Metisha was like a silver cheetah running through the forest. Her calm expression did not reflect the anxiety in her heart: "Why isn't my lord summoning Hipamira and me? What is he waiting for?"
At this moment, a figure flashed through the forest. She suddenly braked, her boots plowing two ditches in the soil that was covered with pine needles. After Medissa stopped, she saw a person standing in the middle of the forest. To be exact, it was a woman. If the lower half of her body was still considered as a 'person', then she would be considered a 'person'.
Hipamira also stopped.
"Who is she?" She looked at Metisha and asked.
"Andesha?" Metisha looked at the woman in front of her in disbelief.
The woman slowly turned her head. It was the Lord of Decay, Andesha, who was imprisoned in the Empire after being defeated by Brando and Veronica in the Loop of Trade Winds. The woman's condition was very different from what Metisha remembered. Her smooth face was covered with blood vessels that extended from her neck upwards like blood-red roots. Her eyes were pitch-black, with a pupil that looked like a blood jade marrow embedded in the middle. It looked extremely demonic.
Metisha was shocked. This was the mutated state of the Blood of God. Most of the Tree Herders' patriarchs had been baptized by the Blood of God once, which was why they looked like neither humans nor ghosts. However, she had never heard of anyone being baptized by the Blood of God a second time. Could it be that the Tree Herders' research on the Blood of God had progressed further?
But what puzzled her the most was that Andesha should have been imprisoned in the deepest part of the Empire's prison, and not here.
"Why are you here, Andesha?"
Andesha saw that it was Metisha and smiled strangely. She did not answer and walked into the depths of the forest.
"Stop right there!" Metisha frowned and scolded.
Andesha stopped and turned back with a smile: "Little princess, this time we are friends, not enemies."
"No one is your friend, not your enemy." Metisha knitted her brows and replied in an unfriendly tone, "You better explain why you're here."
"Little princess, if you have the time to care about me, why don't you care about your lord?" Andesha raised her head and looked in the direction of the mountain. At this time, a silver ray of light rose from the mountain where the Frostdew Manor was located. It was like a resplendent silver line that cut across the night sky, splitting the stars in the sky into two.
Metisha's face was illuminated by the radiance in the air. She could tell that it was the direction of the Frostdew Manor. Her expression changed slightly, and she turned around to look at Andesha coldly. She no longer cared about the other party's intentions, and directly rushed in that direction.
But just as she was about to leave, she suddenly remembered something. Andesha had called her 'little princess', so how did she know about her identity?
This thought flashed through her mind, but soon, her concern for the Count overcame her. She forced herself to become focused again.
"She's Andesha?"
Hipamira glanced behind her. She did not experience the battle in the Loop of Trade Winds, and only knew bits and pieces about it from the people around Brando. She was not as fearful of Andesha as Metisha, and was even a little curious.
After all, Andesha was once the Count's enemy.
"You have to be careful of her," Metisha looked at Andesha and reminded her, "None of the twelve Tree Herders are kind people. Their inheritance existed long before the War of the Holy Saints. It seems like she used the same method to identify me. This means that their inheritance is still intact."
Hipamira nodded slightly, then sighed, "But it's a pity that the Tree Herders were once believers of the Goddess."
In the dark forest behind them, Andesha looked at their backs thoughtfully, and the corners of her mouth curled up strangely.
"Their strength is rising so quickly," she sighed softly, "This is a good era, but it's a pity that some people don't know how to appreciate it."
Andesha raised her right hand, and the blood jade bracelet on her wrist shone brightly under the moonlight. She stroked the bracelet and said, "The Flaming Blade has already rushed over. That little fellow has turned the Colddew Manor upside down. That woman has underestimated him … Right, I met his subordinate just now, it's … it's that princess."
She suddenly fell silent for a moment, then nodded.
"Yes, I understand, my Lady."
