If human talent is given the right soil, then it is like a wild weed in the yard that is out of control, and this sentence obviously applies to Noval as well.

In a short period of time, Noval was already very powerful as a king when he raised his head and feet, but when he met his mentor, he suddenly appeared as a prototype.

"Teacher, long and sparse greetings!"

Seeing the majestic Noval slam down in front of Leo with a look of adoration, Durandal felt that something must have gone wrong with his or the world's perception, and suppressed his voice and pointed at Leo and whispered.

"Whether it's those stunned greens in Drifting Snow City, or the king here, which tendon is wrong and will worship him as a teacher?"

The sharp eyes turned and slammed into Durandal's head with lightning speed.

"I hear it all!"

Gently rubbing the bag on Durandal's head, Maye deeply felt that maybe death was some irrepressible nature or some kind of terminal illness for this elf, otherwise why would he do it again and again.

The Land of Sand has changed significantly from the last time, with less tax revenue siphoned off by the Empire for no apparent reason, and it is clear that the merchants who come and go have become more motivated.

In the transaction with the Iron Country, both sides take what they need, forming a good economic cycle, and more money can be distributed to the common people.

Noval knew the intention of the teacher's group, and His Royal Highness Fran could be regarded as his senior sister, and there was no risk in this trial, but recently there were some things that had to be told to Leo first.

"Someone missing?"

"Yes, there are a few people who think they are not other people's opponents, and they go and return, and after asking, they find that some people have embarked on the path of the wasteland but have not yet reached the temple, and there are many children of big families among them, so they have been noticed."

"Maybe you're lost in it?"

"According to the records of ancient books, it should also be a detour back to the starting point."

Naturally, this suspicious risk did not become a reason for a few people to return, as a very famous swordsmanship master in the Eastern Continent, the people of Master Kanda's protection could even ignore the trials of the wasteland road with the help of tokens.

And the Wasteland Road itself is not a forbidden place, you can go through it yourself, but those who have nothing to do are not allowed to enter the temple, with the musket squad guard, plus the one-time Holy Light Cannon of the Eye of the Ancestors as a hole card, Leo doesn't feel that anything can threaten them.

In the wasteland road, several corpses were twisted and lying horizontally, their faces full of fear and unwillingness, "Bill" rummaged through the corpses, and finally found a talisman sticking to the blood.

"Yes, there is finally a winner, and the body is complete"

"Why is it only women who can participate, that..."

"Don't say it!"

Dean obviously wanted to vomit about the big man behind the Wilderness Temple, although he was a human and not of the same race, he still had some diaphragm attached to the opposite sex, but he was directly covered by Bill's mouth.

"Don't say that name, it's said that just pronouncing the name can be perceived"

"How can it be so mysterious"

Although Dean was dissatisfied, he was not trying to say the name, and he was obviously quite taboo.

In the end, Leo still rejected Noval's idea of sending an army to help, not to mention that the army itself could not enter the temple, so flamboyant, although he didn't know what the trials inside were, Fran would be the first to be warned.

And if this musket squad can't deal with the enemy, I'm afraid it can't be dealt with by numbers, just like the Roshan monster before.

The Wasteland Road is said to be a road, but there is nothing to be seen related to the road at all, only a thick fog covers everything, and props such as compasses are completely ineffective in such places.

"Hmm...."

As soon as he entered the fog, Durandal covered his mouth, causing Leo to be on alert.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with this fog? ”

"No, the fog is fine..... but it smells of blood"

"The smell of blood?"

Leo snorted. It didn't smell it, but in the senses of the elves, there was something blood-colored wafting in the thick fog, which was really not very friendly to Durandal, who had just eaten before getting off the ship.

Unlike the walking corpse, this is not the smell of the dead, it is emitted by the corpse of the dead not long ago, and it is not one or two, and the team moves more and more carefully.

"There's someone up ahead!"

Everyone was on alert, muskets were raised, and the hands of Fran and Master Kanda were on the hilt of their swords, and the silhouette in the fog gradually enlarged, but when they approached, they suddenly shrank down, revealing a few small figures.

"Everybody put your guns down!"

Leo is a little inexplicable, kid? Why are there children in such a place?

"Woo..."

The three children cried in a mess, snot and tears wiped their faces, no matter what Leo asked, it was just a strong cry, and he couldn't ask anything useful at all.

"You can't do it, look at me"

Durandal grimaced, and the crying of the three children really stopped, but only for a few seconds, and the howl of the wow was even stronger, obviously frightened.

"Don't be too ugly..."

Leo dragged back the undead elf shame.

Instead, Maye stepped forward, and took out a few pieces of candy from her pocket as if by juggling, perhaps seeing that Maye was not much taller than them, and recognized her as a companion, and did not have the same vigilance as Leo did, and the sobbing voice was quieter.

"The Holy Maiden is gone, and Uncle Priest said this is here, so we're just.."

"Sneaking out?"

The current child is really snobbish, but fortunately, a few pieces of candy were dismissed, and he barely knew from the fragmentary confession that they secretly ran out to find the saint daughter of the Holy Light Church in the land of sand that has fallen.

It's impossible to leave these children here, and it's unrealistic to send them back to this half, not to mention that there may be some unspecified threat hidden in this fog.

"I want to see the saints of these children's mouths, alas"

The children chattered with May about the Saintess, and Fran was surprised by the sudden opening of her mouth.

"You'll be able to see it in a moment, right? But I thought you would have something to say about the people of the Holy Light Cult."

"Maybe, but whether a person is good or bad cannot only be judged by his birth, but by what he does on weekdays, you should say so, right?"

Leo was dumbfounded that he couldn't think of such an orderly word, and it was a miracle that Fran, as a royal family of this era, could think like this, and he was so moved that he wanted to cry.

Master Kanda listened from the sidelines but was not surprised, he was also surprised when he first arrived in Drifting Snow City, craftsmen, scholars, original shadow sects, black ditch rats, old nobles, outcasts, these people who could not come together were inseparable from each other in Drifting Snow City.

Maybe this young man, known as the Callee, really has some kind of hidden magic?

"Huh? Arrived, this is the Temple of the Wasteland? ”