Countless people were fascinated by this legend, but countless adventurers lost their lives in the forest south of Chablis. Every year, there would be people claiming to have seen the Fountain of Life, but most of the time, these rumors were proven to be false. Over time, the legend of the Fountain of Life became a legend in the southern region of Erouine.
Brando knew that there was indeed a Fountain of Life in the southern region of Erouine, but it was not in the Tosankade Forest, but in the Black Forest further south. He had been looking for the Fountain of Life, but its whereabouts were uncertain. It did not stay in one place forever, and it was hard to find it.
It was normal for him to lose his composure in the face of such a legendary item. Brando was not surprised by his reaction. "Don't worry. If we're lucky enough to see the Fountain of Life, everyone will be able to benefit from it."
Hearing Brando's words, Haynf finally calmed down. "Don't worry about me, Mr. Sophie. I'll be satisfied if I can see the Fountain of Life from afar."
This was not an exaggeration. The Fountain of Life was not an inanimate object. If it did not like something, it would choose to avoid it.
But this time, it might not be the Fountain of Life that they saw.
The forest suddenly opened up in front of him, and a ruined city appeared in front of him. Or more accurately, it was the ruins of a city. Scattered stone foundations and broken wooden structures were buried between the vines and weeds, but he could still vaguely see the old crisscrossing roads, showing the scene before the passage of time.
"This is the Lost City!" Haynf blurted out.
It was said that the slaves in the mines south of the Tosankade Forest had fled here after a riot. As time passed, it gradually became a city. It was only when the Southern Legion attacked this place that the local refugees gave up on the city and fled south into the depths of the Black Forest.
One of those people built the present-day Malloch, and this ruined city was described as a ghost city that disappeared in the forest. For the past one or two centuries, the legends about it had been shrouded in mystery. But in fact, it had always been there, and adventurers would occasionally pass by.
This city was originally called 'Barbe', and Cohen's group had passed by this place when they were on their way to Silman. Later, he mentioned this in a letter to Tónigel, and said that this place was not as strange as it was rumored to be.
Brando naturally knew this better than anyone else. He raised his hand to stop Haynf from speaking and said in a low voice, "There are people inside."
Adventurers often passed by this city, and it was not strange for someone to set up camp in the ruins, but Brendel heard the sounds of fighting.
There were people in the ruins, and they were people that Brando recognized.
Four wizards were alternating positions, constantly casting spells behind a broken wall. Their grey cloaks had been taken off, revealing robes covered with silver patterns and runes. They were chanting, and silver beams of light shot out from their ivory staffs, hitting the broken wall and sending dust flying.
Angry roars were heard in the smoke, and from time to time, a red shield flashed, as if something was trapped and was in a desperate situation.
However, all of a sudden, a huge rock flew out from the smoke and dust. A Magus was caught off guard and was hit by the rock. Just as the silver radiance of magic emerged from his body, he was sent flying and crashed into the ruins behind him.
The sorcerer quickly crawled out from the dust and rubble. There was a silver sphere of light around him. The power of magic had saved his life, but even so, he was no longer as graceful as before. His ivory staff had been broken into two pieces, and the hood on his head had been torn apart. It hung down on both sides, revealing a shiny bald head full of silver tattoos.
The wizard raised his head angrily, and on his thin face was a pair of strange silver eyes. There was only the white of his eyes, and there were no pupils.
Seeing this scene from afar, Rolant walked out from the ruins where he was hiding, looking a little restless.
The wizards had made too much noise, and the nearby area was not far from Marlowe, so there were often adventurers passing by. He did not expect the lizard to be so difficult to deal with.
He was considering whether he should help, but at this moment, a shadow flashed in front of him. Rolant saw a person jump over the wall and land in the courtyard where he was hiding.
He was shocked and instinctively drew his sword, but when he took a closer look, he realized that it was the useless brother of his classmate in Tónigel. "Haynf, it's you!"
"Rolant?" Haynf was also puzzled. He did not expect the person here to be Rolant. "Why are you here?"
