Brendel's gaze fell silently on the quiet valley below, and did not disperse.
While the Tree Shepherds were inevitably plotting against them, he was also looking for a way to break out of the situation. 'Maned Wolf' Makarov had successfully deceived him, the Tree Herders, and even the players who participated in the plot. He had cleverly sent Duke Loen's only son out of danger.
The cunning fox was a step ahead, but he was not easy to deal with after gathering enough information. He stopped and tapped his chin with his knuckles. He was confident that his wisdom came from the accumulation of experience from the previous players, and the wisdom of a group of people was always greater than that of a single person.
The water was muddied, but the fish would not necessarily swim with the current.
Makarov probably wouldn't have dreamt that there was an altar of order that had been abandoned for two hundred years in this quiet northern forest.
But just like what Brando said to Amandina, he was not the first to discover this altar.
In the First Era, before the Year of Separation (100 years), Erouine and the monks of the Holy Cathedral of Fire had discovered this altar. But in less than a century, this altar had mysteriously disappeared from all records, as if it had never existed in the first place.
But players were still players, and those who participated in the plot only used a little bit of clues to uncover the entire 'story' from the dusty history. But they probably did not expect that the series of investigations they did out of interest would end up benefiting Brando.
Amandina probably noticed that her lord was distracted, and followed his gaze to the dense forest canopy below. But she did not discover anything even after looking for a long time.
She turned back to look at Brando, and noticed the seriousness on his face. She wisely did not speak again.
She had guessed that if Makarov was willing to trap his own people, there was no reason why he would not drag them down with him. She snorted in her heart and subconsciously placed Duke Loen's faction in the list of unwelcome nobles.
The group gradually descended into the valley.
The two Mercenaries of Lopes walked in front to clear the path. Their swords made a rustling sound as they chopped down on the branches. Occasionally, the surface of the swords reflected the starlight, and the bright light dazzled everyone's eyes.
He paid 2 Wealth Points from his storage to maintain the 'Mercenaries of Lopes' card on the field. Then, he checked the resources that he could use, including the 10 points of Water EP that he had saved up in the past few weeks, as well as nearly 150 points of Wealth. That was enough. He raised his head and narrowed his eyes.
The young man saw that his summoned creature had stopped.
The two mercenaries looked at each other, unable to believe what they saw. They stopped and turned back to look at Brendel. "My Lord, there's …"
"What is it?"
The Nightsong Tiger asked sternly. These two mercenaries were the most inexperienced in his team, and he had intended to train them, but he did not expect their performance to make him feel ashamed. As he spoke, he strode forward and parted the shrubs in front of him, as if to make up for the mistakes of his subordinates.
But in the next moment, he was stunned.
Behind the dense forest was an open grassland. The grassland was at least the size of three football fields, and a temple covered with vines stood quietly in the middle of it.
The Nightsong Tiger took a deep breath and raised his head. He could almost imagine how magnificent this majestic building was under the sun in the past, because even now, he could vaguely see the past glory of this temple through the dense foliage.
Its structure was very simple. It was a cylindrical temple that rose up from the ground, and the arched roof shone with a white marble light under the moonlight.
But its size made up for its simplicity. It was close to sixty feet tall, and it stood in the middle of the open space like the shadow of a giant.
Brando stopped and looked at the exterior of the temple from the outside. From the style, there was no doubt that it belonged to the Elven Goddess. Unfortunately, the Elven Goddess had already turned into the stars in the sky according to her own will. What was left in this world was only their will and laws to change this world.
The Gods rarely interfered in the mortal world, and it was because of this that these noble existences were revered by the creatures on the ground.
However, after losing the protection of the divine power, the temple inevitably lost its former glory. Brando saw that the southern part of the temple had collapsed, and he did not know how many years it had been since he last visited it.
"Ah!" The merchant girl who came up from behind let out a small gasp.
"This is … …" Amandina was also stunned.
"This is the Silver Elves' Holy Temple." Brando was used to seeing the magnificent and majestic buildings in the game. The Elves, Dwarves, and Winged Tribes were natural masters of architecture, and their cities were majestic and shocking. He was only dazed for a moment, and recovered from the shock of seeing this temple for the first time: "This was originally the royal tomb of the Silver Elves, and even after that, the humans did not renovate this place."
Unlike the forest elves, the humans had always treated the silver elves as their strongest ally. This relationship had been maintained ever since the defeat of the Dark Dragon in the War of the Holy Saints. The commoners still had this understanding of the silver elves, which was why they were so precious.
"The royal tomb?" Amandina turned her head: "How did the royal tomb become an altar?"
