"Frost Wyrm Shitah is the gatekeeper of the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator. I think Arreck is also aware of this. Any stranger approaching the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator will cause a reaction from the gatekeeper," Brando replied.
"You're saying that Arreck will definitely take advantage of this. I've heard people say that this old fox is cautious and deep. He's used to planning before acting, just like the previous Duke." Veronica raised her head, her emerald green eyes flashing with a cold light. Although her hands covered her long hair, her blue hair still fluttered in the sun with the biting north wind. Her gaze passed through the ice field, as if she had already seen the outcome that Brando expected, but she still asked, "Although I agree with this point, how do you plan to confirm it?"
Brando saw the snowflakes rolled up by the wind, floating on the glacier like a layer of powder. At this time, in his field of vision, a few shadowy figures suddenly appeared behind the snow and wind. He replied, "We'll know soon." The figures that emerged from behind the ice fog were Babasha and her party. The old witch's body was stooped, and the ice wind was tugging at the corner of her shabby robe. Her silver hair was like a ghost baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. She limped to Brando's side and said with deep awe, "Dear Lord, it's ready." She held the crystal ball with trembling hands and raised it to Brando.
Veronica frowned when she saw this scene. She didn't like witches.
Brando glanced at the few people behind Babasha. In addition to the girl wearing wooden shoes and standing there with her toes together holding a honey jar, there were two important figures, the inherited witch of the Moon of Swords (Slaughter), Krull, and the inherited witch of the Moon of Cups (Envy), Anwei. These two were important figures. Their status in the Witch Kingdom of Bunosson was far more respected than Babasha.
Krull was a tall woman with a graceful body wrapped in a gray witch robe. She wore a hood. Her skin was as white as snow, her eyebrows were as thin as needles, her cheeks were prominent, and her expression was cold, giving people a feeling of indifference. Anwei, on the other hand, was like a woman in her forties. She wore a thick fur robe, and her figure wrapped in the robe could be seen even through a thick layer of wool. The little woman's face was full of smiles, but it could not hide the shrewdness in her eyes.
They said that they had come to seek refuge with Brando, but the latter realized that the attitude of the two was far less respectful than Babasha. This kind of seeking refuge was not so much a submission as an inspection. The inheritance of the Dark Dragon was divided into seven parts, and he was not the only one. However, Brando didn't care. He was confident that he could make these unlikeable fellows work for him.
Brendel took the crystal ball, and a circular image immediately appeared on it. He saw that behind the snowstorm, there was a vast expanse of snow that stretched as far as the eye could see. He let his vision continue to move to the north, and the image immediately showed crisscrossing glacial gullies that looked like they were cut by swords. A crystal-like forest grew in the middle, and then there was a flat tundra. The wind blew across the ice, and the snow formed ribbons that rolled forward.
Shido and Veronica, as well as a few Kirrlutzian nobles who followed from behind, watched this scene attentively. Detection spells were the witches' specialty, and even the Astrologers who were proficient in prophecy spells could not compare to them. This power came from the blind girl Elaine, and everything in the past and future of the mortal world was reflected on the surface of the abyss lake.
It was also said that the powerful witches could indeed detect a part of the cause and effect of the future.
The spell of the crystal ball was controlled by Anwei. When Brando carefully observed the scene on the crystal ball, he also noticed the young woman: the other party was frowning slightly, but did not show any signs of exhaustion. The vision on the crystal ball was already a few miles away, which could only mean that the other party's strength was already at the peak of the Gold level.
Suddenly the picture flashed, and a group of people and horses trekking on the snowfield appeared in the icy wind. This group of people and horses were all wearing thick bearskin coats, holding a variety of weapons in their hands, and some of them were leading a dwarf horse. Brando looked at their attire and recognized that these were the Enhol people of the Arreck Plateau. The Lantonilans called them big-footed dwarves, but they were actually not dwarves, but halflings or pygmies. It was said that Arreck had a group of loyal Enhol dwarves in his hands, and it seemed that this should be the group in front of them.
"Halfling cavalry, they are Arreck's people," Veronica also recognized at a glance, "Brando, it seems that you guessed right again."
