Black Scepter Chapter 25: Icefield wolf

>Compared to the "Hegel? Grass" East Balice household name, the lords of Balice are more accustomed to calling it the "silent lamb".

He is the only alien descendant with the blood of the northern icefield wolf flowing in the bones of the entire Balice aristocracy, and the number one lord of the entire empire known as the first comprehensive strength.

Eastern and western Balice seem to be irrelevant to each other, but the Royal Buttigia only checks and balances with all the lords of the entire East Balice with the power of a royal capital, and even the entire country can steadily move towards In the past development, the control and composition of such a chaotic situation must have been carefully planned by a politician who had no place in the mainland, and Hegel was one of the most important pieces.

As the strongest in the lord system, her relationship with the royal family is naturally sharper and more subtle than that of her other lords.

The blood of the Glass family can be traced back to the ice and snow wilderness in the extreme north, where there is no grass, no wind and snow, and only the most tough and cruel species can survive.

As the Shangwu family who once fought against the barbarians of the border and used the wolf head as their emblem, in a sense, this family, which is not in the country of Balice, has a more pure lineage than all other Balice nobles. The alliance paid an unimaginable price to fight against the barbarians, and the blood of the nobility that survived after that war continues to very few today.

As a representative of the icefield wolf totem, Hegel Glass, like his fathers, struggled like a wolf in this rich land, cruel, cold-blooded, and robbed of all predatory benefits.

The strongest lord?

Although the Grass family is not a hero who is proud of the world, it will not give up its efforts to confront and siege the Beastmaster.

Expansion, plunder, in the eyes of this high-ranking knight with black armor, Sisyrin City has become the next fat after his lord fell down-the joint attack of the previous five lords seems to be It is a temporary alliance intention. In fact, even Morpheus will not think that this is Hegel's "command" to those lords.

He asked the five lords near Lampard’s territory to attack Lampard’s territory-in that case the five little lords who were forced by Hegel’s power would naturally dare not say half of “no” Words, pull the army and rushed to Lampard, then was shaved by Morpheus and his elite knights.

Survey enemy situation?

For Hegel, the group of cannon fodder lords was enough to let the behind-the-scenes hand that killed Garde show his full strength. From the beginning to the end Hegel did not spend a soldier and a soldier, but directly sent Lan All the forces that can be counted in Pader's territory have made a clear inquiry, and this time he is well prepared, he is not here to fight for a long battle.

Three thousand Barrycheer cavalry with all-metal armor, five thousand long archers and the same number of infantry, and more than two thousand logistics engineers. Such a generous effort is obviously ready to eat Lampard in one bite. This entrenched in the fat territory on the border of Balice.

The mighty team started from the Garcia territory where the Hegelian lord is located. During the passage of the four territories, none of the counts or viscounts dared to block them. They all put in countless food and horses in their hands. I sincerely wish this lord the siege to go smoothly.

For this reason, the silent lord accepted without any response, as if it should be.

His figure has the inherent characteristics of the northern people-huge.

The height of more than one meter nine makes Hegel look at the lean aristocrats with an average height of one meter seven or so when he looks at Balice, and his eyes are as if they are looking at a mouse so that the other party is chilling.

After more than seventeen days of trekking, this lord has led his huge army to the last hillside outside Lampard’s territory overlooking the border village, with a huge camp of more than 15,000 people. When stationed, the flat area under the entire hillside was paved, which was spectacular.

The black cloak has a wolf head pattern. Lord Hegel, who is over 45 years old, has a thick beard, a pair of brown pupils always squinting slightly, the forehead is wide, the eye socket is deep, the nose bridge is high, the body is strong and full Explosive power, all appearance characteristics are indicative that the bloodline of this lord belongs to the non-Baliche empire known for its shrewdness and elegance, and it is this great knight at the peak of life, but it is Varian Consanas The "boy" in the mouth.

