Because Fang Qi had always been in the hands of Tarkus and Incirsta, they naturally did not dare to act rashly and endured. When Brando saw the two of them again, he almost could not recognize them.
The two of them seemed to have aged ten years in a few days. Even their wrinkles had increased a lot, and they looked like they had reached the age of old.
When the two of them saw Brando, they showed a look of horror at the same time. Obviously, the battle at Rosaleen Port had left an indelible shadow in their hearts, especially the last confrontation between Brando and the Holy Jade Sword. That was almost beyond the imagination of mortals.
Looking at the two of them, Brando knew that these two guys could not stir up any waves. At least in front of him, they did not dare to act rashly. He motioned to Tarkus to ignore the two of them and just keep an eye on Fang Qi.
As for the latter, since coming out of Gussel Port, his originally arrogant nature had been restrained a lot. He did not dare to provoke him again. Brando saw a few times that the latter looked like he wanted to say something to him, but in the end, he held back.
He did not mind communicating with the other party, but when he thought of Delfien's instructions, he smiled and suppressed his thoughts. He thought that with this guy's funny temper, it would be good to keep him under control.
In this way, Brando and Huang Huo, together with the unfathomable daughter of the prime minister, the smuggler Na Xin and his son, and the undead of Madara who were obviously not on the same side as them.
In addition, there were the common captives of both sides — the successor of the Ghost Chariot Clan and their genius of this generation, their two great elders, and many sailors and servants. Finally, there was the female Knight and her party, who also obviously had other thoughts. Such a group of people with different thoughts gathered together at this moment.
The skeletons in front of them had already explored the way. In the depths of the cave was a relatively narrow cave, but it was still dry. The terrain gradually went up, as if it was connected to somewhere else.
The Knight followed behind, holding rosin torches. The flames were bright and dark, gradually outlining the outline of the cave. This was obviously a cave eroded by water. It might have originally flowed through an underground river. The underground river eroded the limestone here thousands of times, forming a complex cave system. In some places, it almost spiraled upward. The smooth stone surface or protruded from the surrounding stone walls, forming a cluster of beautiful stalactites.
Such a scene was amazing at first, but after a long time, it was inevitable that it would be boring. Brando initially thought that they would be able to walk out of the cave in a quarter of an hour, but he did not expect to walk for a few hours. The cave was narrow at first, and they had to line up in a long line along the narrow path. But later, it gradually became wider. The walls of the cave expanded in all directions, almost forming an open underground space.
Moreover, it formed a precipice on one side. Looking from that direction, it was pitch black. Below the precipice was almost an abyss, and the light of the torch could not illuminate the end at all. Tarkus threw a stone down, and after a while, he heard the echoes of the stone. Brando extended his Line of Law downward and found that there was an underground lake below, at least two or three hundred feet above the surface.
As he continued to move forward, he heard the sound of water coming from the darkness. Although he couldn't see the direction, he could tell that it was a waterfall. It seemed that the original underground water had changed its course here and poured into the underground lake. But this underground space was frighteningly large. The pirates who originally stayed here would not have not discovered it. This was simply a natural hiding place. He now began to doubt his previous judgment.
The previous port was a little too clean. With such a large hiding place, the pirates could not have completely ignored it. But where did they go?
Brando did not know that while he was thinking about this problem, a few hundred meters away, on the other side of the cliff in the darkness, between two stalactites, there was a pair of eyes looking over here.
The dark eyes reflected the distant light of the fire. The owner of the eyes did not necessarily see Brando and the others clearly, but the light of such a bright torch was enough to spread far in the darkness. He stayed in place for a moment, then put a handful of beans in his mouth, chewed a few times, and turned to leave.
The man nimbly slid down a stone slope, as if the darkness was nothing to him. He circled around the stalactites a few times, found one of the caves, and quickly went in. He did not go far before a faint light came from the front.
Seeing the light, the man narrowed his eyes and quickened his pace. He walked to the corner and saw the scene in the cave where the light came from. It was a small stronghold. There were a few beds in the cave, and there were even more hammocks hanging in the air. A few cabinets filled every inch of the walls in the cave, and there were a few boxes scattered between the cabinets and the beds.
