"As of now, I won't hide it from everyone. I am the captain of the Knights of the White Hand and the adopted son of the Grand Duke of Gros of the Principality of the Shire."
Although everyone was surprised, they were not surprised. A strong man from the Holy Realm could not be cultivated by an ordinary family or force. Even though there were strong men from the Holy Realm who were ordinary people or even legends in the history of the mainland, they were only a handful.
Due to their background problems, lack of resources, and lack of suitable training methods and guidance from famous teachers, many talented people exhausted their talents prematurely, resulting in being stuck on the threshold of advancement and failing to make any progress throughout their lives.
Most of the mercenaries of the Golden Group are like this. Captain Arthur's peak gold level and Barbarian Halsey's basic gold level have come to an end. The rest are obtained by fighting for life and death and burning their potential.
Grade silver.
Vivian is an exception. In addition to her extraordinary talent, the Golden Company used various resources to cultivate her own mage.
If there was no Vivian today, I'm afraid the Dragon Queen wouldn't have to show up, and the mercenaries would have to explain here.
In fact, in Eloise's opinion, the value of Vivian alone is far greater than that of the Golden Company. It would be a waste to mix her talents with this group of mercenaries.
Eloise's origin did not deviate from everyone's expectations, but he did not expect that he was the adopted son of the recently famous Archduke Charles.
In a life-and-death duel, he was promoted to a paladin, and he killed Prince Ruprecht, the veteran paladin of the Cyril Empire. Combined with his angelic appearance, these deeds have already been compiled into a ditty by bards and sung to the three northern empires.
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At this moment, everyone was curiously looking at the purple magic tattoo on Eloise's face. They didn't have it when they were together a few days ago. How about a tattoo after not seeing each other for a few days?
Then you can’t tattoo your face!
Eloise was also a little helpless. He didn't know what happened. After awakening the second part of his true name inexplicably and without any warning, the magic marks on his body and face did not dissipate as before.
In the continent of Toril, the presence and spread of magic patterns is a symbol of powerful Warcraft. Is there still a bloodline of Warcraft?
Eloise didn't dare to think about it any more.
Then he found a place where no one would disturb him and tried to see if he could control the magic patterns on his body. At the same time, his strength had grown too fast during this period and he felt that his foundation was unstable. He urgently needed to consolidate it to avoid affecting his future cultivation.
After controlling his mind, he began to look inside his body.
I saw that all the silver fighting energy in the body had disappeared, replaced by light black fighting energy. The energy density was greater, more compressed, and the speed of operation was much faster than before. A thought could reach all the limbs and bones in an instant.
Continuing to feel carefully, he found that there was a strange power flowing in the magic pattern that he could not see through. It was probably the power of his true name and bloodline.
At the same time, he also discovered that the fighting spirit in his body had been supplying the movement of the magic patterns on his body. Although it was only a trace, he was still keenly aware of it.
Cutting off the supply of fighting spirit, as expected, the magic patterns that appeared on the body surface disappeared as if they had penetrated under the skin.
It seems that he has not yet fully mastered the absolute control over his body.
In fact, this is not to blame on Ilosu. After awakening from the Holy Realm, he also improved step by step. However, it was only after the Devil King gave Ilosu power that he could not fully master his own power.
The mercenaries of the Golden Company did not disturb Iloth's training, but placed rations and water beside him regularly.
Everyone also needs to rest for a few days. After all, everyone is injured. Only Maiev and Vivian are seriously exhausted.
The flying dragon here does not dare to come again, and other monsters do not dare to enter the territory of the flying dragon rashly. This area is undoubtedly the safest.
At the same time, the Lich's Castle of the Undead received another uninvited guest.
A girl wearing a face shield, heavy black armor, and holding a giant sword exuded an astonishing aura. She was standing in front of the castle, looking at the castle with her head tilted, wondering what she was thinking.
It was Joan of Arc who was nicknamed the Iron Maiden by the Religious Inquisition.
The lich in the castle was a little uneasy, and the aura of the girl outside was exactly the same as that of the madmen from the Holy Empire's Religious Inquisition who chased him three hundred years ago.
Les Shuangyu keenly felt that this girl's Qi had been fluctuating back and forth between the legendary and the holy realm, which was very strange.
Although he is a legendary lich, he only has the strength of the Holy Realm at this moment. Facing this amazing and restrained Joan of Arc, Les Frost Whisper has no good solution. It can only be said that it is a bad year.
After Jeanne hesitated for a moment, she finally walked into the Castle of the Dead with her giant sword in hand.
Les Shuangyu couldn't help but curse secretly in his heart, but he could only prepare a response.
There was only a loud "ping-ping-ping-ping" sound inside the Castle of the Undead, and the sounds of spell explosions and building collapses were heard endlessly. After a while, the sounds finally disappeared, leaving a deathly silence.
