Great Glacier.
This was a world of ice and snow. The glaciers crisscrossed like stacked glass, forming a crystal-clear world. The biting cold wind carried snow all year round, like a sharp blade, carving deep scars on the smooth ice surface. Day after day, it formed the rugged and strange landscape of this place. However, in such a harsh and dangerous environment, there were still outsiders.
An old sorcerer in a silver robe was struggling to sneak through the snow. He held an ivory staff in one hand and a pointy sorcerer's hat that looked like it could be blown away at any time. His snow-white beard fluttered wildly in the bone-chilling icy wind as he stepped into the knee-high snow. The staff in his hand was called 'Tir', which meant knowledge. It was owned by the Bugas.
It was the three keys to the truth – knowledge, wisdom, and reason. However, this divine artifact was now used as a walking stick.
The old sorcerer moved slowly along the valley, as small as an ant. He crossed the blue ice and came to an open space and stopped.
This was a huge valley. Black rocks protruded from the snow, forming steep peaks around. Between the peaks, the wind and snow were much lighter. The old sorcerer looked around. There was a man-made building in the valley. It was supposed to be a tower suspended in mid-air. It was a bit like a beautiful obelisk. It was snow-white and hundreds of feet high. However, it had already collapsed.
Part of its wreckage had been buried under the snow. The surface that was originally covered with mysterious patterns was also frozen. It was obvious that the destruction was not recent.
"The third one." The old sorcerer shook his head and said to himself.
As if in response to his words, a disdainful snort came from the cold wind. It was a woman's voice. It was low and hoarse, but it was full of majesty and power. "William, I told you that you would come back here. How about it? You should have noticed that the boundary of Order is rapidly fading, and the fragile laws are collapsing day by day. Everything is as described in the prophecy.
But your laughable efforts were in vain. This time, there will be no idiot to save you — "
The old sorcerer — or perhaps one of the most powerful beings in this world, one of the Twelve Silver Rings, the master of Kanage, the Lord of Time and Space — did not even flinch. "My esteemed Lady Fusia Kath, or should I call you the Seven Dragons, or should I call you the Evil Dragon Fusia, or Dalastaire, the daughter of the Dragon Lord of Storms and Time?
Son? "
"Hmph!"
This cold snort seemed to transform into a storm, causing icy winds to blow in the valley. The woman replied coldly, "If you really respect me so much, why would you imprison me in this place? My eyes have seen through three thousand years. Ever since you chose to betray me, I have been waiting here, waiting for you to taste your own medicine. Now that you have returned here, tell me …" She said coldly, "I have been waiting for you to taste your own medicine.
What are you thinking about right now? "
"Lady Fusia Kath, no one has ever regretted their actions." William replied in a clear voice as he faced the biting snow and wind.
"Do you see the waves on the Sea of Mana, William? Why don't you take a guess? What is brewing beneath the calm surface?" The voice sneered.
William raised his eyebrows slightly. "I know you know, Lady Fusia Kath. I'm here today to ask you something. What do you see happening in the east? We can feel that the Laws of Tiamat are changing at a speed that has not been seen for thousands of years. We don't understand what is happening. The Tide of Mana is rising day after day.
The Moon Moon is reflecting the turbulence on the surface of the sea in another world, but we can't find the reason behind it. "
"What do you see?" Fusia Kath asked.
"In just one short month, we have lost thirty observation points. Just as you said, the borders of Order are rapidly disappearing. We have lost three Sacred Towers in the Great Glacier alone."
The woman laughed contemptuously. "I saw the Flame Seed being extinguished with my own eyes. I knew you would come here."
"Then tell me, what else did you see?"
"During the Harvest Moon, our wizards saw the Black Moon —"
"The Black Moon," Fusia Kath chuckled. "The thirteenth moon, she has finally appeared. Isn't it beautiful?"
"She destroyed Kaleta, and the people who were there that day saw a strange scene."
"What kind of strange?"
"The tower, as if it was immersed in the darkness of the night." William answered.
"Babel's reflection," Fusia Kath replied. "But that is not the reason why you are here."
William raised his head and stared at the mountains around the valley. Then he replied, "I feel that all the observation points in the Eastern Region have shifted at the same time —"
"You suspect that I'm behind this?"
