"The Remains of the Saint?"
Legend has it that during the era of the Sages, the ancestors opened up a sanctuary in the valley. There were statues of ancient kings at the entrance of the valley, and any dark creatures that tried to enter would be struck by lightning. Even the power of darkness within a one-kilometer radius of the valley would be suppressed to a minimum.
Then, during the dark era, the humans, elves, and dwarves came out of the sanctuary and defeated the Twilight Dragon 'Calamity' under the leadership of the Azure Knight. Only then did the Year of Chaos begin.
"It is the Remains of the Saint, the Guardian Valley of the Kings, Your Highness." Oberwei replied.
"He can find such a place?" The princess had already changed her cup of tea, but she did not pay much attention to it. Even the white porcelain teacup with golden edges that she liked was ignored. She only used her slender fingers to fiddle with the silver spoon.
"That young man should have known about it beforehand, but he did not know the general location." Oberwei replied.
"But his method of finding the way is quite ingenious. Your Highness should have heard that the Witch Queen of Bunosson inherited the power of fate and the stars from generation to generation. There is also a faction of great wizards in the Tower Council who believe that the power of the stars and fate exists, and it came from the blind Goddess Elaine."
"I thought that was a story that only existed in myths."
"Not necessarily."
"Can I continue to listen?"
"But Your Highness, your court teacher, Sir Panosson, should be waiting for you."
The princess smiled and said slyly, "We are already late, Sir Oberwei. So please continue, I want to hear how they spend the night. "
Oberwei smiled as he had already expected this, so he continued, "Then our story will start from a legend, a story about a king and a white stag."
*****
The sky was completely dark, and the wind swept through the layers of clouds, causing the Abies Forest to rustle like the waves of the sea.
Freya looked at the dark sky with a worried expression, and the wind blew her hair into a mess. The girl held her best friend's hand and could not help but whisper, "Is Brando really that confident? Even Leto, Uncle Mano, and the rest of the locals have never heard of such a place. "
"Don't worry, Brando is the best." Romaine looked at the stars behind the clouds and answered matter-of-factly.
"You didn't even think about it, did you?"
"I didn't need it in the first place."
Freya couldn't help but feel angry when she talked to this woman whose mind was blank. Only then did she realize that her nervousness seemed to have lessened a lot. She couldn't help but think that the Roman and Brando seemed to have some similar qualities that made people feel at ease.
But Brando was calm and confident, and the Roman was carefree. The ponytailed girl suddenly felt that she didn't know what she would do if she didn't have them by her side.
But it was at this time that the refugees suddenly exclaimed. Freya and the Roman turned their heads together, and they couldn't believe that a breathtakingly beautiful creature had suddenly appeared in the middle of the camp. It was a completely transparent white stag. Its body showed the most perfect proportions of such an elegant and noble creature. Its limbs were slender, its body was strong, and the long horns on its head were as sharp as swords.
It didn't seem to be a creature that should exist in this world. It jumped up and stood on a rock, and its body was surrounded by light spots that fluttered up and down like fireflies.
It wasn't just them, even Retto, Mano, and Batom stood up at this moment. Brando was further away, holding the stag's pedestal in his hand. He stood together with the alchemist Tamar and watched the stag jump up the rock in a few leaps, nodded at them, and ran away.
"The finished product is a little flawed, but after all, the conditions are limited. It's already very difficult to achieve this step." Brando said. He was very satisfied with his first alchemy product.
The Shire and Tamar expressed the same opinion, but the young wizard still asked, "My lord, do you think that the Valley of the King's Guardian is real?"
"You know that thing?" Brando was stunned.
"Of course, ancient knowledge is a compulsory course for wizards. Many schools of magic originated from the era of the Sage."
"I can guarantee its authenticity, but the valley is in the fog, and its location is uncertain. I can only hope that Goddess Helene can help me tonight, so that my precious stag can find the way faster. "
Brando thought that of course, the place where the remains of the Sage was also very famous in the game. Countless people had been there, and many more people speculated that there might be a huge secret hidden in it. But no one had ever found anything from it. He had also been there, but he only found the same thing as others.
That was, he didn't find anything.
"Help?" Tamar asked.
"It depends on whether Goddess Helene cares for us or not." Brando replied.
"What will happen if she doesn't?" The Shire turned his head.
Brando didn't answer this time. There were at least three to six thousand skeletons and zombies following behind them. In front of them were the elite troops of 'Death Maggots' and Kabias, as well as the wandering ghosts in the forest. This night might not be easy.
Brando saw the white stag in front of him, causing the refugees to cheer and then stop at the other side of the valley. He knew that tonight's adventure had begun.
