"All right, Miss O'Eve." Friedlier picked up O'Eve, and said, "This is not a place to chat, you will know when you go out to sea on a boat later, and that is the place to chat on the boat." If a person doesn't talk on the boat, that person will go crazy. ”

Owe nodded lightly, "Friedlier, I feel lucky to know you. ”

"I'm lucky to know you, too." Friedlier said with a smile.

"I hope you don't disappoint me." Oeve said again.

Friedlear hesitated, then tilted his head and said, "No. Let's go, it's time for us to act. ”

Together, the two climbed out of the shaft in Lionheart, and Friedlier propped his feet on the walls of the shaft and lifted Oevto to the mouth of the shaft. After carefully observing the scene in the city near the wellhead, Oiff leaped out and immediately escaped into the darkness.

Friedlier followed Oeve closely, and he followed her silently, and after the two stealthily navigated the old, narrow streets of Lionheart, they soon reached the outside of Lionheart's Sanctuary.

"This is the Templar?" Friedlier asked Oeve as he looked at the steaming Templar.

"In order to completely conquer the Garans, the Azor people have been trying to destroy their faith in recent years. Two years ago, they transformed the ornate sanctuary into a public bathhouse. O'Eve.

"Then we should go in and wash ourselves." "We're all over the drain now. ”

"Follow me, let's go to the charcoal stacking room at the back of the church." Oive waved to Friedlier, then bent down and dashed through the street.

When Friedlier followed Oeve quietly to the charcoal stacking room behind the temple, he saw that the door of the charcoal room was now ajar. Oiff was the first to approach quietly, she gently pushed the door of the charcoal room a little wider, and after a moment's observation, she dodged into the room.

Friedlier then entered the small charcoal stacking room, where he saw two Athollians lying on the ground beside it, in addition to the charcoal.

"Miss, Friedreer, you're finally here, and we're ready to act now." As he spoke, Nezgoda suddenly appeared from behind the charcoal pile. Friedlier saw that he was now holding the strangely shaped cigarette roll in his mouth.

"Are they ready?" Oiv asked Nezgoda.

"Abhikius and Bulis have settled near the arsenal." As he spoke, Nezgoda turned around and pulled out a cloth bag, from which he pulled out two weapons, one of which was Oive's "Poison of Thorns" and the other was the Ouroboros Guard's sword.

After taking the sword handed by Nezgoda, Friedlier immediately took the sword and turned his wrist to try it. Looking at the blade of the guard's sword, Friedlier spoke, "The most reassuring time is when you hold the weapon. ”

"Alright, let's set it on fire." Oiv said to Nezgoda.

While Nezgoda set the charcoal room on fire in the bathroom, Oeve tied the "Poison of Thorns" behind him and ran quickly with Friedlier to the Lionheart City Armory not far away.

Lurking in the corner outside the armory, Friedrie and Oeve observed at the same time that there were about forty Yasol soldiers on night duty guarding the heavy iron door of the armory.

"There are so many guards." Friedlear watched the guards carefully and said, "Looks like there's a lot of good stuff hidden there." ”

"When the fire from Nezgoda's side rises, we can see the smoke of the horse thrown by Abhiki." Oiff whispered, "We'll act then." ”

"Yes, Queen."

"What do you call me?" Oeve was stunned for a moment, then turned to Friedlier and asked.

"Queen." Friedreel whispered, "The only one who can command Taru is the female king." ”

Oive's gaze shifted back to the soldier in front of the armory, then smiled softly.

As the city began to become chaotic as fires broke out in Lionheart, soldiers of the City Guard rushed to the ordnance to get the fire shovels, and the doors of the armory were opened.

The City Guard, who had taken a large number of fire shovels, hurriedly left the armory and rushed to join the firefighting team. Just then, before the guards could reclose the door to the armory, Abhikius used a large slingshot to launch the Mabo smoke pack into front of the armory. Yellow smoke rose instantly, covering a huge area in front of the armory.

As the yellow smoke rose, Abhitius quickly fired several more gray smoke packets in front of the armory, and the gray smoke extinguished several key torches accurately. While the armory guards were surprised that the torches were extinguished, they were already choking on tears from the yellow smoke one by one, and they were unsteady on their feet. In this way, in the darkness, the guards of Atholl in front of the armory suddenly became a mess.

"It's time, let's go." Oiff said to Friedlier as she fastened the fog shield.

Under the cover of darkness, the two quickly passed through the weeping guards of Atholl, and their figures swept silently into the unclosed door of the armory.

Upon entering the armory, Friedlier discovered that the armory was surprisingly large inside. Rows of large wooden shelves are lined with weapons and paraphernalia. In addition to scimitars, round shields, spears and short swords, armor of various materials, and other military equipment, there are also saddle vests, water bladders, rice bags, flags, horns, military uniforms and bedding.

Friedlier marveled at the completeness of the weapons and the abundance of items of the Atholls. Looking at the dazzling array of equipment with different uses, Friedlier was deeply aware of the gap in logistics equipment between the Pheton army and the Yasol army.

In Friedlier's view, this gap may be bridged by the courage and sense of honor that characterize the Fettonians. But he also thought that if the brave and fearless Featton warriors had enough logistical supplies and sophisticated supplies, then with a good leader, they would not only be able to cross the seas and inhabit the coast, but also gallop over land and conquer cities.

