After the fog in the forest dissipated, the battle was more or less over. The ambush launched by the young guards did bring about some unexpected results to Madara's vanguard, but when Kabias gathered more powerful undead, the outcome of the battle quickly became clear.
The forest quieted down.
"Lord Kabias." The pale necromancer apprentice placed his hand on his chest and respectfully bowed to the tall skeleton in front of him.
"I thought you maggots wouldn't come to see me, Rothko."
The eyes of the Skeleton General in brass armor were burning fiercely. It sat on a pile of corpses with its legs spread apart. It held its double-edged axe in one hand and pressed its other hand on its knee. It looked down at the skinny apprentice with disdain.
The Dark Lords and Necromancers had always hated each other. This time, they were united under the command of the Mercury Staff, but they were divided at heart. As for the Blood Descendants, they had always maintained their own circle and rarely participated in Madara's affairs. This kingdom had been divided for centuries, and it was only recently that a smoke-like darkness broke out from the cocoon under the stable shell.
This was the prophecy of the Banshees, and it also coincided with Goddess Helene's prophecy about the 'spreading darkness of the East'. Whether it was the Dark Lords, Necromancers, or Blood Descendants, everyone believed that this era was coming to an end, and Madara was about to usher in a new era.
Rothko smiled. Kabias was one of Tarkus's main generals, while he was just a small squadron leader. The difference between them was huge. The only reason this skeleton was reprimanding him was because his vanguard had stolen the limelight of the entire army. Relying on three hundred skeletons and twenty Necromancers to defeat Bucce's guards, and then annihilate the Green Village's self-defense regiment, allowing Kabias to march straight in. Finally, they cooperated with Kabias to annihilate Bucce's guards. Such a result could only be described as glorious.
According to Madara's traditions, the vanguard of an army was usually used as cannon fodder to deplete the enemy's strength. At the worst, they were used as a buffer to delay time. This vanguard was made up of skeleton soldiers and low-level liches. Erouine's side only needed a third of this size to defeat them easily.
In Tarkus's plan, Rothko was merely a chess piece used to disrupt his plans. The true vanguard was Kabias and 'Ghoul' Wesar. However, the one-eyed vampire commander did not expect that this apprentice necromancer named Rothko would give him such a huge surprise. It was just like how he didn't expect Ghoul Wesa to make such a huge mistake on the right flank. The battlefield was always full of variables, and even an excellent commander could not take the lead at every step, not to mention that Tarkus was famous for his steadiness.
However, this lowly Apprentice Necromancer still didn't know what his future path was. Naturally, he wouldn't retort. On the contrary, Kabias' words were more like an honour to him. After all, Kabias was targeting all necromancers, and it was indirectly raising his status.
He glanced at the row of Warriors of Darkness behind Kabias and felt a little envious. He had looted a lot of good stuff during the invasion, but most of it had to be handed over. What was left was not enough to summon a single Warrior of Darkness. He heard that there was a tomb of a Templar Knight in the Green Village. That was the best vessel, but it was now Kabias's territory.
It was a pity, but forget it. There would be plenty of opportunities in the future. This time, Madara came to reap some benefits, and all the generals saw this as an opportunity.
He thought for a moment and replied: "Lord Kabias, a few rats escaped the net and fled to the north. We also didn't see the refugees yesterday afternoon. I suspect that they are creating a diversion, and their main force has already entered the River of Daggers. "
That was enough for him. The north was controlled by 'Ghoul' Wesar. If he wanted to chase those 'living materials' back, or at least get a share of the loot, he would need the approval of this' God of Death '. He was just a small captain, and he couldn't bear this responsibility.
But Kabias was no fool. It glanced at the little undead sorcerer's apprentice and suddenly realized that this guy's motives were not pure. It couldn't help but adjust its jaw and make a cracking sound. "You want me to go and fight with that baldy Wesar? What benefits can I get from that? Small maggots. "
"You can further expand your strength. Isn't that enough, my lord?"
"Hmph, they are just a bunch of mobs. I have no interest in those weak skeletons. "
"I heard that there is a veteran of the November War in Bucce's garrison. He is the captain of those humans."
Kabias's eyes flashed: "The gains do not make up for the losses. That brat Wesar has it easy."
Rothko sighed, knowing that he had failed to persuade Kabias. He raised his head and was about to leave. After all, he and Kabias weren't people of the same system. If not for this matter, he wouldn't have come. Although Kabias was the commander of the army, he was a member of the undead wizards. His vanguard didn't have to listen to his orders.
But at this moment, his heart trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but look towards the south.
The tall skeletons also looked in that direction. Their line of sight passed through the forest and landed in the shadows of the mountains.
What a strong magic reaction.
"It's the Zevail Mountain Path." Kabias sniffed the air, as if it could smell the magic coming from the direction of the Song River.
