The battle seemed to have ended as soon as it started.
Eke was almost certain that the people under the black robes were at least Silver Magi. He had expected this to happen, but he did not expect the result.
He was almost certain that Cabot and the others would die on the spot, and he could not help but draw his sword to stop them.
However, the white-haired old man who walked out from behind Cabot just casually pointed his finger, and a few gray rays flashed. The people who were his nightmares turned into a pile of dust.
The young man's jaw dropped. He did not know if he was dreaming or not.
When the old man cast a spell, the Holy Earth Rune appeared on his palm. Even if Eke was ignorant, he knew that there were no more than ten people in Erouine. Among these ten people, they were either high-ranked Magi who had been famous for a long time, or they were lords. The only ones left were the leaders of the Black Tower Council and the Star and Moon Council.
Who was he?
Then he saw Cabot bow and respectfully say to the old man, "Master Fleetwood, thank you for your hard work."
This sentence was like a bolt from the blue, making Eke unable to move forward or backward for a moment, unable to move forward or retreat from the back of the sack. In Erouine, there were many people with the name Fleetwood. However, there was only one person who was qualified to be called a Master.
Fleetwood? Hadwila? Gemmer?
The chief court Magus of Erouine, an elder who had assisted Anson the Seventh for three generations.
Eke's mind was in a mess. He could not understand why he would meet such an important person in such a remote place. It seemed that he was here to help them.
"This … This …" The young man pointed at the old man, "You, you are …"
The old man nodded and admitted his guess. He then replied, "It's a long story, Mister Eke. Let Knight Cabot bring us to a safe place. I'll explain it to you later. "
"Cabot … Knight?" Eke looked at Cabot and felt that the world had been turned upside down.
…
Brando and the others walked along the quiet mountain forest to the east. The rustling footsteps of the team of fifteen shuffled through the thick grass like an invisible snake slithering through the darkness. When they looked back, they could see the sparks of fire in the forest at the foot of the mountain. There used to be a brightly lit campsite there, but now, there were only scattered embers of charcoal in the darkness.
"Our horses are still in the camp, Brando."
This was already the third time she had asked this question. Brando knew that the Roman's heart ached for her little pony, so he couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.
"They will retreat, won't they, Brando?" The merchant lady's eyes sparkled with the light from the fire below the mountain. She turned her head and lifted her chin as she asked.
She knew what Brando meant.
But the Roman was still a soft-hearted girl. Even though she knew that she and her aunt were not welcomed by the villagers, the land where they grew up was still considered their homeland.
That was why she was willing to help Freya rebuild Bucce.
"Only Lady Martha knows about this." Brando answered. Whether or not the Grey Wolves Mercenaries would follow in the footsteps of history was not up to him. Instead, it was up to him whether or not he could influence Makarov's opinion.
"But they know that this is a trap, so they should be more vigilant." The Roman asked: "Brando, didn't you say that Makarov is a smart man?"
"He is too smart." Brando knew that before Makarov became a mercenary, this' Maned Wolf 'was known as the cunning fox. He was once the brains of the Royal Faction's Reformist faction. If not for the political failure eleven years ago, he would not have fallen to this state.
"So they are plotting against each other?" Amandina asked.
"More or less."
"I really don't understand why they are doing this." Amandina could not help but raise another hypothesis: "Could it be that there is a secret in this forest that is tempting enough?"
Brando smiled. There was a secret, but it was not tempting enough. Moreover, the two sides of the conflict did not care about this point. They were concerned about something else.
Amandina saw his smile and immediately asked: "Do you know something, my lord?"
Brando nodded.
"Do you remember the young man we saw a few days ago?" He said: "His real name should be Eke? Lantonilan? Ophelia? "
"That name sounds familiar."
"Naturally, then you should have heard of Kanon? Lantonilan? Ophelia? "
The Roman and the other mercenaries were fine, but Amandina could not help but choke and cough violently. After a long time, she looked up with a pale face and asked while gasping: "Duke Anthony?"
"Eke also has a title, Count Maywak. This is a title with a territory." Brando narrowed his eyes, "It's just that I'm afraid even he doesn't know."
"This is … …" Amandina could not help but ask: "Is it related to the political struggle eleven years ago? Oh right, didn't Duke Anthony's son disappear a long time ago — "
She suddenly stopped talking and looked at Brando with a strange expression.
"My lord, how do you know so much?"
"It's an open secret." Brando said without thinking.
"So, this is … …"
"It's still an open secret. Erouine is no longer the Erouine of the past. Its upper echelons are so old that it's not worth repairing. It's even worse, it's beyond cure. "Brando looked at the noble girl and deliberately said these words in front of her.
"We are not the only ones who have noticed this. Look, Miss Amandina. In less than three months, this country will be torn apart. What you're seeing now is just its final struggle. "
Although these words were not considered treacherous in this world, the ambition contained in them was still obvious.
"Can the Corvado Dynasty still be saved?" Amandina asked. She was still thinking of the name that brought glory to Erouine.
"Maybe there are more." Brendel thought of the Regent Princess.
"What should we do, my lord?" Amandina interrupted his thoughts and asked in a low voice.
"Let's find the Sage Slate first." Brando looked at the rolling mountains in the distance. The mountains intersected with each other, forming different layers of black silhouettes in the dark night. But the young man's gaze seemed to be able to see through these obstacles, as if he had already seen the goal, and answered concisely and powerfully.
The young man led the group to the top of the mountain, and the wind suddenly became stronger. It was as if the air from the southern mountain pass had whistled through the forest and lifted his cloak.
Brando sniffed the wind and stared at the dark and quiet valley on the other side of the mountain. A trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, but it quickly turned into understanding: "It's here. It seems that these people are not joking with me when it comes to key issues."
