eyebrows. "Could it be someone you know?"
"I'm not sure." Solderlin shook his head. "She used another body and face at that time. It should be some kind of flesh fusion or devouring depraved divine spell. This made it impossible for me to sense her true aura at all. Moreover, many depraved Druil are fond of using flesh and blood spells to reconstruct their bodies. Even if an 'acquaintance' was standing in front of me, I definitely wouldn't be able to recognize her …"
At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door. After the door opened, Gwen saw that in addition to Amber and Pitman, Heti and Rebecca were also outside.
"We met on the road!" Rebecca was the first to speak. "I heard that Mr. Ranger was back, so I came to see him!"
The girl's curiosity was always strong. Gwen was not surprised by this. He just looked at Heti with a little curiosity. "It's rare to see you and Rebecca here to join in the fun."
Heti did not answer. She just smiled gently and calmly waved the staff with a HP bar and eight horns in her hand. Gwen immediately understood: this granddaughter of his was Rebecca's limiter …
"Let me take a look at your condition first," Pitman immediately went into work as soon as he entered the room. He said as he walked towards Solderlin. Although he usually wandered around the territory all day long to fool people to read fortunes and sell fake potions, he still knew his priorities. The main thing was that if he did not, he would be easily slammed into the wall by Gwen. "By the way, are you allergic to the ointment made by the Bloodrose Vine?"
Solderlin cooperated with Hao Ren and unbuttoned the clothes around the wound while shaking his head. "I was allergic three hundred years ago, but I'm fine now."
The Bloodrose Vine was a kind of magic ingredient commonly used by the human Druil. It was very effective in neutralizing toxins in the blood and dispelling poisoned flesh. However, half of the Silver Elves were allergic to this herb. So Pitman deliberately asked to prevent the ointment from having side effects.
"Some allergies can be 'cured' by making contact with the allergen. But if it's not necessary, it's better to be cautious." Pitman was like a conscientious professional doctor. While he explained, he began to examine Solderlin's wound.
Under Solderlin's clothes was a wound that had been poisoned for many days and had yet to heal. The flesh there was an abnormally deep purplish red, and the edges of the wound were charred black, showing signs of dehydration. However, the blood that seeped out of the wound was bright red.
This strange "infection" was obviously influenced by magic power.
After a moment of examination, Pitman looked up at Solderlin and said, "You're pretty strong."
"If I were weak, I would have died from the poison." Solderlin smiled. On one hand, he was talking to Pitman, and on the other hand, he was explaining to Gwen. "The Fallen Druil of the Doom Cult is really powerful. I wanted to kill him at the cost of my own life, but it was not worth it at all. After going through the test of the Gondor wasteland, most of the survivors have a high resistance to poison. This made me careless."
"Many of their poison spells are cursed and corrosive. Poison resistance alone is not very effective." Pitman shook his head. "Fortunately, you're a high-level ranger. Your body has a strong self-healing ability. You've neutralized most of the poison by yourself. I'll deal with it for you. You should be fine."
Solderlin silently watched Pitman take out magic powder, leaves, ointment, and other things from his wooden suitcase. He then set up a small Druil purification altar on the spot. Solderlin then began to dispel the remaining cursed poison in his body. He felt that the corrosive substance that had been tormenting him for many days was fading away at an extremely fast speed. He could not help but say, "Your ritual spells are very powerful."
"I'm better at ritual Druil spells," Pitman said casually as he sprinkled the last of the magic powder on the magic circle drawn with ointment on the floor that was self-combusting under the influence of magic power. "This way of casting spells is more effective, but it also consumes more magic materials. Don't forget to give me the money for the materials later."
"Don't worry, I still have the money for the materials," Solderlin said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "But then again, 'ritual spells' are really old. Only a few of the classical Druil sects still use this method, right? The modern Druil has already combined ritual spells and sacrificial spells into 'ritual spells' … "
"I'm from the Samsara Sect," Pitman said proudly, the wrinkles on his face squeezing out flowers. "So my spells and ointment are absolutely authentic. You can't buy them anywhere else —"
Before he finished, Rebecca interrupted him. "Hey, weren't you the Heart of the Woods last time?"
"He's the Spirit of Nature," Amber said, waving her hand. "Don't believe him. This old guy has read all the books of the Druil sects in order to cheat money. He'll believe whatever the customer believes …"
Solderlin was still not used to the rhythm of these weirdos around Gwen and immediately felt a little awkward. Fortunately, Gwen took the initiative to continue the conversation. "Other than encountering the cultists, is there anything else you want to report?"
"I was just about to say." Solderlin nodded immediately. He looked around the room and confirmed that the leaders of the various departments under Cecil were here. He then said with a serious expression, "I've received information that the Winterwolf Fort at the border of Typhon was also attacked by the Mutants."
"Winterwolf Fort?" Gwen frowned. "If I remember correctly, it's the fort where the Wendell Family is stationed … The one in control of Winterwolf Fort now should be Andesha Wendell. That young wolf general should be Andesha Wendell. "
"Yes, I used to serve in her army." Solderlin nodded. "The time of the attack on Winterwolf Fort and Cecil's territory should be only a few days apart. Considering the distance between the two places and the speed of the Mutants, I suspect that the same group of monsters divided into two groups in the Gloom Mountains …"
Gwen looked at Amber, who did not wait for him to speak. "There's no report from the Military Intelligence Bureau yet. Our intelligence network has barely spread to all parts of the Southern Territory. For the time being, we don't have the spare capacity to infiltrate the Eastern Territory and Typhon."
Gao Wen nodded. He also understood that the establishment of an intelligence network was not something that could be done overnight. Even with the help of a business network and a successful alchemy potion business, it was not easy to set up the military intelligence network.
"I'm afraid this news has already been sent to the desks of Francis II and Emperor Typhon." Heti was also a quick-witted person, and unlike Rebecca, she had been dealing with various noble forces for many years and was very sensitive to the situation. "Ancestor, I'm afraid the situation between the two countries will change."
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