Act 160 Tablets of War: Dragon Skin VI

The Huiming Bell Tower is located high in Fatan City. The architecture of the Twelfth Dynasty of the Empire is full of religious solemnity unique to that era. Looking out from the narrow window on one side of the clock tower, you can see the seaside of Fax. The scenery, the emerald blue sea level is level with the sky, and the long promontory and lighthouse are deep into the sea. Jutta chose this place for her temporary office because it overlooks the city and its surroundings, but Medisa always feels that she prefers the sense of security that the narrow space here brings her. It is said that she worked in Fir Ling The room is such a small room, it looks like a fortress from the outside.

There are many inconveniences in working in such a place, but Medisa has always been submissive and agreed. Ernie, the daughter of the Duke of Viero, complained a little, but she did not object. At this moment, the sun was rising, and thin light poured into the room. The long shadow extended along the corner of the table, making the decorative crystal on the table dazzling. Medissa frowned slightly and reached out to move it aside. The crystal was slightly transparent in the sunlight. A faint shadow of burnt yellow was cast on the pile of sheepskins on the table.

This is a letter filled with cipher text. This ancient language has been passed down from generation to generation by the Silver Elves. It is currently taught by Medissa and is only used in the White Lion Guard.

Oni Viero and Marjorie stood behind, waiting for the elf princess to read the letter. After a moment, Medissa sighed and put down the letter. The sunlight made a silhouette for her, on her side. , Longyan wooden window lattice serves as the picture frame of the harbor scene, containing it, but Fatan has long been closed to the harbor, and the waves in the bay are as flat as a mirror. "What's wrong, Miss Medissa?" After a while, O'Neill asked. She thought that according to the usual beginning, Medissa would always speak, but this time the elf princess fell into an uncomfortable silence.

Medissa put down the letter and shook her head. "There is no news, and the White Army is still standing still. I asked the scouts to approach in the direction of Levia Valley and Golden Needle Forest, but the other side is still silent. This silence makes me uneasy."

"Where are the mountain people?" In the corner of the room, Delphine was sitting on a wheelchair. The place where she was was completely dark, leaving only one calm eye emitting light in the darkness. Ms. Silver Dragon stood behind her. Ever since Mysriel rescued the little human girl, he has become more and more appreciative of her intelligence and often stays by her side in the name of observing patients. Delphine was probably grateful for the former's life-saving grace and did not object.

"This is what I'm worried about." Medissa folded the paper gently and handed it to the two people behind her. Then it was passed to Mythril by Oni and Marjorie, and finally it fell into Delphine's hands. superior. The prime minister's daughter held the sheepskin with her thumb and forefinger without saying a word. The scars on her face seemed to be carved with a knife, with clear light and dark, and words like golden threads appeared on the paper:

There was no unusual movement among the mountain people——

"The White Army, the mountain people of Wallachia, these are the troops that Constance can use in the Metz area. Now they are standing still. Why is this weird?" The Duke's daughter's brows were full of trouble. Just like her complaining tone.

"Is Her Majesty the Queen still planning to target Ludwig first?" Marjorie asked tentatively.

"That's impossible," Delphine interrupted firmly. Her eyes fell on the light sheepskin page again. Silently hesitating, he added, "Maybe I'm waiting for the opportunity."

"What time are you waiting for?" Ooni asked.

"It's possible," Medissa rubbed her forehead, thought for a while, and explained: "I also think Miss Delphine's guess is right. The eldest son of the emperor is in Port Fatan. If he doesn't die, he will become The remaining pillars of faith of the northern nobles in the temple defeated Fatan, and the dilemma in the north was solved. Duke Weiner wrote many times asking us to go to the Prancing Pony City in the Favor Forest. It was also because of this. Constance would not fail to see it. At this point, the lord is unwilling to move, and also wants to open a battlefield in Fatan——"

"But Fatan is not a good battlefield. Although there are long and narrow mountain roads in the east, there are flat and open terrain in the northwest. The hills are also good for hiding troops, making it easy to attack but difficult to defend." Marjorie was quite opposed to this plan. , this is not the first time he has raised questions.

Delphine was quite disdainful. "The Lord has already arranged a plan. What we have to do is how to best implement this plan, rather than discussing whether the plan is feasible." She sneered: "I have limited time. I am here to hear what Miss Medisa has to say. Constructive thoughts, as for others, please keep your mouth shut."