No one knows that this rugged man who can no longer be rugged is proficient in the three languages ​​of Gilman, Ingeway and Fording. Unlike Gard, who only knows about killing, he reads a lot of books and Copywriting enriches their knowledge reserves, "cruel" and "cunning", cruelty is far from the difficulty of cunning.

At this time, Enron was in the camp of the Central Commander, frowning and reading a letter from the "Creed". He felt very puzzled and puzzled about the news obtained through high compensation.

"Ω level?"

Obviously, the information provided by the creed was somewhat unexpected—although he was cautious by nature, Hegel did not want to spend too much time pulling his army to the destination, but because of an inexplicable message. Do nothing and go home.

A soldier announced the news outside the camp and asked him to gently drop the letter.

The answer after scouting is very strange. The Lampard territory seems to have no signs of preparing for a battle.

"Tomorrow will attack."

The lord thought for a long time, and finally gave the order, but the letter was gently folded by him and put into his arms, and then added: "The main force stayed behind and opened the road with the temporarily recruited soldiers."

There is no need for a staff member to plan and plan next to this lord. There is no deputy commander who formulates strategic policies. From start to finish, from strategy to tactics, he is the one who formulates the military ghost. In the past two decades, Balice has lost nothing, and Hegel has proved everything with his resume.

Alantis, underground, second-tier world.

According to legend, elves have a nearly unlimited life span. As long as they do not suffer from diseases or accidents, normally dead elves seem to never appear in history, but the important reason why elves have withdrawn from the mainland stage for so many years is endless war It seemed like a conspiracy. The elves with a large population had consumed a terrible population in the war against the barbarian against the human alliance. Now the rest are driven to the barren and cold north, and they die by themselves.

How old are the longest-lived elves? Morpheus hadn’t thought about this, and he didn’t even ask about the age of Irindal, but it must be ten times or eight times larger than her appearance at the age of twenty-five or so. , Morpheus really does not know how to estimate his age.

This is an unusually old male night elf, sitting in the middle of the tree house, not looking closely, as if there is an old tree root, brown plain animal skin clothes, well-cut, but cheeks The slackness of the old so that unimaginable folds told Morpheus that even among the elves, he was one of the few seniors.

The elder's eyelids seemed to be drooping, and he lifted it slightly until Morpheus walked in front of him, and his silver eyes, which could not see the pupil, flickered slightly.

Sunderland stepped forward to start talking to the elder, but he had a lot of narratives and few answers from the other party. This night elf is obviously a mature old man, but still has a slightly sharp and slight The voice was not muddled. After a few correct answers, he stopped speaking. Sunderland's face became more serious, and finally he bowed to a master's salute before retiring politely.

"What's the situation?"

"It's a little complicated." Sunderland frowned very tightly.

The two walked out of the tree house. The night elves outside the house changed their attitude quickly and took the initiative to lead a group of people to a tree shed in the village where they could take a temporary rest.

"Night elves are not willing to be hostile to us, and I also expressed my friendliness, indicating that most of the food we bring to these elves, because their food reserves are never enough, so there are so many going out to hunt Elves looking for food."

"The threats of the Brest blood clan can make this group of elves take risks. What are they facing every day in the second world?"

As soon as the Morpheus’s question was asked, a thunderous sound came suddenly — similar to what was experienced on the first-floor city street, but this time the sound seemed to become clearer, and the vibration made the nearby forest Numerous trees suddenly began to shake, the sound of the friction of the leaves sounded together, the dim light above the head originally flashed slowly like breathing, but at this moment suddenly dark, like a piece of candles that were extinguished.

In ten seconds, the earthquake is over.

Morpheus looked around. Many children of the night elves were looking at this team from the surface with curiosity, but they were all caught behind by the adult elves and could not be approached. For the sudden earthquake, they were even a little bit. The surprised expression did not appear, it seems to have been used to it.

Sunderland’s wand gently lifted, and then seemed to remember something, then immediately lowered it, and commanded the surroundings: "Light control."

Several mages who wanted to use magic wand lighting immediately stopped.

