It is already the atmosphere at the turn of summer and autumn. Silver flakes and eagle tails are all over the Golden Needle Valley, and autumn is all over the forest. After noon, the sun shines brightly, passing through the forest canopy like a golden curtain. However, under this magnificent and intoxicating scenery, there are
Twisted and unclean things. An army of bones and bones walks through the forest. These are like pale bones dug out of the soil. They move slowly, and their rusty ring armor rattles with every step they take.
The black sword is worn on the waist and returned to the scabbard. As the snow-white hip bone swings back and forth, it continuously hits the metal buckle, making strange and uniform sounds. These sounds gather together and sweep across like waves.
valley.
As far as the eye can see, there are densely packed black flat-topped iron helmets and dancing phosphorus fires, endless, like a gray and white ocean. This seawater pours in from the east of the valley, gradually overflowing the valley, penetrating in, engulfing all living things, they
Wherever it passes, the snow-white bark of the Shining Silver Tree gradually dries up, and even the leaves curl up and wither, as if their vitality has been drained.
A small group of human knights hang far behind. The knights are fully armored, wearing winged helmets, holding spears, and the edges of their gorgeous battle robes hang like tassels, close to the saddle of the dragon where they sit. These huge knights
Yalong is also fully clothed. Not only does he wear a visor with metal horns on his head, but he also wears thick cotton armor that is only added during war. The cotton armor is one inch thick and lined with a metal ring.
With rivets, the protective power is even better than ordinary armor. Most of the belts are ornately decorated, hanging down to the dragon's curved knees, with a huge white dragon head emblem printed on it.
The relationship between these heavy cavalry and this undead army seems to be very special. The resurrected skeletons all over the mountains and plains regard them as nothing, and they do not seem to intend to get too close to these products of twisted nature. The two are far apart and go their own way.
At the other end of the valley, Jutta and her knights put down their horses, hid in a depression, and poked their heads out, taking in a clear view of the scene. The female mercenary captain looked serious, and her emerald green eyes were filled with emotion.
With a layer of cold light, it was not that she had never seen the scene in front of her. In Chablis and Toniguer, she had seen the sight of the undead army marching, covering the mountains and fields, blocking the sky and the sun. She put one hand on her horse's shoulder
On the neck, while gently stroking this elegant creature to calm it down, he turned back to the others and asked: "Is that the knight of the White Legion?"
"It seems that it must be the White Dragon Knight." Mel replied, he had already lifted up his visor, revealing the face of a young man - Brando's White Lion Guards are generally young, and they are different from those in the north.
Compared with an old lion, it is almost a new army.
Jutta grabbed a handful of soil. She rubbed it through her chain-mail gloves. She put her hand to her nose, and a strong smell of grass and trees hit her nostrils. This land is full of vitality, and it is definitely not saturated with negative magic.
In this land, these undead were not evoked from the local area. But where did they come from? The most important thing is, why do they appear here, together with the White Dragon Knights of the Cruz people.
"Krue, tell me, aren't you a wizard? You have been studying with Sir Charles for so long, so you should have made some progress." Yuta looked at another young man. The young man was wearing a suit of cotton armor. It looked like
The coat only had rhombus-shaped protrusions tied with cotton thread on the surface. He turned the collar up high and wore a thick felt hat. His face was flushed and he muttered helplessly: "I am a law wizard. Lord Juta,
I have never studied black magic. If you want me to tell you the principles of psychic magic, I can explain it to you. But what do you want me to say now? I am not the roundworm in the belly of those Cruz people.
How do you know what they will be doing here? But in my opinion, it's probably not good."
"If you dare to learn black magic, I will kill you first without the lord taking action." Yuta replied.
The young man was so frightened that he shrank his neck. He looked over there, as if he had thought of something. "But it's not that I didn't notice anything. Those knights hanging behind didn't seem to be monitoring these skeletons, but they seemed to be
Who are you protecting?" He said to himself: "It makes sense that the skeleton of the Necromancer's master does not need to be monitored, it will naturally obey the command of the master."
"You mean the man who controls these skeletons is among those knights?" Juta interrupted his long speech and asked to focus on the key points.
"Not necessarily... Sir, you know that in Madara's establishment, corpse witches are generally relied on to control the low-level undead without intelligence. A mid-level corpse witch can only command a dozen skeleton warriors. So.
