Vol 5 Chapter 160

The obscure clock tower is located at the height of Fattan City. The buildings of the twelfth empire period are full of the serious religious style unique to that era. Looking out from the narrow hole window on the side of the clock tower, you can see the waterfront around Fawkes. The scenery, the emerald blue sea level line is flush with the sky, the long cape and the lighthouse penetrate into the sea. Utta chose the temporary office location here because it overlooks the city and its surroundings, but Meditha always feels that she prefers the narrow space here to give her a sense of security. It is said that she was in the fir collar The room was such a small room that looked like a fortress from the outside.

There are a lot of inconveniences in working in such a place, but Metisha has always agreed with her obedient temperament, and O'Neill, daughter of the Duke of Viero, has a slight word, but she has not insisted on objecting. At this moment, the sun is born, and the thin light spills into the room. With the extension of the table corner, the long shadow will dazzle the decorative crystal on the table. Metissa frowns a little. She stretches out her hand to move it aside. Drop a scorched yellow shadow on a stack of sheepskin on the table.

This is a stationery full of cipher text. This ancient language was passed down from generation to generation by the silver elves, and is currently used by Professor Metissia only in the White Lion Guard. Waiting for the elf princess to interpret the stationery, for a moment, Metisha sighed and lowered the stationery. The sunlight made a silhouette for her. On her side, Longyan's wooden window frame was used as a picture frame of the port view, and it was filled in. Inside, but Fattan has long been banned from the port, and the bay wave is like a mirror. "What's wrong, Miss Medina?" Half a while. Oni asked. She thought that in the beginning, Meditha would always talk, but this time the elf princess fell into a disturbing silence.

Matissa put down the stationery. Shook his head. "Without news, the White Army is still keeping its guard. I let the scout approach in the direction of the Livia Valley and the Golden Needle Forest, and the other side was still silent. This silence disturbed me."

"Where's the mountain people?" In the corner of the house, Delphin was sitting in a wheelchair, where she was completely dark. There was only one calm eye that glowed in the darkness. Ms. Yinlong stood behind her, after Miss Riel rescued the little human girl. The more she admired her mind, often serving her in the name of observing patients, Delphinx was a life-saving grace to remember the former, and did not speak against it.

"This is exactly what I worry about." Metissa folded the paper gently. Handed over to the two behind him, then passed on to Miss Riel by Oni and Marjorie before finally falling into Delphin's hand. The prime minister Qianjin pinched the sheepskin with his thumb and index finger without saying a word. The scar on her face was carved with a knife, bright and dark, and the word on the paper emerged with gold-lined text: Mountain people, no change— —

"The White Legion, the mountain people of Valachi. This is the force that Constance can use in the Mez area. Now they are not moving. What an oddity?" The duke was full of anxieties. As she complained.

"Does Her Majesty still intend to target Ludwig first?" Marjorie asked tentatively.

"It's impossible," Delphine interrupted him decisively. Her eyes fell on the fluttering sheepskin again, hesitating in silence, and said, "Perhaps waiting for the opportunity."

"What time are you waiting for?" Oni asked back.

"It's possible," Matissa rubbed her forehead and thought about it. Explained: "I also think that Miss Delphin's guess is correct. The eldest son of the emperor is in Port Fatham. If he does not die in one day, he will become the pillar of faith of the northern nobles in the temple. Duke Weina has repeatedly sent us letters to Leap Horse City in Favor Forest. It is also for this reason that Constance will not see this. Lord Lord is unwilling to move, but also wants to set off the battlefield in Fatan. —— "...

"But Fattan is not a good battlefield. Although the east is a narrow mountain road, the northwest has flat and open terrain. The hills are also conducive to hiding troops and easy to attack." Marjorie was quite opposed to this plan. This is not the first time he has questioned. Lady of the Miraculous Poison Concubine

Delphine was rather dismissive. "Master Lord has arranged the plan, what we have to do is how to implement this plan to the best, not to discuss whether the plan is feasible." She sneered: "I have limited time, and I am here to hear about Miss Metisha. Constructive thoughts, as for others, please be silent. "

Marjorie's face was rather ugly, but he didn't want to argue with a woman. He looked coldly at the ugly monster and stopped talking. Delphin's words irritated Onni, and the prince's daughter-in-law laughed: "This Lord Lord is really yelling."

