Vol 2 Chapter 85

Scene of the 85th turbulence and the fish (7)

Brando's gaze fell silently into the quiet valley below, remaining still.

When the shepherd inevitably hits the abacus on them, he is also seeking a way to break the situation. ‘Maned Wolf’ Macaroo was suspicious and successfully deceived him, the shepherd, and even the players who used to play this story in the past, skillfully sending Duke Luhn's only son-in-law into danger.

The cunning fox is a chess player, but after mastering enough information, young people are not fuel-efficient lamps. He paused and rubbed his chin with his knuckles. He was confident that his wisdom came from the accumulation of ancestors, and the wisdom of a group of people always surpassed one person.

The water was muddled, but the fish did not necessarily follow the current--

Marcaro never dreamed of it. In this quiet northern forest, sleep in an order altar that has been abandoned for 200 years.

But as Brando told Antitina, this altar was not the first to be discovered by him.

The altar was discovered by monks in the Temple of Eruinyan as early as the First Age, before the separation (100 years). But in less than a century, the altar disappeared strangely from all records, as if it never existed.

It's just that the player is the player. Those who carried out the plot at that time, but through a little clue, finally excavated the entire 'story' from the dusty history-just about a series of investigations they did not expect, based on their interests It will eventually be cheaper for Brando.

It was about perceiving that the lord was running away, and Antitina followed his gaze to look at the canopy of the furry layer of forest below, but she looked for a while and found nothing.

The aristocrat looked back at Brando again, noting the seriousness and seriousness of the young man's face, and did not speak wisely.

She also guessed that Makarlo was reluctant to dig in, and there was no reason not to drag them down. She snorted in her heart and subconsciously placed a line of nobles represented by Duke Luhn on the unpopular list.

The group gradually descended into the valley.

Two Rubis mercenaries walked in front of the road, and the recurve knives made gurgling noises on the hanging branches. Occasionally, the blades refracted the starlight, and the bright light flashed in front of everyone.

Brando paid 2 fortunes from his resource warehouse to keep the card "Ruby's Mercenary" on the field. Then he took a look at the resources he could use-including 10 points of water in the memory for a few weeks, and close to 150 points of wealth-which was enough. He looked up and squinted.

The young man saw that his own "summoning creature" had stopped.

The two mercenaries looked at each other and couldn't believe what they saw. They stopped and looked back at Brando. "Lord Lord, there is ..."

"have what?"

The tiger bird sternly questioned, these two mercenaries were the youngest juniors in his team, he intentionally let them exercise, but did not expect that their performance would make him so ashamed. As he said, he strode up to separate the bushes in front, as if to make up for his fault.

But the next moment, he paused.

Behind the dense woods is an open forest grassland, at least as large as three football fields, and a shrine covered with vines stands quietly in the center of it.

The tiger bird took a breath before raising its head subconsciously. He could almost imagine how magnificent this magnificent building was under the light of the sun, because even today, he can still see the **** faintly under the dense foliage. The former glory of the shrine.

Its structure is very simple. It is a cylindrical temple that stands upright, and the arc-shaped vault shimmers in the marble holy white light in the moonlight.

But its height and size are enough to make up for the shortcoming of simplicity. It is nearly sixty feet high and stands in a clearing like a giant's shadow—

Brando stopped to look at the exterior of the shrine from the outside. From the style point of view, it belongs to the elven goddess. It is a pity that this era has long been transformed into stars in the sky according to its own wishes. What is left in this world is their willingness and laws for transforming this world.

God rarely intervenes in the mortal world, and it is for this noble existence that these creatures are revered.

However, after losing the protection of divine power, this shrine inevitably lost its former glory. Brando saw a corner of its south and didn't know how many years he hadn't patronized.

"Ah!" Miss Merchant came up from behind and gave a small exclamation.

"This is ..." Antitina also froze.

"This is the temple of the silver elves," Brando was used to those magnificent and majestic buildings in the past games. Elves, dwarves and winged people were born masters of architecture. Their cities were so majestic- So he just lost his mind and returned from the surprise of seeing the shrine for the first time: "This place was originally the royal cemetery of the silver elves, and even later humans have not transformed this place."

Unlike the forest elves, humans have always regarded the silver elves as their strongest allies. This feeling has been maintained from the defeat of the dark dragon to the saint's war until today. Foot precious.