Madara's undead army is not as endless as outsiders rumored. It is actually limited by the number of high-level corpse witches in the army. However, their combat effectiveness is indeed very strong. Firstly, the undead army is not affected by morale.
Secondly, corpse witches command skeletons and zombies like their hands and fingers. They function like knight officers in our human army, but they are better than us."
"Let's get to the point -" Juta interrupted him again.
"...I mean, there are at least several thousand undead armies here. Putting them in Madara requires at least a Corps of Corpses to control them. It seems that the knights can't protect so many people. Of course, there is another possibility, that is
Someone used an undead treasure to control so many undead, or there is a high-level undead lord among those knights who personally controls this army."
The female knight waved her hand: "The high-level undead lord still needs the protection of these knights? Don't think that I have never seen the undead lord. There must be an undead treasure in it. Where did these Cruz people get such a ghost thing? That queen
Your Majesty actually associates with the undead?"
Several young knights were cautious and did not answer. Juta, under the subtle influence of Brando and others, was used to not taking His Majesty the Emperor of the Cruz people seriously and calling him by his first name, but they did not dare to do so.
Warnd's imperial dynasty has lasted for thousands of years, and the majesty of the royal family has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Not to mention the royal family, even a noble lord is superior to them when they see it. How can His Majesty, the Emperor of the Cruz people, allow people like them to make irresponsible remarks?
Therefore, they could only turn a blind eye and ignore the nonsense of the female mercenary leader.
But Juta didn't care. She looked through a few swaying dandelions and stared in the direction of the valley. The flashing light in her eyes changed several times. "They don't seem to be going to Fatan, this direction is going to the north."
——”
"They're just like those mountain people," Mel added.
"Crew," she suddenly asked: "Let me ask you something. Do you think that if we go in and seize the undead treasure, can we control this army?"
The hollow suddenly became quiet.
Yuta couldn't help but frowned and turned around, looking at several followers: "What's wrong with you? Are you mute?"
Several young people were not dumb, but were frightened by her fantastic idea. "Sir, if you want me to be honest, I don't think this idea is good." Crewe's face turned pale:
"Not to mention whether we can control this undead army, those White Dragon Knights are all gold-level masters. It's hard to say whether we can defeat them. Well, this is actually a euphemism. I think it is basically
No chance of winning."
Juta glared at him angrily: "You are as timid as a mouse, do you deserve to be called a knight?"
"I'm a wizard." Crewe replied aggrievedly.
"You are Lord Ciel's most proud student."
"But the teacher also said that as a wizard, the first priority on the battlefield is to be wise and protect yourself."
"That's enough, I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore, shut up-"
The young man had no choice but to shrink his neck and say nothing. As an honors student who graduated from the first batch of Wangli Knight Academy and Freya, Mel seriously considered the feasibility of this plan. Although he was a mountain man, he was a young man.
Some nobles were born in the mountains. His father was a retainer of Grand Duke Viero, so he was quite distinguished. He was not the eldest son, so he was sent to the royal family to become a knight. But he still shook his head and replied: "Mr.
It’s time to take the risk, sir, do you have any other plans?”
Jutta glanced over there: "These undead are definitely weird. It's not normal for Cruz and the undead to be mixed together. As scouts, how can we watch them slip by under our noses without any reaction?
"
She waved her hand to interrupt what the young knight was about to say. "Don't worry, I'm not that reckless. When I was the mercenary captain, you guys were still nursing in the arms of the wet nurse-"
"Sir, I was your subordinate when you were the leader..." Kru said weakly.
But the female mercenary leader ignored him and continued: "We can't do it, but we still have reinforcements." As she said that, she took out a light blue crystal, and the hollow part of the crystal was suspended.
A rune suddenly lit up, and Yuta whispered to it: "Lord, I am Yuta. My subordinates and I are now in the Golden Needle Valley-"
…
In the dark underground, a wedge-shaped magic circle is gradually taking shape in the rotunda. The center of the magic circle is exactly surrounded by the pile of rubble. The sunlight shines down from the holes in the dome, just covering the magic circle.
Not far away, Brando watched silently as Bai arranged the circle. He put down the slightly glowing crystal in his hand, and the light blue luster on the crystal gradually dimmed. "It's the news from Yuta." He whispered to behind him.