Seeing that the prime minister's instinctual nature was revealed, Metissa was helpless. "Well, don't make a noise," she softly interrupted the words below Delphin, knowing that letting the woman continue her poisonous tongue, I'm afraid the scene would be out of control, just like the previous times, "Back to the topic, you still Any other ideas? "

When Delphine saw Matissa opened her mouth, she no longer responded, but she no longer spoke easily. The silver dragon lady Miss Ruier behind her suddenly said: "Are they waiting for the Evergreen walkway? The army? "

The army and lion of the Georgian.

With the exception of Delphin, a few people's eyes lightened slightly, but a ray of light quickly fell into Metissa's eyes. She shook her head: "The Duke's army is also converging, and now for Constance every second counts-if she doesn't want to drag this civil war for several years. Lord Lord thinks so too, he knows that woman It is impossible to wait for several years, and she will certainly seize this opportunity. How can it be possible to wait for the troops and the lions of the Jordanian army to arrive on the battlefield? "

"She must have another plan," Delphine replied with certainty. "Therefore, we can be fearless. We need to find a way to show that woman's tail."

"What better way do you have?" Oni said violently.

The Prime Minister's daughter exudes dim light, as if a female leopard is showing her teeth. "It's very simple, Constance's commander is not moving, indicating that the best time for them has not yet come. We don't give them the opportunity to let this time never come-we take the initiative to attack Ovehin. Livia Valley and Golden Needle Forest. "

"You're crazy!" The Duke was startled.

Marjorie was startled, but the professional non-commissioned officer quickly reacted, showing a thoughtful look.

Medisa froze slightly, and curved slightly to tap the smooth jade tip. "This plan seems to have some feasibility," she pondered. "Just a little more detail in the details ..."

It seemed that O'Neal was serious about seeing the three men, and she was not good at military service. Could not help hesitating: "Need to inform the Count?"

"Of course." At this moment, the elf princess was the head of the Guards Corps who was in the Qianjun army. Immediately decided: "You still need to inform Yuta. Without her warrant, you can't move the White Lion Guard." She seemed to have found a few individuals, and could not help asking: "Right. Ms. Yuta?"

"... She seems to be patrolling herself, for fear of misinformation."

Meditis smiled and shook her head. "This lady ..."

... Wu Lin is vast

The Golden Needle Valley is like a sea of ​​shade and gray, and a tall silver tree like a soldier in a gray suit. The snow-white trunk stands upright, and the branches twist and rise. After midsummer, the mid-autumn forest is as thick as a thick layer of gray leaves. Several knights rushed to the side of an ancient tree. All are fully equipped, heavily armed, and a white lion with shining fur on his shoulders. The headed horsewoman lifted her mask, her crimson long hair rushed down from under the metal face armor, revealing a coveted and delicate face, she swept across the trunk like an emerald eye, raised her spear and pointed at one of them The office asked, "What is this?" ...

The sharp marks on her trunk crisscrossed where she pointed. It's weird and winding, as if it's wriggling. Unpleasant.

"This is the secret written by the mountain people, sir," one of the knights glanced up at the tree, and replied with a sigh of sigh, "The Varacians have used this set of secrets for thousands of years to convey information, only they Know what this means. "

Yuta looked around, and the silence in the forest was like a ghost, and the cold wind swept over the treetops, and then whispered through the forest. She was not afraid, and raised a spear to make a circle around her body. Site? "

"Here, there is the north of the Golden Needle Forest, including the Livia Valley." The knight replied respectfully: "The mountain people have been hiding here for thousands of years. It is because they are north that the White Army dared to be so There are fearless troops stationed in a dead place surrounded by valleys on the three sides of Ovekin, but with this forest, Ovekin is the most important strategic location in southern Khomehin. "

"Then where are they now?"

The knight got stuck. "This ..." He hesitated: "Someone saw them go to the north, and local hunters said that as early as a week ago, the mountain people here began to migrate, and the forest was empty now."

