This situation continued until the end of their journey in the dark underground. At first, Brando had to take on the responsibility of carrying the prime minister's daughter forward. Delfien seemed to be grateful for this, but it was not long before her disguise was mercilessly exposed by Metisha.
The Silver Elf princess decisively lightened the burden of her lord and carried Delfien forward. But for some reason, the prime minister's daughter's expression seemed to become worse.
Brando pretended not to see the open and covert struggle between the little princess and Delfien. When he led everyone out of the valley, he found that the entrance of the cave had been tightly sealed by the vegetation outside.
So he had to pull out Oderfeiss to cut off the vines and pull them apart. Thousands of mottled insects of various colors scattered as if they were fleeing for their lives. The cave was filled with screams again.
Only Huang Huo bent down, picked up a beetle expressionlessly, and handed it to Hipamira behind her. "Thank you, Huang Huo." Hipamira skillfully took out a bottle and put the beetle in. She now had three such bottles, two of which contained spiders and one of which contained her prawns.
In short, the other ladies had kept a respectful distance from Miss Priestess and Huang Huo.
Fang Qi stood behind the ladies with a solemn face.
Brando did not look at this scene. After he parted the grass, his face immediately became solemn. White Mist jumped down from Incirsta's arms. Delfien, the incompetent maid, lost her sense of existence the next day because of the spiders. She walked out of the cave beside Brando's feet.
She looked up and squinted her eyes.
What both of them saw was a sky full of fog.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation The fog from Tauri Strait had exceeded everyone's imagination. On the map, they were already in the south of Soparache, in a valley about a hundred miles away from the port. However, the visibility in the valley was less than ten meters. Beyond ten meters, it was a vast expanse of whiteness. Steep cliffs extended forward in the dense vegetation on both sides, vaguely revealing the outline of a valley.
Incirsta followed the two of them out. He saw the scene and shrugged, and was about to say something. In fact, he had been voicing his opinion along the way. Compared to the taciturn Tarkus, this guy was simply a chatterbox.
But Brando knew that this future star of Madara was just distracting him. Tarkus wanted him to go to Somia, and not Deadwater Bay or Mansola.
He looked back at Tarkus, and the warning look in his eyes forced him to swallow his words. At this time, there was a rustling sound from the grass, and Metisha, Tarkus, and Magadal also came out from behind Incirsta.
Brendel gestured for them to keep quiet, and then pointed to the front. Everyone saw that in the dense fog in front of them, there was a group of people and horses moving forward. It was a vast expanse of white, like ghosts, moving silently and unsteadily. Even though they were only a dozen meters away, no one turned back to look at them.
Everyone suddenly felt the hair on their body stand up, including Incirsta and Tarkus. No one in the world did not feel the mystery and fear of the Lost Names.
Brando motioned for the others to return to the cave, and then he took a look at the long line of Lost Names, and followed them back.
The situation in the valley could be said to be both unexpected and within his expectations. Otherwise, he would not have insisted on finding the pirate's lair.
Marching in the dark was boring, but it helped them a lot. From the area of Sopa Lache Fjord to the nearby inland area, it was all rugged mountain roads. They could not move faster than the spreading fog, and it was hopeless to think about walking more than a hundred miles under these messy things.
But he was a little surprised that the fog could spread so quickly inland. He asked the White Fog Lady's advice for insurance, but he did not expect it to be a prophecy. Now it seemed that he really had to consider the possibility of going deep into the fog.
"What should we do?" Incirsta saw him coming back, and after a long time, he choked out this sentence.
Brando shook his head. There were only two possibilities in front of him.
The best choice was undoubtedly to go west to the port cities of Deadwater Bay or Mansola, so that they could keep parallel to the direction of the army of the Lost Names and avoid running into the center of the fog.
Then they could also take a ship from Mansola or Deadwater Bay, and it would be convenient for them to go to Erouine or Phoenix Fire and return to the Green Jade Hill.
But there was a huge problem here, that was, they did not know the current situation of Mansola and Deadwater Bay. Had it become the same situation as Goussel and Sopa Lache there? Was there the same fog on the sea?
No one could say for sure.
