Manketor was an inconspicuous place in the Wilderness of the Four Territories. It was a beautiful wilderness full of dill and marigold flowers, but it was uninhabited and did not pass through any important trade routes. The wilderness was located on an unknown piece of land. Occasionally, travelers who passed by this place would discover that the sky was high and the clouds were vast. There would always be a lone sacred white stone tablet standing on the horizon.
And that was the Holy White Monument.
A period of history that was known to the world had built up its reputation. More than a thousand years ago, the Four Sages, Flame King Gretel, Wind Queen Saint-ausol, Holy Saint Fanzin, and Earth Sage Elanta led their people here to sign a sacred oath with the Silver Elves, Bugas, Mountain Dwarves, Hazel, Lionmen, and Dragons. They carved their oath on the monument, and in the flames of war that lasted for a hundred years, they finally ended the dark reign of the Miirnas.
Although the Mountain Dwarves, Lionmen, and Hazel withdrew from the covenant one after another, it did not detract from the glory of the Holy Alliance itself. People even compared it to the oath that the people of Order had sworn to fight against the Twilight in the Pale Epic. This covenant not only allowed the people of Iron to become the rulers of this world, but more importantly, it also promised hundreds of years of peace after that.
Although today, the covenant itself had faded a little, and the people of the future had gradually forgotten the glory and integrity of their ancestors. But at least people had not completely forgotten everything in the past. When the Twilight Dragon once again became the enemy of every person of Order in this world, they once again remembered this lonely monument standing in the wilderness.
Since the fourth month of the Year of the Swift, there had been a succession of envoys from all over the world.
The first to arrive were the people of Cruz. Other than the two commanders who had to stay in Babel Fortress, Cruz's envoys were also in the envoys, including Valla, the old Prime Minister, Nidevan, the Duke of Mehotofen, and Duke Ludwig. This lineup was a little too large, and it made the other countries somewhat puzzled.
However, considering that Flame King Gretel was the previous leader of the Sacred Alliance, the actions of the Kirrlutzians were not incomprehensible.
Lastly, the Wind Elves of Saint-ausol had sent out a formation that was almost equal to that of Cruz. Apart from their regent, the Lord of Lorindale, Isdoville, the true crown prince of the Wind Elves, the Hunter siblings, were also present.
Tuman and Fanzin traveled together. Other than the Fanzin Knights that were sent to the south to support Cruz, the Knight Kingdom, Grecius, had sent almost the entire kingdom to the south to enter the Wilderness of Four Territories. Other than participating in the war against the Dusk, the Holy Light Knights and the Supreme Judgement Knight Regiment were escorting a special envoy group into Saint-ausol.
As for the item that the people of Fanzin were escorting, the Templar kept it a secret that even the commander of the Fanzin Knight Regiment in Babel Fortress did not know about it.
Other than the descendants of the three Wise Ones, the envoy group of the undead of Madara was considered light. Other than the Dark Knight Regiment, there was almost no one who was particularly important. However, no one dared to underestimate the commander of the envoy group. This was because the founder of the Dark Empire, the supreme ruler of the undead, would personally lead the group.
When the people of Cruz, Saint-ausol, Fanzin, and the undead of Madara arrived one after another, representatives of countries and organizations from all over the world also arrived one after another. In June, this small wilderness that was previously unknown to people was completely different. Looking down at Manketor from the sky, except for the sacred white stone tablet in the center, it was completely a white sea. There were camps, tents, and fluttering flags.
A month later, on a certain morning in the Month of Flowing Fire, the Dwarf King Califen and his Dwarf Army appeared on the horizon. Three days later, Erouine's White Lion Legion arrived. Since then, the forces of Order had gathered together.
There seemed to be a faint smell of midsummer in the air.
The summer wind from the White Mountain blew across the grassland. Large patches of marigold flowers bowed their heads. Looking from afar, there were waves of grass of different depths. The air was filled with a sweet smell, and wild bees were flying. It was the season when the flowers were at their peak.
Brando stood in the middle of the grassland, quietly looking at the sacred white stone tablet in the sky. The lonely boulder had not been weathered after thousands of years. Legend had it that the oath of the four Wise Ones and the kings of the continent was engraved on the boulder.
A faint light hung down from the sky, enveloping the center of the stone tablet for thousands of meters. It was like a wonderful scene. Even without getting close, Brando could feel the sacred breath in it. It was similar to the oath on the Pale Poem, witnessed by the code of Tiamat. The law of this wilderness responded to the sacred agreement of the ancient kings and maintained its integrity.