Bai Jia said: "That woman didn't lie to us. The Cruz people have already made some moves. She discovered an undead army moving northward in the Golden Needle Valley——"
Bai Jia looked away from Bai's direction, her dark eyes exuding a dark light in the dark environment. With her magical attainments, she could tell at a glance that what Bai had arranged was a typical array spell, and it was related to psychic magic.
, she was not very worried about Bai's manipulation of this magic circle, so she retracted her mind and thought: "The mountain people who disappeared a few weeks ago and this undead army went to the border of Mehotofen, trying to trap us to death in Fatan.
, they should just be waiting for Bai to take action, as long as Fatan falls into eternal darkness, the undead and the White Army will attack."
"We have to move faster. Fortunately, Bai is still under our control now." Brando couldn't help but secretly said that he was lucky. If it hadn't been for this accidental encounter, if Her Majesty's plan had suddenly launched, they might have really fallen into
A situation that was caught off guard.
"Yota is in the Golden Needle Valley, not far from here. Do you want to stop the undead army?" Bai Jia asked keenly.
Brando glanced at her and nodded. The current army of the undead is very different from Madara's army of the undead. Madara's army of the undead is controlled by the corpse witch group, an army of thousands of skeletons.
Although he is not afraid, it is impossible to kill them all. Even if the corpse witches line up for him to kill, he will have to kill them for a long time, let alone they are still hiding in the army of skeletons all over the mountains and plains. However, in Dongmei
This undead army here was controlled by a few people with the undead treasure. This gave him an opportunity. As soon as Yuta told the situation over there, he was immediately moved.
Thinking of this, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of Lawson's ghost. Although it was Bai who helped his wife escape, the ghost of the knight should know who it should thank. If Bai dared to make any changes, it would definitely be the first to do so.
A move, let alone when he was alive, he was always jealous of evil.
It was at this time that Bai finally completed her magic circle.
The black knight lady clapped her hands, raised her head and looked at Brando with a meaningful look. "I'm done. According to the agreement, I only want the blood of the Dark God, and you, Lord Lord, can get the stone slab and Kang
There are more secrets between Stans and that person, if you don’t mind, I’m ready to get started.”
Brando glanced at her lightly and nodded.
"Sir Lorison." Bai asked again, her voice as hollow and hoarse as ever.
The undead knight also nodded, and the golden flames in its eyes burned brightly.
Bai then walked slowly to the magic circle - she carved the magic circle on the ground with the swords of several Dead Moon Knights. It was dug into the soil half an inch to form a deep groove. It looked like two opposing wheels.
The moon overlapped to form a wedge shape, and the curved lines intertwined with each other, forming thick black shadows under the light - Bai raised her bright wrist and was stunned for a moment before she remembered that she was an undead. She frowned,
Set your sights on Bai Jia.
Brando naturally knew what she meant. He grabbed the senior sister who was about to step forward and replied: "I'll do it."
"Thank you." Bai replied, his voice so calm that no trace of gratitude could be heard.
Brando is not worried that Bai will plot against her at this stage. Bai's main job is physics. Although as a long-standing silver elf, she has had some contact with magic during her lifetime and after her death, she is still far behind Shen Zhu.
This is Bai Jia. He pulled out the Sword of the Earth and cut a gash on his hand. The bright red blood overflowed like the most magnificent wine. It dripped down the blade, forming a string of blood-red beads.
Fall into the magic circle.
Brando calculated that he had deducted about 21 lives, and then wrapped the wound with a thick cloth to stop the bleeding. When he removed the thick cloth again, the wound had completely healed, leaving only a shallow white mark.
.
Seeing this scene, Bai couldn't help but take a deep look at him. He didn't know whether it was because of his powerful self-healing ability or because of his accurately calculated dedication of blood. Brando actually did this to warn this woman,
For rituals that require blood sacrifice in magic circle spells, the amount of blood required for each ring is fixed. Whether it is exceeded or insufficient will affect the effect of the spell. This top-level magic circle with eleven rings requires almost exactly 20 blood for a warrior.
A little life.
Seeing this hand, Bai naturally understood that Brando also knew her spells thoroughly, and felt awe-inspiring.
