Chapter 182

In the morning, before the sun rose and the distant sky just turned white, Rogers was awakened by the noisy sparrow. The campfire has been extinguished, and the pale embers are emitting light blue smoke. Some people are still curled up on sheepskin blankets to sleep, and some have disappeared. Rogers stretched out, moved his muscles and bones, carefully walked through the crowd on the ground and went straight to the stream. On the way, he also smiled pleasantly at his companion on duty, and the companion nodded faintly.

He picked up a handful of cool stream water, washed his face happily, and drank a few mouthfuls. When the stream level returned, Rogers saw a young face, which was himself.

Everything else was strange to Rogers except himself. Six days ago, Rogers joined the mercenaries. After the mountain people killed Moore, they fled and were unlikely to track the mercenaries with the Lord's knights. But in order to avoid unnecessary fighting, the Warhammer mercenary regiment left the area quickly, only to find that the road was wrong.

The hammer stood high and looked at a vast forest. Looking at the map in his hand, it should be a mountain forest. He scolded: "they all say that Barol is a smart man, and the map he spent a lot of money on is a fake! What the hell is this?"

"The road ahead is wrong. According to the mark on the map, the Lord near the stronghold is not Baron Murphy at all. Now, we can't turn back. Who knows if the Baron has chased us?"

Fermi took the map and looked carefully. Kidd looked at the dense forest below and said, "such a large forest should be the dark forest of Gambis. The question now is, are we in the corner of the dark forest?"

Dark forest is the largest forest in the kingdom of Gambis, with a size of 22000 square kilometers. It is deep and unpredictable. There are many monsters, and few humans have set foot. It is said that a knight once led an army of more than 100 people into the dark forest to explore resources, but no one ran out. Since then, the dark forest has become a forbidden area for ordinary people. The mercenary regiment only knows that there may be a dark forest below, but it doesn't know that this is the corner of the forest. Without a map, how to go back has become a difficult problem.

After a long time, the three men had no clue. The hammer said impatiently, "forget it, go to breakfast first, and then ask those rookies."

The people in the camp have got up. They roll up the sheepskin blanket and tie it up. They can go on the road at any time. The free civil and commercial traders command the novice mercenaries to spread out the leather goods and herbs one by one and receive the sunlight. Seeing three leaders coming, several clever mountain folk teenagers quickly swept away the remaining ash of the campfire and dug out many simmered sweet potatoes from the ground. They were buried under the fire when the fire was lit last night. At this time, the sweet potatoes taken out are still hot, fragrant and appetizing.

After a hasty breakfast, the hammer called Rogers.

"Little big man, do you know that the aristocrat's territory is around?"

Rogers is tall and strong, like an adult man, but he is only a 15-year-old mountain boy and knows nothing about the outside world. Even Baron Murphy has just heard about it recently. Rogers kept shaking his head, the hammer sighed, and Kidd went to fat wedge to ask about the situation.

"Boss wedge, do you know that Baron Murphy's neighbor is the Lord?"

"Where can I know? This is my second trip." Fat wedge was busy drying the red tendon grass without raising his head, and dodge, who was drying the antelope cowhide, said, "even now, I don't know how many lords we passed by."

"These are ignorant guys!" Fermi snorted angrily.

Put the last red tendon grass away, and wedge clapped his hands with satisfaction. He looked up and saw three sad mercenary commanders, and his heart "clattered" for a while.

"Commander hammer, can't you be lost?"

Hearing this, several vendors immediately gathered around, and the hammer had to tell them the situation.

"Now, we can't turn back or directly enter the territory of other lords. We have to find a remote place to go back."

Vicky was in a hurry and shouted: "Go back? Why do you want to go back? It's agreed to go to Neville kingdom. We still have a lot of things to change. How can we go back? Listen to me, commander hammer, we have changed 64 amber in total. Each amber is worth more than 10 gold sols, and there are three yellow striped amber, which can sell at least 300 gold sols. These treasures are exchanged with 150 pounds of salt and 5000 arrows. The cost is high It's less than a fraction of the profit. I heard that Neville amber is of better quality and has gone so far. Why should I go and have a look? "

"I didn't say I would go back, but I don't have a map and don't know the way. How can I get to Neville?" Said the hammer dully.