Morpheus nodded — although he was in the night elf village, it did not mean that he was really safe here. He walked towards the humble wicker chair under the tree shed. The remaining afterglow allowed him to vaguely see the forest in the distance Something is shining, and after sitting down with the big Archmage, Morpheus continued: "This elder's attitude?"

"It's impossible to say, he doesn't seem to care about our appearance. The conditions or requests I made were easily accepted by him, and he didn't intend to talk too much," Sunderland replied very carefully. He said, "In exchange for the food that the night elves are short of, they all seem to be too smooth. I don’t know if it’s their nature or other plots."

"Other clues?"

"Regarding the scepter of Yizuer or Sulfuras, he said that he did not know, but he would provide the addresses of six nearby villages for our inquiry."

Morpheus raised his eyebrows-there are other villages? Well, it proves that the night elves are not just the ones they see in front of them, but he feels that he seems to have broken into an area where the original relationship maintains a delicate balance at the moment, and if any actions are taken rashly, it is easy to break the original balance .

For example, now, he can decide to help the elves against the Brest blood, but he can also use force to conquer these elves, and then go to pack up the bats, but this is currently meaningless, only Cause yourself more and more trouble.

A so-called "savior" will not appear in this world at any time, and people who have to be involved in anything will often die miserably.

"The elder is probably much older than the history of Fording and Ballice. The spirit of the elves is always different from that of human beings. Differences in the world view of values ​​may cause us to misunderstand something." Sunderland also seems to feel that the team has entered a knot, and the seemingly open road now has few reliable options.

During the talk, the darkened dome above the head gradually regained its light. The night elves around were busy with each other. At first the curious elf children gradually dispersed, but occasionally a few hiding behind the tree The guy was still looking curiously, the silver eyes flashed a little light, making Morpheus not very comfortable.

"Go to the food distribution according to the requirements first, and then randomly ask about the nearby villages," Morpheus made a decision, and stood up to the team behind him: "Don't act alone, pay attention to light control, take turns to rest."

No matter how good the team is, even if the physical strength is good, mental fatigue is still inevitable, but no one knows that the most tired in the whole team is actually Morpheus himself-it looks normal but he is already supporting at the moment, in order to Against the increasing noise in his mind, his eyes were even bloodshot, and after giving the order, he found a place to lay down without a word.

Almost immediately after closing your eyes and relaxing your body, Morpheus immediately fell into a deep sleep.

In the distance, Sunderland looked at the Morpheus's almost sleepy figure with a staff and frowned secretly, waving a covertly to release a 27th-level "energy scout", only the slight magic fluctuations he could experience. The air condensed in front of Morpheus, but was suddenly repelled at the next moment!

"Om!"

With a soft sound, the vigilant family magician and sword master turned back collectively.

And Sunderland in their field of vision is making a "murmur" gesture, but the wand is pointing at the flashing "sky" above the head-several magicians nodded knowingly, thinking they understood. Sunderland's meaning, they continue to busy themselves~IndoMTL.com~ In their view, the big Archmage Sunderland is sensing the state of the energy element above the head. The buzzing is a unique voice when the elements are unified to change their form. No one doubts this.

Slightly wiped away the cold sweat Sunderland, hiding the horror of the moment just deep.

"Exclusion of elements", which is really impossible for an i-level big Archmage who has studied "element" for decades, because this is only between magicians who differ by more than three levels. There will be scenes, but at this moment, Sunderland as the big Archmage is completely rejected by the most concealed "energy detection technique" in the unconscious sleep of a low-level magician who is lower than his sixth level!

Sunderland couldn't help but feel a trace of fear-this was an instinctive awe of the mighty power.

No one will understand that this strong man did not dare to use Morpheus to crook his brain a little bit, not because he could provide a clue to Yizuer or Sulfuras scepter, nor was it the representative Knights of the Round Table that was worn around his waist The short sword, but the servant contract he had inadvertently exposed in front of Sunderland.

The knowledgeable Sunderland naturally knows what kind of contract can be so shockingly imprinted.