"The Shire."
"Here we are."
"Hipamira."
"I'm here, My Lord."
"Lady Maynild."
The female Knight hid behind a Dragon Blood Tree and nodded to Brando from afar.
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio The afternoon sun filled the entire valley, but the valley was silent. Looking down from the dense branches, the first thing that came into view was a slender and beautiful back. Dark and shiny scales were arranged closely in order, followed by a pair of huge bat wings and a curled neck. At the top of the neck was a skull. It was a dragon. She lay quietly in the valley, and her huge body almost filled the whole valley. Some small creatures were busy around her.
On the light screen where Charles was using the peeping spell, goblins, earth goblins, and some kobolds were shown. The giant dragon seemed to be resting. Its rubbery eyelids were lowered, and it was motionless. Only its long tail was wagging occasionally.
Earl Alcorn looked at the elegant and huge creature with some fear. This dragon was slightly smaller than the one they saw last night. It should be the black dragon that left alone. At his signal, Sir Cooper asked, "What should we do, Mr. Captain?"
Mr. Captain — since last night's battle, this title had become the official title of the surviving nobles of Cruz to Brando. Brando understood that this subconsciously represented the rise of his status in the hearts of these people, but it was hard to say how much this rise would do.
He also glanced at the valley, then shook his head gently. This dragon happened to cut off their path, which was really unfortunate. "It's lying here basking in the sun, which means it hasn't found us. Maybe it's resting, or maybe it's waiting for Malthus. We'll wait until evening. If it doesn't move by evening, we'll have to find a way to take a detour."
He turned back to Jutta and said, "Be careful of its servants. Don't let the goblins and kobolds find us. Gather everyone, hide in a valley, and set up a perimeter. Don't be afraid to kill. The dragon is unlikely to remember its humble servants. As long as there are some left, it won't be suspicious."
Jutta carefully remembered every word, and her sexy figure disappeared into the dense forest.
Cooper couldn't help but look in that direction greedily.
A squirrel crawled on Brando's shoulder all the way to the ground, then it turned its head, raised its little head, and stared at the Roman with its black eyes. This was White Mist. She was the Roman's familiar, and the two would naturally sense each other within a certain distance. As the guardian chosen by the Witch Queen herself, as long as she and the Roman were within the same boundary, she would be able to locate the Roman. In fact, she had sent messages between the Roman and Brando two or three times, but the latter was blocked on the other side of the valley by the dragon named Modesti.
The Roman first asked her to deliver the message, including the dwarf's confession and Chiyara's speculation. That was how Brando found out that the valley was actually the camp of the Lizard Lady, Shagos.
"White Mist, let the Roman and the rest stay there. We'll meet up in the evening. Tell them to be careful, don't run around, and don't cause any trouble."
"Okay." White Mist was silent in front of anyone, as if she only had the patience to answer with an 'okay' in front of Brando or the Roman.
The little prince, who was squatting beside Brando, was itching to stroke the squirrel's furry head with his fingers. As a result, White Mist mercilessly bit his finger, scaring him so much that he quickly retracted his hand and covered his finger.
"This is a familiar?" Haruz looked at the grass where White Mist disappeared and asked curiously.
"Familiars come in all kinds of forms, and they don't need to be alive, so it doesn't have to be a squirrel. The most famous witch in history, Beatrice, used a butterfly made of pure gold as her familiar." Brando replied. He touched the latter's head and replied somewhat dotingly, "You will also have a familiar. Although not every wizard has a familiar, I will definitely find you the best one."
"Thank you, teacher." Haruz's eyes widened. "But teacher, can I have a squirrel as my familiar?"
"Why do you like squirrels so much?"
"They, they look cute, don't they?" The little prince replied with a red face.
Brando held his forehead, almost defeated by this prince. He thought to himself, Do you dare to have some normal hobbies, such as a mighty shadow cheetah or something, or a cool colorful salamander that can make its owner invisible, or a dragon as your familiar like Tuman. Isn't that what a boy should aspire to?
He patted Haruz on the shoulder. "I'm afraid not."
"Oh —" Haruz looked very disappointed.
Brando smiled slightly.
As a teacher, the proudest thing was to meet a good student. But a student like Haruz, who had an unimaginable talent in ancient magic, who was born noble but was not arrogant at all, and who obeyed his teacher's every word, was rare even among good students.