He had no doubt that anyone with bad intentions who approached the stone tablet would be rejected by the power of the law. It might even attract the attack of the ancient spirits. This was why this place was still intact after thousands of years.
This was actually a place left behind by a saint.
He looked back. Not far away, Metisha, Mephistopheles, and Andrique were still fighting, but the latter two were obviously at a disadvantage. Brando could see that the Mephistopheles and Andrique's Soul Stealing Cards were very sharp, but the Silver Elf Princess's Pure White Fast Attack was even more terrifying. She raised the alarm and constantly summoned a small batch of Paladin Knight, which made Andrique unable to summon the Vampire Count. And the Light-winged Guardians were even more invincible after absorbing a large amount of mana. Even if they were occasionally torn apart by the Mephistopheles, the sky full of ornithopters under the protection of the Holy White Barrier was even more difficult to deal with than before their masters fell.
The battle fell into a bitter struggle from the beginning. Metisha was not so much a Planeswalker, but more like a dignified and meticulous commander commanding her Knight Legion. Once the derivatives she summoned gained a foothold on the battlefield, all kinds of barriers and buff spells fell on the army, making it harder for the Mephistopheles and Andrique to resist.
This scene of destruction reminded Brando of the Holy Grail Knight in "The Amber Sword." Herritz's Knight was relatively weak in a head-on battle, far inferior to a Warrior or even a Holy Inquisitor. But once the Knight of the Holy Grail had enough time and resources, this kind of superior Knight would be an invincible existence. More importantly, the Knight of the Holy Grail was the best team leader. The battlefield where he could truly display his strength should be in a team battle or even in a guild battle. The title of the strongest Knight was not just for show.
Brando himself was a Warrior, but he liked to team up with this kind of Knight the most. Unfortunately, there were very few Holy Grail Knights in "The Amber Sword." One reason was that the doctrine of the Knight of the Holy Grail was too strict for the players. More importantly, this kind of class was too weak in one-on-one combat.
Metisha's performance made Hao Ren's eyes light up. He had to admit that Metisha's "Holy Offensive" deck was better than the Holy Grail Knight because it was an army in itself, and the Silver Elf princess herself was the best commander. The power of the two combined was multiplied.
It could be said that Mephistopheles and Andrique's "Soul of Light and Darkness" deck in a sense was not inferior to the "Holy Offensive" deck in a sense. The advantage of this deck was that it won through the black and white cycle and lifesteal. Its attack was strange and deadly, like an unkillable shadow. But not only did it have the ability to survive, but with the support of the Lifesteal enchantment, it was more like a black wizard who was good at curses. But unfortunately, the difference in experience between the two was too far away from Metisha, and their tactics were not on the same level. When the latter summoned the legendary archangel, the Dawn Consul, Ourima, it could be said that the victory was already decided.
When the last two forbidden vampire lords were reduced to ashes by Metisha's lance, the Mephistopheles finally shook his head with a bitter smile and removed the enchantment. A layer of gray light in the air shattered, and the vampires turned into bats and disappeared.
"My Lord, Miss Metisha is too powerful …" Mephistopheles did not have blood circulation and did not sweat, but he still kept some of his habits when he was alive. He was panting subconsciously, making him look more like a weak little girl. "We are no match for her."
Andrea also walked over with a straight face. Her originally pale face was now as dark as a stormy cloud.
Although they had not seen each other for a long time, Brando at least knew his subordinate's temper. He quickly comforted her. "Indeed, your deck is more suitable for one-on-one battles. Against stronger opponents, the Holy Offensive is a little inadequate. In comparison, the Soul of Light and Darkness is much better."
The vampire princess glanced at him with a little surprise, and gave him a look that said 'it's good that you understand'.
Brando could not help but shed tears of gratitude.
Mephistopheles stood at the side with a smile, as if he did not care too much about winning or losing. As long as he could be by his lord's side, it was enough to make him happy.
At this time, Metisha also came down from the arena. She tied up her long hair with one hand, and her white forehead was still glistening with sweat. She put her lance aside and looked up at her lord with an extremely gentle smile. "My Lord, how was it?"
Brando was stunned. Metisha and Hipamira returned to Wohnde together with the Seven-Pole Dragon Queen, Fusia. It was said that they first went to Erouine and returned to the Wilderness of the Four Territories. In fact, the three of them left Erouine later than the White Lion Legion, but because of Fusia's powerful strength, they arrived at Mankethor one step ahead of the Dwarf King, Califen.