Marjorie's face was rather ugly, but she was unwilling to argue with a woman. She gave the ugly creature a cold look and said nothing. Delphine's words angered Oni, who was standing beside her. The eldest daughter of the duke sneered, "This lord's voice is really catchy."

Metisha was a little helpless when she saw that the prime minister's daughter showed her true nature. "Okay, stop arguing," she gently interrupted Delphine's next words, knowing full well that if the woman continued to speak venomously, the situation would get out of hand, just like the previous few times, "Back to the topic, what are you still saying? Any other ideas?"

When Delphine saw Medisa speaking, she stopped fighting back, but she also stopped speaking easily. The silver dragon lady Mysril behind her suddenly asked: "Are they waiting for the Evergreen Walkway? army?"

Jorgendigon's army and the lion-men.

Except for Delphine, everyone's eyes lit up slightly, but the light in Medisa's eyes quickly dimmed. She shook her head and said: "The armies of the dukes are also gathering, and now every second counts for Constance - if she doesn't want to drag this civil war on for several years. The Lord also thinks so, he knows that woman There is no way she will wait for several years, she will definitely seize this opportunity, how can she wait for Jogendigon's army and the lion men to arrive on the battlefield?"

"She must have another agenda," Delphine replied with certainty: "That's why we can be confident. We have to find a way to make that woman show her tail."

"What good idea do you have?" O'Ni said in an argument.

The Prime Minister's daughter's eyes glowed like a female leopard showing her teeth and claws while hunting. "It's very simple. The commander-in-chief of Constance is standing still, which means that the best time for them has not yet come. We should not give them this opportunity, let this time never come - we take the initiative to attack Oweixin, The valley of Rivia and the forest of needles.”

"You're crazy!" The Duke's daughter was startled.

Marjorie was also startled, but the professional noncommissioned officer quickly reacted. Showing a thoughtful look.

Medisa was slightly startled, then she gently tapped the tip of her chin, which was as smooth as jade. "This plan seems to have certain feasibility," she said after considering, "As long as the details are slightly modified..."

Ouni saw that these three people seemed to be serious. She was not good at military affairs, so she couldn't help but hesitate and said: "Do I need to inform the earl?"

"Of course." At this moment, the Elf Princess was the commander of the Imperial Guards who commanded thousands of troops. She immediately made the decision: "You also need to inform Yuta. Without her warrant, you cannot mobilize the White Lion Guards." She seemed to have discovered just now. Someone was missing, so I couldn't help but ask: "By the way, where is Ms. Juta?"

"...She seems to have gone on patrol herself because she was worried that the intelligence was wrong."

Medissa smiled bitterly and shook her head. "This lady..."

…

The Golden Needle Valley is like a sea of ​​shade and gray. The tall silver trees are like soldiers in gray uniforms, with their snow-white trunks standing upright. The branches twist and climb, and after midsummer, the mood of autumn has arrived in the forest, and the ground is covered with a thick layer of gray fallen leaves. Several knights rode up to an ancient tree. They were all fully clothed and armed, with a white lion with shining fur on the shoulder armor. The leading female knight lifted up her mask, and her fiery red hair flowed down from under the metal visor. Revealing a coveted and charming face, she glanced at the tree trunks with her emerald eyes, raised her spear and pointed at one of them and asked, "What is this?"

Where the tip of her spear pointed, the tree trunk was criss-crossed with sharp weapon carvings, weirdly winding, as if it was squirming and resurrected. Unpleasant.

"This is a secret message left by the mountain people, sir," one of the knights glanced at the tree and replied angrily: "The remnants of Wallach have used this set of secret messages to convey messages for thousands of years. Only they can Know what it means."

Jutta raised his eyes and looked around. The silence in the forest was like a ghost. The cold wind swept through the treetops, and then whispers echoed through the forest. She was not afraid, and she raised her spear and drew a circle around her body: "This used to be the territory of the mountain people?"

"Here, as well as the north of the Golden Needle Forest, including the Levia Valley." The knight replied respectfully: "The mountain people have been hiding here for thousands of years. It is precisely because they are in the north that the White Army dares to do that. There are unbridled troops stationed in a dead place like Ovehin surrounded by valleys on three sides, but with this forest, Ovehin is the most important strategic location in the south of Khomehin."

"Then where are they now?"

