Friedlier picked up the golden knife he had found in King Garland's chamber and slashed it at King Garland's back, which was tied to a stone pillar, and with the king's howl of pain, blood gushed from his back.

It wasn't until the king's entire back was covered in flesh that Friedlier ordered the warrior to take away the two girls who had watched in horror as he wielded his knife. But Friedlier's execution of the king was still just beginning.

In the elegantly furnished ballroom of this secluded palace, Taru and his lieutenants from Pheton gathered, and the Pheton warriors brought out almost everything they could eat from the palace kitchen. The delicious and delicate Garland court delicacies, whether it is dessert or main meal, are all grabbed and devoured by the Phetton people without hesitation.

At the climax of the feast, Friedlier had the warriors take the king down from the stone pillars outside the hall. He pressed him against the stone carving of the flower bed in the center of the banquet hall. Looking at King Garland who was crying and begging for mercy, Friedlier stood up and said to everyone, "Today I would like to express my gratitude to King Garland for his hospitality, it is he who has carefully collected countless gold, silver and jewelry for us and a large number of Jianlan beauties, for this reason, I want to make a blood eagle for him." ”

Taru and the warriors in the banquet hall immediately let out a burst of cheers when they heard Friedlier say that they were going to make the king a blood eagle.

Taluri Creel on the Isle of Eternal Night said with a smile, "I'd love to see your craft, Friedrear, I don't know if the Blood Eagle you made can fly." ”

"You won't be disappointed, Rickliel Taru." Friedlier said with a wicked smile.

He picked up the sharp golden knife and plunged it into King Garland's back as the crowd watched in anticipation. Under Friedlier's manipulation, the blade of the golden knife quickly cut off the flesh of the king's back along his spine. Faced with the unconscious king in severe pain, and his bloody wounds, Friedlier did not hesitate to grab a salt shaker and sprinkle it. The salt reawakened the unconscious king and made his wailing even more terrible. With a wail, Friedlier put his hand into the king's back, grabbed the ribs on his back, and then broke them back with force in turn. The broken ribs were cocked upward, and the bones were covered with a blur of flesh that spread out like wings along the king's spine on his back. Next, Friedlier poured salt water on the king so that he could maintain the intense pain and not pass out. After this, Friedlier used a golden knife to penetrate the king's ribs, which he found in the king's lungs. ..... At last... As the king breathed faintly, the bright red lungs slowly rose and contracted on the upturned ribs.

The king became a blood eagle.

"Flying Blood Eagle!" The onlookers erupted in enthusiastic cheers and cheers.

"Oh, dear Friedrear, I hope you can teach me your cruelty." Luga Dosea looked at the bloody scene with great interest and said to Friedlier.

Rickrell laughed and clapped twice, then reached out and motioned for Friedreer to take a seat at the table, and poured him a glass of Garlander.

After Friedlier sat down, he took a clean cloth and carefully wiped the golden knife clean, and then tucked it into his waist.

"As you said, Friedlier, we have found a great deal of treasure. There are even more of them than we have plundered in the Northern Wastelands and the Eastern Coast in a hundred years combined. I have never seen so much treasure in my life. One of the Taru complimented Friedlier.

"My warriors found an entire box of Garland gold coins, and none of the five of them could lift it." Another Taru said.

"This winged king has raised so many blonde and blue-eyed beauties. It's unimaginable. ”

"Friedlier, I have to say, I can have so much harvest thanks to you."

"Look at these two beautiful black spinels, I love them."

"Look at this crown of pure gold, heavy, and inlaid with rubies."

"I will trade the king's armor and sword for the crown in your hand."

"I'd rather bring it back and put it on my hound than give it to you."

"You can take it back and use it as a collar for the hound. But remember not to let King Dover see it. ”

"Haha."

"In that case, my hound's collar will be useless, so I might as well give the extra collar to King Dofly."

"Haha."

"I'm willing to ask for that crown, it's good."

"Listen to me, everyone, now is not the time to discuss treasure." Friedreel interrupted the casual conversation between the Tarus and said solemnly, "The Emerald City was captured by Azar last year, and the entire Garland region is now in Asor's possession. But don't you think it's strange that on our way here, we barely encountered any of Athore's troops? ”

"Maybe they returned home after looting the Emerald City." "In their eyes, there is no value here. ”

"It's possible. However, our operation was not like our previous sneak attacks, and the number of troops we led this time was too large. I think it's very likely that the Athollians have detected our movements. And they won't be indifferent to it. Fredlear analyzed.

"Friedlier is not wrong." Rycliel of Eternal Night said, "There's no way the Azor wouldn't have discovered such a large army. They must be brewing something. ”

"So what? The Azor were as weak as an ant. Barathan, of Giant Island, said.

