Chapter 427

The foot of maudes mountain is a rolling hill, but the depression is filled with snowstorm in winter, which looks like a snow-white plain.

Late at night, the cold wind howls in the dark, but even if the flying snow blocks the vision, people can see a golden light in the vast snow.

In Moldova, the camp of the scaret family is stationed in a pine forest at the foot of the mountain. Originally, it was the nest of a group of ice wolves, but now it is occupied by human beings. The glow of the pyroxene lamp in the camp is scattered, but the most dazzling thing is the huge six pointed star sign that releases golden light above the center of the camp.

It was considered that the scarlet family would set up the camp here. The hilly terrain is high. If there are powerful mages stationed here, they will be able to suppress the whole foot of maudes mountain. In addition to the advantages of the terrain, the view to the south here is wide, which can be echoed by a group of elite heavy Knights of the scarlet family not far from the lake banier.

In a big tent at the core of the camp, Brandon was frowning and listening to the Ranger's report. Seeing that he had been running in the snow for a long time, he asked the Ranger to sit down and take a sip of hot tea.

Then, in the Ranger's grateful narration, the golden swordsman clenched his fist.

"These haunting heretics!"

Brandon was furious and hammered the wooden table in front of him heavily. The fragile table collapsed on the spot, and the teacup on it was also broken.

"It's OK. I'm a little out of control for a moment. Go on." Brandon took a deep breath. He forced himself to calm down and asked calmly, "you just said that the withered Hellas is walking straight towards the Moldovan Black Forest along the forest around the magebulonghe river, No one survived in the two villages along the way... Is there any other village in his action track? "

"Yes, along the way there are Baiye Town, Russ village and a few Hunter camps, but Dahl and Andrey have gone to inform us."

Thinking of the two villages that had turned into ghosts, the Ranger swallowed his saliva, and then described the situation clearly. However, when retelling the scene at that time, he could not help shivering: "the withered man's speed is not fast, my brother is driving on the dragon blood horse, It should be able to make these villages take refuge ahead of time... After all, Helas would not chase creatures out of his sight, which is his habit. "

After hearing the news, Brandon breathed a long breath, but his expression still did not relax. The blonde swordsman asked the Ranger back and forth again, and then waved him back to rest.

The door of the tent was closed by the respectful Ranger, and the golden swordsman, who was alone in the tent, was silent for a long time, then sighed.

"It's worse than I thought... Although I know that accidents can happen to any plan, it's still too unexpected."

Since May 833, the evil cults in the whole continent of mirov have suddenly entered an active period, not counting the lunatics who share the same stream with the wild dragon and spread pestilence in the far south, but also scattered cult groups such as demon worshipers, abyss callers, etc. have sprung up one after another, There have been several instances of whole villages being slaughtered and sacrificed.

The north is not free from vulgarity. Although the number of evil believers in the north is small, the quality is far higher than that in other areas. You should know that most of the events of demons calling and evil gods offering sacrifices are completed by demagogic mortals. Even if there are evil believers, most of them are marginal members who only know a little about the doctrine. Most of these Heretics in the north are full members, and even some of them are priests who can use blasphemy.

Moldavia has Miss No. 3 stationed in the main city, which can easily identify all suspicious elements. However, Moldovan leader is not so lucky. Verdani can't finish the job alone, so she can only ask Brandon from the imperial capital to help.

Not long ago, Brandon and vildany joined hands with Joshua to clear away most of the heretics gathering places in Moldova and Moldova. The golden swordsman thought that this had come to an end and the territory was peaceful again, but he did not expect that an ancient relic suddenly appeared in the maudes mountains.

As a result, the situation became chaotic.

Countless adventurers, archaeologists, mages and strange figures from all over the world are moving northward at the same time. Their target is Moldova collar. This originally quiet and cold northern land is filled with footprints and accents from all over the world in an instant. Hotels and pubs in the main city and surrounding villages are full of people. There are some scum among the adventurers. Thanks to these people, the security of the territory has become a big problem.

In order to coordinate the contradictions, there are many adventurers and mages who are strong in gold. Verdini and Brandon can only stay in the main city by themselves, and one by one by the ancient ruins near maudes mountain. They are too busy to be separated, so they can only entrust their daughter to Joshua who is still relaxed.In fact, Brandon and verdani are not interested in the ruins. They just want to ensure the safety of the people in the territory. In recent days, the blizzard seems to be coming to an end, and formal exploration and excavation work will begin soon. They both want to let these guys finish their exploration as soon as possible, and then restore everything to its original state, but accidents often happen, Helas is the worst news.