The knight was stuck. "This..." he hesitated: "Some people saw them going to the north. Local hunters said that as early as a week ago, the mountain people here began to migrate in large numbers. Now this forest is empty."

Yuta turned around, his emerald green eyes flashing with dissatisfaction with this answer. "Why do they want to go to the north?" she asked rhetorically: "The mountains of Wallach are the hometown that the mountain people dream about. Why did they leave this land after getting it? Mel, you are also a mountain. People, will you leave your homeland? I know the mountain people very well, because the blood of the mountain people also flows in my body, and they will never leave their hometown easily."

She frowned uneasily: "There must be some conspiracy hidden here. The key is, where did they go?"

The knight muttered softly: "...They went on a pilgrimage, and Rachid appeared in Warnd again."

'Rach' is the saint of the mountain people. The mountain people have passed down legends about him from generation to generation. It is said that he brought the mountain people out of trouble from the minions of the evil god Tadisian in today's Warraca. The mountains in Wallach area The howling wind still carries his name, and occasionally the woods whisper legends about this past. Wallach means the hometown of the saint in the language of the mountain people, so it is regarded as a sacred land by the mountain people.

Juta spat lightly. "That pretentious woman," she was talking about Constance, her words full of disdain. "When did the Dragon of Darkness become the saint of the mountain people? Although the Min'er people once ruled the mountain people for a period of time, their lives at that time were no better than they are now."

The knight shook his head: "I'm not sure about this, my lord." He looked ahead and saw the overlapping shadows of the trees, which was unsettling. He hesitated: "Do you want to continue moving forward?"

The female knight raised a finger, and the bloodless whiteness suddenly hit her face. "Shh-" Yuta replied solemnly: "Did you hear anything?"

The forest was whispering, and the rustling of footsteps was like the crawling of insects on the ground.

…

Bai's words finally had a miraculous effect.

There was a moment of silence in the underground rotunda. A beam of light shone down from the dome. Bright spots of light danced. Dust floated up and down. Light and dark intertwined. The undead soul of Lorison was shaped like a stone statue. Only the fire of the soul was burning brightly in the cavity of his ribs. . A stone rolled down from the broken pillar, making a silent echo. Gululu rolled to Bai Jia's feet. The female knight bent down and picked it up.

Brando then turned around. He looked down at Bai, his dark brown eyes narrowed deeply. "Before negotiating terms, take out the things first."

Bai's complexion changed. "what?"

"You know."

Bai changed his expression several times, and finally nodded hesitantly. "Take it!" She took out an agate-like gemstone from her arms and threw it to Brando. Brando reached out and caught it firmly in his hand. His hand was cold, but there was something inside. Warm feeling. There is no doubt that this gem is the extremely precious thing from the previous life - the rule fragment.

"You know the truth," Brando replied, "You can tell me now."

"What do you want to hear?"

"all."

"But the key is the deal between Her Majesty the Queen and that person——"

Bai's face gradually darkened. "If I tell you everything, what trump cards do I have? Human beings, this is not the way to negotiate a deal."

Brando smiled. If he was not familiar with this woman, he might have been fooled. He shook his head and said indifferently: "If you really think so, Ms. Tiamas," after speaking, he lengthened his voice: "Mr. Crotter——"

"That's enough -" Bai almost roared. The deceased had long since lost the power to breathe, but her chest rose and fell sharply, as if she recalled her instincts during her lifetime in anger: "The key to the deal lies in your hands."

Brando glanced at the rule fragments in his hand. "In my hands? Of course I know it's in my hands, but what benefit can Constance get from it?" He said in surprise: "I don't think the Silver Queen is a philanthropist who only wants to give without asking for anything in return. "

"You asked the wrong question," Bai sneered: "You should ask, what benefits can Madara get from it."

Brando spread his hands, and the agate-shaped diamond sparkled in the center of his palm, shining softly, making his cheeks pale. But he immediately took back his hand and frowned, realizing that the problem might not be that simple. "What exactly does this sentence mean?" he asked: "Stop being so pretentious, you should know that my patience is limited."

"There are several places in the White Mountains where the sun never rises again. A new order is created there, and the undead can be strengthened to the greatest extent on that land."

"Land of the Dead Moon." A voice buzzed in Brando's head, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

…

(PS: It’s a little late because I was imagining the subsequent plot, so don’t worry.) (To be continued...)

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