"This is not luck." Brando replied in a bad mood, "But he is willing to use his own elites as cannon fodder, this guy Arreck is really not an ordinary person."
At this time, a series of footsteps came from the snow behind the three of them. Shido glanced back and found that it was their military officer group.
"Lady Veronica, I wonder if Brund and the others have arrived?" Before the military officer group approached, the leading noble asked first. This guy was called Gerd, a core member of the Silver Leaf Arbitration Group from Cruz's Council of Elders. His identity to the outside world was that of an envoy, but in fact, his existence was to check and balance Veronica's power.
This man was not a soldier, but he had the back of a tiger and the waist of a bear. He looked more like a ruffian than the Knight around him. He wore a gray deerskin coat and a hat on one side, with three white feathers on the edge of the hat to indicate his status as a marquis. However, he did not look like an elegant noble, but more like a butcher.
"The one in charge here is not me, Gerd. If you have any questions, you can ask the count next to me." Veronica narrowed her eyes at this guy and replied coldly.
Her tone was very stiff, but this commander was actually not at odds with this repulsive guy in front of her. It was a tradition for soldiers not to associate with the nobles of the Senate.
However, she did not expect Gerd to push his luck and replied arrogantly, "I'm sorry, Lady Veronica, but I don't trust these Erouine people."
Veronica's face immediately turned cold.
Brando also snorted coldly, "You really don't know what's good for you."
"What did you say?"
"I said you are a complete idiot." Brando did not have a good impression of the people of Cruz. Veronica was probably an exception, but he had never been a nice guy to others. He directly reprimanded, "When Freya arrives at the scheduled attack location, when to launch the attack, it is only related to me here. From now on, I am the supreme commander here, not Lady Veronica, and not you — "
"If you have any questions, I don't have to answer them to you. If you are not satisfied, you can take off your pair of squirrel gloves and throw them on me. I don't mind nailing a piece of trash like you to the ice here with my sword. When the blade pierces through your loose skin, I bet your blood will be frozen under your blood vessels before it can flow out. "
Brando released a trace of Elemental Energy and locked onto the group of officers, causing Gerd's face to turn pale. "You …" He gritted his teeth, but in the end, he did not dare to say the second half of the sentence, "I hope you're right!"
Gerd suddenly remembered that this guy in front of him had killed Williams. He knew that he was not as respected as the deputy commander of the Holy Cathedral of Fire's Holy Knight Regiment. If Brando was really angry, killing him would be as easy as crushing an ant.
Especially when he thought that the Holy Cathedral had lost a genius swordsman in Erouine, but there was no mention of revenge. Brando's background was so deep that it made his hair stand on end.
Veronica coldly watched the argument between the two, and when she saw Gerd flinch, she could not help but frown in disappointment. Although she did not want Brando to be defeated, the courage and accomplishment of the nobles of the Empire were really unsightly. "Brando, are you sure?" Veronica looked away from Gerd with some disgust and asked, "Although the Folded Sword Knight Regiment is the elite of the Azure Skies Regiment, your little girl only has a little more than a hundred people under her command. Look at these Halfling Cavalry, their number is at least a column (Cruz's establishment, 500 people), it's really difficult to destroy them all."
In response to such a question, Brando only smiled.
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
He turned back, previously he had asked The Shire to find Aloz, and it had been a long time, so it should be about time. As expected, the crowd was in a commotion, Cruz's people seemed to be separated by an invisible force, automatically making a path, and The Shire appeared in everyone's sight with Aloz. The little female dragon looked impatient, looking at the people around her with her golden eyes, like a beast.
"Brando, you're looking for me?" Aloz walked through the crowd.
"I heard that you've been in a bad mood recently, so I found some opponents for you to vent your anger on, what do you think?" Brando replied with a smile.
"Hmph, if you want me to help, just say it. If it's you, I can consider it." The little female dragon slowly walked through the crowd, and where she passed, the warhorses around her suddenly let out a whine, and these tall herbivores knelt down one after another, the ones on the periphery even collapsed to the ground, and a few even twitched on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, they foamed at the mouth and died.
"What did you do to our horses?!"