William did not answer.
"Ridiculous," Fusia Kath sneered. "Let me give you a piece of advice, William."
"The moon, has lost —"
… …
Even though it was winter, the temperature on this day was abnormally high. The sun was far away in the sky, but after crossing the median line, it shone brightly on the ground, causing everyone to become a little impatient as they waited. Count Jean and his army had surrendered for a while. Brando thought it was a trap at first, but after some probing, he realized that it was a trap.
However, he found that the other side was sincere. Although he didn't know what these Kirrlutz nobles were up to, he still successfully took down their weapons and temporarily detained the noble army in the Red Pine Forest. He now only wanted Dragon to know one thing – what was wrong with the Count on the opposite side.
The Count did not want to meet him personally, so he had to ask Princess Magadal and the Shire to do it for him. He waited for a while until the Shire finally came back from the Red Pine Forest. The first thing the young wizard said was, "My Lord, we have found out what happened."
Brando looked at him calmly. He was not in a hurry to speak, even though this was the answer he had wanted for a long time.
The Shire then replied, "The Moore, Cooper, Walker, and Count Alcorn are not lying in ambush around here. In fact, since this morning, no, since last night, Count Jean has not been able to contact them."
"What do you mean?" Brando did not understand the answer for a while. He frowned slightly and asked.
"I'm not sure. Count Jean did not explain it clearly either. According to his description, those people seemed to have disappeared. He thought it was us who did it, so he was forced to surrender to us." The Shire replied with some amusement. The Count seemed to be scared out of his wits.
"Disappeared?"
Brando was stunned for a moment before he asked, "What does that mean?"
The Shire replied, "It means that the Moore and Cooper armies were stationed in Hemlock Town three days ago until yesterday. The Walker army was stationed in Vargas Town, and Count Alcorn was stationed near the Boulevard of Leaves. But now, these armies have all disappeared. At least, Count Jean could not contact them."
"Is that possible?" Brando felt that it was simply unbelievable. "Are you sure this is not a trap? Did our Gargoyles search the surrounding area carefully?"
His question was actually nonsense. Long before this, they had already searched the surrounding area several times. After confirming that there were no traces of the enemy, they dared to come out and accept Count Jean's surrender. Moreover, even if this was a trap, the Count would have thought of a way to at least make up a lie that was consistent with common sense. He would not have made up such a ridiculous story.
The more ridiculous the Count's description of the matter was, the more reliable his words were.
The Shire shook his head gently. "It seems that he is not lying. You did not see the Count's face. He seemed to be really scared. He did not want to see you. Most likely, he was afraid that you would harm him."
Brando shook his head in disbelief. "Did you send Gargoyles and scouts to Hemlock Town, Vargas Town, and the Boulevard of Leaves?"
"You have to ask Metisha and Maynild about this. My Lord, I am not responsible for this." The Shire replied.
Brando finally remembered. He could not help but pat his head, thinking that he was completely confused by the strange situation. So he hurried to find Metisha. The latter was arranging for the Cruz captives to be settled. This batch of captives was the largest batch they had taken in along the way. There were no less than a thousand people, and many of them were not nobles.
There were also mercenaries, farmers, craftsmen, and soldiers. These people were more troublesome to deal with than the nobles because they had to provide them with food. According to The Shire's words, these people might as well be released. Brando was tempted by this proposal, but he knew that he could not be so hasty because his intentions would be too obvious.
When he found Medissa, he asked about the scouts and the gargoyles. The Silver Elf princess seemed to have expected that he would come looking for her, and immediately replied: "My lord, Valgus Town and the Forest Avenue are quite far from here, but the gargoyles that were sent to Hemlock Town have returned once. Just like what the count said, there was not a single person in the area, and there was no one there.
There were no traces of battle. "
"No traces of battle?"
Metisha nodded.
[Or did Count Alcons get wind of this beforehand and abandoned Count Jean and ran away by himself?] Brendel thought to himself. [Or did Count Alcons get wind of this beforehand? But this reason sounded a bit ridiculous. If he ran alone, then there was no need to bring Moore, Cooper, and the Walker family's Knight and Lord. But if he had the ability to inform others to run together, then he might not have left Count Jean behind.