Yuta looked back, and her emerald green eyes flashed with dissatisfaction with this answer. "Why are they going to the north?" She asked in return: "The mountains of Valachi are the homeland of the people of the mountains. Why did they leave this land after getting it? Mel, you are also a mountain Min, will you leave your homeland? I know the mountain people very well, because the blood of mountain people is also flowing in my body, and they will never leave their hometown easily. "

She frowned a little uneasily: "There must be a conspiracy hidden inside. The point is, where did they go?"

The Knight murmured, "... They went to the pilgrimage, and Ratchie appeared in Vond again."

'Latche' is the saint of the mountain people. Legends have been passed down from generation to generation about the mountain people. It is rumored that he took the mountain people out of the predicament of the evil **** Tadicean in Voraca today. The wind roars his name to this day, and occasionally the woods whispers about this past legend. Valachi, in the language of the mountain people, means the homeland of the saints, so it is regarded as a sacred land by the mountain people.

Yuta took a small sip. "The woman who pretends to be a ghost," she said, just of Constance, with a scornful expression in her words. "When did the Dark Dragon become the sage of the mountain people, although the Miner once ruled the mountain people for a period of time, then they were no better than they are now."

The knight shook his head: "I don't know much about it, sir." He looked forward, and the shadows of trees were overlapping, disturbing. He hesitated, "Do you want to move on?"

The horsewoman raised a finger and lost her **** snow and suddenly hit her face. "Shh--" Yuta replied with some solemnity: "Did you hear anything?"

The forest was whispering, footsteps rustling like insects spreading on the ground. Astonishing Female Eunuch: The Emperor Is a Meal

...

Bai's sentence finally worked wonders.

There is a moment of silence in the underground hall, a beam of light dripping from the dome, the bright mid-spots are flying, the dust is floating up and down, and the light and dark are intertwined. The dead soul of Luo Ruisen is like a stone statue, only the soul's fire in the rib cavity is burning. . A stone rolled down from the broken post, echoing in silence, and grunted to the edge of Baimao's feet, the horsewoman bent down and picked it up.

Brando then turned around, he looked down at Bai, his brown eyes narrowed. "Before talking about the conditions, take things out."

White complexion changed. "what?"

"You know."

White turned his face several degrees, and finally nodded hesitantly. "Take it!" She took out a gem with a fleck of light and an agate in her arms, and threw it to Brando. Brando reached out and took it firmly in his hands. It was cold, but there was a kind of Feeling warm. There is no doubt that this gem is the most precious thing of the last life-the rule fragment.

"Count on your acquaintance," Brando replied, "now you can say."

"What do you want to hear?"

"All."

"But the key is Her Majesty's deal with that--"

Bai's complexion gradually gloomed. "If I tell you all, what other cards do I have? Humans, this is not the way to talk about trading."

Brando chuckled, if he wasn't familiar with the woman, he might have been taken aback. He shook his head and didn't mind saying, "If you really think so, Ms. Tiamas," he finished his voice and said, "Mr. Crott--"

"Enough—" Bai was almost roaring. The deceased had no longer had the power to breathe, but her chest swelled sharply, as if recalling the instinct of her life: "The key to that transaction is in your hands."

Brando glanced at the fragment of the rule in his hand. "In my hands? Of course I know what benefits Constance can get from my hands?" He was surprised: "I don't think the Silver Queen is a philanthropist who only wants to give and not to give anything back. "

"You're asking the wrong question," Bai sneered, "you should ask Madara what benefit it can get."

Brando spread his hand, and the agate-shaped diamond sparkled in the center of his palm, shining softly, and his cheeks paled. But then he retracted his hand and frowned, realizing that the problem might not be that simple. "What does this sentence mean?" He asked, "you don't want to sell any more, you should know that my patience is limited."

"There are several places in Baishan where the sun never rises, where a new order has emerged, and the undead can be strengthened the most in that land."

"Death of the Moon." A voice hummed in Brando's head, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

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(Ps: So the idea behind the plot is a bit late, so don't worry.)