But this was not the key point. What made Brando a little distracted was that the little Silver Elf princess had changed too much after returning from the trial field. The little princess, who was still a little childish before, had now fully grown up. She was like a blooming lily, with a perfect figure, a pure and flawless temperament, and a snow-white Knight's attire. Coupled with her long silver hair that cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, the princess gradually exuded the charm of a young girl in the most brilliant years of her life.
This unparalleled beauty stunned Brando for a moment. It was not until Amandina coughed from behind that Brando came back to his senses and replied awkwardly, "It's okay. After all, you have some land cards in your deck. If it's just one or two battles, you can still hold on. But the efficiency of 'Nirvana Rebirth' is too low. If it's a more difficult battle, I'm afraid you'll have to prepare more Holy Water in advance. "
The little Silver Elf princess had a mischievous look in her eyes at Brando's distraction, but there was also a faint trace of happiness. She saw that Amandina behind Brando seemed to have something to say, so she obediently walked to the side.
Amandina nodded to her, "The priests of the Holy Cathedral of Fire are already making use of the time to make more Holy Water, but in order to deal with this war, the standard of the Holy Water produced will not be too high. After all, the price of high-grade Holy Water is too high. It may provide a small amount to some of the high-end combat forces of the Order. My Lord, you have the strength, but don't expect too much. "
Amandina arrived with the White Lion Legion three days ago. Although Brando was no longer the Count of Tónigel, many people understood that a considerable part of the Tónigel's upper echelons were only loyal to him, not to mention that Princess Gryphine and Haruz still left him an honorary chairman position in the Noble Council.
But even so, in fact, in order to avoid suspicion, Amandina herself gradually faded out of people's sight. On one hand, she did not care much about it, and on the other hand, she just happened to have more time to pursue her interests and research.
But in front of Brando, she would always be the well-organized Amandina.
Brando looked at Amandina with some guilt. He actually understood that Princess Seifer had her own political ambitions, but she gave up too many things for him, so he could not repay her no matter what.
Fortunately, he finally understood a truth. Some things were like a kind of tie, and not being able to repay it was not necessarily a bad thing, just like family, friendship, and love.
He nodded silently, understanding that what Amandina said was indeed a problem. A truth in this world was that no matter how much money you had, there would always be a day when you spent it all. In fact, the 'inheritance' from the Archbishop Amman had become less and less as time passed, and gradually it was not enough. Although there was still some left, it was all low-grade Holy Water that was useless to him. Before leaving Erouine, he left all of it to Princess Gryphine and the White Lion Legion. In fact, there were only a few bottles of high-grade Holy Water left on him.
"Is there a solution?" Brando asked subconsciously, but then he was startled and realized that he was no longer the Count.
Amandina did not care and replied very naturally: "In fact, the ones who are really good at making Holy Water are the Templars. The priests of Fanzin are far more professional in this aspect than the Holy Cathedral of Fire. There are also the Druids. The Druids are also masters of potions, so it depends on the relationship between the Lord and them."
The Druids were easy to deal with, Brando thought to himself. He had already received news that Sifrid would soon arrive in Mankethor. Now, the little girl he saved back then was already the Chosen of the Goddess of the Forest, and the most likely candidate for the next Great Druid and Prophet of the Ring of the Sky. She had a lot of weight in the Ring of the World and had a lot of say.
And even if this factor was ignored, in fact, because of the battle of the Loop of Trade Winds, his reputation in the Ring of the World was still relatively high.
As for the people of Fanzin, this made Brando feel a little strange.
In fact, these days, the people of Fanzin had come to find him more than once, and the other party's attitude towards him was very strange. Although he was once a member of the Knights of Grecius in "The Amber Sword", that had no connection to this world. But the leader of the Knights of Judgement was very close to him, which made him feel that it was a little strange.
The people of Fanzin seemed to know something.
But since the other party did not say anything, Brando would not easily mention this matter. He looked up at the sky. It was almost time. According to the agreement, the real meeting of the Sacred Alliance should be officially held today.
"Let's go back to the camp." He said.
But at this time, a voice came from afar: "Brando!"
Brando turned his head in surprise and was pleasantly surprised to recognize the person who came. It was Vahina, the daughter of the Duke of Mehotofen. But the Vahina today made Brando slightly unable to recognize her.
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