Brendel's eyebrows turned gloomy. "How many troops did Madara send this time?" He suddenly asked.
"Six, as you can see," Haku showed a very disdainful expression, but he had to answer. "They are all here, human."
"Six?"
Bai Leng snorted, and her eyes fell on Crotte. "You will know whether I am lying or not when you ask."
Brando looked at the woman suspiciously. He knew that she was not lying, and there was no need for her to lie about this kind of thing. He had already thought of the possibilities, but he was curious about why the woman pretended to be angry. She had been creating this illusion from the beginning, but the real Tiamas was not like this. The Black Knight would never be angry, and he rarely got angry. How could a person who despised emotional thinking let anger control his thinking?
Haku must not know how familiar Brando and Allium Japonicum knew her. If she knew that Brando and Allium Japonicum were treating her like a clown, she might really be angry.
Brando felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart. Some of the memories of the Land of the Dead Moon were still vivid in his mind. The dark mountains of the Arghash region, the mountains were full of undead, and the land was full of corpses. Madara was not the only undead. In the mountains to the east of Mehotofen, there were countless souls of the dead. It was not only the Holy War decades ago, but also the previous wars and the great war more than a thousand years ago. Countless Cruz, Fanzin, elves, and warriors of other races were buried here.
Some necromancers who had lived in seclusion since ancient times operated their own secret lairs in the depths of the mountains. Even these people would respond to the call of the Mercury Staff. If the Silver Queen gave up the area to the east of Metz, and let Madara turn it into the Land of the Dead Moon, then the one with the Mercury Staff would be able to summon an army and wreak havoc in this area.
But from Mehotofen to the Wilderness of Four Realms, that was a full one-third of the Empire. Unless that woman was really crazy, she wouldn't dare to do such a crazy thing. But perhaps Constance had really fallen into hysteria. All the speculations seemed to point to this possibility. Even if Brando didn't want to believe it, he had to plant a seed of doubt.
He stared at Bai with a gloomy expression.
Originally, he did not expect this woman to speak, but he did not expect Bai to smile coldly. "They have reached an agreement. No one knows what it is about." She stared into Brando's eyes and said, "But other than me, Kholifen, Yalvete, and Greta have all gone to Alkash. Even in Madara, only a few people know about this secret —"
The decaying Knight Crotte wriggled on the ground uneasily, her jaw cracking. No one knew if she was uneasy because it was the first time she heard this news, or because Bai dared to reveal that person's secret. Brando didn't care at all. He didn't have the mind to pay attention to other things. His mind was almost completely attracted by this sentence. Kholifen, Yalvete, and Greta had all gone to Alkash. Kholifen, the lord of the Duchy of Griffon, was the most powerful traditional dark noble in Madara. He was also one of the most powerful lords in Madara in this era. His strength was above Bai, who had obtained the blood of the Evil Dragon. But although this person was an old noble, he was loyal to the Mercury Staff and was that person's true confidant.
Yalvete. Hearing this name, Brando even asked, "Has the Queen of the White Demonesses submitted to that person?" This was earlier than he expected, but in any case, this did not stop the name from being dazzling. Yalvete, the Queen of the White Demonesses, was the most powerful of the few forces that resisted the Mercury Staff. After she submitted to the Mercury Staff, the Empire of Madara began to move towards true unification.
Finally, there was Greta, the Death-Praying Sword, the Sword of the Empire, and the greatest Sword Saint of the next era. Some people called the era before 375 the era of the Earth Sword Saint Darius, and the era after 375 the era of the Death-Praying Sword Saint Greta. In this half a century, there was only one Greysword Saint-mephistopheles, but the two Sword Saints before and after that were truly powerful figures that made the whole continent bow down to.
At present, Greta should only be Motherwell's apprentice. The latter was the father of the famous One-Eyed Dragon Tarkus. He was also a very famous Dark Sword Saint. It was said that his strength was on par with Mephisto, but that was before Mephisto entered the Ultimate Realm. Brando estimated that this person's strength would not surpass Veronica's at most. Not to mention that Motherwell had met Greta, a once-in-a-thousand-years genius. Greta was born in the Boneyard Forest on the coast of the Sea of the Dying Moon. According to the players' investigation, he should have been a human living nearby. He was only 16 years old when he died. Later, he was awakened as a Lesser Blood Descendant. Originally, there were thousands of undead in Madara who were awakened by Necromancers or superior vampires every day. In theory, Greta should have become one of those thousands of low-level undead cannon fodder and died in an inconspicuous battle in the Sea of the Dying Moon.
But history was such a coincidence. The person who awakened him was Motherwell. Not only was he a Sword Saint, but he was also the patriarch of the Manlyin family. Greta quickly attracted Motherwell's attention with his unique soul fire and became the latter's apprentice. After that, he embarked on the path of a brilliant genius and became the most dazzling star in Madara's history.
The Sword of the Empire, Greta, died together with Échis in the final battle of the Evernight. He pierced the right eye of the alpha wolf with his sword. Some people said that if he did not die, Madara's expansion might not stop at the Wilderness of Four Realms. Brando also agreed with this statement.
Such a person's strength at this time might not be as strong as White, but he was that person's trusted aide. He, Kholifen, and Yalvete. The fact that the three of them went to Algash was enough to explain a lot of things. Brando thought of many things at that moment, but he really could not understand why Constance would make such a choice. He could imagine what would happen next. It would definitely subvert everyone's understanding of this world.
Hypothetically, a third of the Empire suddenly fell into Madara's hands. A vacuum would suddenly appear between Cruz, Saint-ausol, and Fanzin. This Land of the Dead Moon would completely change the structure of the continent. It was equivalent to the crazy queen bringing the Dead Moon Empire into the course of history in advance. This was definitely a method that was much crazier than the Empire in history.
