It was the turn of summer and autumn. The ground of the Golden Needle Valley was covered with silver dust. Vulture tails and autumn leaves were everywhere in the forest. The sun shone through the forest like a golden curtain. However, under this beautiful and enchanting scenery, there were many distorted and unclean things. An army of white skeletons traversed through the forest. These pale skeletons seemed to have been dug out from the soil. Their movements were slow, and every step they took caused the rusty ring armor on their bodies to rustle. The black swords on their waists were returned to their scabbards. As their snow-white hip bones swayed back and forth, the swords constantly hit the metal buckles, producing a strange but uniform sound. These sounds gathered together like waves and waves, sweeping through the valley.
As far as the eye could see, the place was densely packed with pitch-black flat-topped iron helmets and flickering phosphorescent flames. It was endless, like a gray and white ocean. The seawater came from the east of the valley and gradually filled up the valley. It was pervasive and swallowed all living things. Wherever the seawater passed, the white bark of the Shining Silver Trees would dry up. Even the leaves curled up and withered as if their vitality was being sucked out.
A small group of human Knights followed behind them. The Knights were fully equipped with armor. They wore winged helmets and held long spears in their hands. The edges of their magnificent battle robes were like tassels that hung down close to the saddles of their ground dragons. These giant SemiDragons were also fully equipped. Not only were they wearing helmets with metal horns, they were also wearing thick cotton armor that would only be equipped during wartime. The cotton armor was one inch thick and was lined with a layer of metal rings and rivets. Its defensive power was even higher than normal armor. The outer surface of the armor was decorated beautifully. It hung down to the knees of the giant dragons and had a large white dragon head emblem on it.
The relationship between the heavy cavalry and the undead army seemed to be very special. The reborn skeletons that covered the entire mountain seemed to treat them as nothing. The heavy cavalry did not seem to want to get too close to these creatures of distorted nature. The two kept their distance and each had their own path.
On the other side of the valley, Jutta and her Knight subordinates put down their war horses and hid in a depression in the ground. They stuck their heads out and saw the entire scene clearly. The female mercenary group leader's face was solemn, and her emerald green eyes were filled with a layer of cold light. It was not that she had never seen such a scene before. In Chablis and Tónigel, she had seen an undead army marching, covering the entire mountain range and covering the sun. She placed a hand on her warhorse's neck and gently stroked the elegant creature to calm it down. She turned to the others and asked, "Is that a Knight of the White Legion?"
"From the looks of it, he should be a White Dragon Knight." Meyr replied. He had already lifted his helmet, revealing the face of a young man. Brando's White Lion Guards were generally young. Compared to the old lion in the north, they were almost a new army.
Jutta grabbed a handful of soil and rubbed it with her chainmail gloves. She put her hand to her nose, and a strong smell of grass and trees assailed her nostrils. This land was full of vitality, and it was definitely not contaminated by negative magic. These undead were not summoned from this place, but where did they come from? Most importantly, why were they here, together with the Kirrlutzian White Dragon Knights?
"Crewe, you tell her. Aren't you a wizard? You've been learning from The Shire for so long, you should have improved a little." Jutta looked at another young man. The young man was wearing a cotton-padded armor that looked like a coat, but there were diamond-shaped protrusions on the surface of the armor. His collar was raised high, and he wore a thick felt hat. His face was red as he muttered helplessly, "I'm a wizard of the law, Lady Jutta. I've never learned black magic. If you want me to explain the principles of psychic magic to you, I can explain it to you. But what do you want me to say? I'm not a worm in the stomach of those Cruz people. How would I know what they're doing here? But in my opinion, it's probably nothing good. "
"If you dare to learn black magic, I'll be the first to kill you," Jutta replied.
The young man was scared and shrank his neck. He looked over there as if he had thought of something. "But it's not like I didn't find anything. Those Knight Regiment behind them didn't look like they were monitoring the skeletons, but more like they were protecting someone, "he muttered to himself." Come to think of it, the skeletons controlled by necromancy don't need to be monitored. They will naturally listen to the orders of their master. "
"You're saying that the person who's controlling these skeletons is among the knights?" Jana interrupted his long speech and focused on the main point.
