Chapter 412 King Solomon's Treasure

August sixteen ****.

On the west side of the Gondola Mountains, the Tasman Kingdom has launched serious discussions about this "unsuccessful" invasion. And the result is also obvious... Augustine, who was suppressed by the parliament before, finally regained the right to speak at this time.

"Although I have warned you...the plague formula has too many disadvantages and is not suitable for immediate action, but it is obviously inappropriate to say these now-the facts are already in front of us, we must face this failure and take the next step action."

In the silent hall, Augustine looked at the gloomy old guys in front of him, and sat calmly on the throne made of bones.

"Because of everyone's recklessness, the Karen Kingdom has no possibility of 'cooperating' with us, that is to say...my plan to paralyze them for decades has been destroyed by you."

He looked at the nobles in front of the throne who used to talk endlessly, but now they were silent, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, after you realize what you have done, do you have time to listen to my thoughts now?"

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While the Undead Empire was thinking about new countermeasures, on the grasslands north of Tasman, a galloping wolf cavalry troop was roaring past.

The torrential rain was pouring, and the thunder flashed. The leader of the cavalry team was the orc Rohar holding a warhammer. At the same time as a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, he shouted angrily, and led the troops with hundreds of people behind him to charge forward.

His team consisted of only twenty wolf cavalry, and the rest consisted of hundreds of infantry armed with crude weapons. These orcs had no formation at all, they ran forward desperately under the command of the chief, but because of the heavy rain, they couldn't even judge the exact location of the enemy.

The thunder above the head made the ground tremble, and the wolf cavalry who had already crossed the grass slope soon heard the sound of battle, and the infantry behind them followed closely, each and every one of them was ready to fight to the death--however, When they climbed the short slope, they found that the battle ahead...had already been decided.

What appeared in front of them was a phalanx of orc infantry with more than 300 people.

When Chief Rohar's team rushed into the formation, it was completely like moths jumping on a bonfire, and was drowned almost instantly...

Then, this iron-like army continued to move forward like a meat grinder, crushing all the orcs standing in front of them mercilessly.

Ten minutes later, the battle ended without any suspense.

The animal hide banner representing the "Hammer of Rohar" tribe fell to the ground,

The torrential rain mixed with blood seeped into the ground, watering this brutal and bloody battlefield.

The neat orc army began to integrate and move, and then stepped on the corpses of the "Hammer of Rohar" tribal warriors to move forward-they were like a cruel giant, crushing all resistance forces, and quickly devoured The resources and population of each clan...

"Zoro... you traitor!"

Rohar, who was covered in wounds, was supported by two soldiers, but looking at the leader of the army in front of him, he still couldn't help shouting.

"Traitor? You listened to slander and tried to kill me again and again. Do I have to obediently walk into the trap you arranged to be loyal?"

Facing his former chieftain, Sauron's eyes were full of disgust—since he returned to the orc kingdom, he had suffered a lot under Rohar's hands in the past six months, and the other party's increasingly arrogant attitude finally made him Unable to bear it, he chose to "stand on his own".

"We are wolves, we have sharp claws, we... are not sheep raised in captivity in the grassland!"

Sauron raised the chain hammer and smashed the opponent's chest with a wave of his hand—"And your stupidity can only get you so far."

"keep going."

In the rainstorm, Sauron stretched his upper body and looked towards the far east...there is the direction where he will attack one day.

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On August 18th, in the mountains and forests in the north of the Karen Kingdom, a battle broke out quietly.

Scores of woods were trembling, a large number of birds were startled, and a fire ignited without warning in the forest. The incandescent light and impact erupted at once, and was soon completely destroyed by a purple-black barrier. Shrouded and suppressed.

The battle lasted for nearly half an hour, and the two conflicting parties even fought all the way from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain. In the end, the sound of dragon chant rang out on the icy and snowy mountain, and the two giant dragons finally turned into their original appearances and started a bloody fight. Taking advantage of the scarcity of fire elements on the mountain, the dragons attacking with shadow elements Finally gaining the upper hand, he seized the opportunity to bite off the opponent's neck.

"Click it!"

The red dragon finally stopped struggling, and then its whole body began to burn - Melinthra let go of her mouth, took a few steps back, and turned into a human form in a purple light.