"Then find a town and ask someone. It's best to buy a map." As soon as dodge finished, another free merchant jumped up and objected, "with so many valuable things, there's no way here, and they won't be robbed? The Lord won't do such dirty things. It's hard for others to say!"

Weiqi stood up and said, "I must go to the town. There is not much salt and there is no linen. Some mountain goods also need to be sold quickly. The leather goods of mountain people are not handled well, especially those antelope cowhide, which are very delicate. If they don't ship, they will rot in their hands, animal horns take up a lot of space and have to be sold, and those honey will be finished if they fall!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes! We must find a town to ship. These antelope hides are used to make armor lining for the knight. They pay special attention to the appearance. The price of defective leather and perfect leather can be ten times worse! If you don't find a cobbler to deal with them, they will be worthless!" Free traders specializing in leather goods echoed.

"What if you get robbed? You don't lose your money!"

Vendors are silent, doing business in unfamiliar places, it is inevitable to be exploited by local snakes, but if they are watched, it will be a loss of both human and financial resources.

"We won't enter the town! There are rules for mercenaries to enter villages and towns. They have to pay according to the head. All things have to be checked and can only be settled in the designated place. Otherwise, according to the theory of bandits. We are all free people without background, and no one can guarantee anything." The hammer said firmly.

The businessmen showed dismay one after another, but Kidd said quietly: "The mercenary regiment doesn't enter the town. We set up camp in the field, but we can send some people to accompany you in. As long as you don't wear armor, crossbow and spear, it's no problem. We'll take care of those valuable goods. You can buy supplies and sell goods. We're responsible for the security outside the town. It's up to you inside the town. How about you?"

"That's great!" Wedge said happily that as long as he managed up and down, no one would rob in the town. Although the price would inevitably be reduced, at least the mountain people's business could continue.

"Remind you, go to the church, pray and donate some money. The father will not let everyone have an accident." Fermi smiled.

"But where is the town?" Asked dodge.

"It's up to us to find the town." The hammer looked up at the dust Falcon on on the treetop.

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The night fell low, the mountain wind called, the twisted branches of trees danced disorderly, and the shadows on the ground moved with them. The ghost shadow was abundant, and the gloomy valley looked particularly terrible.

An owl more than half a person tall flapped its wings and landed on a dwarf tree. Its green eyes looked around in the dim moonlight, as if looking for something.

"Here you are."

The shadow of the dwarf tree rippled like water waves and filled with fog, and finally returned to calm. The big owl closed one eye, and the other eye became particularly bright. It stared at the shadow under the tree, but a smile came from the shadow: "don't waste your time, my body is not here."

The big owl made a long roar and gradually turned into a hoarse and ugly voice: "ghost, why call me? What can't those mortals be summoned?"

"Recently, my men have been stared at. I have to go there myself." The shadow fluctuated, and the voice continued to spread: "don't worry, there is no one here. No one will know that there are two wizards at the party, and what's more, we're not here."

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly. There's always a risk in using witchcraft." The big owl turns its ears, listens to everything within a 500 meter radius, and is ready to fly away at any time.

"I want to make a deal with your Shadow Council against a little aristocrat." Said the ghost.

"Impossible! Killing nobles with witchcraft will inevitably lead to the pursuit of the church. The Pope's great prophecy is not for fun!" The big owl refused decisively.

"Two newcomers!"

"What?"

"Haven't you Shadow Council been recruiting Wizards? I found two newly awakened wizards who have been hidden by my people. Promise me, they are yours!" Whispered the ghost.

"Tell me more about your plan. If it's feasible, we can consider it." Said the big owl.

"Hey, I know you have a way to fight against the great prophecy. In fact, this plan does not pose any risk to you. I want to ask the demagogue of your Shadow Council to influence the judgment of a noble lady, let the phantom deceive a Silver Knight, and finally ask the soul breaker to assassinate a little noble." The ghost smiled low and continued: "the broken soul's hand is a natural death and will not attract the attention of the church. The ability of the demagogue is ethereal and traceless. Although he can't affect the knight, the lady is just a trainee knight. As for the phantom, she doesn't need to meet the Silver Knight. Just deceive his men and send a letter."

