Chapter 859 The Collision of Black and Black
"Could it be Drucci's fault? Black Tower is very good at sowing dissension.
If a spy appears among us and the artifact in the Eight Peaks Mountain is leaked, even if Nagarond finds it difficult to intervene with force, he will definitely take relevant actions. "
Althea's words made Elvis shake his head directly. In her puzzled eyes, she said that the possibility of this happening was extremely small.
"Duluqi's spy network has a large number of Shadow King's men. If there are spies who know about the artifact of Bafeng Mountain, they must have been executed by the prince.
But nearly thirty years have passed since the occupation of Sartosa, and during this period you may have heard of the deaths of high-ranking Caledor figures. "
After carefully thinking about the meaning, Althea frowned. Could she know the existence of the Dragon Horn? Or was it because the snake god who liked to tease female believers accidentally revealed it when she was praying to Sotek to satisfy her curiosity.
As the heir to the Adonis family, she was unable to find out through formal channels. When she asked her father why he went to the Dawn Fortress, all she got was a lie and a plea for mercy.
There will never be a problem of loyalty among those who know, so the only possibility is...
"Maybe it's Tyron Locke..."
Elvis was noncommittal about this, and the female Prince Adira must have known about it. When the war mobilization order was still in the hands of His Highness and the existence of the Dragon Horn was not announced, perhaps it was the attendants around the lady who were most likely to do so.
"This has nothing to do with the giant horned viper, nor does it have anything to do with you and me now. Even if there are spies in the country who reveal the information, it should be handled by the palace.
What we have to do is how to catch these unidentified elves. "
"We must not disclose the detailed information about the giant horned viper to Tyrell. Even if we do, they will think it is the elves' sophistry. Those who have been robbed have been sent to the blood sacrifice pit."
After Althea expressed his thoughts, Elvis showed a cruel smile, but his voice was as cold as an ice cave.
"Why bother solving the problem from a human perspective? No matter what the purpose of this group of elves is, if they dare to treat giant horned vipers as pawns, they must pay a price!"
"I will look into the matter myself and get everything sorted out before the prince asks about it."
A group of cavalry dressed in very strange clothes followed the giant-horned cold lizards out of the military camp. The armor decorated with rat skulls could induce fear with just one glance.
The helmet is modeled after a typical human face-covering helmet, but on top of its head is a two-tailed giant snake with a scarlet letter. Every enemy who fights with it will also face Sotek when facing the ruthless and skilled rider. gaze.
Mrs. Kislev, who firmly believes in power and authority, gained strength from the way of Sotek, and formed the most violent and bloodthirsty elite force.
There are only a hundred people in total, and the entry requirements are so harsh that it’s chilling.
First of all, one must be a fanatical believer in the snake god. This is determined by the red-scaled horned viper, which contains deadly venom. After the venom infects every blood vessel in the body, only if you can barely survive can you meet the preliminary qualifications.
The second is to leave the Knights and enter the Blight Swamp alone with only an obsidian dagger to hunt at least twenty storm rats. There is no time limit, but often after a month, the participants never come back.
The end is extremely rigorous training, and in two years, the elf's forty-year training target is completed.
Only in this way will you be lucky enough to obtain a red gold amulet from Chakua, a powerful weapon against the enemy of Chaos.
The elite cavalry, known as the Red Python, followed the Grand Master and lurked on a peak. They did not know the purpose of their trip, but as long as it was the order of Sotek's chosen god, it was the purpose of life.
Gaguiar, who rode a pterosaur from Karak Budar, slipped from the sky on the wind of magic. His thin figure was like a dot in the dark night, making it difficult to detect.
Jaguar took a breath of surface air. As a skink that often lives in tropical rainforests, the thin air at high altitudes makes it difficult for it to adapt.
After all, even the red-crowned skink blessed by Sotek still has to follow basic biological laws, which is completely different from the unreasonable way of survival of the enemy of chaos.
After the skink priest adjusted his condition, he did not ask the elf child what he was going to do now. According to the instructions of the prophet, he released a black snake from the skin bag he carried.
After the leather bag was untied, the black snake, which was no more than two fingers thick, poked its head out, spitting out scarlet letters as if it was sizing up the surrounding environment.
The pure black gaze is like a light in the dark night, which is a very contradictory description. The snake's gaze is deeper and brighter than the night.
After the priest put down the skin bag, without any command, the black snake bowed up and looked for the target with scarlet letter and pure black eyes under the gaze of everyone. An invisible red thread was stretching out towards the currently unknown location.
When the plunderers inadvertently mentioned Sotek's name in an attempt to lead clues to the target they deliberately wanted to frame, they had already committed the crime of not taking the name of a god in vain.
The red thread stretched out for a long time, and the newly rising white moon and green moon reached the center from the corners of the night.
On the green mountain peaks, apart from some chirping of birds and insects, the only sounds left were the breathing of people and horses.
When time seemed to freeze and the chirping of birds and insects gradually stopped, the black snake finally lowered its arched body and moved towards the west in a winding and crawling posture.
Knowing that the envoy had found the target, Elvis ordered the red phosphorus cavalry to follow up in an orderly manner. After riding on the giant horned cold lizard, his frown never relaxed because of the result.
Even the messengers guided by the gods need such a long time to find clues as to where these attackers came from.
Although the red scale cavalry are as violent and restless by nature as the gods they believe in, years of training have made this irritability only on the battlefield.
The great mentor, who was born in the prominent Dragon Prince family, cannot tolerate the existence of a group of crazy people who cannot be commanded. Controlling the anger in the heart is the criterion for a successful warrior.
The march seemed particularly silent, which was completely different from the explosion of the giant horned viper on the battlefield. In order to keep up with the speed of the black snake envoy, the horses walked at a normal pace.
This also saves some effort, some effort in feeding the war horses, and preparing for the possible battle.
At the junction of night and day, at dawn, when the sun has not yet appeared and there is only a trace of a hundred edges in the sky, the crawling of the Black Snake Messenger finally comes to an end.
The cold-blooded snake stopped its movement, turned around and jumped onto Elvis's shoulder. It wrapped its body around the elf's arm in a familiar way, and pointed its head straight ahead at a camp with a blazing fire in the center.
The elves, who have long been accustomed to living with cold-blooded creatures, have no objection to the black snake's actions. After meeting those pure black eyes, they looked towards the camp two kilometers away, and the confusion in their hearts became more and more profound.
Why are the Dogs of War, the Black Rose Legion, a group of knights errant who cannot inherit the title in Bretonnia, and are involved in the attack... (End of this chapter)