He looked at the time. It was eleven o 'clock.
So he ordered the refugees to break camp and advance. The guards with spears in their hands moved in parallel with the refugees. Two long black dragons walked along the valley. There was also the light of the moon and the stars, so there was no need for torches.
The last fifty riders were the ones who brought up the rear. Brendel and Ciel leapt onto their horses and pulled out their swords. The Thorn of Light's blade was glowing with a faint light, indicating that there were no undead nearby.
"Let them follow the white stag, it will bring us luck!" Brando held the sword in his hand and turned his horse to his Knight.
Mano rode his horse and followed behind him. He asked loudly, "My lord, can we really pass through that valley and be in front of Madara's army?"
"Of course."
"I'm not doubting you, my lord, but this … this sounds a little unbelievable."
"Indeed, but you just have to trust me at this time. I won't joke with my life — "
"What about the undead army in front of us? From here to the north, there are at least three columns of Madara's army lingering in the mountains. Some of them came from the Valley of Sharp Stones, and some came from the Hunting Deer Forest. I suspect that they are the advance troops of the White Knight and the 'Ghouls'. " One of the White-Mane swordsmen asked. Brando recognized him. Luc Beson called him Taron.
He had fought with him once in Fortress Riedon, and he remembered that he used his sword to send him flying. Of course, he might have remembered wrongly, or it might have been two other people. The situation back then was too chaotic.
And this officer seemed to have a deep prejudice against him. Although he was convinced by his swordsmanship, he still had to stand out and oppose him when it came to tactics.
"Moreover, we have 'Maggot' Marcus chasing after us." The officer continued, "If we fight them head-on, we will be dead."
Brando looked at him. He indeed needed an officer from the White-Mane swordsmen to restrain his soldiers, so he was not angry. He only replied, "They will always have a loophole."
"What loophole?" Taron held the reins and asked.
Brando obviously would not reveal the secret of the gargoyle to him. Although some of them knew that he had the right to control the gargoyle, they did not know what he could do with it.
"We will go behind the 'Maggot' and they will pass through here in half an hour." He thought for a while and said on a whim.
Everyone went silent. Even the mercenaries who were beginning to trust him couldn't help but wonder if this guy was crazy.
But Retto said, "That's a good idea, if we can grasp the opportunity."
Brendel turned around to look at the man in surprise. This was not an ordinary act of bravery. He had only done this once in the game. Sneaking through the gaps in the enemy's defense line, destroying one or two squadrons, and then sneaking behind another squadron. It was not impossible to do this, but it required a great deal of control over the situation, and also to be able to stop the enemy's' eyes'.
Even if Brando was confident, it was just a casual remark. He did not expect Retto to see the opportunity and even dare to risk it all.
Everyone was stunned again. But this time, it was Mano's turn to speak. He finally reacted and said, "Okay, if that's the case, I'll take the risk too."
But to lead one or two thousand refugees to pass through the enemy's defense line?
Other than Mano, Retto and Brando, everyone else, including Freya, thought that the three of them were crazy. But Brando was very calm. He looked at the gargoyle in the sky and knew what he was relying on the most.
*****
'Maggot' Marcus knew that there was another group of refugees in the direction of Silver Sparrow Mountain since this morning. They had escaped before dawn and even killed a group of skeleton knights.
But at first, he did not pay much attention to them. After all, most of the refugees escaped into the Deer Hunting Hills in scattered groups. Compared to the group of refugees who were with the White-Mane Swordsmen in the Valley of Sharp Stones, they were the core of his and Kabias' operation.
Humans were really weak.
To him, the battle was as easy as he expected. The White-Mane army was known as Erouine's regular army, but they were also weak in front of Madara's army. After chasing them for the entire day and delivering the final blow, the battle ended before sunset.
Although the vanguard suffered heavy casualties, they were only cannon fodder. The ghouls and Kabias' skeleton cavalry did not suffer any losses.
Compared to that, the battle last night hurt him the most. It would take a long time for more than forty skeleton cavalry to accumulate.
Marcus then turned his attention to the group of refugees. Lord Tarkus had ordered them to seal off the Valley of Sharp Stones. Every troop that participated in the battle did not dare to be careless.
However, he immediately sensed an unusual aura.
The enemy seemed to be very good at evading the detection of the skeleton vultures. Throughout the day, they only caught sight of the group a few times, but in the end, they still lost sight of them.
This was not a good sign.
Under the dim Flame of the Soul, Marcus spread out the sheepskin map and drew a few circles around the Silver Sparrow Mountain.
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