Some Taru laughed and agreed with Barathan.

"I think you're the same as I have ever been, and most of your contacts are with the Azore people of the Golden Coast, or the Badlands of the North." "But the Yasol people there weren't regular troops. Despite our years of plundering, the Azars never seem to take us seriously, and for a long time we have been fought only by militias from the Azar-occupied region, and a motley army of other peoples who have joined the Athors. ”

"How can you say that, you have slandered the glory we have received before." Tharub Beboxen of Frozen Rain Island said.

"I don't mean to offend. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm just telling you bluntly. "I hope you don't get carried away by the wealth you have so much to offer here." Warriors often say that the treasure that does not reach the home is not their own treasure. ”

Parr of Cold Flame Island spoke, "Friedlier, you may not be wrong. I have seldom encountered armies of the Azars in my previous raids in the Northlands, and for the most part, their armies have been led by a few Athors to fight against my warriors with a band of herdsmen. Like you said, maybe they really don't pay much attention to us. ”

"Hearing you say that, I'm beginning to look forward to the Athollians discovering our coming." "It would be better if they sent some regular army for me to see." Otherwise, when I returned to the island with the treasure, I would not dare to tell the children that I had obtained so much treasure without killing any enemy. The kids might think I'm a thief. ”

"Whether the enemy finds us or not, we should first get the treasure back to the ship as soon as possible." Luga Doseya of Cold Moon Island said.

"Strengthen reconnaissance and expand the range of activities of the sentinels. Plus, we're going to get the place done as soon as possible. Temper your warriors and don't let them indulge in the fifth degree. Rickrell of Eternal Night Island said.

The next day, the Featon warriors, led by the Tarus, continued to loot and began to gradually send the plundered treasure and captured beauties to the Emerald City through the corridors. Friedlier arrived at the Sanctuary in the valley town, which had long since been patronized by the Pacton warriors, and the golden eight-pointed star on the spire had been pulled away by the hook of the bow and arrow, and the temple hall was in shambles.

"Taru, there's nothing of value left here." Evenson said as he stood beside Friedley.

"No, there's a treasure." Friedlier said mysteriously.

"Treasures?" Evenson asked curiously, "How do you know, did Sibriss tell you too?" ”

"Yes. But she didn't say it too clearly. The treasure was roughly a long cylindrical object. "Keep an eye out for it, and help me look for it." ”

Evenson accompanied Friedlier around the Sanctuary for a while, seeing that nothing had been found, and then said, "Taru, I think the item you are talking about must have been taken by the warriors of the other islands. ”

"It won't be taken so easily." Friedlier searched.

Evenson pushed over to a wooden cabinet, rummaged through it, and said, "Didn't the little demon girl specify the location?" ”

"Come push this for me. Let's see if there's any mechanism. Friedlier didn't answer Evenson, he instead pushed a wall of the sanctuary with a picture of the starry sky and spoke to him.

Evenson wanted to help, but when he looked up to see the panorama of the mural pushed by Friedley, he couldn't help but be stunned and attracted attention. After a little observation, he was surprised to find that the painting on the wall was actually a real picture of the starry sky, not a random fictional picture.

"What are you doing?" Friedlier asked a stunned Evenson.

"Taru, you're pushing the constellation Viper."

"What do you mean?" Friedlier let go of his arm, he took a few steps back, looked up and revisited the picture on the wall and asked, "What seat do you say I'm pushing?" ”

"Look, Tharu, here's a map of the stars at midnight in winter. This is Evil Snake, this is Evil Dragon, that is Raven, and there are Dwarves and Ocean Goddesses. Evenson said, pointing to the stars on the starry mural.

Friedreer smiled when he heard Evenson say this, "Although those of you who have studied in the Panthéon are not very good at fighting, when it comes to these ethereal things, there is really no one who can compare to you. Well, in your opinion, which constellation will hide a mechanism like the emblem we pushed earlier. ”

Evenson took a closer look at the mural, "Taru, I don't think there's any mechanism. This is an ordinary wall, painted with the starry sky here in Garland. Merely.... However, they also drew the part of the starry sky that should be obscured by the surrounding mountains. ”

"I understand the starry sky obscured by the mountains, but what do you mean by this, Jialan's starry sky here?" Friedlier asked, "Is there any difference between it and our Fayton starry sky?" ”

"Yes, there is a difference, they can see a large constellation further south of the constellation of the ocean goddess in its entirety. And in our field of Fayton, the great constellation is not visible. ”

"You mean that?" Friedlier leaned down and pointed to the four bright stars at the bottom of the wall.

"Yes, it was in the constellation of the Cross that Landy, Garan, Huron, and even Azor were highly valued." "We call it the destination constellation. ”

"How have I never heard of this strange sign." Friedlier said.