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Royale was known as the strongest Magus in the Empire, and ordinary Magi could only dream of dispelling his magic. However, The Shire pointed his finger forward, and countless silver threads of law extended from his hand, converging into a beam that struck the magic barrier in the air. The magic barrier trembled for a moment before disintegrating, and Mephisto and Royale's figures appeared behind it.
In the eyes of others, a beam of silver light rose from the top of the mountain where the Colddew Manor was located, like a bright silver line across the night sky, splitting the stars in the sky into two.
Saipan was fighting with Valla, and he almost lost his mind when he saw this scene. As an old rival of Royale, he knew the former's strength best. However, his old rival was already one of the top existences in the Empire twenty or thirty years ago. Although he had never fought with the Empire's number one person, Valla, the difference between them was only about the same. In other words, although he had not yet reached the peak of the Supreme Realm, he was only a hair's breadth away.
Furthermore, Valla was known as the Lord of Mirrors, and was quite skilled in dispelling spells and reflecting spells. He had considerable attainments in the field of spells, and even Saipan was ashamed of his inferiority. Someone who could easily dispel Valla's spells, wasn't that the legendary Sage?
However, Saipan knew that no mortal had set foot on the Forbidden Realm for thousands of years. He could not help but be shocked. Could it be that the Bugas finally could not help but intervene personally?
At this moment, he was not the only one who had such a thought. Everyone stopped in an instant and looked in the direction of the forest.
After all, if the Bugas were to intervene in this battle, then the nature of the battle would be completely different.
"Bugas, how dare you break the contract —" The Silver Queen's angry scream echoed in the sky.
The Shire was slightly stunned, and immediately understood that there was a misunderstanding. He immediately straightened out his thoughts, so he raised his head and stepped forward, and smiled slightly to the air.
"Your Majesty, the Silver Folk have no intention of intervening in the affairs of the earth, but the sacred covenant is concluded on the cornerstone of the War of the Holy Saints, and maintaining the order of this world is also the duty of the Silver Folk."
"It's you," the Silver Queen's voice turned cold, "The Shire."
Brando was a little surprised by what was happening. He never dreamed that the people of the Empire would have such a misunderstanding. He could not help but look at his wizard attendant, knowing that the latter did not have much memory of what happened decades ago, but The Shire was smiling, as if everything was under control.
"It's been a long time," The Shire said with a smile, "Your Highness."
Brando could not help but grit his teeth, thinking that this guy was indeed better at showing off.
"I haven't seen you for decades, and you haven't changed at all from that time," the Silver Queen said coldly, "You really are a Silver Folk. Although I've suspected this for a long time, I didn't expect the Bugas to have started planning decades ago. William and Solomon keep saying that they have no interest in the struggle for power in the mortal world, but in fact, the Bugas still have everything under their control."
In the face of everything shown in the crystal ball, Constance, who looked like a fifteen-year-old girl, narrowed her eyes slightly and spat out a word contemptuously, "Hypocrite."
At this moment, William, who was far away in the great glacier, could not help but sneeze a few times. The leader of the wizards of the Silver Alliance could not help but look back in confusion in the biting cold wind. The Silver Folk were not born with diseases. Could it be that someone was secretly cursing him behind his back?
The Shire, who quietly let the Bugas take the blame, smiled but did not refute the Silver Queen's words. Instead, he replied confidently, "Your Majesty, no one can do whatever they want, whether it's you or the Silver Folk. It's the same."
The Silver Queen was silent. The situation was a little beyond her expectations. The Bugas had not been involved in the affairs of the earth for thousands of years, not to mention that they had such an agreement on the battlefield of the Final Battle decades ago.
These damned Silver Folk dared to go back on their words. She was furious, but for a moment, she found that she could not come up with any way to deal with the other party's shamelessness.
Although she had many cards in her hands, that was only relatively speaking. No one dared to act rashly in front of the Silver Folk. The Shire was the only one in front of her, but who knew what else was hidden behind him?