"Hey, don't be in a daze, time is pressing, we need to find your weapon as soon as possible." Owe patted Friedlier and said, "The seized weapons should be in another area." Come with me. ”

Following in Oive's footsteps, Friedrell made his way to another section in another armory. Upon entering the rooms in this area, Friedlier found that the weapons were stacked in a haphazard manner.

"Oh my God, I'm afraid I won't be able to find it for a while." Friedlier took out the glowstone, and he said as he looked at the mountains of weapons piled up everywhere with the glow of the glowstone.

"Lift the glow lamp a little higher." O'Eve said.

As Friedlier lifted the glowstone high, Oeve removed a small, oddly shaped vase from her waist, and then pulled the cork from the vase and poured its contents into the palm of her hand. Through the glow of the glow, Friedlier saw that what Oeve was holding in the palm of his hand and poured out of the bottle was a small pinch of red powder.

Oeve took two steps with the red powder, and then she blew hard into the room full of weapons, and the red powder fluttered away at Oive's blow. They sparkled in the glow of the glowstone lamps. As the red powder flew away, Oeve took the glow lamp from Friedley's hand, and she held it up to watch closely for the powder's flying tracks.

Oeve observed as she walked, and after a while, she noticed that all the powder was slowly drifting in one direction, gradually concentrating on the other side. After drifting for a distance, the powder finally fell slowly to the ground in one direction. Upon hitting the ground, the red powder mixed with the dust on the ground and vanished.

"What's that?" Friedreel asked Oiff as he looked at the vanishing red dust.

"Hunt for gold dust." Oeve said, "Nightfall is an artifact refined through the medium of the Philosopher's Stone, and it contains a lot of aether. And this gold dust is a kind of dust that can be attracted to the aether at short distances. They had just drifted away, which meant that the night should be around here. ”

"The dust is falling inside." Friedreel looked nearby and said, "But there's nothing here. ”

"They don't drift very far, and the path they just drifted away gives us a rough direction." "In this direction," said Oive, "let's go over there and look for it." ”

With the brilliance of the glowstone, the two searched in one direction again. After rounding the mess of weapons, Friedlier suddenly saw a round shield in one of the weapons piles, a Pheton round shield painted with frost trails of snow bears.

"Come over here." Friedlier picked up the shield and looked at it, then said to Oive, "There should be one in this pile of weapons." ”

Oeve poured some dust out of the vase, put it in her hand and blew it, and the dust immediately found and scattered. But to the surprise of the two, the dust slowly fell to the position just now.

"What's going on, the dust has fallen on the ground over there just now." Oeve looked at the dust on the ground in confusion, thought for a moment and said, "Could it be..."

"Did the rebels give you any drawings of the armory and the basement?" Friedlier immediately asked.

"Nope." Oiff said, "Could it be that the people of Azore have transformed this place? ”

"Perhaps, let's go find out if there's an entrance to the basement." "If there were," said Friedley, "the night would be below the ground." ”

With a glowstone in hand, Oiff searched the armory of Friedrell again, but there was no entrance to the underground. Just as the two were confused, the footsteps of a group of soldiers were heard from the door of the armory. The sound of footsteps was accompanied by the light of torches.

Oeve quickly tucked the glowstone into her opaque coat pocket, and then quickly hid behind a messy row of weapons racks with Friedley.

"Four people." Friedlier whispered.

"Don't make a sound, wait for them to get back." Oeve said softly.

"No, they must know how to get to the basement." Friedlier said.

"What do you want to do?" Oeve asked.

"It's simple, kill three, leave one to take us to the basement." Friedlier said with a chuckle.

Oeve took a deep breath and whispered, "Can you do it?" To be honest, I'm not too confident in my swordsmanship. ”

"I know that when we first came into contact in the cave, I could tell from the way you pointed your sword at my throat that you weren't a master of swords. Your sword was a punch away from my neck. Friedlier said.

"Well, tell me about your plans." Oeve whispered.

"Miss, who is not confident in swordsmanship, your task is very simple, find something to cover the mouth of the last person, and try not to startle the guards at the door of the arsenal with his voice. As for me, I'm going to be responsible for killing the other three soldiers. Friedlier said.

"You.." Oeve looked at Friedreel and said, "Can you do it?" Kill three people at once? ”

"What do you think?"

"That's too risky." O'Eve said.

"I love adventure." As he spoke, Friedlier shifted his footsteps and slowly walked around the end of the rack.

Looking at the patrol guards getting closer and closer, Oeve took a deep breath and took the small pouch around her waist and held it tightly in her hand. As the soldiers passed by the side of the weapon rack, Oeve crept up behind them.

Oeve crept close to the last soldier, and she swooped out, knocking the soldier off of his weapon and grabbing him from behind, backhanding her bag into his mouth that was open in astonishment. At the same time, Friedlier sprang out from one side and instantly slit the throats of two soldiers with his blade. He didn't wait for the third soldier to scream in panic before a sword stabbed him in the face with precision.

After quickly killing three soldiers, Friedlier immediately reflexively helped Oeve subdue the captured soldiers. While Friedlier tied up the captured soldier and put his sword around his neck, O'Eve, spoke to the soldier in Asor, "Take us to the basement." ”

The gagged soldier looked horrified at the sword around his neck and the corpse of his companion on the ground, then nodded timidly.

Led by the captured soldiers, Oiff and Friedlier managed to find the entrance to the basement. It was a secret door hidden in the wall behind the Sun Marker's Eagle Wings.

When the soldier pulled the hidden handle and opened the secret door, Friedlier immediately felt a damp chill from the open secret door.