Scene 350 Under the Abyss IX

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Just when the demons fought against Eruin's northern coalition forces and the army of the Temple of Fire, in the quiet port of Ampersel, the army of Jogendigan quickly occupied the entire port, and the harbor guards had long been captured by Bran. It was a lot of fighting, but it was cheap for these creatures from the ground. Under the guidance of all things returning to one, they easily opened the city gate and dispersed the remaining harbor guards. Before night, only Just a little resistance.

In the torrential rain, a Miaoman figure was slowly going up the winding stairs of the city tower.

Medusa Lysmeka was wearing a pure white linen robe, with bronze scaled skin exposed underneath, and her legs were far more slender than human women. However, she likes to wrap her python-like tail with coin markings around her shoulders, which looks like a shawl.

She climbed to the top of the tower, separated from the chattering harpies, and saw the dying Viscount Begnin. She picked up the other party's wrist and read a word. A circle of black patterns faintly appeared on the third joint of the viscount's left index finger. She took it to her beautiful prismatic pupils for a closer look, and then raised her head and asked: "Where did you find him?"

The harpies replied in a shrill voice unique to the underground: "Nearby, ma'am."

"Why didn't the messenger wake up?"

"The messenger has been knocked out, ma'am."

"Human beings are really fragile." Lysmeka was full of disdain. But she didn't dare to express this emotion. This person is an important person of the All Things Return to One Society. The All Things Return to One Society is a follower of the Twilight Dragon, and they work closely with demons, which is not something inferior people like them can evaluate. She lowered her head, stuck out her forked tongue and made a black mark on Viscount Begnin's forehead. Then he gently stroked it with his hand to create a rain cover for him.

"Let's talk about Lord Broka when he comes. You take good care of him. Our enemy this time is the terrible Temple of Fire. The lords still need the All-In-One Society to find that tool for them, as long as they stand firm." We'll have a wider land." Lysmeka seemed to be looking forward to it, with her beautiful snake-like long hair raised up, hissing and spitting out the letter.

She looked at the Alek Mountains in the distance. The rolling shadows of the mountains were shrouded in gloomy dark clouds, and the color of lightning was reflected in her beautiful eyes. Like some kind of spark ignited.

But not far from her, leeward, two ladies were having a serious discussion. "Bai Wu, it is indeed correct for us to leave Viscount Begnin there. We have caught a big fish. They really have some conspiracy behind it."

Conspiracies and tricks are almost certain, otherwise the all things will not appear here in a while.

"So what, are you going to follow her?" Bai Wu squinted at her. "Of course." Roman nodded of course.

"With your bumpy tracking level, we will be discovered within a minute, and then you will be arrested and killed. If this is the case, I will also perish." Bai Wu calmly hit her. Roman couldn't help showing a look of dissatisfaction, and his small eyebrows were raised hastily: "Is it that bad?"

"Worse than that."

"Then we have to give up this plan. White mist, white mist. What shall we do next?" The business lady very freely rejected the plan she had been thinking about for a long time. It's as if that plan wasn't her idea.

"Think for yourself." Bai Wu replied lazily.

"I know, the enemy Brando on the surface will not be afraid, but it is difficult to guard against conspiracies and tricks. It is written like that in knight novels. Besides, Brando looks stupid and easy to deceive We have to dig out the thing they are going to dig first." Roman immediately came to a new conclusion.

"What are you going to do?" Bai Wu felt that taking knight novels as a model for action was simply a negative example. But this judgment is still correct, so she didn't bother to care about it. To be honest, if she could, she wouldn't even bother to talk. "Let's go find those sneaky guys first." Roman replied confidently.

"Sneaky guy?"

"I saw Grand Duke Anleke just now. Didn't the viscount say that they are also members of that society?"

"Please talk about this kind of thing earlier next time..." Bai Wu finally rolled her eyes weakly. This was almost the first move she made today that could be called an expression.

...