The nobles of Cruz immediately objected. Excellent warhorses in Erouine, in Cruz, and even in Saint-ausol and Fanzin, were luxuries worth showing off among the nobles. A noble breed of horse was more expensive than gold in the aristocratic circle, and it was also priceless, because no one would easily sell their beloved things.
But it was these horses that were killed by Aloz's glare.
Aloz looked at those guys coldly and replied, "Your horses are in my way, and I hate these smelly things, keep them away from me."
"You —!" The nobles were so angry that they almost fainted.
Everyone turned their eyes to Brando, and Gerd, as if he had something on him, asked excitedly, "Count, you'd better explain."
"You want me to explain?" Brando only found it funny.
"Enough —" Veronica interrupted. She frowned, feeling that the situation was getting out of hand. She faintly felt that there was something wrong with the little girl brought by the Ash Sword Saint. Aloz did not overwhelm the warhorses with witchcraft, but with her aura.
She was the only one who noticed it.
"Lord Veronica, please don't be too partial to outsiders, except for me, everyone here is your subordinate. What a warhorse means to a soldier, I'm sure you know better than I do. "Gerd snorted coldly, and replied somewhat proudly.
Veronica looked at this guy, as if she was looking at an idiot, "If you want to die, then go ahead."
"What do you mean?"
Gerd was slightly taken aback. In his impression, this Legion Commander of Azure Skies wasn't someone who liked to joke around. He suddenly felt a little uneasy, but it was a little too late. He suddenly heard a voice say, "It means, an idiot like you really shouldn't live in this world —" The voice had just sounded, and it was already in his ears.
"Be careful!"
He heard the sound of the Knight unsheathing their swords, and could not help but turn around in horror, but it was a little too late. A tail as thick as a bucket stretched out from nowhere, and slammed heavily on him.
Gerd screamed, and suddenly spat out blood as he was sent flying, and fell across the ice, leaving a conspicuous trail of blood.
"Ah!"
"This is …" Veronica and Shido looked at the sudden change in surprise.
They could not help but be surprised, because what appeared under the sun was an elegant creature with shining scales, a slender neck, and a pair of wings covering the body. To be exact, it was a dragon.
A golden dragon.
Aloz was entrenched on the ice field, looking down at everyone from above. Her huge body was almost the size of a three-story building, and her slender neck was slightly bent, supporting a head with four horns. Platinum scales as smooth as mirrors replaced her clothes, one next to the other, plated with a layer of light purple metallic brilliance, which was a special color that only gradually maturing dragons would have.
Aloz lowered her head, the flames in her golden eyes were burning, she looked at everyone present, and everyone was shouting in their hearts: Martha above, a dragon! We have lived with a dragon for so long!
And Gerd, who was struggling to get up from the ground, was even more desperate. Now he finally understood what Veronica's words meant, he felt that he was really an idiot, hopelessly stupid.
He wanted to beg for mercy, but a terrible psychological shock had spread in everyone's hearts.
For a moment, most of the people present felt as if they had fallen into a boundless, pitch-black world. There was no sense of touch, smell, or even time or direction in this world. The only thing that could be heard was a terrifying scream from the horizon that was approaching from afar, shaking their eardrums.
Gerd had just gotten up from the ground, but his legs were weak, and he fell to his knees.
Only Veronica could hold on a little, she supported Shido with one hand, the scholar's face was pale. Brando and The Shire were completely unaffected, but even so, they saw the reaction of the others and understood what it was.
This was the power that dragons were born with.
Draconic Aura.
"For your arrogance, I should have gouged out your eyes and eaten your heart, to warn other humble creatures to maintain the necessary respect for dragons. But your luck is pretty good. I really don't want to scratch your dirty maggot-like body, so I'll spare your life this time. You'd better not appear in front of me again, or I can't guarantee that I'll burn you to ashes with a single breath of fire. "
A majestic voice sounded in everyone's hearts, completely different from Aloz's tender and childish voice, as if it was a queen who ruled the world, and only a little of the little female dragon's scent could be vaguely heard. The first sentence of the voice was still on the ground, but by the end of the sentence, the dragon had spread her wings and jumped up, hovering in the air, her voice rumbling through the wilderness.
All the warhorses knelt to the ground at the same time.
"Brando, you owe me another one." When the little female dragon said this sentence, her voice had already passed through the clouds.
