Rut Infinit:

After three long years of waiting, scouting, running, and hunting monsters, I finally won the trust of Loren Turin, Duke of Byrne, and the captain of the Wings of the Sky (Witcher Legion), to lead an important undercover mission alone.

The target, the Kingdom of Yunling, the capital of the dwarves, is the peak of the clouds.

After the unprecedented Battle of Silverhelm Mountain, which won Duke Byrne great prestige, the fall of the Dwarven Fortress was an unprecedented blow to the High King's prestige, and the peace that had been barely maintained was completely torn apart.

Each of the dwarven fortresses declared their independence, and even claimed to be the 'High King of Yunling', constantly attacking each other, but because of the inconvenient transportation of the mountains and blocking the passages between the fortresses, large-scale conquests were impossible, and the forms of warfare were basically limited to looting, sabotage, and air abuse.

Even with the support and assistance from Byrne, the reputation of the Dwarven High King (or the "former" High King) has plummeted in the event of a kingdom split, and not only does the decree not go out of the clouds, but even in the clouds peak.

The direct impact of this chaotic situation on the empire was that the "Mithril trade" was completely cut off, and the Holy Cross Church could no longer obtain a kilogram of Mithril, but at the same time, Byrne relied on food and material aid to exchange a staggering amount of Mithril ore from the High King, totaling more than two to three times the annual "Mithril trade".

Therefore, even if the Empire had any way to end the dwarven civil war immediately, it would not be possible to be compensated by any Mithril ore, as they really couldn't get a single piece of ore.

In addition to the Supreme King's plummeting popularity, another reason for this civil war is related to the "by-product" of the Battle of Silverhelm Mountain three years ago - the Corrupted Demon.

The Wings of the Firmament are called by this name for the humanoids who have been corrupted by the Holy Blood Elixir - they have no pain, no desires, and may not even have senses, but they have extremely strong life forces, most of which can only be stopped by cutting off their heads, and a few even if they are blown to ashes, only the bones are still able to move.

After the Battle of Silverhelm Mountain, the hundreds of thousands of Corrupted Demons entrenched in the fortress began to scatter in all directions, a small number wandering in the Great Green Sea, and the vast majority scattered among the mountains of the Yunling Kingdom.

These small but powerful monsters made the roads between the fortresses extremely dangerous, and the dwarves were unable to completely destroy them in the case of internal division, so they had to defend their fortresses separately, further exacerbating the situation of their division.

However, Captain Lusen, or Duke Loren of Turin, believes that the reasons for the long-term turmoil in the Yunling Kingdom are not only these, but the result of the deliberate promotion of certain forces behind the scenes.

The Dwarves are a highly militarized race, and once unified and fought, they will be the most formidable war machines, and civil wars and divisions will severely weaken this war machine.

For now, the High King is still holding the peak of the clouds to confront the rebels, and it is expected that this confrontation will continue for a long time with the Corrupted Demon raging and all the fortress passages blocked.

My mission is to investigate the reasons why Yunfeng has never been able to restore the ruling power of the Yunling Kingdom, as well as the identity of the possible culprit behind the scenes, and prepare for the duke's next plan.

The Night's Watch Forever Loyal to the Empire;

Yours sincerely, Carl Colin.

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After writing the last word, Carl Colin carefully put away the charcoal and parchment, hesitantly scribbled out the words "prepare for the next step of the Duke's plan", and then put it into the stationery he carried with him;

Something like that, he's done countless times over the past few years.

Three years ago, after the discovery of himself, the Night's Watch who had infiltrated Byrne, the Duke of Loren Turin not only did not remove or imprison himself in the shadows, but acquiesced in his acquiescence to report the status and progress of the mission to the Night's Watch after each mission;

Similarly, the leader of the Night's Watch, Ruth Infinit, who was aware of the problem, seemed to acquiesce to this fact, never mentioning the facts he had exposed, and instead giving himself various tasks as usual.

In the past three years, the Holy Cross Church, which has been overwhelmed by the emergence of heretical orders, has become uneasy for the ogres of the ancient woods once again due to the outbreak of the "Ghoul Tide" in Lothair.