But the Silver Queen was cautious, and Brando and The Shire were also very nervous. The others thought that they had backup, and even the Greysword Saint-mephistopheles looked over thoughtfully. Only Vara, the Great Seigneur, looked around a little doubtfully, and finally his eyes fell on The Shire.
He narrowed his eyes, apparently seeing something, but did not speak.
The Shire racked his brains to think of a way not to be exposed, and Brando was also thinking of a way to escape. He was a little surprised that Sidney and Veronica had not yet arrived. It was not that there was no way to escape at the moment, but it was a little troublesome.
It was the misunderstanding of the Empire people and the improvisation of The Shire that surprised him a little. At the moment, it was best to scare off the Silver Queen, but the possibility was very small. He could only see how much time he could delay.
But he also knew in his heart that it was also not good for him to drag this out. If Sidney did not arrive, then Her Majesty's backup should be arriving soon.
Just a moment ago, he had received news from the witches that the Flame Blades stationed in Mulberry Castle were on their way here.
The good news was that the possibility of rescuing Scarlet was a little greater, but the bad news was that if Sidney did not arrive, he would be in trouble.
But sometimes, what you feared most would come true. Brando had hoped that he could delay for a while, but suddenly, his face changed and he looked up.
Suddenly, the air was filled with an unreal aura. The surrounding scenery seemed real and illusory, just like a dream. He had experienced such a scene once when he was in Faltan Harbor. It was a high-ranking witch who had arrived at the battlefield.
But obviously, it was not his subordinate.
In just a moment, everyone looked up in the air and saw that a new supreme expert had arrived.
At this time, three light doors suddenly opened in the sky, and three witches stepped out calmly, exuding an amazing aura that made the whole battlefield quiet.
They were indeed supreme existences.
Brando narrowed his eyes and recognized Atatrice and the Witch King. As for the last little girl, he had never seen her before and had no impression of her.
But he was secretly complaining in his heart. The Flaming Blade was troublesome enough, and he did not expect the Silver Queen to send her personal forces over.
"We can't wait any longer, we have to retreat." He forced himself to calm down, and then glanced at The Shire, but he did not pin his hopes on an illusory opportunity.
Although the Bugas were famous, if a name alone could scare the Silver Queen away, then the other party's previous actions were too ridiculous.
No one here would be naive enough to really believe in the covenant, and as the supreme of the Empire, the Silver Queen was even more so. If the Bugas had placed their strongest fleet here, or if William or Solomon had come personally, she might have hesitated for a moment.
But right now, The Shire's words obviously could not change the other party's determination.
The Silver Queen had not spoken yet, but Brando knew that she was just making a choice, or secretly mobilizing her secret trump card, and these witches were probably one of her countermeasures.
The Shire could not delay for too long, Brando realized at this moment.
The Shire also did not take the initiative to speak. As a former genius of the younger generation of the Highland Mages, he also had extraordinary talent. Everything that Brando could figure out, he naturally already knew. At this moment, he was coping with the changes by remaining unchanged, trying to buy time for Brando as much as possible.
After a moment of silence, the Silver Queen suddenly said, "Wait-" She frowned on the back of the crystal ball, and her voice became suspicious, "The Bugas have never broken their promises, this is not their style of doing things."
Brando's heart sank. He did not expect the Silver Queen to find the problem so quickly. If the other party was just making a choice, then she might have some scruples when she attacked, but if she saw that The Shire was just a fox pretending to be a tiger, then she would definitely go all out.
He quickly took a step back secretly and quietly gestured to Mephisto in mid-air. The latter had returned to the battlefield at this moment after Royell's spell was lifted. Although he had some doubts about the relationship between Brando and the Bugas, when he saw Brando's gesture, he immediately understood.
"There's a misunderstanding, don't worry, I'll explain later, let's carry out the plan first."
The plan was to retreat, and Mephisto immediately put away his sword without hesitation.
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