Haruz's talent in black magic could indeed be described as terrifying —
Ancient magic, the earliest magic of Wohnde, shared the same origin as witchcraft, runic spells, and spiritual spells, which the witches claimed to have magic in words and language. These magic actually came from the obscurity of the dark, the exploration of the unknown by the law. They were part of the dark magic itself, and even today, witches still used such power.
Ancient magic was very different from today's magic system. Most of the ancient spells' incantations were lengthy and slow. The spellcasting movements were complicated and strict, and the casting environment was extremely demanding. Most of the ancient magic was derived from array spells and runic spells, as well as the unique string spells of the dragons, and witchcraft. The most important part of casting ancient magic was to display runes and formations, which were only used in array spells in today's magic system. In fact, there were simplified ways to shorten the casting time by drawing a magic circle in advance, but this method did not work in the ancient magic system. Ancient magic required the spellcaster to be able to instantly form a magic circle and display the correct runes at the same time.
This required a wizard's innate talent to reach a terrifying level. It required extraordinary magic sensitivity, namely the bloodline attribute, as well as terrifying elemental sensitivity, to accommodate countless runes under the four major elemental laws, as well as an almost limitless capacity for the spirit, namely the mana pool. Otherwise, one would not be able to activate those astronomical spells.
As early as the Age of Silver, there were very few people who could master ancient magic, but all this was easily solved for Haruz. Brando suspected that the young prince's talent was the Twin Pact, or something like the Blue Calamity. He had never seen Haruz overly tired from casting spells, which meant that he could practice spells from morning to night without the help of the wizard tower's mana pool, and he could still be as energetic the next day.
Similarly, an apprentice could master seven to nine runes, depending on their talent. Most players could learn Elemental Magic or Rune Magic at a fixed rate of ten, which was already considered an extraordinary talent in the eyes of the NPCs. When Romain learned witchcraft, he mastered fifteen runes during his apprenticeship, which made Brendel extremely jealous.
As for the young prince, he had mastered fourteen runes so far. The reason why he was one less than the Roman was that Brando and the Wind Empress could only teach him that much in the past three months. That was to say, the young prince had mastered as much as they taught him. Haruz could only perform some small tricks now, and he was not even an apprentice. He could only be considered a beginner.
Who was the protagonist here? For a moment, Brando could not help but doubt his own life. He suspected that he might have transmigrated to this world to open the door to the young prince's future.
And in all kinds of stories and legends, people like him usually didn't have a good ending. If this story was evil, then he would definitely be pierced through the heart by the little prince in the future, and then the latter would say something very cool — for example, "Teacher, now I don't need you anymore." or something like that. If this story was Knight oriented, then he would most likely die in front of Haruz because of something, and then the latter would finally wake up and embark on the path of the strong.
Brando glanced at the young prince's' delicate 'face and thought that it was most likely the second development.
But it was impossible for him to give up teaching Haruz now, because the average player could never have Haruz's talent. Players were born with heroic attributes, slightly weaker than the Prophets, and Haruz was almost certainly a Chosen One. His personality was his biggest flaw, which could be said to be negligible among the Chosen Ones Brando had seen. What was more terrifying was that he might also have the talent of fate and an extremely outstanding bloodline talent.
This delicate young prince was the legendary face king, and Haruz listened to him. It felt like he was leveling up with a cheat. Brando knew the direction of the future and understood what kind of class combination was the strongest. Coupled with Haruz's talent, he could imagine what kind of monster he was creating. That feeling was absolutely irresistible to him.
The future of a wizard often depended on the direction of his development. Some people were limited by their talent, some by their personality, but more people were limited by their knowledge. There were many outstanding geniuses in history who were buried because their mentor was nothing more than a charlatan. Even a court mage's knowledge was often limited by his lifetime of learning. Not everyone had the complete and complex inheritance system of the craftsmen of Buga.
It was impossible for players to have the talent of the legendary natives, but natives rarely had the ability to plan their classes so strictly as players, even down to each level. But Brando had it. Although he might not be able to find some things in a short time, he knew what was best. He would never replace the young prince with something temporarily. Some things, once missed when laying the foundation, were likely to become a lifelong regret.
Brando wanted to see how far his student could go in the future when the two were combined. As far as he knew, there were several body level wizards among the players, but their talent was not as abnormal as Haruz's.
