Act 164 War Tablet: Dragon Skin X
It’s the turn of summer and autumn. Silver flakes are all over the Golden Needle Valley, and the woodland is covered with vultures and autumn. 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 walked through the forest. These were like pale bones dug out of the soil. They moved slowly, and the rusty ring armor on their bodies rattled with every step they took. They wore black swords on their waists and returned to the forest. In the scabbard, as the snow-white hip bones swing back and forth and continuously hit the metal buckle, strange and uniform sounds are made. These sounds gather together and sweep across the valley like waves.
Looking around, there are densely packed black flat-top iron helmets and dancing phosphorus fire, endless, like a gray and white ocean. This sea water poured in from the east of the valley, gradually overflowing through the valley, pervasive, and swallowed up all living things. Wherever they passed, the snow-white bark of the Shining Silver Tree gradually dried up, and even the leaves curled up and withered, as if their vitality had been drained.
A small group of human knights hang far behind. The knights are fully armored, wearing winged helmets and holding spears. The edges of their gorgeous shirts hang like tassels, close to the saddle of the dragon where they sit. These huge dragons are also fully clothed. Not only do they wear visors with metal horns on their heads, but they also wear thick cotton armor that is only added during war. The cotton armor is one inch thick and lined with one inch. It is made of layers of metal rings and rivets, and its 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 leader looked serious. There was a cold light in her emerald eyes. It was not that she had never seen the scene in front of her before, in Chablis and Toniguere. She has seen the sight of the undead army marching, covering the mountains and fields, covering the sky and the sun. She put one hand on her horse's neck and gently stroked the elegant creature to calm it down. She 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, unlike those in the north. Compared with the old lion, it is almost a new army.
Juta grabbed a handful of dirt. After rubbing it through her chain-mail gloves, she put her hand to her nose, and a strong scent of vegetation hit her nostrils. This land is full of vitality, and it is definitely not a land soaked in negative magic. These undead souls are not evoked from the local area. But where do they come from? The most important thing is why they appear here, together with the Cruz White Dragon Knights.
"Krue, tell me, aren't you a wizard? You should have made some progress after studying with Lord Charles for so long." Juta looked at the other young man.
The young man was wearing cotton armor. It looked like a coat, but with diamond-shaped bulges tied on the surface with cotton thread. He turned up the collar, wore a thick felt hat, blushed, and muttered helplessly: "I am a law wizard. Lord Juta, I have never learned black magic. You want me to tell you the principles of psychic spells. I can explain it to you, but now what do you want me to say? I am not one of those Cruz people. The roundworms inside, how do you know what they will be doing here? But in my opinion, it’s probably nothing 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 and looked over there, as if he had thought of something. "But it's not that I didn't find anything. Those knights hanging behind don't seem to be monitoring these skeletons, but they seem to be protecting someone," he said to himself: "I think so, the skeletons of the necromancy masters There is no need to monitor it, it will naturally obey the orders of the messenger."
"You mean the man who controls these skeletons is among the knights?" Jutta interrupted his tirade and asked the key point.
"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. In fact, it is restricted by the number of mid-level and 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 with ease. 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 would require at least a Corps of Corpses to control them. It seems that that group of knights cannot 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 the 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 inside. 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. Yuta, 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 aloof 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 listen to the nonsense of the female mercenary leader.
But Jutta didn't care. She stared in the direction of the valley through a few swaying dandelions, and the flashing light in her eyes changed several times. "It's not like they are going to Fatan, this direction is going to the north -"
"It's just like those mountain people." Mel added.
"Krue," 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 looked back at the followers: "What's wrong with you? Are you mute?"
Several young people were not dumb, but were frightened by her whimsical thoughts. "Sir, if you want me to be honest, I don't think this idea is very good." Crewe's face turned pale: "Not to mention whether we can control this undead army, all of those white dragon knights are gold-level Masters, it’s hard to say whether we can beat them, well, this is actually a euphemism, I think there is no chance of winning at all.”
Jutta 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 protect yourself wisely."
"That's enough, I don't want to hear your nonsense anymore, shut up-"
The young man could only shrink his neck and said nothing. As the top students graduating from the first batch of Royal Knights Academy and Freya. Mel seriously considered the feasibility of this plan. Although he was a mountain man, he was one of the rare nobles born from a mountain man. 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: "It's too risky, sir. Do you have any other plans?"
Jutta glanced over there: "There is definitely something weird about these undead. 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 leader, 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." She took out a light blue crystal. There was a rune suspended in the hollow part of the crystal. The rune suddenly lit up. Juta whispered to it: "Lord, I am Juta. I am I and my subordinates are currently in the Golden Needle Valley——"
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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.
Brando silently watched Bai arrange the formation not far away, and while putting down the shimmering crystal in his hand, the light blue luster on the crystal gradually dimmed. "It's the news from Yuta." He whispered to Bai Jia behind him: "That woman didn't lie to us. The Cruz people have already taken action. She found an undead army moving north 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 Bai arranged a typical array spell, and it was related to psychic magic. She was not very worried about Bai's manipulation of this array, so she retracted her mind and thought: "Disappeared a few weeks ago. The mountain people and this army of the undead are going to the border of Mehotofen to trap us in Fatan. They are probably just waiting for Bai to do it. 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 changed, they might have really fallen into Caught off guard.
"Yuta 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 was not afraid, it was impossible to kill them all. Even if those corpse witches lined up for him to kill, he would have to kill them for a long time, let alone that they were still hiding in the army of skeletons all over the mountains and plains. However, the undead army in East Metz was controlled by a few people with the undead treasure. This gave him an opportunity. As soon as Juta told the situation 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, not to mention that 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 Lord, you can get the stone tablet, as well as more secrets about Constance and that person. If you don't mind, I'm ready to get started."
Brando glanced at her lightly and nodded.
"Ser Lorissan." Bai asked again, her voice as hollow and hoarse as ever.
The Undead Knight also nodded, the golden flames in its eyes burning 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 half an inch into the soil, forming 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 his bright wrist and was stunned for a moment before he remembered that he was an undead. She frowned and turned her gaze to 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 the way of Baijia. He pulled out the Sword of the Earth and cut a gash on his hand, and the bright red blood overflowed like the most magnificent wine. It trickled down along the blade, forming a string of blood-red beads dripping 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 look at him deeply. 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 that the ritual of blood sacrifice is required in the magic circle. The amount of blood required for each ring is fixed. Whether it is enough or not will affect the effect of the spell. This top-level eleven-ring The blood required by the magic circle is almost exactly the blackjack life of a warrior.
Seeing this hand, Bai naturally understood that Brando also knew her spells thoroughly, and felt awe-inspiring.
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