Act 85 The Story of Turbulence and Fish (7)

Brando's eyes fell silently on the quiet valley below, concentrating without leaving.

When the Tree Shepherd inevitably brings his plans to bear on his group, he is also looking for a way out of the situation. ‘Maned Wolf’ Macaro laid out his suspicions and successfully deceived him, the tree shepherds, and even the players who had played this plot in the past, and cleverly sent Duke Luen’s only heir out of danger.

The cunning fox has a better chess, but after mastering enough information, the young man is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He stopped and tapped his chin with his knuckles. He was confident that his wisdom came from the accumulation of previous players, and the wisdom of a group of people was always better than that of one person.

The water is muddy, but the fish may not necessarily follow the current——

Macaro probably never dreamed that in this quiet northern forest, sleeping was an altar of order that had been abandoned for two hundred years.

But as Brando said to Antitina, he was not the first to discover this altar.

As early as the First Age, before the Year of Division (100 years), the monks of the Temple of Eruin Flame discovered this altar. But less than a century later, the altar mysteriously disappeared from all records, as if it had never existed.

It's just that players are players. Those who conducted this plot back then finally unearthed the entire 'story' from the dusty history through a few clues - but they probably didn't expect that they would do a series of investigations based on their own interests. , which will ultimately make Brando cheaper.

Perhaps sensing that the lord was distracted, Antitina followed his gaze and looked at the fluffy forest crown below, but she looked for a long time but found nothing.

The noble daughter looked back at Brando, noticing the earnestness and seriousness on the young man's face, and wisely did not speak again.

She also guessed that Macaro was willing to trap even his own people, so there was no reason not to drag them into the water. She snorted in her heart and subconsciously placed the group of nobles represented by Duke Luen on the unpopular list.

The group of people gradually descended into the valley.

Two Lubis mercenaries walked in front to clear the way. The kukri sword struck the hanging branches and made a rustling sound. Occasionally, the blade reflected starlight, and the bright light dazzled everyone's eyes.

Brando paid 2 points of wealth from his resource warehouse to keep the card 'Rubis' Mercenary' on the field. Then he looked at the resources he could use - including 10 points of water element saved in a few weeks, and nearly 150 points of wealth - and that was enough. He raised his head and narrowed his eyes.

The young man saw that his 'summoned creature' in front of him had stopped.

The two mercenaries seemed to be looking at each other and couldn't believe what they saw. They stopped and looked back at Brando. "Lord, there is..."

"have what?"

Hu Que asked back sternly. These two mercenaries were the most junior young men in his team. He intended to give them some training, but he did not expect that their performance would make him feel ashamed. As he spoke, he strode forward and parted the bushes in front of him, as if to make up for the fault of his men.

But the next moment, he also froze.

Behind the dense woods, there is an open forest grassland, which is at least as big as three football fields, and a temple covered with vines stands quietly in its center.

Tiger Bird took a breath before subconsciously raising his head. He could almost imagine how spectacular this majestic building was under the light of the sun in the past, because even now, he could still vaguely see this god from under the dense branches and leaves. The temple's former glory.

Its structure is very simple. It is a cylindrical temple upright. The curved vault shines with the holy white light of marble in the moonlight.

But its height and size are enough to make up for its simplicity. It is nearly sixty feet tall and stands in an open space like the shadow of a giant——

Brando stopped and looked at the exterior decoration of the temple from the outside. Judging from the style, it definitely belongs to the Elf Goddess. Unfortunately, this era has long been transformed into the stars in the sky according to its own wishes. What is left in this world is only their will and laws to transform the world.

Gods rarely intervene in the mortal world, which is why these noble beings are revered by the creatures on earth.

However, after losing the protection of divine power, this temple inevitably lost its past glory. Brando saw that the south side of it had collapsed, and he didn't know how many years he hadn't visited it.

"Ah!" The business lady who came up from behind let out a small exclamation.

"This is..." Antitina was also stunned.

"This is the temple of the Silver Elf," Brando is used to the gorgeous and majestic buildings in past games. The elves, dwarves and winged tribes are natural masters of architecture, and their cities are so majestic and shocking—— Therefore, he just lost his mind and recovered from the surprise of seeing this temple for the first time: "This was originally the royal cemetery of the silver elves, and even humans have not modified this place since then."

Unlike the forest elves, humans have always regarded the silver elves as their strongest allies. This feeling has been maintained since the defeat of the dark dragon in the battle of the saints, and this understanding is still among the lower-class civilians today, so it is so important. So precious.