Inside the cave, a few candles were lit, and there were more than a dozen people sitting on the beds. When the man barged in, the others looked back warily in his direction.
The man ignored them and shouted, "Big Sister … Lady White Mist, an outsider has barged in."
Everyone turned their heads and looked into the depths of the cave. There was a cloth curtain there, and beside the stove outside the cloth curtain, there was a furry white cat curled up in a coiled position.
When the cat heard the voice, it looked up and narrowed its eyes at the man.
"Oh, another fat sheep has come in?"
White Mist licked her whiskers and narrowed her eyes.
"Where did they come from? Are they from Sopa Lache? Or are they other pirates? Or are they hiding from those who have lost their names? "
"I don't know," the man replied. "But their team is a little strange."
"How so?"
"I see Madara skeletons, and there seems to be people from Nine Phoenix, and some foreigners."
"Why would Madara skeletons be with people from Nine Phoenix? I think it's the tyrant of the Ghost Chariot Clan from Swift Plains, Big Sister."
The pirates immediately started to clamor.
"Shut up," White Mist snapped. If not for the fact that she needed these people to help her gather information about Soparache and Elm Harbor, she would have thrown them into the sea to feed the fishes. Furthermore, she would not kill a single one of them wrongly. But if not for the fact that she had to take care of Hipamira who was injured and unable to move, she would not have needed these people. She would have gone to Sopa Lache or Elm Harbor to gather information about Brando.
But at least they were still useful for now. As an ancient witch spirit, White Mist did not have much sympathy for humans.
These days, she let these pirates go out to sea to help her plunder necessary supplies, food, and water, mainly for Magadal and Hipamira, and she did not feel guilty at all. It was also for this reason that she instructed these people to avoid the lost names outside. Although she did not know what happened to Wohnde, as a witch spirit with thousands of years of experience, it was easy for her to recognize those damn things.
It was for this reason, and the severe punishment she had given to these unruly gentlemen, that she had at this moment established a rudimentary authority in the community.
A pirate group with a cat as their captain, it would be a joke if word got out.
However, these gentlemen, the gentlemen of the sea, did not dare to laugh. In fact, when White Mist coldly spat out the two words' shut up ', these two words produced the appropriate deterrent force they should have. Sure enough, the cavern became absolutely silent.
Compared to a witch who had mastered ancient dark knowledge, the pirates' childish tricks were nothing. The witches weren't joking when they said they could pull out someone's tendons and skin them. That unlucky pirate was still hanging outside after being dried by the wind.
"Go and find out who it is. Don't kick an iron plate, I'm too lazy to come out and save you."
The pirates nodded repeatedly.
But at this time, the curtain behind her was suddenly gently lifted by a hand, and the Silver Elf Princess Metisha came out from inside, holding the wall. Her face was a little pale, but she spoke very firmly.
"White Mist, I can feel the Lord."
"What did you say?"
"My Lord, he is very close to us. My Planeswalker authority has detected him, and my Lord must have detected me too …"
"Really?"
Brando did indeed feel the presence of Metisha at this moment.
To be precise, he felt the existence of his secondary authority, and then he realized that it was the Silver Elf Princess, and then he felt the presence of Hipamira.
The shock was no small matter. He stopped almost immediately, almost causing Delphine, who was behind him, to bump into him. The prime minister's daughter was stunned. She raised her head to look at him and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?
"What's wrong?"
"I can feel Metisha." Brando replied.
"My Lord …?" Metisha's soft voice was immediately transmitted through their telepathic connection: "Is it really you?"
Her voice was full of surprise.
"Metisha." Brando was very excited, and he was worried about his subordinates who were left in Rushta. So many things happened after the Moon Fall, and no one knew what happened to them in the end: "Are you okay? Where are Charles and the others? Why are you here? Weren't you teleported away? "
He fired off a barrage of questions in rapid succession.
Metisha paused for a moment.
She was about to answer.
But suddenly, her voice became cold, as if she had turned into the little princess in Chablis: "It's you, Lady Delfien —"
Brando felt a cold wind blow on his back.
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