"So... not only were you not massacred by the Imperials, but you drove them all back?"
In the underground passage of Hanom Tavern, Tristan, who was leaning in the corner of the passage, his eyes widened in surprise: "When did you... um."
"Sorry, I shouldn't have doubted your strength, Mo Shang Qingshan." He shrugged, and then made a special noble courtesy to Duan Qing: "You are one of the current candidates for the Twelve Thrones, you are...
…Where is my heir?”
"In order to pursue the time effect, I had to resort to this strategy, sir." Duan Qing waved his hands calmly: "Although I rescued those who resisted in the end, it also made the empire notice my existence.
…Such a result will only become more and more detrimental to future actions.”
"It doesn't matter." The shy middle-aged man with a big belly smiled and replied: "The reason why we acted so carefully before was just a choice made under limited power. Now that we have more chips... I
The effect you want to achieve may be easier to achieve."
"Then...tell me what you want to do next."
Pointing to the top of the hidden passage where they were, Duan Qing asked in a low voice: "Should we continue to rescue those in the concentration camp, or attack the imperial troops?"
"A strong man who can fight against an entire squad should be enough to frighten the empire's big soldiers." Tristan lowered his head deeply: "So in order to deal with your existence, they must mobilize a large number of imperial guards.
Encirclement and suppression, or sending masters of the same level to fight with you..."
"Isn't there a two-pronged option?" Duan Qing pointed to the top of his head amusingly: "For example, let a few experts come with a large number of imperial guards to completely nip me in the bud..."
"There is no irresolvable hatred between you and the Empire. Why would the Empire go against their own war aesthetics and come to trouble you?" Tristan replied with a smile: "Besides...if they really did it, wouldn't they?
Sell bigger vulnerabilities to other enemies?"
"Looking at the upright look they showed before, I don't think they even noticed that there were any other enemies here." Duan Qing shrugged needlessly, and his eyes turned to Tristan's head.
Above: "You... probably didn't notice it either, right?"
"...I am not the type who is good at fighting. I can't detect what you can detect." Tristan shook his head very simply: "But...such a weak resistance army can actually hold on."
The fact that he has not died for so long is enough to explain the problem."
"Someone is secretly balancing the forces against both sides... Is this what you want to say?" Duan Qing also lowered his head: "This usual trick... I believe you have seen it before when I was in the City of Freedom.
It’s happened many times.”
"If this were a time of war, I could also attribute this situation to the fact that the restorers wanted to gain support from a certain force." Tristan said thoughtfully: "But now is a time of peace, and the common enemy of the continent is
It has been transformed into a magic empire, and they are getting involved with Hart and the others at this time...and for what purpose?"
"Tell you a message."
Pointing to a place in the hidden passage with a thumbs up, Duan Qing explained in a low voice: "This ancient city of Zaraha has existed for thousands of years, and has existed since the Magic Empire, but for some reason...
It was not destroyed in the subsequent freedom wars, but remains intact to this day."
"You mean... this city is of important use to the Restorers?" Tristan glared: "Just like Oxen used our orb in the Free City to raise Mornar
Like a star?"
"I haven't determined the specific content yet, but... I guess it should be similar." Duan Qing continued with a stern face: "This city must have some special meaning to the restorationists, so they will continue to operate here.
"
"These actions can even be traced back to very early times." There was a look of reminiscence in his eyes, as if he was remembering some of the rumors he had heard in the battlefield dungeon a long time ago: "For example...
…before the Battle of Tania.”
"In this case, it seems that the plan does need some changes." Tristan, stroking his beard, said in a low voice: "The resistance cannot continue to tit-for-tat with the Imperials, or they may fall into the trap of those people."
"But you can't rule out that some of us are undercover agents of the restorationists, just like the original nobles of the principality and later Rondo..."
"Then let's start with action first. Pull back those who want to attack the concentration camp. The reason... is that the Imperials have recently stepped up their offensive, and we must stay away from the limelight for a while..."
"No, retreat is not our option. After all, our opponent is an empire that never retreats. Concession will only lead to further advancement again and again..."
The sound of discussions continued between the two people without interruption, and finally began to become smaller and smaller as time passed. The figure of a middle-aged man wearing a fur coat then appeared in the tavern.
In the shadow of the corner, with the sound of wind that no one noticed, he walked out in the direction of the door. Then Duan Qing, half of his figure revealed, watched the other party leave with an expressionless face, and then turned back towards the secret road.
He walked in the opposite direction of the passage, and after a period of silent march, he arrived in the dark at a tent near the temporary resistance square: "...how are you doing?"
"I'm fine." Xiao Yu'er, who had been hiding here, heard the sound and stood up from the simple bed where he was sitting: "...She's fine too."
"Didn't she say anything?" Duan Qing asked in a low voice, looking at the NPC follower who was also sitting in the corner without saying a word.
"No, she never spoke." The only magician in the Legend of Flame team who was unable to conduct stealth operations replied with a slight guilt: "I'm sorry."
"Don't say that, you haven't done anything wrong to us." Duan Qing smiled and squatted down: "You can protect Aina well, which is the greatest help to us."
"But...thank you."
"So……"
Not noticing that the girl was hesitant to speak, Duan Qing turned his head while hesitating: "I have something to say to her, so..."
"Okay, okay."
Amidst the rustling sounds of the resistance members passing by in the darkness, the girl holding the staff hurriedly ran out of the tent door, leaving only the last saluting figure left for the other party, and Duan Qing looking towards him.