"It's you, Babasa?" Brando had already recognized that the wrinkled old woman was the old hag Babasa he had blackmailed once in Riddenburg.

"Witch? Brando, who is she?" Princess Griffin was the first to react. Because she used to follow the Dark Dragon, witches don't have a good reputation in the human world. Therefore, most of them live in seclusion. They are shrouded in an aura of evil, mystery, and ulterior motives, and many bedside stories in Warnd use them as typical villains to nurture them.

Princess Griffin, who grew up in such a cultural atmosphere, is no exception. She only frowned, which showed that she was well-mannered. Of course, one aspect was also because the other party helped them once. Not only Her Royal Highness, but also Earl Odin slightly raised his eyebrows, but as a mature nobleman, he was obviously much more powerful, and he didn't show the surprise in his heart.

"It's me, Lord Lord," the old woman in a black robe who hid her wrinkled face under the wizard's hat respectfully bowed to Brando: "Don't worry, everyone, Lord Lord has helped in the past. I am an old woman once, I once swore an oath in front of the Dark Dragon, and I will repay you. Today I am here to repay the favor, Lord Lord, don’t mind." Babasa sized everyone up with her small eyeballs, and replied .

This is obviously a lie. Since when did he help her, blackmailing her is almost the same. However, Brando could more or less guess why the other party would help him, and soon a voice in his mind confirmed this guess:

"My lord, don't be confused. We are your loyal followers. At this juncture when history is about to change, the witches of the Winter Kingdom must fulfill their promise first."

Sure enough, Babasha had predicted in Rydenburg that he would bring the return of the Dark Dragon. He just finds it ridiculous. But the world is impermanent, and later he really became the heir of Odin's inheritance, but he only got a fraction of this inheritance, in fact, he can't be regarded as the real dragon of darkness, I don't know how this old witch found my own.

"Hmph!" There was another cold hum at this time. "Brando, where did you get these dirty allies again? Do you really want to be the Dragon of Darkness?" This was the voice of Queen Feng.

Brando was taken aback. He didn't expect the Queen of the Wind to make a sound at this time. She and Odin are deadly enemies, in other words, they are also one of the enemies of these witches. He hurriedly looked up, but found that there was no strange look on Babasha's face. Only then did she feel relieved, it seemed that Babasha's voice was just a magical effect, and she couldn't spy out what was in his mind.

"It's obviously her who came to the door. It's none of my business." Brando couldn't help answering aggrieved.

"Hmph, take care of yourself, don't lose your composure." Feng Hou coldly dropped a word, and then fell silent again. Brando's heart moved: "Master Fenghou. I thought you really didn't see me all day today."

"you……"

Sister Elf gritted her teeth and scolded the pig-headed Brando ten times in her heart, and then made up her mind that she would never pay attention to this guy until the last moment.

Brando didn't realize that he had once again greatly offended the sages of the wind elves. If he could, he must be up to the standard for the fire in the temple after the wind. "Babasha, how do you know all this?" he asked.

The old witch smiled mysteriously. "Master doesn't have to hide it. As long as the deed on the black prophecy has not disappeared, we witches can read all the secrets from it. The black prophecy has already predicted everything today, and the dragon of darkness will return to the earth."

"The Black Prophecy also said that Madara would rule the land, and that the twelve branches of witches would move towards unification. It's not a thing of the past." Brando slandered inwardly. But he didn't want to get involved with these people, witches didn't have a good reputation in the mortal world. Getting involved with them is tantamount to acknowledging the identity of a follower of the Dark Dragon. Followers of the Dragon of Darkness, under the rule of the Four Holy Temples, Warnd, who sees the sky, is the same as the cultists. "Could you be mistaken?" he asked.

"No," Babasa seemed to respond. Busy replied humbly: "Is the master worried about your identity? It doesn't matter, we will help you secretly, and your identity will never be exposed—at least before the second judgment day."

