Vol 2 Chapter 12

Act Twelve Relics of the Holy One

"A land of the Holy One?"

It is said that in the era of the saints, the ancestors opened a shelter in the valley. There are statues of the ancient kings in Taniguchi. All dark creatures trying to enter will lead to lightning strikes-even within a kilometer of the valley, dark forces will Suppressed to a minimum.

Then in the dark and turbulent era, humans, elves, and dwarves came out of the shelter, defeated by the azure knight and defeated the ‘catastrophe’ of the dusk dragon, and then began the year of chaos.

"It is the legacy of the Holy One, the King's guardian valley, Her Royal Highness," Overwell replied.

"How could he find that kind of place?" Black tea had been changed, but Her Royal Highness still didn't put her mind on it. Even her favorite white porcelain teacup with gold-edged edges was left out, but her long fingers pinched the silver spoon and fiddled with it.

"That young man should have known beforehand, but he didn't know the general location," answered Fowell.

"But his way of finding a way is a bit clever. Your Highness Princess, you should have heard of it-the Witch King of Bunozon inherited the power of fate and the stars from generation to generation, and the big wizards of the Tower Council Buga also thought that there was a star And life force, it comes from the blind goddess Elaine. "

"I thought that was the only story in myth."

"Not necessarily."

"Can I keep listening?"

"Your Highness, your court teacher Sir Panosson should be waiting for you."

The girl smiled and said slyly, "It's already late to beat Lord Verwell. So please go on, I want to hear how they spend the night."

Overwell smiled, expecting so, and continued: "Then our story begins with a legend, a story about a king and a white stag."

It was completely dark, and the wind swept through the clouds at night, letting the rolling fir forest make a rushing sound, like Haitao.

Freya stared anxiously at the dark sky. The wind blew her hair into chaos. The girl clutched the hand of her best companion with one hand and could n’t help whispering, “Brando ’s guy has I'm not sure. Saying what the Holy Ghost remains, but even local people like Unto Reto and Mano haven't heard of that kind of place— "

"Reassure, Brando is the best." Miss Merchant replied, looking at the stars behind the clouds.

"You never thought about it."

"It wasn't necessary."

Talking to this blank-headed woman couldn't help but fretia, and immediately realized that her nervousness seemed to ease a lot. She couldn't help but think that it seemed that Roman and Brando had some of the same traits, which could be reassuring.

But Brando is calm and confident, and Roman is carefree. Suddenly, the ponytail girl feels that she doesn't know what to do when she encounters difficulties without them.

But it was at this time that a sudden surprise came from the refugees. Freya and Roman turned back together and couldn't believe seeing a suffocating creature suddenly appearing in the middle of the camp--a transparent white stag--the body showed this grace. The most perfect proportions of noble creatures are slender limbs, strong bodies, and long horns on their heads as sharp as sword blades.

This doesn't seem to be a creature that should exist in the world. It jumps up and stands on a rock, and the body is surrounded by light spots flying up and down like fireflies.

It wasn't just them, even Reto, Mano, and Bartom stood up in unison at this moment. Brando held the stag base further afield, stood with Alchemist Tamar and watched the stag jump on the rocks between several vertical jumps, nodded to them, and then far away. Run away.

"The finished product is a bit flawed, but after all, the conditions are limited, and it is very rare to be able to do this step," Brando said. He was very satisfied with his first alchemy product.

Both Shire and Tamar expressed the same opinion, but the young wizard obeyed still and asked, "Master Lord, how authentic is that King who guards the valley?"

"You know that thing?" Brando frowned.

"Of course, ancient knowledge is a compulsory course for wizards, and many schools of magic originate from the age of sages."

"I can guarantee the authenticity, but the valley is in the fog and the location is uncertain. I can only hope that the goddess Elaine will give me a little power tonight so that my baby deer can find his way faster."

Brando said, of course, that sacred place of the saint is also very famous in the game. There have been countless people visited, and more people speculated that there may be a huge secret hidden in it-just no one from He's been there before, but what he found was just like the others.

That just didn't find out--

"Power?" Tama asked.

"It just depends on whether Goddess Elaine cares about us," Brando replied.

"What happens if you don't care?" Shire turned back.

Brando didn't answer this time. At least three to six thousand skeletons and zombies were trailing behind. There was an elite army of "Dead Wings" and Kabes, and a ghost roaming the mountains. Maybe it's really bad.