Of course, Haruz and even his sister did not know what kind of path his teacher had prepared for him. For him, what he was worried about now was how to become a qualified king. The throne was an annoying burden for him, far less interesting than following his teacher to other countries. Although the journey was full of danger and fear, it was very exciting.
After answering Haruz's question, Brando glanced at the valley again, as if to confirm the terrain or the distribution of the lizardmen's camp. This was like a natural habit for him, a subconscious behavior. After memorizing the nearby terrain, he waved to the others and motioned everyone to retreat into the dense forest.
After the group quietly retreated into the bushes, The Shire stopped peeping. Brando asked the others, "How was it?"
"I smell a conspiracy, my lord," The Shire replied.
"Nonsense," Brando reprimanded angrily, "Two of the three dragons, plus Queen Medusa, have already appeared in the surface world. Jorgendy Ridge is making such a big fuss, it can't be that they are just here to be bystanders."
"What is bystanders?" Sir Cooper was stunned.
"Soy sauce is a kind of tea. You know afternoon tea, right? My lord means that these stinky guys are not here to invite you to tea." The Shire kindly explained, but Maynild couldn't help but look at Brando very strangely after hearing this explanation.
The latter's expression didn't change as he continued, "Lady Shagos is the confidant of the Lizard King. Most of the underground lords don't get along well with each other. Since Modesty dared to stop here, it means that their relationship is not as simple as a joint invasion of the surface world, but a closer alliance. I suspect that the Minotaur King Geralt and the Dragon Queen have also arrived on the surface. Since Modesty and Malthus are here, the Dragon Queen Gwendolyn naturally won't act alone. Since four of the five underground lords have already moved out, why would the remaining Minotaur King Geralt stay alone in Jorgendy Ridge? "
"Jorgendy Ridge has already turned out in full force," Brando said quietly. His voice was like a ghost. A cold wind passed through the forest in the afternoon, making everyone shiver involuntarily. "This sentence is now not just an adjective, but a statement, and it is very likely to be very close to the facts we know now. The five underground lords have joined forces, plus characters like the Lizard King and the Blind King. Their voices are likely to be transmitted to every corner of the dark underground. "
For a moment, the forest was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
"What do you mean by that?" Earl Alcorn finally asked.
"It means that you are lucky enough to have witnessed the birth of the only grand unification in the underground world of Jorgendy Ridge since thousands of years ago, or even in history. Now that they have collectively appeared on the surface world, they are about to become a new witness of this Holy War. They are not just a sudden force, but a new player. Imagine, when the entire army of Jorgendy Ridge poured into the world on the surface —"
"That's impossible …" Cooper sucked in a breath of cold air.
"It's unlikely from a common sense point of view, but if the five underground lords have all appeared on the surface, then they will never leave any other lords in the underground world to threaten their rule. These underground lords are all cunning and astute. I don't think they are inferior to all of you here," Brando replied.
Earl Alcorn chose to remain silent.
"But what's their reason for doing so?" Cooper asked. "They have been in the underground world for thousands of years."
"I'm not sure about that," Brando shook his head. "But there may be someone in the Empire who knows."
"You mean the person who attacked Little Nidevan's daughter?" Earl Alcorn asked.
Brando nodded.
For a moment, no one chose to answer. According to the information from the Roman, there were only three people in the entire Empire who could do this. The supreme of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, the patriarch of the Cecil Family, the patriarch of the Feerut Family, or half of Grand Duke Kirk. Among these few people, except for the supreme of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, the rest were possible. But among these people, who would dare to say that they had betrayed the Empire? Who could make such a judgment so hastily?
Perhaps even Her Majesty the Queen would have to think twice before acting.
"Martha bless the Empire," Cooper couldn't help but murmur in a low voice.
"How is Miss Delfien's condition?" Brando suddenly confirmed with Hipamira.
The priestess shook her head slowly. "She's not in a good condition. Her wounds are suppurating, her lungs are infected, her fever is very high, and all her organs are beginning to fail. I've performed a dispelling spell on her, but the effect is not obvious."
What did the people of Jorgendy Ridge want from Delfien?
Brando couldn't help but feel a little strange for a moment. The sooner the Cruz people found the traitor, the sooner they could reverse the situation of the battlefield. But this cold dagger was hidden so deep that the fate of the entire Empire was tied to a dying, paranoid woman. It was hard not to think that this was a punishment for the arrogance of the Cruz people, just like the Miirna people in the past.
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