"The king's tomb?" Antitina turned back: "How can the king's tomb become an altar?"

"Because the ancestors of the silver elves made a strong oath before their death and were willing to protect their homeland with eternal life. After the elf goddess Saya communicated with Lord Martha, she allowed their heroic spirits to stay here forever."

"A nest of heroic spirit creatures?" the noble daughter asked.

Brando nodded.

"How come it was abandoned?"

"On the surface it was because of the war. In fact, it was because the elven king was unwilling to participate in the war between humans. In this matter, the Eruin people even almost angered Martha, so the whole thing The truth was covered up." Brando looked back at Antitina and Roman and replied: "You will not find any relevant records in any volume of documents in the kingdom."

The two girls nodded together. They did not ask Brando why he knew it, so they knew the answer must be 'the truth about history recorded by wizards'!

"There may be room for reactivation of this altar." Brando seemed to be in a state of silence, startling everyone again when he spoke.

"What?"

"Don't get excited yet, it's just a possibility." But only he himself knew it, if the guide didn't lie. The probability of activation is one hundred percent. However, due to plot mission restrictions, the 'creatures' generated from it can only exist for thirty days, but thirty days is more than enough for this mission.

But if Brando said this, how could Antitina and Huque not be excited. This is a biological nest. Even if it is only possible to activate, the benefits represented by this 'possibility' are too great.

This news is like a shining treasure chest in front of everyone. The treasure chest may be full of gold and silver jewelry, or it may be empty. But in front of such a treasure chest, I'm afraid most people can't stay calm.

Tiger Bird licked his lips and asked in a low voice: "What should we do, Lord Lord?"

Brando looked back at them, raised his finger and pointed at the two mercenaries behind him and asked, "You two are elementalists, right?"

"Yes, sir." The two mercenaries nodded together.

"So are there crossbowmen?"

"Yes." Huque immediately named four people from the team: "Is that enough?"

"That's enough." Brando said as he took out a roll of rope from his backpack: "Come four people and come with me, I will arrange the tactics."

Antitina frowned: "Is there a fight?"

"Don't worry, it's just a little ghost knight." Just as Brando finished speaking, he saw Huque's face turning blue. He was stunned and subconsciously asked: "What's wrong with you?"

"Lord, do you mean 'little...Ghost Rider'?" Tigress asked with a strange look on his face.

Brando coughed and then remembered that the Ghost Riders were not worth mentioning in his opinion, but they were real elite level 35 undead. Even the guide repeatedly and solemnly stated that there must be at least twenty or more professional combinations. Only a reasonable level 20 player can use warriors to deal with this so-called 'little BOSS' in this plot copy.

However, that guide was a product of the game before the medieval era. By his time, players' thinking had already changed. There are only nine special ways to deal with the ghost knight if he doesn't have ten.

After thinking about this, Brando comforted him: "Don't worry too much. The Ghost Rider has a fatal flaw. Just follow my instructions and it will not be difficult to deal with it."

Huque looked at his lord with doubt. If he were an ordinary mercenary, he would have turned around and left. Just kidding, Ghost Riders are one of the most terrifying creatures in wilderness legends - it is rumored that they run like ghosts in the forest under the moon, quietly taking away the lives of the living. Below the Golden Swordsman, there is nothing in its hands. It's a face-to-face thing.

Not to mention the top mercenaries among the twelve black irons, even if there were twice as many, they would probably be slaughtered.

But this is also because ordinary people have too little contact with these legendary creatures. After all, unlike players, they can be resurrected after death. You can use your life to accumulate experience. NPCs are not as advantageous as players in this aspect.

But Huque was summoned by Brando after all, so he nodded.

This fact made Antitina see it and confirmed her guess about the noble retainers, but she did not point out this point. Instead, he asked another question: "Isn't this the tomb of the Elf King, and is it protected by Martha? How can evil spirits appear?"

Brando snorted: "Back then, the monks of the Temple of Flame wanted to keep this nest and tried to forcefully change the oaths sworn by the undead. As a result, the power of chaos came in, and the Altar of Order was contaminated as a result, which led to evil. The spirit appeared - legend has it that Martha was furious because of this, which indirectly led to the change of the Sifah dynasty."

The noble girl nodded, but she didn't expect there to be such a legend.

"Sir, are you talking about that..." At this moment, the mercenary who had been monitoring the direction of the temple suddenly turned around nervously and pointed in that direction.

Brando turned back subconsciously.

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