Ayina's tranquil eyes. Ignoring the movement around him, he walked slowly in front of the foreign woman, and then squatted down in front of the other woman's gaze. The eyes that had been staring at the other woman, in the end, the woman was like a lake.
With clear eyes, he retreated in defeat: "That..."
"Do you know this city?"
The other party shook his head.
"Then...do you know these things?"
Raising his hand to unfold the white cloth with certain ink stains printed on it in front of Ayina, Duan Qing asked in a casual voice: "This is a rubbing from some stone pillars in this city, you... uh."
He looked at the strange light gradually emerging from the woman's eyes, but the headache in his head became bigger and bigger: "The Hailaya Mountains are not close to us, and there is a large mountain range in between. I thought before
The things you are looking for are not here now..."
"What on earth was that song you sang before?"
He stared at the woman's reacting face, hoping that the other party would be able to say something under such a prompt, but the woman who was staring at the stone pillar patterns did not answer immediately, and the movement of her lips became more and more obvious:
"I...this...before..."
"When was it before?" Duan Qing pointed to the top of his head: "How long ago was it?"
"Before...before...before..." Ayina's eyes glowed with an increasingly obvious light: "It was...a long...long...ago..."
"Very good, very good, keep this rhythm."
Sensing the other party's increasingly obvious excitement and slower words, Duan Qing turned and pressed his hands: "In other words... these things should have existed a long time ago, right? I'm very happy.
I can confirm this from you, because I have also seen these things on a certain high mountain... Well, Falling Star Mountain - have you heard of this name?"
"The most... star... mountain?" The woman who raised her head blinked her eyes: "What is that?"
"...Perhaps you among the Geis tribe have your own name." So Duan Qing waved his hand helplessly: "That's... the mountain in that direction, even the clouds are not as high as it.
"
"it……"
Still not understanding what Duan Qing said, Ayina reacted to the direction Duan Qing pointed: "Ferdas..."
"That's... Ferdas, that's where I... all of us... want..."
She gestured with something vigorously, but after a while, she lowered her head in frustration: "I...we...have always wanted to go to...Ferdas."
"...Okay." Duan Qing, who understood, pointed to the ink rubbings in front of her: "What about these things?"
"This is... the Greed clan's... text." The woman, biting her tongue hard, stumbled and replied, "There are also... the Vol clan, the Morna clan, the North clan..."
"Wait a minute, you mean the Norse?" Duan Qing suddenly amplified his voice: "What's wrong with them? Are they related to these things?"
"I...we..."
As if she wanted to answer the other party's question, the woman with beautiful eyes kept opening her mouth. However, due to the language barrier, the words she wanted to say failed to form any message that Duan Qing could understand for a long time.
Pointing to the surroundings and asking a few more questions, Duan Qing was finally defeated by the other party's nervous and helpless reaction. While calming Ayina's emotions, Duan Qing slowly stood up: "
Forget it, let’s stop here today, I don’t have much time anyway…”
"I……"
"It's okay, it's okay, I know."
Pressing the other party's head again, Duan Qing put back the apologetic look on Ayina's face: "Anyway, you continue to stay here well, I will let Xiao Yu'er protect you. Since God has sent you
If you leave it to me, God must have his original intention..."
"I may not be able to see you for a long time. You have to...continue to study hard." He pointed to the notes on the ground and the white cloth printed with ink, and then pointed at the woman.
A smiling face: "When I come back..."
"I want to check your homework."
The gradually blurred figure then disappeared as he walked out, leaving the game world with his final explanation to Xiao Yu'er, and then after a period of transfer, he came to the exclusive test server belonging to the Fool Adventure Group.
Inside, all members of the adventure group, including Mengzhu, were practicing hard under a huge waterfall. The sound of the huge waterfall was occasionally mixed with their loud shouts. Duan Qing, who watched this scene for a while,
Then he nodded slightly, then clapped his hands in their direction: "Come here, come here."
"It's almost time to prepare for the next game."
As several drenched players gradually approached, he found a big rock by the waterfall and sat down: "The next battle is with...well, the Sword of Justice, right?"
"I have also inquired about the intelligence information about the guild that is nominally ranked fifth." Black Corn, smeared with lake water and sweat, then threw the long knife in his hand to the ground: "Although they were defeated by the devil.
Paradise, the recent rumors are not very good, but... we will never take it lightly, right?"
"That's right!" Xiao Hongchen on the side patted his hunched arm muscles: "There is a saying... a skinny camel is bigger than a mule!"
"It's bigger than a horse." The evil young man from Jiecheng covered his face and put on a helpless look: "With your IQ... I'd better go ahead and omit you from the next starting lineup."
"Okay, stop arguing. Listen to Brother Qingshan." Qian Zhihe, who was holding the red lotus staff, took the lead and struck the middle of the two people with a stick: "This time..."
"Brother Qingshan is our teammate."
"That's right." He grinned and turned around to look at Duan Qing's face: "Do you have any suggestions? Or a way for us to change our lives immediately? Tell us quickly."
"I can't say that I have a good idea, but there are a few ways." Duan Qing replied in a low voice: "Considering that we don't know the rules of the second game yet... so I will teach you part of it first as appropriate.
"
"Oh? Say it quickly. Say it quickly."
"It's better to say it than to do it."
With a wave of his hand, Duan Qing turned the waterfall scene in front of him into a large lifeless desert. He turned around and pulled out his dagger: "Specific drill..."
"Let me accompany you to complete it this time."
This chapter has been completed!