The Duchy of Arles has suffered one of the most ferocious troll invasions in a century, with werewolves from the north massively slaughtering villages and even besieging fortresses, the Boi hussars of the Great Green Sea still sweeping away the remnants of the Centaur War, and the ocean-going fleet of Eboden has not been heard from to this day.

The turbulent situation made the Heavenly Dome Palace and the Red Blood Castle reach a tacit understanding to a certain extent.

I can let you go, but you must not make a noise, and when it gets bigger, you have to stop, because I have to intervene.

Over the past three years, this "tacit understanding" between the two sides has resolved a myriad of events - a wave of mutant monsters, heretical cults that have infiltrated the village, and corrupted people suspected of being apostles of evil gods...... Numerous.

However, the "tacit understanding" is based on the current turbulent situation, and the contradictions between the two sides are still very acute: in addition to Byrne's growing popularity, they have almost clearly stood in the camp of His Royal Highness Brandon de Salion, while the imperial nobles in Sackland have no suspense to support Crown Prince Conod.

No one knows what His Majesty Eckhart II thinks, but as he ages, the contradictions are intensifying day by day, and it is only a matter of time before the internal contradictions surpass the external contradictions.

Carl Colin doesn't know how long this "peace" walking on a tightrope can last, but at least he can still do a little bit for this peace in his own way.

Even if it's really just a little bit......

"What to do?"

The moment the words sounded behind him, Carl Colin instinctively moved.

"Ding ——!"

The crisp sound of a machine, it was the sound of the Hidden Blade popping out.

Turn, elbow raise, press, grapple.

Coherent.

"Knock ——!"

In less than half a second, the figure who had just approached from behind was pressed under him, the Hidden Blade against his throat, and the expression on his face still maintained half a second ago.

It was only then that Carl Colin could see clearly the guy who was crushed under him, a young baby face full of horror, and subconsciously raised his hands above his head.

Karl frowned slightly.

Martin - the chief of the third phase of the Wings of the Sky, one of the first ten to pass the trial of Master Dalton Candle and Captain Luthen, a complete recruit.

Today's Wings of the Sky is no longer a hundred-man team of only 96 people at the beginning of its establishment, but has expanded its army twice in three years, and after removing the dead and missing, there are more than 300 people, nearly the size of a flag regiment.

The guy in front of him is a newcomer to the second expansion of the army - no longer a veteran who has returned from the battlefield like himself, or a warrior with a certain talent for wizarding, but a highly talented apprentice selected by Dalton Kander from the Wizarding Academy in Turin.

The biggest "feature" of this group of recruits is that they have no consciousness of a warrior, they always feel that they can be a blockbuster when they are just starting out, and they can't wait to prove themselves, and then die as quickly as fireflies.

"I warned you, more than once. ”

Glaring indifferently at the recruits who were pressed to the ground by themselves, Carl Colin whispered, "Behind the neck is a dead end, and it is also a place where witchers are always on guard. ”

"Yes, I'm sorry!" Martin twitched his throat fiercely, and the corner of his gaze glanced at the blade around his neck, "I'll remember next time." ”

"If you forget, there's no next time. ”

With a cold snort, Carl Colin withdrew his Hidden Blade, and Martin slapped the dust off his body with a long sigh of relief, as if he had forgotten the fact that he had just almost died.

"Captain, what are we going to do next?"

The recruit, lurking in the grass and looking excited, couldn't help but ask.

Frowning, Carl Colin couldn't help but sigh.

"See the entrance there - according to the original plan, we should have infiltrated the inside of the Cloud Peak Fortress three days ago, waiting for an opportunity to investigate the real reason why the Dwarven High King locked the gate and did not come out. He said in a deep voice:

"But now that the Corrupt Demon of Silverhelm Mountain has spread to the vicinity of the Cloud Peak, all entrances and exits and passages have been blocked, and it is no longer possible to enter the fortress, and the only options are to wait and retreat. ”

At the moment when Carl Colin said the word "retreat", the recruit looked a little reluctant.

