The monks of the Holy Cathedral opened up a path in the forest, leading the unknown monster to some unknown place. However, Brando did not have the guts to follow. Who knew if the Boss would turn back?
However, as a Lord-tier monster, the entire periphery of the Loop of Trade Winds was its range of activity. As long as they were still in the Loop of Trade Winds, Brando knew that the chances of encountering the Boss were very high.
Moreover, according to the usual settings of The Amber Sword, the deeper they went, the more likely it was that the Boss would be alerted. It was obviously not easy to complete Valhalla's quest easily.
Fortunately, the Holy Cathedral had excellent Gray Knight scouts, but Brando's scouts were not bad either. In fact, the Fireclaw Lizardmen were slightly better. They were not the most professional scouts, but the telepathic connection between the Planeswalker and the summoned creatures played a special role in this environment.
There was no distance limit or time delay for telepathic connection, so Brando could expand the Fireclaw Lizardmen's range of vigilance by several times compared to normal scouts. In order to make the perimeter even tighter, Brando also showed the Fireclaw Bugler card. When the fiery red Lizardman with the horn entered the field, the card immediately activated its ability and sent another platoon of Fireclaw Assault Spearmen into the field.
The number of Fireclaw Assault Spearmen under Ropar suddenly doubled. Fortunately, most of the Fireclaw Assault Spearmen were out of sight, so the sudden increase in numbers did not arouse suspicion.
Fireclaw Lizardmen, countless Wind Spirit Spiders, more than 30 Rock Leopards, two Shadow Rock Beasts, and a Black Wolf Lord, Brando had an impenetrable warning system.
It was soon noon when the team left the Holy Cathedral of Fire was first attacked. This was the third phase of the Planeswalker's six phases of the day. Brando tapped Ember Volcano to increase the number of Fire Elementals in the Elemental Pool, and at the same time, he drew a Vampire Baron card from his deck into his hand.
It was a pity that the Scorching Sun phase did not allow the use of black cards. Otherwise, Brando would have decisively placed this card into the field. What he lacked now was the best scouts.
Blood Descendants were known for their speed. Coupled with their abilities as Planeswalkers, they could be said to be the best land scouts in the world. Not to mention, they could also fly short distances.
After he finished drawing his cards, he looked up and saw that the fog in the mountain forest had begun to sink. The white mountain fog swirled around the forest in layers, lingering in the forest. In fact, the few Gold-ranked powerhouses present had already keenly sensed that some of the unstable elements in the air were increasing.
This was the rise and fall of the Chaos Sea beneath the Elemental Boundary, which caused the black moon's light to become even more dazzling. Magic power was welcoming the beginning of the strongest era in the past thousand years. It was just like the rise and fall of the tides, roaring to the entire world.
The power of Primal Chaos became obvious. The most obvious change was that the temperature of the hills around Thorn Ridge suddenly became cold. It was as if they had entered a severe winter within a few hours. Everyone could even see frost forming on the tree trunks under their gazes.
Everyone could not help but think of a hair-raising term — Frost Tide. It was one of the scariest natural disasters in the outer reaches of the Dark Forest. The temperature would drop below zero in just a few hours. Without the necessary protection, the extreme cold weather could kill any living thing within the affected area.
Even the demons were not spared.
Except for one.
Winter Wolves.
"Frost Tide!"
"Frost Tide is coming!" The centaurs immediately took out a pendant that looked like a crystal ball. The crystal ball was wrapped in a golden thread, and within it was a small Fire Seed.
This Fire Seed could not open up a land of Order, but it was like a torch in the darkness. It could at least stabilize the Order in a small area of Primal Chaos.
After leaving the Green Tower, adventurers would have to bring along a small Fire Seed if they wanted to go deeper into the forest. Otherwise, the harsh weather would kill anyone who ventured deep into the forest.
It was a pity that not everyone understood this logic.
The centaurs took out a Fire Seed and ignited it. A pillar of light shot up into the sky. Brando looked up and saw dark clouds gathering in the sky. Martha's Codex, 'Tiamat', was dozens of miles behind the clouds in the sky. The outermost ring of gears at the edge of the transparent ring had already shattered.
Black magic power was gathering. It was like a huge tentacle covering the sky. Then, the southern sky flashed with layers of dark blue light, like thunder and lightning.
The Demonic Wave was coming.
Brando took out a Fire Seed from his chest. He naturally would not forget such an important matter. He cast two spells with his thumb and index finger, and the Fire Seed in his hand glowed brightly.
A pillar of light shot up into the sky.
Brando looked up. The pillar of light pierced through the dark clouds like a sharp thorn in the sky. The pillar of light flickered in his hand, reflecting the light of the centaurs not far away.
Elder Wydd turned around to look at him in surprise. He didn't expect this young man to be so knowledgeable to even prepare something like this.
Not every adventurer had the experience of exploring the Black Forest. Only the experienced adventurers would be well-prepared and not panic in the face of the frightening power of the Black Forest.
A third pillar of light lit up. It was the Fire Seed in Quinn's hand.
It was not difficult to create a small Fire Seed. In the game, it only cost a few thousand Tor. Here, it was as simple as a piece of agate.
"You've been to the Black Forest before?" Elder Wydd asked as he walked over.
Brando did not answer him directly. "The Frost Tide was just a prelude, but at least it indicated that the second wave of attack would be the Winter Solstice Wolves." In history, the first wave of wolves was the shadow, and the second wave was the plague. This time, there was a slight deviation from history. Brando thought that it might be because the NPCs here were different from the ones in history.