"That's none of your business." Rolant saw another person jump over the wall and enter the courtyard. It was the adventurer he saw the other day. He could not help but despise him, thinking that Haynf, this useless fellow, really mixed up with all kinds of people. Then, two young ladies jumped down from the wall. Rolant looked at them and coldly replied, "Haynf, this is not a place you should be. You'd better get lost."
"This is also not your territory." Ling also coldly replied, "What right do you have to say that?"
Haynf was a little embarrassed. Rolant's father's status was much higher than his own, and he was a traditional noble with a fief. Without the support of the princess, he did not dare to offend him.
If it was any other time, he would have backed down by now. But for some reason, he looked at Brendel with a gaze that seemed to be at the mercy of the gods.
"Because I'm Rolant, the son of the Redbud Count." Rolant did not care about Haynf at all. He sneered at Ling and said, "Little girl, there are no whys in this world."
"What a Redbud Count. So the nobles of Erouine have learned how to bully the weak." Brando's voice calmly sounded, "But there are no nobles in a land without a king. Arrogant young people are no different from anyone in this Dark Forest. Death will always be silent and nameless."
Although Haynf looked at Brando, he did not expect the latter to say such bold words. Especially the tone of the first half of the sentence, it almost made people think that he was the king of Erouine. However, when he thought of the scene in the inn, he felt that it was only natural for a person with such an imposing aura to say something like that.
Rolant was also astonished, but he quickly reacted. He felt that it was ridiculous that a mere adventurer dared to threaten him, "Haha, kill me? With just the two of you? Adventurer, you can try. But if you make a move against a noble, you'd better be prepared to bear the consequences. "
While Haynf was having a headache over the two sides not giving in, Brando raised his head and looked into the distance. He felt a strong wave of magic coming from that direction.
A moment later, a Magus in a silver robe flew over from that direction and landed beside Rolant.
"What's the matter?" The Magus heard Rolant's wild laughter and could not help but ask in an unfriendly tone.
"There are a few adventurers who entered by mistake." Facing this Magus, Rolant's arrogance was restrained. He expressionlessly turned around and said to Haynf, "Haynf, for the sake of your brother, I'll give you one last chance. Now scram!"
"Someone you know?"
"Er … … It's my classmate's brother. His father is an attendant of the royal family. He's not a small noble." Rolant hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully.
"The princess's men?" The Magus frowned, "Then there's no need to go through so much trouble. Just kill them."
"Sir Magus, wait."
The moment the Magus said kill, Haynf reacted and pulled out his sword. However, the Magus remained unmoved and raised the ivory staff in his hand.
At the same time, Brendel raised his hand as well. He did not seem to make any movements, but the staff flew out of the wizard's hand and landed firmly in his hand.
At that moment, everyone was stunned.
Except for the sisters Ling and Lian.
Haynf, who was holding his sword, froze in place. At this moment, his mind was in a mess. There was only one thought, and that was that the young man he was traveling with was actually a Sir Magus!
On the other hand, Rolint's thoughts were even more complicated. His face contorted as he looked at this scene. He knew better than anyone else where these Magi came from. Moreover, the one beside him was the leader of the four, yet he had his magic staff snatched away from him with just a raise of his hand. That was something that Magi viewed as important as a spellbook, something that was even more important than their lives.
This was simply a fantasy!
The Magus who had his staff snatched away was stunned. He looked at his empty hand in disbelief and subconsciously clenched his fist, as if this was a terrifying illusion.
Only Brando was calm and composed, as if this scene was nothing to him. He looked at the exquisite ivory staff in his hand, and his face was gloomy. He raised his head and asked, "What did you say just now? Say it again?"
His question directly ignored Rolant, who was at the side. It was as if he was the leader of the group, but at this moment, everyone present felt that it was only right and proper.
It was as if this adventurer was born with this kind of power.
After a short moment of absent-mindedness, the opposing Magus finally felt this overwhelming power. He finally realized that this was not an absurd nightmare, but a reality that was happening right in front of him. Although he did not understand why he had inexplicably kicked an iron plate, the most important thing right now was to preserve his life.
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