When the others heard this exclamation, they all turned to look at him.
"Do you see the valley below?"
"Is there a problem?" The Roman asked curiously.
"Hmm … …" Brando stretched out a hand from under his cloak and pointed at the valley. But when they looked in the direction he pointed, all they saw was a layer of black carpet that was spread out along the mountain walls on both sides of the forest. But the young man turned his head, and a layer of light flashed in his eyes: "Have you heard of altars?"
"Altars?"
"Altars … …" The Roman answered seriously: "When I was young, I saw the altar in the Temple of Flames with my aunt. Is it like that?"
"Of course not."
"Then you should have heard of the 'nest', right?"
Everyone was silent. This was natural.
"There should be a nest in that valley."
"What?"
The mercenary captain standing behind him was shocked. Everyone knew that nests were the war potential of a country. But very few people knew that except for man-made nests, wild nests were dangerous forbidden zones. In fact, humans often had to pay a great price to purify a nest.
"What level is the nest?" He asked immediately.
"Don't be nervous." Brando signaled him to be quiet. He looked at the entire valley and paused for a moment: "That is an altar of order. If I'm not wrong, it is the Temple of Truth."
"An altar of order?"
"Have you heard of the Gate of Heaven?"
The mercenaries sucked in a breath of cold air. The Mercenaries of Lopes came from the Kingdom of Knights, Gareth, and naturally understood what this term meant. The Nightsong Tiger looked at the confused faces of Amandina and the Roman, and explained in a low voice: "The Angel of Thrones."
Amandina gasped and looked at Brando in disbelief. The Kingdom of Knights was less than a fifth of Erouine's land, but its strength was the strongest among the Kingdoms of the Holy Church. This was because it had two of the strongest legions in Wohnde.
The Fanatical Heart Knight Legion and the Radiant Royal Legion.
In the last Holy War, Erouine, as a subordinate of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, had suffered many losses at the hands of these two legions.
The Nightsong Tiger looked at him in disbelief and stuttered: "My lord, are you saying that there is a Gate of Heaven in this valley?"
Brando immediately shook his head. What a joke, there was no way he would be able to discover a Gate of Heaven in this valley. The Gate of Heaven was also known as the Angel's Staircase, and the creatures that were born from it were known as the strongest creatures of the Holy Church, the 'Angel of Thrones'. Moreover, as long as there was a Gate to Heaven, there would be abnormal signs in the sky within a hundred miles. With such obvious signs, unless the local Holy Cathedral of Fire was extremely retarded, there was no way he would be able to get a share of the pie.
"No, there is an Altar of Order below that is similar to the Gate of Heaven." Brando replied.
"Similar?" The mercenary leader was stunned. Although he was the embodiment of the most legendary mercenary in history, he was not a knowledgeable scholar. The nests of all the creatures in this world were in the hands of those in power or local aristocrats. Most people had only heard rumors about them, but most people had neither the qualifications nor the opportunity to understand them.
"You're saying that this is a nest under the protection of Lady Martha?" Amandina keenly grasped Brando's meaning.
Brando was taken aback. Even though he had the idea in his mind, he could not help but use the words in the game when he spoke. It could only be said that Sophie's personality always held the initiative when it came to quests and storylines.
He smiled bitterly and nodded his head.
"If that's the case, then it's also a great discovery." The Nightsong Tiger immediately said. Because wild nests were too difficult to purify, transforming a nest that was contaminated with magic was not something that could be done in a day. The entire process could take up to ten or twenty years.
However, nests under the protection of Martha were different. They were gifts from God to the world, and the creatures of Order that were born from them were natural allies of intelligent beings. Often, the owner of the nest only needed to pay for the daily expenses and a small reward, and the owner of the nest could obtain a powerful army from the Altar of Order.
Therefore, in any kingdom, as long as they reported any Altar of Order to the Holy Cathedral of Fire, they would be able to obtain a rich territory that was close to three or four Knight Dominions.
And it was a hereditary territory.
Amandina, who was always calm, became excited when she thought of this. She looked at Brando.
But Brando waved his hand: "You're thinking too much. That's just an abandoned altar."
"Abandoned?" Amandina was stunned, but she quickly asked: "How do you know, my lord?"
Brando did not answer. He already knew that there was an Altar of Order in this direction, but he did not know the specific location. With his experience, if he could not confirm this point at this distance, then he would have lived in vain.
He had once joined the Kingdom of Knights, Grace, as a player. Even before he came to this world, he was still a player. Therefore, he was all too familiar with the sacred and tranquil aura that permeated a certain range around the Altar of Order.
What's more, a light screen had popped up in his vision earlier, indicating that he had entered the range of the 'Sanctuary'.
As for why he knew that it was' abandoned ', wasn't it written in the guide?
… …
The group went down the valley. The side of the slope that they slid down seemed to have blocked out all the sounds from the other side. The valley was silent, and even the most common sound of insects in the summer could not be heard.
Walking in the dark forest under the starlight, there were no obvious paths in the forest between the valleys. The group walked in the rugged, mossy forest, looking left and right, occasionally seeing flashes of light in the darkness.
Those were the eyes of fireflies, or just the eyes of animals.
It was not the first time that Amandina and Roman traveled at night, so although they were nervous, they were not too afraid. The Mercenaries of Lopes were even more calm. If the legendary mercenaries who had braved through fire and water were afraid of the dark, it would be too funny.
But the environment here was indeed a little strange.
"I wasn't the one who discovered this altar." With the help of the dim starlight, Brendel saw some man-made rock fragments gradually appearing on the ground of the moss-covered forest where the roots intertwined with each other.
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