"Maybe it's because we can't see it at all, and no one usually mentions it." Evenson said.

"Well," Friedlier asked, "who told you this?" ”

"It was my mentor, Dilgar, who told me about it. You know, she was originally from the Southern Continent. ”

"Oh. I knew her, the woman who looked completely different from me. Friedleer thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let's not talk about her. Brother, you tell me first, tell me everything you know about this sign. ”

Evenson nodded and said, "This constellation, known as the Cross, is a constellation of great significance among many of our southern nations and peoples. Because when the longest day of the winter night comes, the sun will pass through the constellation exactly in the same position where it appears at night. So the Landi interpret it as salvation, which means that this cross saves the sun, which is gradually moving southward and slowly moving towards death, and it resurrects the sun. Then the sun began to slowly move northwards and rise, and eventually, the days began to get longer again and the nights began to get shorter again. ”

The Azores, on the other hand, interpreted it in the opposite way of Randy, and understood it as sin, death. So it is also called the Cross of Death by the Asol people. The Athorians believed that the sun gradually moved south and stayed near the constellation of the cross because of the lure of the cross. They believe that the longest day of the night came because of the Doji that nailed the sun to its cross trap. The Athorians believed that the reason why the sun was not killed by the death cross was because the sun was strong and strong. After three days, the sun struggled to escape the trap of the Cross of Death, and gradually returned, and the days began to grow longer and the nights shorter. ”

After listening to Evenson's account, Friedlier fell into a brief deep thought.

"Your story inspires me, Evenson. At the same time, I guess the thing I'm looking for might not be here. Friedlier said.

"So, where?"

"It should be somewhere to see the stars at night."

Reaching the narrow second floor of the apse of the sanctuary and going up the dimly lit spiral staircase, Friedlier reached the upper floor of the tower. Walk through the dark verandah and continue up from the top floor. At the end of the staircase, Friedlier saw a thick, old wooden door locked with heavy chains, and it was clear that no warriors had been here.

"It should be here." Friedlear said and waved "Nightfall", and the chain broke in response. He pushed open the creaking wooden door, and a small circular roof terrace immediately appeared in front of the two of them.

In the center of the terrace is an ornately carved marble stone box. Friedlier tilted his head in agreement, and Evenson walked towards the stone box. After he pushed the lid of the stone box open, Friedlier also approached and looked inside, but saw that inside the stone box was the object that Siburis had described.

It resembles a large wine glass, but is much longer than a wine glass, and it is made up of two parts, the larger wooden tube is encased by a smaller wooden tube, and the ends of the large and small wooden tubes are inlaid with polished extremely smooth transparent white crystal. Friedlier gently pulls on the tube, which slowly lengthens until it reaches the bottom. He pushed the small woodpole back again, and the small woodpipe retracted into the large one.

"Taru, what is this?" Evenson asked.

"I don't know, but Sibeliss spoke to me about it with two of our words." "Truth, eyes. ”

"Truth vs. eyes?"

"Yes." "It reminds me of the true eye of Borladolid in the story of the Ancestral Heroes." ”

"The True Eye." Evenson whispered, "The Eye of Truth, the artifact that the Explorer Borladolid replaced with an eye made of blue pyroxene in order to find the nest of the Evil Raven. ”

"Are the eyes of Borladolid made of blue glowstone? I always thought it was made of white crystal. Friedreer held the item in his hand close to Evenson and said, "You see, this is the White Crystal. ”

"It's white crystal, very transparent crystal. The white crystal set at this end seems to have been polished into a convex lens. Some of the older Magi would use it to see small handwriting. Evenson scrutinized the object in Friedley's hand as he observed, "You know, it's the same kind of convex ice that our ancestors used to polish ice cubes to make fire. ”

"I understand this, but I don't think this thing is used to read small print or make fire." Friedlier held up the object in his hand, looked inward through the white crystal of the woodpipe set in the larger side, and said, "It's weird, I can't see anything clearly, and the world seems to be turned upside down." ”

"Can you let me take it and have a look? Taru. Evenson asked.

He took the item that had been handed by Friedlier and began to look at it carefully. He looked first at the larger white crystal mirror, and then at the smaller white crystal mirror. Finally, he lifted it, put his eyes close to the small crystal mirror, and looked into the distance.

"I really should have let the warriors kill a few less Templar monks, they might know how to use this." Friedlier said as he looked at Evenson from the other end of the object.

"It's transparent, but it's a little blurry." Evenson said, "Taru, please give way, you're blocking my view." ”

When Friedlier dodged his obstructive gaze, Evenson tugged on the woodpole again, his mouth wide open in surprise, and he couldn't say a word.