Only half of the collapsed Castle of the Dead was still emitting bursts of smoke.
In the broken castle, Les Frostwhisper has completely fallen apart, and the fire of his soul has been extinguished.
Did the once powerful legendary lich die like this?
No!
Joan of Arc was holding the giant sword. The armor was covered with traces of burning, freezing, etc. left by magic, but it was nothing serious. At this moment, she was looking for something in the dilapidated castle.
Les Shuangyu, whose soul consciousness was hidden in the space of the dead, thought with both pride and resentment:
"No matter how powerful you are, you can't completely destroy me unless you find my phylactery!"
The proud Lich suddenly widened his eyes (if he still had any), and saw the girl taking out a golden compass from her arms.
"Impossible, the sacred golden compass! How could it be possible for this girl to carry it?" Les Shuangyu felt shocked, and an unprecedented sense of crisis surged into his heart.
Joan of Arc casually pulled the golden compass in her hand and input the sacred fighting energy. She saw the pointer of the golden compass spinning rapidly, then gradually slowed down, and finally pointed to the northwest.
Joan of Arc immediately put away the golden compass and ran towards the northwest. She didn't even bother to leave the door and directly knocked open the wall of the castle.
With a "boom", after Joan of Arc broke through the wall, only half of the castle collapsed completely and turned into ruins.
After running tens of kilometers northwest, on a swamp, the golden compass in Joan's hand emitted a golden light and vibrated crazily.
After putting away the golden compass, Joan of Arc released all the sacred fighting energy, covering a radius of several kilometers. For a moment, the dark swamp seemed like the sun rising, with dazzling golden light.
Within the scope shrouded by the sacred fighting energy, countless monsters and strange creatures lurking in the swamp all melted instantly, turning into a dead land.
Sensing it, Joan of Arc waved her hand casually, and the giant sword like a door panel sank silently into the swamp without a trace.
A few seconds later, there was a vibration, and the calm swamp surface also rolled up a huge vortex, and a huge creature crawled out from the deepest part of the swamp.
This was a huge lobster that was 50 meters long. It could no longer be called a lobster at this time. It should be the ancestor of all the lobsters in this land. Compared with it, the lobsters killed by Elos were just as different as ordinary people and giants.
This huge lobster's eyes glowed with blue soul fire, and it looked like an undead lobster king.
There was also a huge sword as big as a door panel inserted into its back, and the sacred flames on it were constantly burning its soul. Even its own claws could not reach its back. It couldn't bear it anymore before it got out of the swamp.
Seeing the skinny girl in front of him, the undead lobster was furious and stretched out its huge claws to clamp this hateful human into two pieces.
When the claws were about to catch Jeanne, Jeanne jumped onto the undead lobster's claws with a light leap, then ran along its limbs to its back, pulled out the giant sword, and brought up a large black
A fishy liquid.
The undead lobster was unable to deal with the enemy on its back. In its violent rage, large black and green bubbles appeared all over its body. It was obvious at a glance that it was highly poisonous.
Joan of Arc didn't pay attention. The sacred fighting energy around her was condensed into a pair of golden armor, with a large Holy Cross behind her, and waves of hymns seemed to be ringing in the air.
As soon as the highly toxic bubbles came into contact with the armor condensed with sacred fighting energy, they were decomposed and dissipated in the air, without having any effect.
The undead lobster felt the severe pain from his back that affected his soul, and his body couldn't help but tremble wildly, trying to throw Joan from behind.
Joan of Arc was not affected, and still stood behind it as steady as a mountain, holding up the giant sword burning with life with both hands, and thrust it down.
The constantly shaking undead lobster immediately became silent. The sacred fire had destroyed its soul, and its body was being burned to ashes by the sacred fire.
Feeling the death of the undead lobster, Les Frostwhisper couldn't help but cry out in despair:
"No..."
The body of the undead lobster burned out, and among the ashes, a beautifully carved urn exuding an evil aura was picked up by Joan of Arc.
"snort!"
Looking at the Lich's phylactery in her hand, Jeanne sneered, then threw the phylactery into the air and chopped it into countless pieces with a sword.
In the space of the undead, Les Shuangyu was in despair, watching his soul completely turn into ashes bit by bit until he disappeared.
When the lich's phylactery was destroyed, the lich's soul dissipated, and Les Frostwhisper no longer existed in the multiverse.
Joan of Arc, who destroyed the Lich's phylactery, patted the dust on her body as if she had done a trivial thing, and took out the Golden Compass again.
This time, the golden compass pointed to Eloth's location.
The target is not far away!
Joan of Arc held the giant sword and walked slowly and quickly towards the target position. No creature dared to attack her along the way.
Eloise, who was sitting on the ground and practicing, suddenly felt frightened. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the forest to the south, not knowing what had happened.