She panted heavily, then quickly stood up with her body supported, raised her hand and cast the "Shadow Curtain" to cover the flaming corpse, and then walked away...

Merlinsera's personality was not cold at first. When she was young, she liked to soak in her father's big library and read a lot of books. She also liked to visit famous mountains and beautiful scenery with her brothers and sisters. Experience the life of "mortals" in various countries...

As giant dragons, their noble origins have determined that they have more choices than ordinary people: powerful power, long lifespan, and extreme magical talent. As long as they want to do it, there are few things in this world that dragons cannot do. .

But for Melinsera, she no longer has the right to choose.

Escaping from a certain death situation, and killing three giant dragons while being hunted down... Such things can be called "miracles", but this kind of proud record is meaningless in her eyes.

The reality in front of me is too cruel, and the never-ending pursuit makes Melinsera feel that she is not as good as an ordinary farmer—at least the farmer can choose to farm or rest, but as a dragon, But he couldn't stop running away at all.

It may be a fluke to fight back once or twice, what if I can't fight next time?

The thin clothes were blown up by the cold wind, and Melinthra, who was walking in the ice and snow, stopped, her pale face showing undisguised tiredness.

"Next...where are you going?"

She raised her eyes slightly, standing on the top of the mountains, she didn't know who to ask - all the familiar relatives and friends had died, and the rest were basically enemies, and if there were exceptions... the only thing Merlinsera could think of was , is the human being encountered in the Silent Whispering Forest.

But he's just a mortal.

She sighed, and didn't take Roddy seriously, but seriously thought about the way she was going to go next.

Looking to the south, I am afraid that there is no place for her in the Karen Kingdom. Merlinsera thought for a while, and then turned her gaze to the north of the snow mountain—after the snowstorm and white fog, this icy frozen land What's on the soil?

Recalling the books she had read in her mind, Merlinsera suddenly remembered a name that had long since disappeared from the human world.

"Solomon...'King of Elements' Solomon."

His eyes suddenly locked on a certain area in the vast Northland, and Merlinsera frowned slightly: That place can indeed escape the enemy's pursuit, and there is even a legend that there is an "artifact" in it. If you can find it, maybe you can find it. Can really embark on the road of revenge...

But risks and opportunities coexist. Melinsera also remembers that the area that only exists in the book has been explored by many people since six or seven hundred years ago, but so far, no one has returned alive.

These materials were all she saw in her father's collection of books, so there was no doubt about their authenticity, but...should I make such a gamble?

This question did not make her hesitate for too long. When the shadow light curtain behind her disappeared, revealing the charred remains of the fire dragon, Melinthra had already understood her inner choice.

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"Solomon... I've never heard of that name."

In the light rain, the village chief Brody answered Rody's question, and then asked, "Are you referring to the Arcanist from the High Elf period?"

"He's not an arcanist."

Rody shook his head, "I also thought of asking after seeing the name. There may be some clues in Elson City. I'll look for it when I go back."

After finishing speaking, he picked up a white dragon tooth placed in front of the table and said, "Is it going well?"

"To be honest, it's a bit laborious. I specially asked Henry to bring a batch of knives to the village, but the consumption rate is still a bit fast..." He looked around and said in a low voice: "The dragon scales are too tough. It’s easy to say, the limbs and tail... are really difficult to handle.”

"As long as it doesn't work out."

Roddy chatted a few more words, and then got up to leave: "My team will leave in about a week, and may not come back until next year... Uh, I still want to remind you, you must remember the arrangements I just mentioned .”

"Store food, keep out the cold, I will never forget it, don't worry."

"That's good."

After leaving Brody's wooden villa, Rody returned to the wooden house where he lived in the light rain. When he opened the door, he saw that Akasha was studying magic, so he took off his coat by himself, and then came to the desk, Score a line on the parchment with a quill.

This represents one more thing to do before leaving.

Originally, going to "Deathrattle Canyon" was just a mission of "receiving rewards", and he could even complete it by himself. However, after careful consideration, Roddy gradually expanded the itinerary on paper, expanding the number of the team to a hundred people.

He glanced at the parchment, confirmed several goals of the trip, and said in a low voice: "King Solomon's treasure...the place that hasn't been touched for seven or eight hundred years should be the same as in memory."

"This is also the first time to run a large-scale dungeon..." ()