Just as the demons were fighting Erouine's Northern Coalition Army and the army of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, in the quiet port of Ampere Seale, the army of Jorgendy Ridge quickly occupied the entire port. The Coast Guards had long been beaten to a pulp by Brando, but these creatures from the underground took advantage. Under the guidance of All For One, they easily opened the city gates and dispersed the remaining Coast Guards. By nightfall, there was only minimal resistance left in the entire port.
In the torrential rain, a graceful figure was slowly going up the spiral stairs of the city tower.
Medusa Lysemeka was wearing a white linen robe, revealing her bronze-colored, scaly skin. Her legs were far more slender than those of a human woman. However, she liked to wear her coin-patterned python-like tail on her shoulders, which looked like a shawl.
She climbed to the rooftop of the city tower, separated the chattering harpies, and saw the dying Viscount Benninger. She picked up his wrist and chanted a word. A circle of black patterns faintly appeared on the third joint of the viscount's left index finger. She carefully observed it next to her beautiful prismatic eyes before looking up and asking, "Where did you find him?"
The harpies replied in a shrill voice in the unique language of the underground, "Nearby, Madam."
"Why hasn't the messenger woken up?"
"The messenger has been knocked unconscious, Madam."
"Humans are so fragile." Lysemeka was full of disdain. However, she did not dare to show this emotion. This person was an important figure of All For One. All For One was a believer of the Twilight Dragon and worked closely with the demons. It was not something that could be evaluated by lowly people like her. She lowered her head and stuck out her forked tongue to make a black mark on Viscount Benninger's forehead. Then, with a gentle stroke of her hand, she created a cover for him to block the rain.
"Let's wait for Lord Brooke to come. Take good care of him. Our enemy this time is the terrible Holy Cathedral of Fire. The lords still need All For One to unearth that instrument for them. As long as we have a firm foothold, 'we' can have a wider land. " Lysemeka seemed to yearn for it. Her beautiful long snake-like hair was raised, and she hissed and flicked her tongue.
She looked at the Arreck Mountains in the distance. The undulating shadows of the mountains were shrouded in gloomy dark clouds. Her beautiful eyes reflected the color of lightning, as if some kind of spark had been ignited.
But not far from her, in a leeward place, two ladies were having a serious discussion. "White Mist, we were right to leave Viscount Benninger there. We've caught a big fish. They're definitely up to something."
All for One would not appear here otherwise. "So what? Do you plan to follow her?" White Mist looked at her from the corner of her eyes. "Of course." Roman nodded matter-of-factly.
"With your clumsy tracking skills, we'll be discovered in less than a minute. Then, you'll be captured and killed. If that's the case, I'll have to die too." White Mist calmly attacked her. Roman couldn't help but show a dissatisfied look. His small eyebrows quickly raised: "Is it that bad?"
"It's worse than that."
"Then we'll have to give up on this plan. White Mist, White Mist. What do we do next? "The merchant lady very casually rejected the plan that she had thought of for a long time. It was as if she wasn't the one who came up with the plan.
"Think about it yourself." White Mist replied lazily.
"I know. Brando won't be afraid of enemies on the surface, but it's hard to guard against conspiracies. That's what the Knight novel says. Besides, Brando looks stupid and easy to fool. We have to dig up the thing that they're going to dig up before they do. "Roman immediately came to a new conclusion.
"What do you plan to do?" White Mist felt that using Knight's novel as a model for action was a textbook example of what not to do. But this judgment was correct, and she was too lazy to argue. To be honest, if she could, she wouldn't even bother to speak. "Let's go find those sneaky guys first." Roman replied confidently.
"Sneaky guys?"
"I saw Duke Arreck just now. Didn't that Viscount say that they were also members of that association?"
"Next time, please tell me this earlier …" White Mist finally rolled her eyes weakly. This was the first time she made an expression today.
… …
"It's you, Babasha?" Brando already recognized this wrinkled old woman as the old witch Babasha that he blackmailed in Fortress Riedon.