He saw the white stag in front of him cheering among the refugees, and then ran to the other side of the valley to stop, Brando knew that the night's adventure had begun--

He watched the time, eleven o'clock.

So he ordered the refugees to go to camp. The self-defense regiment with a spear was parallel to the refugees. Two dark dragons went out along the valley, and the brightness of the stars and the moon, so no torches were needed.

In the end, more than fifty riders after the break, Brando and Shire turned on their horses, and then pulled out the sword, a faint color on the spine of the thorn of the light-proved that there were no undead nearby.

"Let them follow the White Deer, it will bring us luck-!" Brando said with a sword in his hand and turned his horse's head to all his knights.

Mano came on his horse, behind him, and shouted, "Master, what valley can we really use to get ahead of the army of Madara?"

"of course."

"I'm not doubting you, sir, it's just that this sounds a little strange."

"It's true, but you only need to believe me at this time. I won't make fun of you with my life-"

"What about the undead army in front-from here to the north, at least three columns of Madara linger in the mountains, some of them encircling from the sharp stone valley, some from the side of the deer hunting forest. I suspect it is white The knights and the advance troops of the "ghosts." A non-commissioned officer from the White Mane Swordsman asked-Brando recognized him, and Luc Besson called the man Votaron.

He played against this man once in Ridenburg. He remembered that he had killed the guy with a sword at the time. Of course, it might be that he remembered it wrongly, maybe two other people. The situation at that time was too chaotic.

The sergeant seemed to have a deep prejudice against him. Although he was completely convinced by swordsmanship, he always had to stand up and sing against him when he proposed tactics.

"Not to mention that we still have the death squad behind Marcus," the sergeant continued. "Come on with them, and we will be dead."

Brando looked at him. He did need an officer from the White Maned Swordsman Corps to restrain the soldiers from that part of his hand, so he was not angry, but just replied: "They always have loopholes. "

"What loophole?" Futaro asked, holding the reins.

Brando certainly wouldn't expose the secret of the gargoyle to him. Some of them knew that he had control over the monster, but didn't know what he could do with it.

"Let's go around behind the" dead cricket ", and they will pass here for at most half an hour." He thought for a moment, and said unexpectedly.

Everyone was silent, even the mercenaries who had begun to convince him would not help but wonder if this guy was crazy.

But Reto said: "Good way, if you get the chance."

Brando was surprised to look back at this guy, this is not the general courage, he only did it once in the game-through the gap between the opponent's blockade, may be defeated The two squadrons then sneaked into the back of the other squadron-this is not impossible, but requires a great grasp of the situation, and also to contain the enemy's 'eyes'.

Even if Brando had this assurance, he just said it by word, but he did not expect that Reto could see the opportunity and dared to make a desperate attempt.

Everyone froze again. But this time it was Mano's turn to speak, and this guy finally reacted and followed the sentence: "Okay, so I'll bet as well--"

But with one or two thousand refugees interspersed behind enemy lines?

Except for Mano, Reto, and Brando, everyone and Freya thought whether all three of them were crazy. But Brando was very calm. He looked at the gargoyle in the sky, and of course understood what his greatest dependency was.

‘Dead 玛’ Margus has understood since this morning that there is another refugee team in Yinqueshan. They fled in before dawn and killed a group of skeleton cavalry.

However, it didn't pay much attention at the beginning, after all, most refugees fled into the deer hunting hills scattered, compared with the group of refugees who were with the White Maned Swordsmen in the Jianshi River Valley At the heart of Kabais's action that day.

Humans are really vulnerable.

In its view, the battle was as easy as expected. The Whitebeard's Legion was known as the regular legion of Eruin, but it was just as vulnerable in front of the Madara Army. The whole battle was over before the sun set.

Although the advance force was severely downsized, it was nothing but cannon fodder, and almost no loss was made to the ghouls and the cavalry cavalry.

In comparison, it was the battle that made him heartache last night. The accumulation of more than forty skeleton cavalry takes a long time.

Magus then turned his attention to this refugee team. The death order given by Lord Targus was to block the Spire Valley, and each unit participating in the battle was afraid to carelessly.

But he immediately noticed an unusual breath.

The other party seemed to be very proficient in how to avoid the investigation of the skeleton vultures of his undead wizards. They had only captured the team only a few times throughout the day, but in the end they still lost their trace.

This is not a good sign.

Under the fire of the dim soul, Magus rolled out the sheepskin map and drew a few circles within the range of Yinqueshan--