"Tomb of the King?" Antitina turned back. "How could the tomb of the King become an altar?"

"Because the ancestors of the silver elves vowed to protect their homeland with eternal life. After communicating with Lord Martha, the elf goddess let their heroes stay here forever."

"British lair?" Asked the nobleman.

Brando nodded.

"How was it abandoned?"

"On the surface it is because of the war. Actually it was because the elven princes were unwilling to participate in the war between mankind and humans. In this case, the Eruin almost angered Martha, so the whole thing The truth is covered up, "Brando looked back at Antitina and Roman, and replied," You will not find any relevant records in any of the Kingdom's documents. "

The two girls nodded together. They didn't ask Brando why they knew, so they knew the answer must be ‘the truth about history recorded by the wizards’!

"There may be room for reactivation at this altar." Brando was astonishingly reticent, startling everyone again.

"what?"

"Don't get excited first, it's just possible." But only he knew it himself, if the strategy did not lie. The probability of activation is one hundred percent. Just because it is a story mission limitation, the 'creature' generated from it can only exist for thirty days, but thirty days is more than enough for this mission.

But Brando said so, and how could Antinina and Tiger Sparrow not be excited. This is a biological nest, even if it may only be activated, but the interest represented by this 'maybe' is too great.

The news was almost like a treasure chest shining in front of everyone, the treasure chest might be full of gold and silver jewelry, or it might be empty. But in the face of such a treasure chest, I am afraid most people cannot keep calm.

The tiger **** licked its lips and whispered, "What should we do, Lord Lord."

Brando looked back at them, raised his fingers and asked the two mercenaries at the back, "You two are elements, right?"

"Yes, sir." The two mercenaries nodded together.

"So is there a crossbowman?"

"Yes." Tiger Bird immediately identified four people from the team: "Enough?"

"Enough." Brando said as he pulled out a coil of rope from his backpack. "Come four and go with me, and I'll arrange the tactics."

Antitina frowned. "Is there a fight?"

"Rest assured, just a little ghost knight." Brando had just finished speaking, and saw the tiger **** look blue. He froze and asked subconsciously: "What's wrong with you?"

"Lord Lord, do you say‘ little ... ghost knight ’?” Tiger Bird asked with a strange expression.

Brando coughed, then remembered that the ghost knight was not worth mentioning to him, but it was a real 35-level elite undead, and even the Raiders repeatedly solemnly ordered that at least twenty or more professional matches Only level 20 players can use the warrior to deal with the 'little boss' in this arguable copy of the plot.

But that guide is a product of the game before the ancient times. By his time, the player's mind had changed. There are nine special ways to deal with the ghost knight.

Wanting to understand this, Brando comforted: "Don't worry too much. The Ghost Rider has a fatal flaw. It will not be difficult to deal with it after I order."

The tiger **** looked at his lord with doubt, if the average mercenary was about to turn around and leave now. Just kidding, the Ghost Rider is one of the most terrifying creatures in the legend of the wilderness-they are rumored to be in the forest under the moon, quietly taking the lives of the living, below the golden swordsman, but in its hands It's a face-to-face thing.

Don't say that the top mercenaries of their twelve black irons, it is estimated that they are twice as many killed.

But this is also why most people do n’t deal with these legendary creatures too much. After all, they are not like players, and they can be resurrected if they die. Life can be used to pile up experience. NPCs are inherently not as superior as players in this regard.

But after all, Tiger Bird was called by Brando, so he nodded.

This point made Antitina confirm her speculation about the noble family members in her eyes, but she did not point it out. Instead, he asked, "Isn't this the tomb of the elven king, and is it sheltered by Martha? How can an evil spirit appear?"

Brando snorted: "The monks of the Temple of Fire wanted to keep this nest and tried to forcefully change the vows made by the undead. As a result, the power of chaos multiplied and the altar of order was contaminated. The appearance of the spirit-it is said that Martha was also angry, which indirectly led to the change of the Shifah Dynasty. "

The noble girl nodded, and there was no such legend inside.

"Sir, are you talking about that ..." At this time, the mercenary who had been monitoring the direction of the shrine suddenly turned back nervously and pointed in that direction.

Brando turned back subconsciously.