The huge Sky Fortress floated right above the crystal mine. It was a miraculous facility that looked like a small town. It had an inverted conical base and two layers of sturdy ring-shaped walls. Between the two layers of walls were dozens of Magic Towers that provided the entire Sky Fortress with defensive shields. It was majestic, but of course, there were many flaws. Even Hao Ren could see that the design of the fortress was very shallow. It was simply moving the ground fortress into the sky and then adding a lot of attack turrets. Other than that, there was not even an escort team, and the anti-aircraft firepower was in a mess. It could only be said to be powerful on this planet, but far from invincible. The behemoth created by the Hollettans was just the germination of some kind of idea. It was still a long way from mature strategic application. But in any case, the aerial fortress was still an exciting creation.
Under Ophra's introduction, everyone knew the construction process of the aerial fortress. The basic structure of Hodeceus came from Dragonspine Ridge. After the main peak of the mountain collapsed, the other peaks on the mountain were also on the verge of collapse. So the pope boldly used magic to cut off the top of one of the peaks, inverted it as the base of Hodeceus, and then transferred the entire peak to the crystal mine for treatment. The mine had been sealed for almost a month. Countless brilliant magicians entered the mine under the leadership of the twelve kingdom's Magisters. Like the most common masons, they began to reconstruct the mountain peak. In order to ensure confidentiality, no ordinary workers participated in the entire construction process. A month later, just a few days ago, the magic fog above the crystal mine was lifted. Hodeceus rose into the sky and shocked the world.
It was also because of the huge impact that Hodeceus brought that the top echelons of the Cult of Origination were shocked, and the cunning heretics gave themselves away. The knights were finally shocked to find that the heretics were hiding in the mountains in the west.
Perhaps even the pope of the Disciples of Glory and the twelve mages, who created Hodeceus, did not expect that the first battle the aerial fortress faced after it took off was the holy war between the Disciples of Glory and the heretics, and the place where the battle broke out was next to the crystal mine. This used to be the sacred lake, the place where Hodeceus completed the final assembly, the western fortress of the church, and at the same time, the edge of the holy land of the werewolf tribal state and the lair of the pagans. Who would have believed that these things would be here if not for the experience? While the church was shocked that there was a lair of heretics hidden under their noses, Hao Ren also had deep doubts about the conspiracy of the Cult of Origination and the brain monster. In any case, it took a lot of courage to hide in such a place, and the risk was always equal to the reward. The greater the risk the Cult of Origination was willing to take, the more amazing what they were plotting. So when Hao Ren saw Hodeceus, he did not feel relieved at all. Instead, he became even more worried.
The fact that they didn't run even in the face of a floating city hovering above their heads meant that the conspiracy of the heretics was enough to offset the pressure brought by the floating city.
The knights stationed on Hodeceus were in a state of high morale. It was hard to say how many commanders could calm down and think of these hidden dangers, but Ophra must have been vigilant. After a brief tour of the fortress, she led the team to the command post of the floating city, ready to discuss the matter of attacking the holy mountain. The structure of Hodeceus was very simple. It had two layers of walls, a circle of barracks, and a circle of anti-aircraft ballistas. The inner layer was a training ground, a griffin platform, an arsenal, and facilities such as magic furnaces. The command post was located in the center of the floating city, overlooking two-thirds of the fortress on a high man-made hill.
In the command post, Hao Ren saw the commanders here, some of whom were familiar faces: the old werewolf Elson, Cardinal Orben with his face covered in mosaic, Prince Hoffman, the king's chief think tank, and several other kingdom leaders or church leaders who had interacted with them before. In the face of unfamiliar faces, Hao Ren and his team nodded and greeted them one by one. Anyway, whether they knew each other or not, they just pretended to be familiar with each other. This was basically a place to pretend to know each other and pretend to support each other.
There was a meeting in the command post. When Hao Ren and his group of 'outsiders' came in, of course, the scene immediately quieted down. Ophra took this opportunity to point to a strong man next to the table. "This is the leader of Uruk from the werewolf tribal country. To enter the holy mountain, we need him and his wolf riders to lead the way."
Hao Ren and his team's eyes immediately fell on the werewolf leader. He was the most eye-catching person at the scene. Not only was he tall and burly, but he was also wearing clothes that were very different from the Hollettan people. The rough structure of the clothes was decorated with leather, and a necklace made of animal teeth hung around his neck, which made him look like a fierce nomadic leader. Uruk was currently in werewolf form. The black hair on his cheeks and the wolf ears on the top of his head made him look ferocious and rough. When he saw Hao Ren, he grinned, revealing a row of sharp and gleaming teeth. "So the people we have been waiting for are finally here. Do you have a way to let ordinary people into the mountain?"
Hao Ren nodded. "I have a protective crystal that can let ordinary people resist the mind control of the brain monster."
Uruk nodded, stood up and walked out. "Okay, let's go."
Hao Ren was waiting to discuss the march with someone, but he did not expect the person in front of him to be so straightforward. He was a little dumbfounded. "Wait a minute — are we leaving now? Not going to discuss the details? "
"The details have been discussed," Uruk pointed to the Hollettan people at the scene. "Speed is the most important thing in war. This is the best way to solve all problems. And we werewolves don't like outsiders staying in our holy mountain for too long. The sooner this matter is settled, the better. "
After saying this, Uruk walked out of the door, leaving Hao Ren and the rest looking at each other. Lily raised her hand to say hello to her fellow villager but could not find a chance to interrupt. "Why is he so hurried?"
"He's just like that," Ophra rubbed her eyebrows. "Don't mind him, werewolves are actually very easy to get along with. Uruk is the same, but he's a little special. I've dealt with him a lot, he'll wait outside. "
Elson waved at Hao Ren. "Ignore that kid, his wife only gave him two days. Come, I'll show you the route in the mountain."
Hao Ren wanted to ask what 'wife only gave him two days' meant, but this was obviously not the right time, so he could only lead everyone to look at the map. The group stood in a circle around the conference table. Elson patted the table, and the map in the middle of the table immediately came to life. It was like a miniature land, with clouds and mountains clearly visible. Lil Pea saw this and immediately jumped out of Hao Ren's collar. She thought the water on the map was real …
The little mermaid slammed on the table. Hao Ren quickly grabbed her and stuffed her back into his clothes. He nodded awkwardly to the people around him. "Hehe, go on, go on …"
Elson waved his hand carelessly and pointed to the snow-capped mountain in the middle of the map. "This is our holy mountain …"
Hao Ren had heard of the name 'holy mountain' more than once. Naturally, out of curiosity, he had asked Ophra about it. He knew that the holy mountain was a vital sacred place for the werewolf tribal countries. Many years ago, the werewolves migrated from the south to the west because of a plague. After crossing the holy mountain, the plague that pervaded their tribe was miraculously eliminated. So the ancestors of the werewolves at that time thought that this magical mountain had sheltered their people, and so it was called the holy mountain. As the years passed, the plague had become an inconspicuous event in the history books, and the sanctity of the holy mountain had become more and more unshakable among the werewolf tribes.
The werewolves did not allow outsiders to set foot on the holy mountain because they believed that the holy mountain had been helping the werewolves to ward off disasters for thousands of years, and outsiders stepping into the mountain would destroy the 'sacred barrier', allowing all kinds of disasters blocked by the holy mountain to come back. In order to protect the holy mountain, the werewolf tribal countries maintained a strong force of wolf cavalry, and this force had not slacked off for thousands of years. But they did not expect that there would be a heretic who could avoid the nose of the wolf cavalry and hibernate in the depths of the holy mountain for so long.
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