"Not necessarily … My Lady, you know that in Madara's establishment, the necromancers are usually relied on to control the low-level undead without intelligence. A mid-level necromancer can only command a dozen skeleton warriors. So, the undead army in Madara is not as endless as the rumors say. In fact, it is limited by the number of mid-level and high-level necromancers in the army. But their combat power is indeed very strong. First, the undead army is not affected by morale. Second, the necromancers can command the skeletons and zombies like they are their own arms. Their role is similar to the Knight Regiment in our human army, but they are better than us. "
"Get to the point —" Jutta interrupted him again.
"… What I mean is, there are at least a few thousand undead army here. If they were in Madara, they would need at least a necromancer regiment to control them. The Knight Regiment doesn't seem to be able to protect so many people. Of course, there's also another possibility, and that's that someone used an undead treasure to control so many undead, or that there's a high-ranked undead lord among the Knight that personally controls this army. "
The female Knight waved her hand, "Why would a high-level Undead Lord need the protection of Knights? Don't think that I've never seen an Undead Lord before. There must be an Undead Treasure inside. Where did these Cruz people find such a thing? Is Her Majesty the Queen working with the Undead? "
The few young Knights were cautious and did not say anything. Under the influence of Brando and the others, Jutta was used to not taking the Cruz Emperor seriously. She always called him by his name, but they did not dare to do so. The Wohnde Empire had lasted for thousands of years, and the majesty of the royal family had long been deeply ingrained in the people's hearts. Not to mention the royal family, even a noble lord was superior in their eyes. How could the emperor of the Cruz people allow people like them to criticize him? Therefore, they could only turn a blind eye and turn a deaf ear to the female mercenary commander's nonsense.
Jutta did not care. Her gaze passed through a few swaying dandelions and stared in the direction of the valley. Her eyes flashed a few times. "They don't look like they're going to Faust. This direction is going to the north —"
"It's the same as the mountain people," Meyr added.
"Crewe," she suddenly asked, "Let me ask you something. If we kill our way in and take the undead treasure, do you think we can control this army?"
The hollow suddenly became quiet.
Jutta could not help but frown and turn her head to look at the few followers, "What's wrong with you? Are you mute?"
The few young men were not mute, but they were shocked by her strange idea. "My Lady, if you want me to be honest, I don't think this idea is very good," Crewe's face was pale, "Let's not talk about whether we can control this undead army. Those White Dragon Knights are all Gold-ranked masters. It's hard to say whether we can defeat them. Alright, this is actually a euphemism. I think we have no chance of winning at all."
Jutta glared at him, "You're as timid as a mouse. Do you deserve to be called a Knight?"
"I'm a wizard," Crewe replied, feeling wronged.
"You're the best student of The Shire's."
"But my teacher also said that as a wizard, the first thing to do on the battlefield is to protect yourself."
"Enough, I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore. Shut up —"
The young man shrunk his neck and did not say a word. As a top graduate of the Royal Knight Academy and Freya's first year, Meyr seriously considered the feasibility of this plan. Although he was a mountain man, he was one of the few nobles born in the mountains. His father was a retainer under Duke Viero, so he was considered to have quite a high status. He was 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 Lady. Do you have other plans?"
Jutta glanced over there, "There's definitely something wrong with these undead. It's not normal for the Cruz people to mix with the undead. As scouts, how can we just let them slip by under our eyes without doing anything?"
She waved her hand and interrupted the young Knight's words. "Don't worry, I'm not that reckless. When I was the leader of the mercenaries, you were still in the arms of wet nurses drinking milk —"
"My Lady, when you were the leader, I was your subordinate …" Crewe said weakly.
But the mercenary leader ignored him and continued, "We can't, but we have reinforcements." She took out a light blue crystal. A rune was suspended in the middle of the crystal. The rune suddenly lit up, and Jutta spoke to it in a low voice, "My Lord, I'm Jutta. My subordinates and I are now in the Golden Needle Valley —"
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In the dark underground, a Magic Circle was gradually taking shape in a round hall. The center of the Magic Circle was surrounded by a pile of rubble. Sunlight shone through the holes in the dome and shrouded the Magic Circle.
