On the way back to the refugees, Brando found out that Tamar had been looking for him ever since he woke up from his coma in order to thank him for saving his life last night. At that time, he saw Brando, The Shire and the horseman leaving the refugees together. He followed them all the way and did not expect to coincidentally bump into Brando casting the forbidden spell.
However, Brando was not worried that Tamar would turn around and report him to the Holy Cathedral of Fire. On one hand, he felt that this tough middle-aged man was not that kind of person. On the other hand, Tamar did not have any evidence.
What Brando did not know was that while he was surprised by Tamar's identity, Tamar also felt that he was mysterious. The middle-aged man had only seen the description of the Blood Magic Circle in some parchment books. In fact, even he did not know how to cast this forbidden spell. At that time, he only inferred that Brando was using the Blood Magic Circle based on the possible effects of the Blood Magic Circle on his body.
But he had to admit that even so, he guessed correctly. This kind of sensitivity and talent was not something that ordinary people could have.
However, Tamar did not have any prejudice against the forbidden spell itself. In this day and age, which nobles did not violate it? The Holy Cathedral of Fire also strictly prohibited the trafficking and smuggling of slaves. But in the border areas, this dirty business was prosperous, and even some of the clergy were involved in it.
In comparison, he now wanted to discuss with this young noble about his alchemy skills. The middle-aged man thought for a while and then asked, "My Lord, what do you want to make?"
Brando could not help but feel a little proud when he thought of the future master alchemist calling him 'My Lord'. "I need to synthesize a batch of spirit crystals. The materials are the remains of high-level undead. I want to use them to make a spirit statue."
In fact, what he wanted to make was a spirit statue (White Deer). This was a relatively simple spirit statue. It could summon the spirit of a white stag. In the ancient legends of Wohnde, the white stag lived in an ancient oak forest. The quiet sun shone on the island in the middle of the forest, symbolizing the resting place of the soul. Therefore, the white stag was very sensitive to spirits. Brando wanted to use it to sniff out the ghosts hidden in the spirit world.
That was probably the first type of mid-ranked undead that they were about to encounter. They were the scariest assassins and spies of the necromancers in the night.
"Soul statue?" Tamar couldn't help but feel a bit incredulous. The Soul Sculpture was just a simple alchemy product. The only difficulty was the difficulty of obtaining the materials. The middle-aged alchemist found it hard to imagine that Brando would use a forbidden technique to create a Soul Sculpture.
"Mr. Tamar, you don't have to be confused. It's actually because we lack alchemy tools …" Brando saw through Tamar's doubts and answered.
Tamar almost fell to the ground when he heard this. The Blood Refining technique was very powerful in the records. One of the main reasons why it was called a forbidden technique was because it could be used quickly and simply on the battlefield. It had an advantage that ordinary alchemy could not compare to. However, the backlash from activating a high-grade array using the Blood Refining Art was also frightening.
In the past, in the war between the Light Faction and the Dark Kingdom, there were alchemists who used the Blood Refining Art to summon powerful creatures to turn the tide. However, the core of the technique was the sacrifice, which was completely contrary to the teachings of the Light Faction. Therefore, it was listed as a forbidden technique.
But now, this young nobleman actually used it as a substitute for 'alchemy tools'. Then again, a professional alchemist would carry his tools with him even if he lost his life.
"Well, my lord. Actually, I also have some tools with me. If you don't mind, you can use mine. The Blood Refining Art is a forbidden technique that is very harmful to the body. It's better not to use it. "Tamar finally reacted after a long while.
"Of course, I don't mind. Then, I'll have to trouble you." Brando, of course, would not be stupid enough to bleed himself. Although the No.5 Holy Water was not as powerful as the No.7 Holy Water, it was still a precious potion that could save a life at a critical moment.
Brando was in a good mood because he could reduce the cost of alchemy and unexpectedly obtain a future Master Alchemist. For the first time in days, he felt relieved. This allowed him to walk with The Shire and Tamar while discussing alchemy techniques.
The Shire was an apprentice wizard. Although he had not really mastered alchemy, the Highland Wizard Mentors in Karsuk's Black Tower were all Master Alchemists. He was very familiar with alchemy, so his knowledge was extraordinary.
Brando, on the other hand, had Level 5 Alchemy knowledge. Even if he participated in Erouine's official alchemy exam, he could easily get the title of Level 1 Professional Alchemist. Compared to Tamar, who was still wandering around the door, Brando was more like an alchemy genius.
Tamar benefited a lot from the discussion, but the middle-aged man's wild ideas also made Brando nervous. He knew that Tamar lacked the opportunity and external environment. Otherwise, he would one day become a legendary Master Alchemist.
After all, alchemy was a skill that required a lot of resources. The teeth of the mid-level liches that Brendel used before were sold for more than 300 Tor in the black market or the wizard market.
Thirty of them were enough to make a simple statue of a white deer.
While the three of them were discussing, Brando saw Freya walking along the long line of refugees. She looked drowsy. What's going on? Brando was stunned. He walked over and waved his hand in front of Freya's face. There was no response, so he patted Freya's head.
Freya was startled and woke up abruptly. "You, what are you doing?" She saw that it was Brando and could not help but gnash her teeth. "Brando! Where have you been? There are so many people coming. I can't handle it! "
Her voice was getting softer and softer. It did not sound like she was complaining, but more like she was wronged. Brando asked her to lead the refugees, and she did her best. However, as the number of refugees increased, she felt exhausted. In fact, just like Brando, she had not slept for the past few days. Compared to Brando, she was under a lot more pressure.
The Shire and Tamar saw that Brando and Freya were talking, so they tacitly took a step back and continued their discussion. As for what happened between the young man and the girl with a long ponytail, they pretended that they did not see it.