"What is that on the Second Judgment Day?" Brando felt that he would be half-crazy sooner or later when he talked to these witches. But if Babasha is as she said, the witches will be a pretty good help for him.

Witches and prophets are the first mortals in the world to master magic power. The ancient wizards realized the magic of mortals by developing the magic power in words and languages; the source of their power is actually the twelve moons reflected by the dark magic power in the sky , so there are twelve different branches of witches walking on the earth in the mortal world. For example, Roman's aunt is the eternal witch whose natal constellation is the magic moon in the star area where Lyra is located. And the strongest branch in the country of witches, Bronson, is none other than the Witch of Winter on the Throne of Witches.

Witches have long been eroded by dark magic, so they become eccentric. Most of them are evil, cruel and easy to kill, but there are also some kind and rational beings, but without exception, they are all firm followers of order. No matter how different the world is, it cannot be denied that they are as irreconcilable as the heathen.

This is why Brando will never join forces with All Things Return to One, but can accept the inheritance of the Dark Dragon. For the same reason, he didn't mind Babasha's help - as long as it didn't cause him trouble.

He pondered for a while: "Babasha, you said that the Winter Kingdom fulfilled its promise, and you didn't complete the previous dark curtain alone?"

"Master, there are a few sisters accompanying me." Babasha replied.

The same few dry faces suddenly appeared in Brando's mind. Because they specialize in the magic of darkness, witches like to live in seclusion in wild areas. A small kingdom on the border of civilization like Eruin is simply their paradise, at least a witch like Babasa, he knows more than a little in Eruin.

In fact, Roman's aunt, Aunt Jenny, is a typical example. "How strong are they?"

"Basically the same as me, master." Brando raised his head and looked at Babasa with sharp eyes. "Babasha, you said that the Kingdom of Winter will respond to the promise made by the King of Witches to the Dragon of Darkness. You are not the only ones in the Kingdom of Witches, Brunozon?"

"Of course not. They are only restricted by their own restrictions and cannot come. Master, please don't doubt our loyalty." Babasha hesitated a bit with a submissive face.

Brando understood it all. He knew that the twelve branches of witches were scattered on the earth, so they probably wouldn't agree with each other. Although he is the successor of the Dragon of Darkness, he is not necessarily the only one who inherits the Dragon of Darkness. Babasha came to him, apparently for long-term investment.

This old witch is quite shrewd, but Brando really doesn't like the current few silver-ranked witches, so he can't help but feel a little disappointed. "Babasha, don't you think you can help me with this little power?"

"Of course not," Babasha said hastily, "But my lord, the power of a witch has always been more important than wisdom rather than strength. Difficulties that cannot be solved by strength can be solved by using wisdom."

In the next two sentences, Brando and Babasha no longer used the whispering magic, and Earl Odin immediately said after listening to him: "In this case, old witch, what kind of wisdom have you brought us?" He The tone is not polite, because witches are simply synonymous with intrigue, cunning and deceit among the people.

"My lord, we can take you through this area, avoiding the surveillance of the harpies." Babasha replied.

"Really?" Brando's eyes lit up slightly, and he asked carefully. "You say you can take us through this area without being spotted by Jorgendigan's army?"

"Exactly."

"Whether it's south or north?" Brando asked.

"Mr. Brando, what do you want to do?" Griffin was terrified by the princess, she turned her head and stared at Brando with wide silver eyes. As if getting to know him again, he looked surprised.

"Exactly... Exactly." There seemed to be more wrinkles on Baba's face, and she was thinking about something, but she didn't lie.

"Babasha, how many people can you guarantee to pass through this blockade without being discovered?" Brando ignored the others, and the line in his heart was becoming clearer and clearer.

"No more than twenty people."

"I understand," Brando nodded: "Your Highness, the anchor key you gave me can be used to determine the anchor point for the Aruin First Royal Fleet, right? How much magic power is needed to activate it."

"Mr. Brando..."

Griffin looked at him and whispered, "It's too risky..."