The blizzard will eventually pass, and this sentence is not very suitable for the place north of Fracture Mountain.

At least to the black-haired wizard, there has only been one blizzard here since he arrived at Broken Boundary Mountain - unfortunately, there is no intention of stopping until now.

The most difficult moment of the offensive and defensive battle of the Broken Mountain Fortress has passed, or the moment when Mirasis appears can be regarded as over, and the remnants of the fortress don't even need to clean the battlefield, they just need to wait quietly for the remnants of the monsters to be swept away by the dragon flame.

In the absence of the Apostle of the Evil God, the monsters that are so powerful as the "siege" level, and the lack of any long-range attack methods above fifty feet, the dragon is the absolute master of the battlefield.

Not only because of the dragon flame that transcends high-level spells and the powerful body that can rival the trolls, but also because of the dragon's wings, when it spreads its wings and flies, it is the only overlord of the sky.

The giant beast that soars in the sky, that is the life that even the wizards of the Dragon Kingdom and the evil gods of the void are afraid of, and stands at the top of this world.

Loren, who was leaning against the battlements to avoid the blizzard, gasped softly, his lazy eyes looked at the glacial wasteland outside the wall, as if his vision could penetrate the vast blizzard, and when he saw the fallen dragon king city of Nidhogg, he involuntarily took out the "rotten wood strip" in his hand.

With a chuckle, the black-haired wizard curled the corners of his mouth slightly.

“...... I know why you have come, Your Excellency, stranger, but alas... That thing isn't in the Dragon King's City;"

"In the era of the Dragon Kingdom, the 'valve' of a wizard himself and the 'valve' that can open two overlapping worlds are completely different concepts, the former being the standard by which a wizard's level is judged, and the latter being the power that can threaten the evil gods;"

"You've got one, and once exposed, the 'them' hidden in the shadows will come to you;"

"As for the second 'valve', it was taken south long before the destruction of the dragon kingdom, and although it is dangerous, I know that you will never give up, and... I'm also looking forward to you going on a completely different historical trajectory than ours;"

"The last 'valve', it's in ......"

"Why are you so pleased, my wizard advisor?"

With a strong sense of ridicule, the embarrassed Royal Highness the Prince walked over with a messy head of hair, sat unceremoniously next to the black-haired wizard and snatched the "rotten wood strip" in his hand, looking back and forth curiously.

"What is this, souvenir?"

Looking at the harmless pair of humans and animals on the other side, and their big ruby-like eyes flashed with a flash, what else could the black-haired wizard do except let out a long sigh?

"I've got the whole out of this adventure!" said an angry Loren, rolling his eyes, snatching back the grave keeper's relics and carefully tucking them into his clothes.

"Just a broken stick?" Brandon's expression showed a "disbelief" from the inside out, as if he was helpless, "You know if you don't want to say... I'm going to do everything I can to get you to say it sooner or later, right?"

"So why don't you tell me now?"

“......”

Resisting the urge to roll his eyes again, the black-haired wizard tugged at the corners of his mouth: "This wand is a relic left by a great wizard, almost a thousand years ago. ”

"Wand?" Brandon raised an eyebrow and asked casually, "Is it... A wand for a wizard of the Dragon Kingdom?"

"Oh yes, you don't seem to have told me about your time in Niderhogg, so you don't want to talk about it - it's just the two of us here anyway, and we have time. ”

Pretending to be calm, Loren only shrugged his shoulders.

To be able to react so quickly, should it be said that it is really worthy of Brandon de Salion?

The black-haired wizard with confused eyes flashed countless images in front of his eyes at that moment:

the confrontation with the guard knights at the foot of the cliff mountain, as well as the "Northern Thunder" that broke the ground that day;

Trek through the Valley of Blood and Snowy Mountains in search of clues left by Logan, the "First Wizard";

Climb to the top of the snow-capped mountain and see the dragon king city between the clouds and mist for the first time;

Stranded in a glacier, besieged by thousands of rotting demons, he confronts the apostles of Lemantes the "Dead";

Above the high walls, the dawn of Nidhogg......

“...... We found a long-dead wizard in the Dragonlord's Tower, and this wand is the only relic he left behind. Loren weakly gestured the "magic wand" in his hand twice: "Then... It seems like we've touched a mechanism, and as a result... Well, you saw it too. ”

"The entire Dragon King City will collapse with it......" Brandon, who muttered in a low voice, his pupils shrank, as if he was pondering, muttering to himself:

"So from the very beginning, the target of this monster invasion was not the Empire, but the legacy of the Dragon King's City...... I see, that's why they have to go to great lengths to cover up their tracks, even at the expense of being detected by the Broken Mountain Fortress... So what the hell is this guy looking for?"

"I don't know, and I guess no one will know. Loren pursed his lips and shook his head "pretendly": "Considering that Dragon King City has completely ceased to exist, this may be something we can earn... The best ending. ”

Turning his face sideways, His Royal Highness the Prince, who was smiling all over his face, looked meaningfully at his wizard advisor.

"Maybe... Although I always feel that you are not completely telling the truth. Brandon flattened his mouth and tilted his head to look at the black-haired wizard:

"But it's okay, I'm confident, you'll tell me sooner or later!"

Where the hell does this weird self-confidence come from... Although Loren really wanted to say this, he still turned his head a little weakly.

"Just... Ernst Dresis came to me. ”

Brandon said suddenly, although he still had a bright smile on his face, but there was no hint of joy in his voice, and his eyes flashed with a different kind of luster.

The black-haired wizard knew what he meant by this.

Conrad de Salion, who went north, was trapped in the Valley of Bloodbones by an avalanche and an army of monsters.

“...... Isn't this the result you want to see the most?" After a moment of silence, Loren said indifferently: "No matter what the final result is, you are the hero who saved the fortress of Broken Mountain, presumably the entire empire will have a different view of you than before, right?"

"As for your brother, Conrad de Salion... If you save him, you are the hero who saved your brother and the Legion of Broken Mountain, and if you don't, he has a very unfortunate accident......"

Loren didn't go on, but both men knew exactly what that so-called "accident" was.

Brandon de Salion would become the sole legitimate heir to the Sakran Empire.

His Royal Highness the Prince's expression was very strange, there was no joy at all, and there was more of a calm and unusual look in his smile.

Why... Obviously, as long as you stay in the Broken Mountain Fortress, why would you risk going north for a seemingly illusory possibility, and even risk your own life?

What is the reason why such a calm man as Connad de Salion would behave like a fool?

If it were him, he would never leave the Broken Mountain Fortress - anyway, there was a ghost for the dead to find clues for himself, so why risk it himself.

So... Why would this guy do such a stupid thing?

If even you can see the risks yourself, then it is impossible for the "beloved" elder brother not to see it.

"Above all, when Ernst Drexis came to me, he 'trivial' to dissuade me from leaving the Broken Mountain Fortress - though I could tell he cared more about my beloved brother than I did. ”

Shaking his head, Brandon sighed, "But he did it anyway because it was an order from Conrad de Salion...... He was ordered not to send a single soldier north to rescue him. ”

Loren's expression was solemn, and he gradually frowned.

"So... If what we want to do, our ambitions, our every move is expected by Conod, and even this guy leads us by the nose from beginning to end......"

Brandon speculated, scratching his tousled hair:

"We... Did you really win?"