"So for the rest of the time, we have to lurk in peace and wait for the right time. Carl Colin continued: "We have supplies for four days, and after four days if nothing changes, we will return the same way. ”

"Returning the same way, just in vain?" said the recruit subconsciously with a disappointed face.

"Unwilling?"

"Of course I am not reconciled!" clenching his fists, the recruit nodded heavily: "I have been waiting for this day for a long time since I joined the team, how can I be so gray and go back without doing anything?!"

"Then you should be glad that you still have the right to be unwilling. ”

Carl Colin said coldly, Sen Ran's gaze made the recruit instinctively shrink his neck: "Not every witcher is like you, lucky enough to spend his first mission. ”

"The vast majority of them have already gone to hell before they even know who the enemy is. ”

The air was quiet again.

The startled recruits stared at the rune on the back of Karl Colin's neck, a sign that only the first veterans of the Wings of the Sky possessed.

The recruits had heard from their seniors that the predecessor of the Firmament Wings was the Duke's Guard, which was formed by the Duke of Loren during the Centaur War, mainly wounded veterans and knights, and after the war, only ninety-six of the nearly 400 guards remained as the first batch of witchers.

They are also the strongest witchers to date, and are said to even have the strength to take on trolls alone.

And now, the hero in his mind, the idol, tells himself to "retreat" in a gloomy way......

"So... We'll have to retreat, won't we?" asked the recruit cautiously, "and if something happens......

"If there's an accident," Carl Colin interrupted coldly......

"Then we must retreat - the mastermind behind the long-term division of the dwarves must be at least the level of the leader of the heretical order, or even the apostle of the evil god... That's not an enemy we can go toe toe to. ”

"But... Didn't you defeat them three years ago?" retorted the recruit, his eyes red with excitement, "I still remember the day you entered through the gates of the Red Blood Fortress - the 20,000 Byrne army captured the Silverhelm Mountain, defeated Chakar, and kept the Centaur tribe from making waves for a hundred years!"

"If you could then, why can't you now?!"

"Because there are no 20,000 Byrne here. Karl glanced at him, expressionless, "Because you and I are not the Lord of Byrne, Duke of Loren Turin." ”

He squinted his eyes, his eyes were distracted, but what he saw in his trance was not the picture of the evil god's body jumping off the dragon's back and disappearing from ashes;

Corpses were everywhere, the chaotic battlefield of blood and water, the omnipresent corrosive demons surrounded on all sides, the angry roar of Captain Luceen, the screams of the robes being torn apart one by one;

And also......

There was also the scene of Chakar turning his surroundings into ruins, his tentacles falling from less than ten paces away from him.

That's... A scene that I will never forget in my life.

"Well, you've said enough. Stopping the recruit who still wanted to continue questioning, Carl Colin got up and left: "Continue to monitor the movements of Cloud Peak, and report to me if there is anything abnormal." ”

"Yes!" the recruit nodded unwillingly, almost writing the word "disappointed" on his face.

But this is not what Carl Colin needs to take into account - the turmoil of the civil war in the Yunling Kingdom is conducive to maintaining the "tacit understanding" and peace between the Red Blood Fortress and the Heavenly Dome Palace to a certain extent, and there is no better outcome for him.

Next, if everything goes well and there is no chaos, he only needs to take this recruit who has nothing but impulse to survive for four days, and ambush a few lone corrupting demons on the way back, so that this kid can kill one with his own hands, and even if the task is completed - reconnoitring the intelligence of the peak of the clouds, and training the recruits at the same time.

That's right, as long as everything goes well and nothing goes wrong......

"Boom ————!!!!"

Carl Colin, who had just turned around, had not gone far when a violent explosion was heard from the direction of the cloud peak, and a surging wind came from the surface.

A cloud of black smoke slowly rose over the mountains in the distance.

The two witchers stared in disbelief at the blazing fire.

The impregnable and indestructible peak of the clouds actually ......

Breached?!()

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