Rothko didn't answer, because he immediately felt an even stronger magic wave coming from that direction.
What was that Golden Demonic Tree up to? Such a strong reaction could be felt by any wizard tens of miles away. He suddenly felt a little worried. He didn't know if the White-Mane warlocks in the direction of Fortress Riedon would notice anything.
"It's best if we send some people out first, Lord Kabias."
"Hmph, you don't have to tell me. Us undead creatures are much more sensitive to magic than you. Wait until you become a Lich, then you can teach me a lesson. "
Rothko laughed.
*****
Brando brought Freya and Roman out from a crack in the cliff. He immediately gestured for them to stop. From here, they could see the entire valley outside. In the middle of the barren mountains, there were grey rocks that were sunken downwards, and sharp stalagmites protruded out of the ground. A huge golden oak tree was quietly rooted in the middle of the valley.
This was the Forbidden Orchard.
The Golden Demonic Tree had absorbed the nutrients and magic elements from the earth, causing the earth to wither. The earth elements that had lost their adhesion to the ground rose into the air, resulting in such a scene. Brando raised his head. The sky above the valley was gloomy, as if dark clouds were pressing down on them. This was also caused by the imbalance of the elements.
Because of the disintegration of the earth elements, it attracted a large amount of other elements to gather here, causing the elemental order to be abnormally chaotic. The Elemental Order was a rule set by Marsha when she created the world. It was controlled by the four Elven Kings, but the Order wasn't necessarily stable and unchanging. Just like what the Golden Demonic Tree did — human factors often disturbed the environment.
In the past, because of the abnormality of the elements in this valley, the power of the Elementalists was suppressed by 30%. Because of this reason, almost no team in this dungeon would accept the Elementalists. This period of history was called the Three Years of Blood and Tears by the Elementalists. Of course, later on, this class suddenly became a force to be reckoned with.
Roman and Freya stared at the demonic Golden Demonic Tree in a daze. They had only heard of such a creature in bedtime stories. They did not expect to see it with their own eyes one day. For a moment, they even suspected that they were dreaming.
Moreover, the beauty of the Golden Demonic Tree and the surrounding desolation presented a strong visual conflict. It was as if they were looking at a realistic fantasy, full of fantasy.
"What, what is that?" Freya could not help but ask in a daze.
"It's so beautiful, Brando. Is that the Golden Apple Tree in the fairy tales? Those monsters are the guards of this tree, right? I didn't expect such a beautiful creature to exist in such an environment! "
"That is an oak tree, Roman." The future Valkyrie sighed.
"I, of course I know it. It's just a Golden Oak Tree!" Romaine raised her eyebrows and hurriedly explained.
"Don't be fooled by its beauty. This should be the most dangerous creature you have ever seen. No, it should be a monster. " Brando's eyes carefully scanned the entire valley. He quickly found a patrol of Demonic Trees. Those monsters were covered in vines and were slowly moving along the rugged rocky surface.
This matched his memory from the game.
"Monsters?"
"Yes, the monsters we encountered before were all born because of it."
"How?" Freya could not help but widen her eyes in shock.
In fact, she and Roman had also seen this patrol of Demonic Trees. However, they were not too nervous when facing these monsters. Along the way, the three of them had already dealt with these Golden Demonic Trees too many times. Brando earned 65 EXP and even obtained a Tree Crystal from an adult Demonic Tree.
This thing was a crafting material in the game. He did not know how the crafting skills in this world were calculated. In short, he carried it with him as a precaution.
However, he noticed that Freya and Roman had also grown significantly during the battle. Especially the future Valkyrie, her strength and agility had increased very quickly. After a few battles, she was almost at the level of a guard student. However, Brando still did not know how they gained EXP. On the surface, it seemed that they were much slower than him.
This was because for high-level monsters like the Demonic Trees, by right, killing a few of Freya's militia should have leveled up a few times. However, in reality, he felt that it was not as fast as his second profession as a mercenary.
This made him a little puzzled.
Of course, at this moment, he had to put aside all his doubts because they had more important things to do. If they waited for the Golden Demonic Tree to discover them and call back the Rotten Beasts outside, they would not have much time left. Brando had calculated in the game before. From the start of the battle to the arrival of the first batch of Rotten Beasts, there was a maximum of 15 minutes, which was the duration of the Holy Sword's existence. If they could not kill the Golden Demonic Tree before then, they would have to consider escaping.
However, Brando did not consider immediately going up to fight. First of all, not to mention how to deal with the patrol of Demonic Trees, he had another question to answer.
Thinking of this, he could not help but look at a higher cliff on the other side.
"You guys wait for me here. Do not be discovered." He turned around and said.
"Brando?"
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(P.S. Go Go Go Go)
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