Brando silently watched Haku set up the Magic Circle not far away. He put down the crystal in his hand, and the light blue on the crystal gradually dimmed. "It's a message from Jutta." He whispered to Allium Japonicum behind him, "That woman didn't lie to us. Cruz's people have already made their move. She found an Undead Army in the Golden Needle Valley moving north —"
Allium Japonicum retracted her gaze from Haku's direction. Her dark eyes emitted a dim light in the dark environment. With her magic attainments, she could tell that Haku was setting up a typical Magic Circle, and it was related to Psychic Magic. She was not very worried that Haku would do something to the Magic Circle, so she stopped thinking and said, "The mountain people and the Undead Army that disappeared a few weeks ago went to the border of Mehotofen. They want to trap us in Fathan. They should be waiting for Haku to make his move. As long as Fathan falls into eternal darkness, the Undead Army and the White Legion will attack."
"We have to speed up. Fortunately, Haku is still under our control." Brando could not help but feel lucky. If it were not for this coincidental encounter, and if Her Majesty the Queen's plan was suddenly activated, they might really be caught off guard.
"Jutta is in the Golden Needle Valley. It's not far from here. Are you thinking of stopping the Undead Army?" Allium Japonicum asked sharply.
Brando glanced at her and nodded. The Undead Army in front of them was very different from the Undead Army in Madara. The Undead Army in Madara was controlled by the Necromancer Group. Although he was not afraid of a few thousand Undead Army, it was impossible for him to kill all of them. Even if the Necromancers lined up for him to kill, it would take him a long time to kill them, not to mention that they were hiding in the Undead Army that covered the mountains. However, the Undead Army in East Metz was controlled by a few people using Undead Treasures. This gave him a chance. When Jutta explained the situation over there, he was immediately tempted.
Thinking of this, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Lorison's Undead Soul. Although it was Haku who freed his wife, the soul of the Knight should know who it should be grateful to. If Haku dared to do anything strange, it would definitely be the first to attack. Moreover, when it was alive, it hated evil.
And it was at this time that Haku finally completed her Magic Circle.
The Black Knight clapped her hands and looked at Brando with a meaningful gaze. "I'm done. According to the agreement, I only want the Blood of the Dark God. My Lord, you can get the slate and more secrets about Constance and that person. If you don't mind, I'm ready to start."
Brando looked at her and nodded.
"Sir John Lorison." Haku raised her voice and asked. Her voice was as hollow and hoarse as usual.
The Undead Knight nodded. The golden flames in its eye sockets burned brightly.
Haku slowly walked to the side of the Magic Circle. She used the swords of several Knights of the Dead Moon to draw the Magic Circle on the ground. It was half an inch deep into the ground, forming a deep groove. It looked like a pact formed by two opposing moons overlapping each other. The curved lines intertwined with each other, forming a thick shadow under the light. Haku raised her wrist and was stunned for a moment before she remembered that she was already an Undead. She frowned and looked at Allium Japonicum.
Brando naturally knew what she meant. He grabbed his senior who was about to step forward and said, "I'll do it."
"Thank you." Haku replied. Her voice was so calm that there was no trace of gratitude.
Brando was not worried that Haku would plot against him at this stage. Haku's main class was the Physical Class. Although she was a Silver Elf who had been in contact with magic for a long time, she was far from Allium Japonicum who was well-versed in magic. He pulled out Halran Gaia and made a cut on his hand. Bright red blood flowed out like the most beautiful wine. It flowed down the blade and formed a string of blood-red beads that dripped into the Magic Circle.
Brando calculated that he had deducted about 21 HP. He then wrapped the wound with a thick cloth to stop the bleeding. When he removed the cloth, the wound had completely healed. There was only a shallow white mark left.
Haku looked at him deeply when she saw this. She did not know if it was because of his strong self-healing ability or because of his precise calculation of the amount of blood he donated. Brando did this to warn the woman that the Magic Circle required a ritual of blood sacrifice. The amount of blood needed for each circle was fixed. Whether it was more or less, the effect of the spell would be affected. The amount of blood needed for this Magic Circle was exactly 21 HP for a Warrior.
When Haku saw this, she naturally understood that Brendel knew the basics of her magic, and her heart skipped a beat.
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