"The people of the two villages, even more... I thought these cult followers had been driven away, but they were also interested in the ruins."

The golden swordsman rubbed his forehead wearily. He said with a wry smile, "Helas the withered one, isn't he active in the western mountains? He ran to the north for this relic, and no one found it along the way... What are those people doing at the border?"

Although he was in a bad mood, Brandon knew that no matter how much he complained, it would not help. He stood up, walked back and forth in the camp, and had a plan in his mind.

"The other side is the top of the mind, close to the legendary strong, can only ask the teacher or grandfather Nostradamus hand."

Although Brandon seems gentle and modest in appearance, he actually has his own pride and can solve things by himself. He always does not like to ask others to help, but now there is no way. He can only ask the older generation and the strong willed people of the same level of Hellas to help. The other side is the high priest of the cult. The golden swordsmen believe that they will not refuse this reasonable request.

"As for Joshua..."

A name came to mind. Brandon stopped walking. He frowned and thought for a long time. Finally, he sighed slowly: "forget it... He just came back from the battle of the holy mountain dragon."

Because he was in Mount maudes, he had not received the notice from Lord Moldavia's house, so he did not know that the soldiers were on the way.

For a friend younger than himself, who has made great progress in strength, Brandon's feelings have always been very complex. The blonde swordsman is very clear about the appreciation of each other's personality, admiration of strength, and slight jealousy of strength progress, and admits it one by one. Brandon has always understood that human emotions are complex. He is indeed a little envious of Joshua's strength and progress speed, but he also knows what the other party has paid for it.

In the two years since they met, the soldiers have been fighting, or on the way to the battlefield - the Kuroshio, the great AEAS mountains, the alien world eroded by chaos, the Dragon Nest, the holy mountain, the Dragon battlefield. Joshua has never stopped, never tired, and has been fully engaged in the battle.

Brandon thinks that he can never achieve this simple way of life and character, so he also knows that even if he shares the heritage of sages with the other party, he can not have the same pace of progress as the other party.

"What's more, the other side is the top of his mind. It's said that he is the patron of evil spirits who wants to break through the legendary realm..."

Turning to the map hanging in the middle of the camp behind him, Brandon muttered to himself, "I don't think even you can beat him."

Far away.

The ice wind is like a blade, and the dark clouds are surging.

The heavy clouds like ink have brought down endless snowstorms, making everything pale, but there is a black turbulent River in the white world, whistling with the wind and surging waves. Even the extreme cold of tens of degrees below zero can not make it ice.

And an ordinary town is located by the surging river.

Maizhe River, Baiye town.

This is a small commercial town on the riverside. Houses with gray roofs gather beside the tributaries of the long river, forming a settlement erected on the artificial canal and tributaries. Slender arch bridges and stone roads are scattered all over the place, dividing it into areas.

Baiye town is named because it is rich in a kind of magic potion with white leaves. This magic plant, called frost grass, is one of the raw materials of the concentration potion. During the harvest season, there are a lot of people here, and countless merchant ships flock to buy these delicate flowers and plants. Although the residents of Baiye town have to pay a high trade tax on magic medicine, they are far richer than the ordinary people in the north. They often hold parties in the middle of the night, and they can hear the laughter of the residents all the time.

But now, it's dead.

As the blizzard poured down, dark clouds like thick ink fell from the sky, and connected with the distant ice field, there were dazzling electric arcs winding in the depth of the clouds, and then a lightning burst out to tear the sky,

Boom!

The branch lightning of the tree takes up half of the sky, accompanied by the roar, which seems to make the Storm Snow tremble.

However, thunder over all the sounds in the world, but not a few regular footsteps.

TA, Ta, TA.A tall man walks on the stone road of small town in silence. His footstep is the only sound in this space, which covers the roar of wind and snow and the roar of thunder.

The voice of all things is powerless because of his existence. Every time a man steps forward, the earth withers with naked eyes. The insects and ants lurking in the nest die in a strange wave. The tiny bacteria in the soil are not spared. The ancient trees along the road are no exception. They wither and decay with the pace, Finally, together in the wind dissipated into the gravel of equality.

The earth thus became a Jedi without any life.

A man's pace is not fast, but slow. However, his every step is very regular. There is no error in the distance between the two steps. Even the most rigorous master's most shrewd ruler can't measure any difference.

Boom!

There was another thunder, and then the pale electric light could see the man's appearance.

This man is a strong man, wearing a black robe, with a face as angular as a statue. His dark green curly hair is hanging down against his temples, which makes the expressionless, machine like face more ruthless.