"Brando," Allium Japonicum suddenly reminded him, "although Constance is crazy, she is definitely not crazy. She must have a deeper reason for doing this."
Brendel's eyes lit up. This was a negotiation between the two empires, not a game between children. Such a large scale handover was definitely not something that could be completed in a short period of time. But what exactly made the existence with the mercury staff and the Silver Queen trust each other so much? For a plan of this scale, Madara and Cruz must have a considerable degree of mutual trust to complete it.
But how did these two gain each other's trust?
"The Dark Dragon." White seemed to have seen through his doubts and answered with a devilish voice.
"That's impossible!" Brando growled.
Although the world knew that the undead of Madara were once loyal to the Dark Dragon, thousands of years later, they had already become independent. Could it be that Constance, with the title of the Dark Dragon, could convince the existence with the mercury staff to bow down to her? This was a little too unimaginable. How could the existence of the Dark Kingdom, a king that appeared once in a thousand years, be willing to bow down to someone with his ambition? Not to mention that he was now fully fledged. After Yalvete submitted to him, the Empire was on the fast track. The next hundred years would be Madara's era.
Would that person bow down to Constance just based on a rumor? This was simply a joke! Not to mention that Constance only had a part of the Dark Dragon's inheritance in her hands, even if she really obtained the entire inheritance, she was still not Odin. Brando even thought that the woman in front of him was insulting his intelligence and making fun of him, but White looked very serious. She looked at the human in front of her with contempt, as if she already knew that the other party would have such an expression.
She replied coldly, "But that's the truth. I even know that Constance and that person met in private before, on the final battlefield. Few people know the details of that meeting, but at least I'm sure that they reached an agreement. I even know that after this plan is completed, Madara will definitely be merged into the Cruz Empire. Of course, at that time, Cruz will no longer be called Cruz. "
"The new country will be called Mardos."
"The new country will be called Mardos —"
A voice echoed on the ground. The Azure Knight held the Holy Lance in his hand and made a promise to the people on the ground. For the next ten thousand years, this country thrived on the ruins of the past. It was the Miirna Empire, the country that had been destroyed for a thousand years.
Brando felt that the world had gone crazy, or rather, he had gone crazy. He felt someone gently supporting his back. It was the gentleness of his senior. He turned around and saw Allium Japonicum standing firmly by his side. He immediately understood the other party's thoughts and was slightly touched. Ever since he heard White's words, although he still couldn't tell if it was true or false, there was still a dark cloud shrouding his heart. The future of this world was completely out of his control. The tide of the world was blowing in his face. In the face of the storm, no one dared to say that they knew what their fate was going to be. Even he was the same.
He originally thought that he could finally control the fate of Erouine, but in the current situation, Erouine was like a lonely boat in a tsunami that could capsize at any time. In front of these giants, Erouine people still couldn't control their own fate.
For a moment, Brando suddenly felt that his heart was very tired.
But with Allium Japonicum standing by his side, he suddenly felt that he had returned to the past.
The future of the kingdom was gloomy. The fate of the entire kingdom and its people, the faith and hope of thousands of Erouine players, were all floating on the stormy sea. Although everyone knew that they could fail, or even that they had failed, they still stayed. At least I did it before, and I won't regret it. They had failed before, and it left a deep impression on him that was enough to affect his life. But this time, they might not fail. Besides, with the same person standing by his side, how could he not have the courage to fight again?
No matter what it was, as long as it stood in his way, he would make it pay the price. Mardos had been destroyed by the hands of the four Wise Ones a thousand years ago. A thousand years later, the result would not change.
"I understand, Senpai," Brando replied softly.
Allium Japonicum showed a gratified look and nodded.
But Brando knew that now was not the time to comfort each other. The most important thing now was to solve the problem at hand. He looked at White and asked coldly, "How far has this plan gone?"
He paused for a moment, and a complicated light flashed in his eyes as if he had understood something. "The White Legion is not moving in Ovechin. Is it waiting for you —"
"Do you believe it now?" White asked.
Brando looked at this woman, and he was a little disgusted. "I'll take what you said as the truth, Miss Tiamas." But he still answered patiently, "Actually, I'm very clear about your little tricks and what you want to do. But now, you should know which side you should be on. I hope that you can show me your true sincerity to cooperate with me."
"I'm on your side?" Bai Leng laughed and said, "Human, are you mistaken? Although I brought these trash with me, "she looked at Crotte, and did not hide her contempt for these trash," this only shows that I have my own thoughts. That person's subordinates, Yalvete, the Queen of Banshees, and Kholifen, the King of Griffins, do not have their own plans. This is nothing. "
"Don't beat around the bush," Brando interrupted her coldly, "I've always been suspicious of your attitude, but your words later revealed the truth. You brought these fence sitters out, not because you have your own plans, or indeed because you have your own plans, because you know that they won't dare to question your decision. Compared to them, you are far closer to that person, and in front of them, you have supreme authority. "
White's expression changed slightly, but he did not say anything. Instead, he quietly waited for Brando to continue.
"Actually, you didn't lie before, Tiamas," Brando replied, "Your real goal is Lorison's Undead, right?"
"I don't understand what you mean, human." White smiled.
Brando pondered for a moment, then raised his head. "I didn't want to say it, but in order to not deceive each other in the future, I think it's better to be honest." He said, "White, or Miss Tiamas Qiu Yue, in this world, there is an organization called the Hydra's Twelve Heads. May I ask which head you are?"
He asked word by word, "Patriarch Tiamas, can you answer me?"
The smile on the Undead Lady's face froze.
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