A slight change in the order of the world could affect the course of history in the Black Forest.
He felt a few cold snowflakes hitting his face and melting. The snowflakes were as hard as steel outside the range of the Fire Seed, but as soon as they entered the range of the Fire Seed, they quickly melted and shrunk.
"The second wave of wolves?"
Brando nodded and looked up. "The Demonic Wave is coming."
"What?"
"Look carefully. I'm afraid you won't be able to see such a magnificent scene twice in your life." Brando looked up at the sky and replied.
Wydd turned his head and looked up as well.
Then, a gust of wind suddenly rose from the ground. The air swirled upward and brought countless dead trees and weeds into the sky. They gathered and formed a huge curtain of wind.
The wind blew through the rolling mountains and hit everyone's face, blowing leaves and branches into the air.
At that moment, everyone could not help but look up. Their hair fluttered in the wind, and they were surprised to see layers of leaves lifted from the treetops flying into the air. It was as if countless leaves were dancing in the air, converging into a black river hanging in the sky above the mountains.
The river was moving forward.
The fluttering leaves made it seem like a black army was marching.
And higher up in the sky.
Thick black clouds rolled, and the clouds swept toward the middle of the sky like a tide. The sky in all directions surged, and everyone saw a flash of purple lightning shuttling through the clouds. The lightning lit up the clouds, but there was no rolling thunder.
It was just silent lightning.
Brando looked back and suddenly saw another beam of light shooting into the sky. It was fiery red and huge. It should be the fire seed of the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
However, in the darkness, this light seemed to have awakened its other brethren sleeping in the forest. Beam after beam, in a moment, dozens of light beams were reflected in Brando's eyes.
The orange-red, Cruz people. The order of fire they controlled was not as pure as the Holy Cathedral of Fire, although they claimed to be the descendants of the Flame King Gretel.
However, the gold of the Eagle Empire was added to the heat of fire. This color was enough to make them proud.
Light green, that should be another druid.
Then there was blue. Even the wind elves were here? Brando could not help but mutter in his heart. He could not figure out why the Lionheart Sword was so attractive. However, what Brando did not consider was that he had triggered a reaction from the Divine Artifact.
In the face of a Divine Artifact, no country would not be tempted.
There were also a few light red ones. Brando guessed that they should be the Knight Orders of some duchy. The grey ones were naturally adventurers and mercenaries who did not belong to any faction.
Brando's own Fire Seed was bought from the Green Tower. The Fire Seed made by the druids was naturally strong and gentle, so it was light green. It was similar to the Fire Seed in the hands of Wade and Quinn not far from him.
There were thirty to forty Fire Seeds in the forest.
There were even more adventurers who did not prepare well enough and were annihilated by the extreme cold. Outside the range of the Fire Seed, the temperature dropped at an unbelievable rate. A layer of frost formed on the trees, and then the branches turned into ice crystals that fell to the ground. Snow began to fall from the sky, and in a short ten minutes, the surrounding world was covered in white.
Normal people who had not reached the strength of a Gold would die in a few minutes in such an environment. Gold Elementalists would only be able to survive for a day or two. Only those who had activated their Elemental Powers would not be affected.
Brando took a deep breath. When he saw this scene, his heart was slightly shaken. It was not because of fear or nervousness, but because this scene was so familiar. It was as if time had turned back, and he was back in the game, fighting side by side with the first batch of pioneers.
That was not a story that belonged to him.
But now, it was.
He looked further into the distance. The Fire Seed in the Wall of Roses had dimmed, and the pillar of light that shot into the sky was flickering. But since the wolves had not taken down the outpost, there was not much left to do.
The druids of the Wall of Roses had managed to hold on, and it was due to the combined efforts of the various factions in this direction.
Further away, the Green Tower's light was like a lighthouse in the dark. The pillar of light from the Fire Seed was like a golden sword piercing into the dark sky. But from afar, other than the northernmost seven of the twelve outposts around the Green Tower, most of them were either dimmed or extinguished.
Chaos brought lightning, rain, and snow. The weather in the distance was extremely strange. Rain poured down from the mountains in some places, and lightning flashed in others. There were even thin ribbons in the sky.
Those were tornadoes.
The moment he turned around, he saw a huge pillar of light flickering for a moment before it was extinguished. The Fire Seed had been extinguished forever, and with it came the flames of countless lives.
The weak advantage of the Wall of Roses was not enough to cover the fact that the Druids' entire defense line was shaky. [Even with the help of the players, the Druids were only able to defend against four waves of attacks. If not for the opening of Valhalla, the Calamity of Wolves in the Dark Forest would have turned this area into ruins.]
"That's why," Brando turned around and said, "The second wave of attacks is coming. Let's hurry up. This forest is getting dangerous."
Brando frowned when he said that. The Winter Solstice Wolf Pack was quite troublesome. The Winter Wolf was a very high-level magical creature. Although their numbers were smaller than the Black Wolf, they were much more terrifying.
The Northerners called the Winter Wolves ghosts that breathed in frost and fog, and it was not an exaggeration.
If they were even a step slower in this forest, they would die without a burial place.
"That place …" Wade looked at the place where the pillar of light had disappeared and was stunned.
"Huh?"
(PS: Wah wah, it's still too late. Put up two chapters first, I'll continue writing. If you don't finish writing the third chapter before 11 o 'clock, then you don't have to wait. Get up early tomorrow and put it up. So, I'm still short of two chapters.)
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