The other way was to go north, and enter places like Somia or the Bone Dragon Cliff as Incirsta and the others hoped. The former was the hometown of the Skeleton Lord Kabias, who he killed in Castle Abies, and was one of Madara's largest territories in the south of the Sea of the Dying Moon. The latter was said to have a Bone Dragon tomb, but unfortunately, because it was a forbidden zone for players, it had always been a rumor.
Both of these places were deep in the hinterland of Madara. Incirsta and Tarkus originally wanted him to choose this path because it was actually the only way to cross Madara by land. If they took this path, then going to the Realm of Eternal Death would be an inevitable choice.
And if he chose to take a ship from Deadwater Bay or Mansola to Erouine, the other party's plan would obviously be in vain.
But now, even Tarkus and Incirsta, who were most eager for Brando to choose this path, had to carefully consider whether taking this path would lead them to encounter the army of the Lost Names, and what would happen after that, no one could say for sure.
And Brando also knew that if the white fog was not wrong, the Crystal Clusters seemed to be attacking Madara in this direction.
In other words, if he chose this path, he might really have to go to the battlefield.
Brando opened the map, and Delfien immediately took the turpentine torch from the skeleton soldier beside her, supported herself against the wall, and went over to illuminate the former.
Brando looked up at her, and the pale face of the prime minister's daughter was covered with fine beads of sweat. He shook his head and felt that Delfien did not have to do this at all, but she seemed to be deliberately trying to torture him.
With this thought in mind, he looked at the map carefully.
Although he did listen to the white fog lady's advice, it meant that they had to plunge into the fog without a clue. The white fog lady only asked him to see the war between the Crystal Clusters and the undead, not to let them face the Lost Names head-on. This was obvious.
If they could avoid it, of course, it was best to avoid it.
"Which path?"
He asked.
"Somia."
It was Delfien who answered him.
Brendel raised his head and looked at the Prime Minister's daughter. From her light purple eyes, he could tell what she was thinking. She still had not given up on that thing — the mystery of the emerald — even under such circumstances.
Although he always knew that the other party was almost unreasonable in her bigotry, the resolute answer of the prime minister's daughter still gave him a different kind of shock.
In a sense, this could be said to be madness, but it also had a different kind of charm.
"Is it in that place?"
This time it was Metisha who spoke. The little Silver Elf princess stared at Delfien with her silver eyes, her serious expression was the same as when she argued with the prime minister's daughter in Rushta.
In this world, other than his own life, Brando had never hidden anything from four people, and that was the Roman, Allium Japonicum, Metisha, and Amandina. The former fled with him from Bucce, and was the first woman he saw when he came to this world. She had always been the most tolerant of him, and her position in his heart was even higher than his mother in this world.
In this aspect, the War Goddess' position in Brando's heart was slightly inferior. Although they had gone through thick and thin together, Brando's impression of Freya was more of a pity. He did not want the War Goddess of Erouine to walk down the same path again in the future, and this was very similar to his hope for Princess Gryphine.
Although he could feel the feelings from the girl in Bucce, and also understood her trust in him, Freya was too serious and resolute, and some things were not suitable for him to say to her. Just like how he felt about Erouine, the princess, and the Royal Faction, he did not tell her everything.
As for Allium Japonicum, there was no need to say much. In this world, perhaps the only person who understood him the most was the female Knight from the Grey Mountain, and the other soul in her body.
The latter had always been the commander of his subordinates, and Amandina could be said to be his most trusted aide. Since the establishment of Abies, most of his plans were carried out by the two of them, so he would not hide any details of his plans from the two ladies.
Therefore, he had also told Metisha about the mystery of the Emerald Heart early in the morning, and this matter was related to a small episode that he regretted a lot. That was when he told Metisha about the details of the Emerald Heart, he accidentally let the latter beat around the bush and told her that he was tricked into bed by Delfien with Hoffward's golden wine.
Brando could swear that he never thought that the Silver Elf princess would have so many thoughts, and he thought that she was just asking a routine question. In the end, he did not even know what he had said, but Metisha had already guessed the whole story thoroughly.
In fact, he had already begun to suspect that Medissa and her sister weren't half-sisters at all. Instead, they were a pair of biological sisters.
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