As the saying goes, the onlooker sees the clearer picture. Brando was completely unaware of Freya's special dependence on him. The young wizard's squire, on the other hand, had the intention to watch a good show. As for Tamar, the honest middle-aged alchemist thought that the girl was the young noble's fiancée.
"You haven't slept yet?"
"There are so many people, how can I have time? Brando, did you know that the White-Mane swordsmen were defeated? We just received a lot of soldiers who retreated from the Valley of Sharp Stones. I heard that many of them died … "
Freya rubbed her eyes that were as red as a rabbit's and said with some dissatisfaction.
Brendel was taken aback. [This silly girl can't be doing everything by herself, right?] He could not help but touch his forehead. "Don't tell me you want to do everything by yourself?"
"Then, then what should I do?" Freya stared at him blankly.
"Don't you still have Retto, Uncle Mano and the others? If you really can't do it, you can just pick a few people from the refugees and give them the power to help you." Brando felt that the ponytailed girl was too stubborn.
"Ah, you, why didn't you say so earlier!"
Brando knocked on her forehead. "It has nothing to do with me, it's because you're too stupid."
Freya's face turned red, and she pushed his hand away: "I-I'll talk to you later." She turned around and ran away as if she was on fire, leaving only a hasty back view. Brando shook his head and laughed when he saw the ponytail bobbing up and down.
"How was it?" The Shire chuckled as soon as Freya left.
Brando picked up the waterskin and was stunned. "What do you mean by how was it?"
"Freya, she's a good girl. She's kind, serious and cute. Can't you see, My Lord, she actually likes you? "The young mage replied.
Brendel had just gulped down a mouthful of water, and he could not help but spit it out.
"What did you say?"
"I said, Miss Roman and Miss Freya — this is big trouble, My Lord."
*****
Brando spent the whole afternoon carving a suitable container. After all, it was his first alchemy work. At first, Brando wanted to complete the base of the white stag by himself. But after cutting a few pieces of Abies, he soon found the gap between dreams and reality.
The best product in his hand looked more like a carrot than a stag. He had no choice but to entrust this job to Tamar. Most professional alchemists should be good at crafting, tailoring, painting and even forging skills. Of course, Brando was an exception.
When he got out of the carriage, it was almost evening. The sun was gradually sinking below the rolling mountains in the west. The afterglow of the setting sun plated the mountains with a beautiful bronze color. In the distance, the tip of the forest of Abies sparkled as if it was dyed with gold.
Brando held the carriage with one hand and looked at the sunset. He could not help but think that if he kept going in that direction, he would eventually come across a mountain that reached into the clouds — the Kalanga Mountains. The majestic mountain continued to meander westward, forming a peninsula in the Dead Moon Inland Sea.
He remembered that his first expedition in the game had been through that forest, and they had finally reached the eastern shore of the Dead Moon Inland Sea.
This was the world, it was so real in front of his eyes.
After leaving the carriage, Brando spent some time looking for the Roman, but he could not find the future Romaine. In fact, Romaine was on her 'own adventure' during the day. Most of the time, you could not see her.
He looked at the sky for the last time, and it was starting to get dark.
At around half past seven, Brendel ordered the refugees to stop at a deep ravine in the valley. The light here was even dimmer, and the shadows on both sides of the ravine made it difficult to see what was hidden in the shadows. When the mountain started to fog, it was accompanied by the sound of night owls in the distance. It was very creepy.
But Brando knew that this was the only place where they could avoid the vision of Madara's skeletal vultures. When the night came, it would be the time for the ghosts to appear.
After settling the refugees, Brando ordered the militia to cut down trees on the nearby mountain. He wanted them to make a batch of simple spears in a short time to replenish the new manpower.
His core strength was still the Public Order Cavalry, Mano, and the others. Now, it had expanded to more than fifty people. Since the beginning of the day, he had received close to a hundred mercenaries and White-mane Light Footmen. In addition to the militia recruited from the refugees, this number could be doubled.
Therefore, he did not lack manpower. What he lacked was weapons. The militia still had to share a sword with three people. This reminded him of the revolutionary ancestors in his world.
On the other side, Brando ordered The Shire to gather the leaders under him. For example, Retto, Mano, Gasliel, and the newly joined Batom. These people represented the small circles under him. He had to explain the plan to them tonight to prevent any mishaps.
At eight o 'clock, the last ray of light disappeared into the horizon. The twelve stars of the Witch King's Constellation were the first to appear in the eastern sky.
Brando and the others stood at the top of the valley. He looked down at the refugees who were busy setting up camp and said: "You have seen the situation today. The White-mane army and most of the refugees met with misfortune in the Valley of Sharp Rocks. I'm sure most of you have heard about it. Madara's tactic is not to chase us away. Instead, they want to kill us so that the news of the fall of Fortress Riedon will not reach Vermiere. "
"Then what should we do, my lord? At this time, the Undead Army has far outnumbered us. Our riders said that they saw a sea of skeletons in the west. They move slowly during the day, but when night falls, they are everywhere. "Mano raised his head and asked.
"And zombies," another person added.
"Of course there's a way, but it's impossible to escape. Due to Luc Beson's failure, most of the Death Maggots and Kabias's elites are already in front of us. We need to find a shortcut from the other side. "Brando replied." So, have you heard of the Remains of the Saint? "
Everyone was stunned.
(PS. = _ _ = monthly votes dropped to third place, and it seemed that it was still slipping towards fourth place unstoppably.
Students, please support me. My heart is bleeding as I look at my ranking dropping.
But why do I feel so much colder today? My hands and feet are almost numb from the cold.
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