Even if he wanted to sell his teammates, his first choice should be those powerless nobles. Brando really didn't see the need for the other party to fall out with the Jean family.
But if it was any other possibility, it would be even stranger because there was no reason at all.
He asked Charles to ask the count a few more times, but the answer he got was the same. This made him confused for a while. Although it was a rare thing to be able to win without bloodshed, it was still a good thing. However, the problem was that the current situation made one's hair stand on end. An army of thousands of people, in an area of dozens of kilometers, had actually been destroyed in a single night.
Suddenly disappeared into thin air. What kind of situation was this?
In desperation, Brando could only let the envoy group stop and wait for the Gargoyles and scouts to return from Town of Valgus and the Boulevard of Leaves. From Count Jean's description, he faintly felt that something was wrong. It was like an instinctive premonition of danger. He had experienced all kinds of abnormal situations in the game, and these experiences provided him with rich experience to deal with all kinds of situations.
It was a sudden situation.
At one o 'clock in the afternoon, the Gargoyles still hadn't returned from Town of Valgus and the Boulevard of Leaves. However, at this time, Maynild finally returned to the White Lion Guards from the envoy group. Her main task was to send the young prince and the others in the envoy group, including the noble captives of the Cruz people, to join the main force here. Brando felt that there was something wrong with this battle.
That was why he sent this female knight, who was more reliable, to handle this matter.
Under normal circumstances, Roman and Dilferi were in charge of this matter.
After Maynild returned to the White Lion Guards and heard the description of the others, she immediately frowned. "How far is this place from Rokezi, the fortress group of the Broken Sword Mountains?"
Brendel immediately understood what she was thinking. They had worked together for a long time, and sometimes they could understand each other with just a glance or a word. He immediately shook his head. "This place is not far from Rokezi, the closest fortress in the Broken Sword Mountain Range, but it's very far from Toquinin. This is the Floating Cloud Hills, and according to the nearest map, it's not far from here.
Rest, the Lion Beastmen of Toquinin are still in the south of the Anzeruta Mountains. Even if they break through the fortress at the same time we receive the news, it is impossible for them to reach here. "
"Not to mention that they are still biding their time there," The Shire added.
Brando nodded, but then said, "But we can't rule out the possibility that the nobles are providing us with false information."
"What's in it for them, my lord?" The Shire asked.
"There's no benefit," Brendel replied: "The Kirrlutz nobles can't possibly side with the Lion Beastmen, so there's no point in them lying to us about this. But the problem is, what if the information they received is not accurate?"
But this time, Metisha shook her head. "My lord, we have been collecting similar information from the captives according to Maynild's instructions, but the rumors we received were similar. Unless the Lion Beastmen are deliberately deceiving the Empire, what the nobles said should be true."
"Unless the Lion Beastmen are deliberately deceiving the Empire?"
Brando suddenly caught this sentence. He glanced at Maynild. According to their earlier analysis, the Lion Beastmen were biding their time in the south of Rokezi, the Broken Sword Mountains. Unless there was some internal conflict, or they were deliberately deceiving the Empire's border army. The possibility of the former was very small. The Lion Beastmen were a clan kingdom under the leadership of the great chief and the high priest.
Under the leadership of the great chief and the high priest, if there was no conflict between the two, then it was almost impossible for there to be any internal conflict within the army. Perhaps there would be some small conflicts between the tribes, but it would not affect the overall situation. As for the relationship between the great chief and the high priest, the possibility of there being any problems was even smaller.
The leader of Toquinin in this era was the Lion King Orr, a famous monarch. He was the student of the high priest of this generation, and there were no rumors of any unhappiness between the two.
But if it was not the former, then it could only be the latter.
But before this, Brando did not have enough information, so he could only put aside the movements of the Lion Beastmen for the time being. But now, when Metisha reminded him, he immediately remembered and asked, "Senior, is there a tunnel under Anzeruta left by the ancient dwarves?"
In a moment of desperation, he accidentally called out the name of Allium Japonicum when he was in the other world. But fortunately, the others did not seem to notice this detail. Only Maynild looked at him indifferently and shook her head.
"There are indeed dwarven attacks under Anzeruta, but it is unlikely that the Lion Beastmen of Toquinin will use them."
"Why?" Brando was slightly startled and asked.
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