The man's eyes are like a whirlpool. The whirlpool of death in the deep sea can bury everything and engulf everything. Lightning can't take away his sense of existence. On the contrary, because of his existence, even the blizzard sweeping the sky and the sky, the lightning is not worth mentioning, as if it is just the cry of a child.

Behind the man lay a cold corpse. Their bodies were shriveled and thin, as if their blood had burned out. From their wrinkled faces, we could see how painful and desperate they were.

At the front of these withered bodies is the body of a Ranger with a long bow. It can be seen that he seems to be leading the villagers to leave the house and prepare to evacuate, but unexpectedly he meets the most vigilant target. Judging from the shrunken posture of the corpse, it seems that the Ranger wants to fight back, but before he takes out the arrow from the quiver, he has died quietly.

Suddenly, in one side of the house, came a little girl's low voice sobbing, this sobbing only appeared for a moment, immediately stopped, it seems that someone covered her mouth.

But the man who killed most of the villagers was still walking forward step by step.

When he walks, he does not bypass any obstacles. In front of the ditch, he crosses the ditch. In front of the river, he steps on the water. When the house is blocked, he bumps through the house. When the tree is blocked, he breaks the tree. This man, like a machine, just stubbornly advances towards the predetermined goal, regardless of the surrounding situation.

The withered horamos will only kill the enemy within his field of vision and destroy the target in front of him. If he can't see you with his naked eye, he won't do it.

But the next moment, the sharp cry and wail through the walls of the block, resounding throughout the town, and as if never stop men, also stopped their own pace.

Because in front of him, there were several figures in gray and black robes.

"Priest Randall."

"You should wait for me in the cave of the target area. Your behavior doesn't conform to the plan," the man said in a calm, mechanical voice like steel rubbing against each other

"High priest horamos..."

The man in the gray and simple robe at the head knelt down on one knee and faced the man in front of him. Even if he was irritable, he did not dare to be presumptuous. The priest named Randall said in a clear and calm tone as much as possible: "there has been a change in the plan. That's why we came here."

As soon as he finished speaking, several black robed people came out of the houses by the road. The blades in their hands were covered with blood, which was supposed to be the blood of the survivors.

"It's a bit presumptuous, but your high priest, your habit is too easy to leave survivors." Randall nodded to the black robed men and asked them to go to other houses to see if there were any survivors. Then he said in an admonishing tone, "it's not good for our order..."

In the middle of the conversation, Randall's voice became smaller and smaller, and then he kept silent, because the man was using plain language, There was no emotion in his eyes.

"What happened to the plan." Heramos's voice echoed in the street, as cold as ice and snow: "detailed description, no need to omit."

"Yes, yes!" Randall didn't dare to neglect the high priest who was like a machine. Although he knew that the other side would never do anything to his companion, his instinctive fear could not be suppressed. The priest immediately began to describe the disadvantageous experiences of the plague order in the north, with emphasis on the loss of another priest in Moldavia."Priest Sina." Heramos closed his eyes. He felt for a moment, and then concluded, "she's isolated from the world, but she's not dead."

"Is it?" Randall felt a burst of joy when he heard the words. He knew that the man in front of him had this ability. Randall thought that his friend had already died in the hands of the count of Beidi or in Longkou, but he didn't expect that the other person was still alive, but that didn't change his mind. However, as soon as the gray priest was ready to speak, he immediately closed his mouth.

Shaking his head, the man with dark green hair turned his head and looked at the direction of the Western Moldavia collar, and said blandly, "I know your mind, priest Randall. You want me to revenge the power of seine priest, which is in line with the mission's teachings. I accept it."

"When the excavation is over, I will go to Moldavia to rescue the priest Sina, destroy its main city and kill its residents."

Heramos's tone was plain and straightforward, as if he was not talking about an evil massacre plan, but about going to work tomorrow and eating bread at night.

There was a swirl of light in his eyes: "but now, the excavation plan is the top priority."

"Yes

Randall's back was penetrated by cold sweat, but he was used to the ability of heramos to see through the heart. The gray priest stood up and said hesitantly: "but the high priest, the Lord of Moldavia, is Joshua the Dragon Slayer. He also has the strength of middle and even high rank, Are we going to be more accurate... "

But at this time, heramos has begun to move forward again. He didn't respond to Randall's words and didn't care.

But it's not arrogance, it's not indifference.

This is the job.

The roar of the snowstorm became clear and powerful again after the man left, and the screams and begging for mercy came one after another from Baiye town. The scattered heretics were thoroughly eliminating all the survivors.

Randall, who was left behind, was silent for a long time, until he disappeared in the snow, and then sighed.

"Maybe..." he said with a bitter smile, "he really doesn't care."