Brando looked up, only to see a shadow passing through the snowfield, as if covering the sky. Aloz spread her wings, and a terrifying aura spread far and wide across the entire glacier.
That was the aura of a dragon.
… …
With a crack, Arreck saw a crack appear on the crystal in the hands of his Wizard, and in the blink of an eye, it broke into pieces and turned into ashes. In less than two weeks, the powerful Grand Duke had completely changed his appearance, and his original energetic image was no longer there. He hid under a fur cloak, and the only impression he left to outsiders was a pale face that was so thin that it was almost inhuman.
Arreck was so thin that he looked like a skeleton, his face covered with wrinkled skin, and only his eyes were still staring motionlessly at the crystal in the dried-up eye sockets. There was still a trace of life in his eyes.
"My Lord." The Wizard turned around and looked at him with a questioning look.
"This is the Draconic Aura, that stupid dragon has indeed made its move." Arreck grabbed his cane and said with some fanaticism, "Let's go. I know that old hag Veronica is following us. Let them follow us. They're just a bunch of idiots."
"My Lord, your body."
"Shut up." Arreck glanced at Devard coldly. Although he was getting thinner by the day, his majesty was more and more obvious, and the aura that grabbed people's breath seemed to be coming out of his body at any time.
Devard shuddered and quickly shut his mouth.
"I'm not those mortals, in order to get power, sacrifice is inevitable. Remember our pursuit, only Chaos is the only one, and everything else is a burden. " Arreck replied coldly, "The pursuit of emotional weakness, the ignorant grab for money and power, and the vain justice, the mortals pursue these things that are not worth mentioning, how can they defeat us?"
"Let's go, master defeated them in Babel, and it will be the same now." He coughed and then slowly stood up.
In the forest, the Knight in black robes also stood up. These Knights looked very strange, they were far taller than the average person, and looked like the Orcs of the Great Plains. But the Orcs did not know how to make armor, and their intelligence was only enough for them to use simple weapons.
What was more eye-catching was that each Knight had an Ouroboros symbol on their cloaks.
… …
"Freya?"
"Freya?"
The girl from Bucce was a little distracted, she recalled the scene at that time, Brando stood in the tent and asked her a question seriously, "Freya, how will you view war?" The last time Brando was so serious was when Braggs told her how to save Bucce.
How should she view war? Freya asked herself. She should have hated the war. The war had taken away everything she should have. Her peaceful life, her family, her homeland. Everything she was once familiar with was lost in the raging flames. Looking back at those memories, it seemed that only deep pain was left.
"But Erouine can only be saved through war, and in this war, you will become the executioner you once hated."
"Freya, your enemy is not only Madara, you should understand this. You will kill, and more people will be sacrificed in the flames of war, or lose their homes, lose their families. If you are just a soldier, you can ignore it. "
'But I know what your dream is, Freya. Do you know what your goal is?'
Freya grasped her sword tightly.
In a trance, she saw blood flowing, and there were only endless corpses on the battlefield. Among these corpses, there was Bess's pure and innocent face, she looked at her with empty eyes, as if she was questioning her.
Then she saw the little girl who died in the hands of the demon.
Then she saw her family in Bucce.
Freya felt that she still lacked an answer in her heart. She closed her eyes, and then opened them again. Sound and her five senses seemed to have returned to her body, and only then did she realize that Maynild had called her several times.
"Freya."
"What's the matter?" The future Goddess of War turned around.
"Why are you in a daze?" Maynild was a little dissatisfied. "I don't know …" Freya shook her head blankly. "I think I saw a blue shadow, and then … then I don't know what happened."
"A blue shadow?" Maynild reached out and touched her forehead. "Are you too tired recently?"
"No … I don't think so, what time is it?" She looked up and asked.
"See for yourself." Maynild handed her the pocket watch. Freya glanced at it, and then looked at the line of Enhol halflings in the distance. "Is there any news from Brando?"
"He has confirmed with Metisha that he is the one we are looking for."
"Then …"
"Miss Aloz is already on her way."
"I understand."