The big owl was silent for a moment and said, "the broken soul is dead, and the demagogue has caused great trouble. I'm afraid he can't help you."

"Are you prevaricating me? That's the end of our cooperation!"

The shadow surged like a raging tide, and the old friend was angry. The big owl explained: "Although the ability of soul shattering is strange, it is also dangerous, and it is likely to be backfired. More than a year ago, the fire crow, the guide of soul shattering and demagogue, heard a whisper and didn't know what madness he had. He even regarded the Whisperer as the king of shadows we fabricated. He sent soul shattering to assassinate an elf blood aristocrat, but soul shattering had an accident. The fire crow refused to stop and sent demagogue The perplexer influenced the eldest son of a great aristocrat and continued to hunt elves and blood aristocrats. The worst thing is that the fire crow was found by a paladin. Fortunately, he annihilated his soul, which didn't expose our Shadow Council. "

The ghost has been silent for a long time. Few wizards can hear strange sounds. The owner of the sound is called a Whisperer by wizards and a devil by the church. Wizards without guides will be influenced by whisperers, do many extraordinary things, and then be purified by the church. And those wizards who have guides will be told not to care about the whispers they hear, and the whisperers will soon disappear. As the guide of the Shadow Council, the fire crow is really a fool to be controlled by the Whisperer.

"Even if the broken soul is dead, what did the demagogue do? I have to use him in my plan." The ghost asked relentlessly.

"We guess that the Whisperer who influenced the fire crow longed for the spirit blood sacrifice. The fire crow hunted the noble of the spirit blood to please him. After the soul breaker was eaten back, the fire crow came up with a good way. Raymond Peter, the eldest son of Duke Peter of Borui Kingdom, was also a moon spirit blood, but he was unwilling to be a mortal. The fire crow learned that Raymond was collecting the battle skill scroll of sword Saint Draven, so, The fire crow let the demagogue influence Raymond's housekeeper and made Raymond believe that if he killed all the Elven blood aristocrats, he could awaken the blood of the sword Saint delavin. Afterwards, we found the demagogue, but the assassination of the Elven blood aristocrats has begun. So far, three aristocrats have been assassinated. "

"You are too cautious. Raymond Peter is the perfect scapegoat. Let the demagogue do it once. You don't need to directly affect the noble lady, just her confidant maid. Help me, you can get two new members. If I find a new wizard again, I will still recommend it to you." Said the ghost.

"Ghost, as long as you join our Shadow Council, your problem can be solved." Advised the big owl.

"You want all wizards to be aristocrats, but I'm already an aristocrat. Why join you? I'm not so noble to dedicate myself to other wizards! I don't think you can succeed! Isn't this kind of cooperation very good?" The ghost refused without thinking.

"Although you are an aristocrat, you can only hide in the dark and work for the great aristocrat. Do you dare to expose your identity? The speaker's strength is beyond your imagination, and he has been inherited by the chosen one. In the speaker's view, the master of the church is just a powerful Whisperer, and the clergy is also a wizard. Our Shadow Council is different from the Pantheon that only wants revenge, as long as we abandon listening Listen to the whisper, you can coexist with the church. The orcs in the north are ready to move. When the Centaurs level the Sassanian Empire, the human kingdom will need our strength. We God elect will become nobles like knights and be worshipped by mortals, rather than hiding in the dark and afraid to go out of the atmosphere. " Said the big owl enthusiastically.

The branches swayed, but the shadow no longer swayed. The ghost said, "it's a great ideal. I've been helping you, haven't I? Now it's your turn to help me. Only in this way can we continue our cooperation."

"Well, who is your goal? I need to discuss it with other members." The big owl no longer persuades ghosts to join the organization.

"Viscount Victor Wimbledon Randall. What a coincidence, he is also an elf blood aristocrat. You must hurry up. If he is assassinated by Raymond's men, the plan will be meaningless."