"Because the Silver Elven Kings made a solemn oath when they were alive, and were willing to use their eternal lives to protect their homeland. After the Elven Goddess Shaye communicated with Lady Martha, their Heroic Spirits were allowed to stay here forever. "
"A nest of Heroic Spirits?" Amandina asked.
Brando nodded.
"How did it get abandoned?"
"On the surface, it was because of the war. In reality, it was because the Elven Kings were unwilling to participate in the war between humans. Erouine's people almost angered Martha, and the truth of the matter was covered up. "Brando looked back at Amandina and the Roman:" You will not find a single record of this in any of the kingdom's documents. "
The two girls nodded in unison. They did not ask how Brando knew this, and they knew that the answer would be 'the truth of the history recorded by the wizards'!
"There's still room for this altar to be reactivated." Brendel's words shocked everyone once again.
"What?"
"Don't get too excited, it's just a possibility." But only he knew that if the guide did not lie. The possibility of reactivation was 100%. But because of the restrictions of the storyline quest, the 'creatures' that were created could only exist for 30 days. But 30 days was more than enough for the quest.
Amandina and the Nightsong Tiger were excited after hearing Brando's words. This was a nest of creatures, and even if it was only a possibility of reactivation, the benefits behind this' possibility 'were too great.
This information was like a shining treasure chest in front of everyone. It could be filled with gold, silver, and jewels, or it could be empty. But in front of such a treasure chest, most people would not be able to remain calm.
The Nightsong Tiger licked his lips and asked in a low voice: "What should we do, my lord?"
Brando looked at them and pointed at the two mercenaries behind him: "You two are Elementalists, right?"
"Yes, my lord." The two mercenaries nodded in unison.
"Do you have crossbowmen?"
"Yes." The Nightsong Tiger immediately pointed at four people: "Is that enough?"
"Yes." Brando said as he took out a coil of rope from his backpack: "Four of you, come with me, I'll arrange the battle strategy."
Amandina frowned: "Is there going to be a battle?"
"Don't worry, it's just a small Ghost Knight." Brando saw the Nightsong Tiger's face turn green when he finished speaking. He was surprised and asked: "What's wrong?"
"My lord, did you say 'a small … … Ghost Knight'?" The Nightsong Tiger asked with a strange expression.
Brando coughed and remembered that the Ghost Knight was not worth mentioning, but it was a true level 35 Elite Undead. Even the guide had stated that there had to be at least twenty level 20 Warriors in order to deal with the Ghost Knight.
However, that guide was a product from before the Middle Ages of the game. By his time, the players' mindset had already changed. He had at least nine out of ten ways to deal with the Ghost Knight.
Brando comforted the Nightsong Tiger: "Don't worry too much, the Ghost Knight has a fatal weakness. Just listen to my orders, and it won't be difficult to deal with it."
The Nightsong Tiger looked at his lord doubtfully. If it was a normal mercenary, he would have turned around and left already. Ghost Knights were one of the scariest creatures in the legends of the wilderness. Rumor had it that they dashed through the forest like shadows under the moonlight, quietly taking away the lives of the living. Anyone below the level of a Gold-tier swordsman was nothing but a piece of cake for them.
Even if there were twice as many Black Iron-ranked mercenaries, they would still be slaughtered, not to mention the twelve of them.
But this was also the reason why most people did not interact with these creatures. After all, they were not like players who could revive after death. They could use their lives to gain experience, and NPCs were naturally not as good as players in this aspect.
But the Nightsong Tiger was still summoned by Brando, so he nodded.
Amandina saw this and confirmed her suspicions about the Nightsong Tiger being a noble's retainer, but she did not point it out. Instead, she asked another question: "Isn't this the Elven King's tomb under Martha's protection? Why would an evil spirit appear here?"
Brando snorted: "In the past, the monks of the Holy Cathedral of Fire wanted to protect this lair, and tried to forcefully change the oath of the undead. In the end, the power of Chaos took advantage of this and corrupted the Altar of Order, causing the evil spirit to appear. Legend has it that Martha was enraged by this and indirectly caused the Seifer Dynasty to change. "
Amandina nodded. She did not expect there to be such a legend.
"My lord, are you talking about that …" At this time, the mercenary who had been monitoring the temple suddenly turned around and pointed in the direction of the temple.
Brando turned around subconsciously.
… …
(PS: I've been writing this chapter since yesterday, and I've been in tears. I've finally gotten back to the dungeon. Half of the month has already passed, but the monthly votes are still far from half. I beg for everyone's support, so that I can get a consolation prize. The pitiful person waiting for the money to go under the knife is on the verge of tears.)
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