Freya threw the pocket watch into the snow. Brando asked her how she planned to fight to complete this plan. She knew very well that in order to make that old fox fall into the trap, she had to leave no one alive. She pulled out part of the Lionheart Sword, and pressed the cold blade with her fingertips, feeling a chill in her heart. She was no longer the little girl, she understood what it meant to be a Knight, and what it meant to be a soldier.
Although she did not have a clear answer in her heart, at least she understood that killing could not bring peace, but at least it could solve conflicts. So her answer was simple, only one sentence. "I understand, Brando." When she looked at Brendel, there was no hesitation in her eyes, because her last trace of hesitation had already been buried together with Bess in Ampere Seale.
She pulled out the entire Lionheart Sword, and the blade flashed coldly. Everyone saw the temporary 'commander' move and reacted. One by one, they stood up. The Knight took off their cloaks and threw them to the ground. Then, the noble officers of Cruz's army looked at Freya, waiting for a good show. Freya glanced at the sword in her hand, pointed it down, and ordered: "Go down the mountain from both sides of the hill, do not enter the enemy's field of vision. Listen to my orders, cut off the retreat of Enhol halflings on the snowfield. Before seeing the signal, no one is allowed to fight. "
Cruz's army was stunned. The air was like falling snow, silent and sinking.
"Wait, this is not in line with our orders." Brund immediately questioned: "Commander, are you planning to wait? If those halfling cavalry enter the Holy Cathedral of the Hibernator, it will really attract that damn thief. Commander, please allow me to doubt your motives. "
"I can understand your doubts." Freya glanced at Maynild beside her. She calmed her breathing in her heart and replied: "But we are not the main attackers."
"Not us?"
"Then who could it be?"
Freya looked up at the sky. Her gaze crossed the crystal-like treetops of the pine forest. The quiet Cruz officers noticed her behavior and also raised their heads. The clouds in the sky seemed to have a slight movement. The forest, which was full of all kinds of sounds before, quieted down for a moment, as if an invisible hand was strangling their throats. Then the clouds suddenly gathered together and separated, and a huge shadow roared out from the clouds.
Brund stared at the scene with his mouth wide open, and seemed to feel that his throat was making a hissing sound. The Cruz Knight stood in the forest as if they had grown roots under their feet, like a group of stone statues. Their souls were experiencing a tsunami. This was not an illusion. The Draconic Aura descended from mid-air, and a terrible scream sounded from everyone's souls. Only Freya had seen such a scene before. On the battlefield of Ampere Seale, dark clouds covered the sun that day, and a ray of gold descended from above the clouds, bringing the final victory of the war.
She turned her head: "Metisha."
"Sister Freya, I'm here." The Silver Fairy Princess lifted her cloak and asked loudly: "Do you want to summon?"
Freya turned her head. The halflings on the ice field had already discovered the dragon in the sky. Men and horses panicked together and fell into a ball. Those who were a little smarter had already begun to flee. Freya turned her head again and nodded to Metisha.
"Knight of Fran, listen to my horn!"
Metisha intertwined silver threads in her hand, weaving a silver horn. She immediately blew the horn and chanted loudly: "The sky-blue flag of the plains of Malalde flutters like the sea. The spears of the Fran people gleam coldly. Knight, listen to the long sound of my horn. The ancient spirits are summoning the courage in your hearts. Knight, mount with me and get ready – "The voice of the Silver Elf was melodious like a song from ancient times. The Cruz Knights heard the spell and looked at each other. They did not know what Metisha was summoning, but Brund was the first to react:" Oh my god, this is the Silver King's Knight Legion! "
As soon as he finished speaking, Metisha had already puffed up her cheeks and blew the horn for the second time.
The horn sounded melodiously –
And Aloz also swept over the forest at this moment, the wind pressure swept over the canopy and swooped over the distant ice field. But when the Knight looked back, they were extremely surprised to see a glowing white light and heavily armored warhorses in the forest. These warhorses that seemed to come from the heavens converged into a silver tide and came to their side in the blink of an eye. A unicorn came to Metisha's side and affectionately rubbed the little princess' cheeks. Metisha touched its long horn and mounted the horse. Freya was the second to mount her horse. Her warhorse was taller than the others, and its hooves were burning with silver flames. This was the legendary mount of the Silver King – the Holy Spirit.