"A witch? Brando, who is she? " Princess Gryphine was the first to react. Because they used to follow the Darkness Dragon, witches didn't have a good reputation in the human world, so most of them lived in seclusion. They were shrouded in a halo of evil, mystery, and ulterior motives. Many bedtime stories in Wohnde used them as the typical bad humans.
Princess Gryphine, who grew up in such a cultural atmosphere, was no exception. She only frowned, which showed that she had good self-restraint. Of course, one of the reasons was because the other party helped them once. Not only the princess, but Count Audine also raised his eyebrows slightly. But as a mature noble, he was obviously more shrewd and didn't show the surprise in his heart on his face.
"It's me, My Lord." She was wearing a long black robe, and her wrinkled face was hidden under a wizard's hat. She bowed respectfully to Brendel: "Everyone, please do not worry. My Lord has helped this old woman once, and I have sworn an oath in front of the Darkness Dragon that I will repay your kindness. Today, I'm here to repay his kindness. My Lord, please don't take it to heart. "Babasha looked at everyone with her small eyes and replied.
This was obviously a lie. When did he help her? It was more like blackmailing her. But Brando could more or less guess why she helped him. Soon, a voice in his heart confirmed this guess:
"My Lord, don't be confused. We are your loyal followers. At this juncture where history is about to change, the witches of the Winter Kingdom will first fulfill their promise. "
Sure enough, when Babasha predicted that he would bring the return of the Darkness Dragon in Fortress Riedon, he only thought it was ridiculous. However, the affairs of the world were unpredictable. Later on, he really did become the successor of Odin's inheritance. However, he only obtained a fraction of this inheritance. In fact, he couldn't be considered the real Dark Dragon. He had no idea how this old witch found him.
"Hmph!" At this time, there was another cold snort. "Brando, where did you provoke these dirty allies? Do you really want to be the Darkness Dragon?" This was the voice of the Wind Empress.
Brando was shocked. He didn't expect the Wind Empress to speak at this time. She and Odin were sworn enemies. In other words, she was also one of the great enemies of these witches. He hurriedly looked up, but found that there was no strange expression on Babasha's face. Only then did he feel relieved. It seemed that Babasha's voice was just a magic effect. She couldn't pry into his thoughts.
"She obviously came to me. What does it have to do with me?" Brando couldn't help but answer with grievance.
"Hmph, you're on your own. Don't be complacent." The Wind Empress coldly dropped a sentence and didn't say anything again. Brando's heart moved: "Madam Wind Empress, I thought you really wouldn't see me today."
"You … …"
The elf queen gritted her teeth and cursed the pig Brando ten times in her heart. Then, she made up her mind that this time, she would never pay attention to this guy until the last moment.
Brando didn't realize that he had once again greatly offended the Wind Elves' ancestors. If he could, he would have been burned at the stake in the Wind Empress' Holy Temple. "Babasha, how do you know all this?" He asked.
The old witch smiled mysteriously. "Master, you don't have to hide it. As long as the contract on the Black Prophecy has not disappeared, we witches can read all the secrets from it. The Black Prophecy has already predicted everything today. The Dark Dragon will return to the earth. "
"The Black Prophecy also said that Madara will rule the earth, and the Twelve Branches of the Witches will move towards unification. Isn't that just a matter of time?" Brando criticized in his heart. However, he didn't want to get involved with these people. Witches didn't have a good reputation in the mortal world. Getting involved with them was tantamount to admitting his identity as a follower of the Dark Dragon. The followers of the Dark Dragon were just like the cultists in Vaunte, who were under the rule of the Four Holy Shrines. They were all hated by everyone. "Could you have made a mistake?" He asked.
"No," Babasha seemed to react and replied humbly: "Master, are you worried about your identity? It doesn't matter. We will help you in secret. We will never expose your identity – at least until the Second Judgement Day. "
"What is the Second Judgement Day?" Brando felt that talking to these witches would make him half crazy sooner or later. However, if Babasha was really as she said, the witches would be quite a good help for him.
Witches and prophets were the first mortals in the world to master the power of magic. The ancient wizards achieved the magic of mortals by developing the magic in words and languages. The source of their power was actually the twelve moons reflected by the dark magic in the sky. Therefore, there were twelve different branches of witches walking on the earth. For example, the Roman aunt was the Eternal Witch with the magic moon in the constellation Lyra. The strongest branch of the Bunosson of the Witch Kingdom was the Winter Witch of the Witch King.
The witches had been eroded by the dark magic for a long time, so they became strange. Most of them were evil, cruel, and murderous, but there were also some kind and rational existences. However, without exception, they were all firm followers of the Order. No matter how different the world was, there was no denying that they were as irreconcilable as the pagans.
This was why Brando would never wallow in the mire with All For One, but could accept the inheritance of the Dark Dragon. For the same reason, he didn't mind Babasha's help – as long as it didn't cause him trouble.
He pondered for a moment, "Babasha, you said that the Winter Kingdom responded to the promise. You didn't complete the Dark Sky Curtain by yourself, did you?"
"Master, there were several sisters with me," Babasha replied.
Brando's mind suddenly had the same dry faces. Due to their specialization in dark magic, witches liked to live in seclusion in wild areas. A small kingdom on the border of civilization like Erouine was simply a paradise for them. At least for witches like Babasha, he knew more than a few in Erouine.
In fact, the Roman aunt, Aunt Jenny, was a typical example. "How strong are they?"
"They're basically the same as me, Master." Brando raised his head and looked at Babasha with sharp eyes. "Babasha, you said that the Winter Kingdom would respond to the promise of the Witch King to the Dark Dragon. The Bunosson of the Witch Kingdom you speak of isn't just a few of you, is it?"
"Of course not, they're just limited by their own constraints and can't come. Master, please don't doubt our loyalty. "Babasha's face was respectful, but she was a little hesitant.
Brando understood everything. He already knew that the twelve branches of the witches were scattered on the earth, and presumably they wouldn't agree with each other's opinions. Although he was the heir of the Dark Dragon, he wasn't the only heir of the Dark Dragon. Babasha came to him, obviously to invest in the long term.
This old witch was quite shrewd, but Brando really didn't think highly of the few Silver-ranked witches at present. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. "Babasha, you don't think you can help me with this little power, do you?"
"Of course not," Babasha said quickly, "But Sir Lord, the power of the witches has always been more about wisdom than power. Difficulties that can't be solved by power can be solved by wisdom. "
In the last two sentences, Brendel and Babasha did not use the Whisper Magic. Count Audine, who was listening at the side, immediately said, "In that case, old witch, what kind of wisdom have you brought to us?" His tone was not polite, because witches were simply synonymous with conspiracy, cunning, and deceit among the people.
"Sir Lord, we can take you through this area and avoid the surveillance of the Harpies." Babasha replied.
"Really?" Brando's eyes lit up slightly and asked carefully. "You said you can take us through this area without being discovered by the army of Jorgendy Ridge?"
"Exactly."
"Whether to the south or north?" Brando asked.
"Mr. Brando, what do you want to do?" Gryphine was shocked by the princess's words. She turned her head and looked at Brando with her silver eyes wide open. She looked surprised as if she was getting to know him all over again.
"Yes … Yes." The wrinkles on Babasha's face seemed to have increased a few more. She was also thinking about something, but she didn't lie.
"Babasha, how many people can you guarantee will pass through this blockade without being discovered?" Brando didn't care about the others. The line in his mind was getting clearer and clearer.
"No more than twenty people."
"I see," Brando nodded, "Your Highness, the anchor key you gave me can be used to determine the anchor point for Erouine's First Royal Fleet, right? How much magic power will it take to activate it? "
"Mr. Brando …"
Gryphine looked at him and whispered, "It's too risky …"
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