"Everyone get on your horses." Freya ordered: "Remember your task-"
She looked back at the plains and sighed slightly: "They have messaging crystals on them. Don't give them any chance. Don't leave any prisoners. Kill everyone. "
When this order was given, Maynild looked back at the girl from the countryside of Bucce.
Freya frowned, but her eyes were still firm.
… …
Kuwu used to be Arreck's most trusted confidant. The Halfling, with his small head and large ears, knew very well how he earned Arreck's trust. It was not because of his outstanding abilities, but because of his loyalty. His father, an equally proud halfling, also served the previous Duke Arreck. Their family had such a tradition of loyalty, and this was what Kuwu was most proud of. But this time he knew that he could get through the previous difficulties, but this time, it might be his last time on the battlefield.
He tightened his bearskin robe, still thinking about the task given to him by the Duke – to challenge a dragon. Warriors were supposed to die on the battlefield, and this was a rare honor for Kuwu. The Ehnhorr people were the most tenacious people in the highlands, and they were the most valiant warriors. Today, they challenged a dragon, and their courage would be engraved on the stone pedestals of their hometown. But the cold wind was so cold that it almost lifted their robes. The cold cut their bodies like knives, and these halflings, who were used to the dry and cold climate of the highlands, could not bear it. Kuwu had a bad premonition since this morning. The elders of his family often said that if the day did not start well, then everything would not go well. He broke his own water bottle in the morning, which was an extremely unsettling bad omen.
The team moved forward with difficulty on the ice field, and for the whole morning, they had not traveled more than a few miles. Kuwu frowned. He was the most experienced warrior in his family, and he had been listening to the sound transmitted by the wind.
Suddenly, he heard a strange sound.
It was like thunder passing through the clouds, but it was not so obvious, but it was still rumbling. This low-frequency rumbling soon became clear. Kuwu turned his head and stared at the sky with some fanaticism. He finally recognized that this was the sound of something flying in the sky, and it must be a huge monster. If they really attracted the dragon, then they would die here, and their blood would be honorable.
In just a moment, the huge shadow that they were looking forward to appeared on the horizon. It split the clouds, tore the sky, and jumped into Kuwu's field of vision in an instant. At that moment, all the Ehnhorr halflings discovered the enemy and screamed. Among them, the timid ones were already scared out of their wits and began to flee in panic. But Kuwu could forgive them. After all, when he first heard about this task, he was also stunned like them.
He remembered how he was at that time and felt a little embarrassed. How could he be considered a qualified warrior? He took out Gao Yuan's strong liquor from his bosom, tilted his head back, and poured it down his throat. There was a burning sensation, and then he wiped his mouth and revealed a fanatical smile. It was enough. He never expected his men to deal with a dragon. That was an impossible task. But at least they had completed their mission, and that was enough. That stupid dragon had been attracted to the Ice Field, so Sir Lord's plan could be realized.
Ku Wu almost laughed out loud, but before he could laugh out loud, a trace of haze flashed across his mind.
He saw the dragon's shining golden scales.
It was a Gold Dragon.
"This is impossible!" Kuwu's eyes widened, and his face became pale. His big ears almost stood up. It was another dragon. There were two dragons in this ice field! No, he could not help but look around in panic. He still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. He hoped that Duke Arreck's information was wrong. Perhaps it was a Gold Dragon that lived here, and not a Frost Dragon. Although this idea was very disrespectful, the halfling leader did not care so much at this moment.
On the horse, an even stranger sound shattered all his delusions.
It was a sound that was even more distant than a dragon's scream. It sounded as if it came from the horizon, and it lasted for a long time. In Kuwu's life, he had only heard such a sound once. That was when he went to the Holy War with Arreck, and the Fanzin Legion's horn sounded.
"It's an ambush …"
Kuwu immediately understood what had happened. They had been set up. He trembled and took out the communication crystal, but it did not respond. "No … it's a Law Barrier." He was almost moaning. The enemy was obviously well-prepared. He immediately grabbed his weapon and screamed, "Quick, run out of this area. Spread out and spread the message! "
He looked up, and his green pupils reflected the Gold Dragon's figure that was getting bigger and bigger. The shadow seemed to represent despair.
A golden flame fell from the sky.
… …
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