Just when the demons were fighting a great battle with the northern alliance of Eruin, the army of the Flame Temple, in the quiet harbor of Ampesel, the army of Jorgandegon quickly occupied the entire port, and the harbor guards had already been beaten to pieces by Brando, but they cheapened these creatures from the underground, and under the guidance of the Society of All Things to One, they easily opened the city gates and dispersed the remaining harbor guards, and before nightfall, there was only a sparse resistance left in the entire harbor.

In the pouring rain, a wonderful figure is slowly ascending the spiral staircase of the city building.

Medusa Mecca wore a pristine white linen robe with bronzed scaly skin underneath, and her legs were far more slender than those of a human woman. However, she likes to wrap her python-like tail with copper coin markings around her shoulders to look like a shawl.

She ascended to the rooftop of the tower, parted the chirping harpy, and saw the dying Viscount Begnin. She picked up the other party's wrist and read a byte out of her mouth, and a black huā pattern faintly appeared on the third bone joint of the viscount's left index finger, and she carefully took it to her beautiful prismatic pupils and observed it for a while, before she looked up and asked, "Where did you find him?" ”

The harpies replied in a shrill voice in the language peculiar to the underworld, "Nearby, ma'am. ”

"Why didn't the messenger wake up?"

"The messenger has been knocked unconscious, ma'am."

"Humanity is so fragile." Lesmeka was dismissive. However, she didn't dare to show this kind of feeling, this person was an important figure in the One Society, and the One Society of All Things was a believer in the Dragon of Dusk, working closely with demons, which was not something that inferior people like them could evaluate. She lowered her head, spat out her forked tongue and made a black mark on Viscount Begnin's forehead, and stroked it lightly with her hand. Make a cover for him to keep out the rain.

"Wait until Lord Bruka comes, and you take good care of him. Our enemy this time is the terrible Sanctuary of Fire. The lords also need the One to unearth the artifact for them, and once they have a foothold, 'we' will have a much larger land. Lesmeka seemed to yearn for it, and her beautiful long serpentine hair rose up, hissing and spitting letters.

She looked at the Anlek Mountains in the distance, their undulating shadows shrouded in gloomy dark clouds, and her beautiful eyes reflected the color of lightning, like some kind of fire that had been kindled.

But not far from her, in a leeward place, the two ladies were seriously discussing. "White mist. We were right to leave Viscount Begnin there. Caught a big fish, they really have some kind of conspiracy behind it. ”

Intrigue is almost certain, otherwise everything will not appear here in the One Society" So what, are you going to follow her? White Mist squinted at her. Absolutely. Roman nodded of course.

"With your bumpy tracking level, we'll be spotted in less than a minute. Then you're going to be captured and killed, and I'm going to die. White Mist calmly struck her. Roman couldn't help but show a dissatisfied look, and his small eyebrows hurriedly raised: "Is it that bad?" ”

"It's worse than that."

"Then I have to abandon this plan, White Mist. What do we do next? The businessman's eldest lady was very free and easy to deny the plan she had been thinking about for a long time. It's as if she didn't come up with that plan.

"Think for yourself." White Mist replied lazily.

"I see, Brando, the enemy on the surface, will not be afraid, but intrigue is difficult to guard against, as is the case in knight novels. Besides, Brando looks stupid and deceitful, and we're going to have to dig up the thing they're going to dig out first. Roman immediately came to a new conclusion.

"What are you going to do?" Bai Wu felt that using knightly novels as a model for action was simply a model of negative teaching materials. However, this judgment is quite correct, and she is too lazy to care. To be honest, she didn't even bother to say anything if she could. "Let's go find the sneaky guys first." Roman replied confidently.

"Sneaky guys?"

"I just saw Grand Duke Anlek, didn't that Viscount say that they are also members of that Society?"

"Something like this will be said sooner next time......" Hakumist finally rolled her eyes weakly, this was almost the first move she had made since today that could be called an expression.

……

"Is that you, Babasha?" Brando had recognized the wrinkled old woman as the old witch Babasha, whom he had blackmailed once in Redenburg.

"Witches? Brando. Who is she? Princess Griffiin was the first to react, because witches did not have a good reputation in the human world because of their use of following the Dark Dragon, so they mostly lived a reclusive life. They are shrouded in an aura of evil, mystery, and scheming, and many of Vaughnd's bedside stories are nurture as typical negative human beings.

Princess Griffyin, who grew up in such a cultural atmosphere, is naturally no exception, she only frowned to show that she was very well educated, of course, one aspect was also because the other party helped them once. Not only Her Royal Highness the Princess, but Count Outin also raised his eyebrows slightly, but as a mature nobleman, he was obviously much more urban, and he did not show the surprise in his heart.

"It's me, Lord Lord" The old woman, dressed in a black robe and hiding her wrinkled face under the wizard's hat, bowed respectfully to Brando, "Don't worry, Lord Lord, I have helped my old woman once in the past, and I have made a vow in front of the dark dragon that I will repay it." I'm here to repay my kindness today, and my lord doesn't have to mind. Babasha glanced at everyone with her small eyes and replied.

This is obviously a lie, when did he help her, blackmailing her is almost the same. However, Brando could more or less guess in his heart why the other party would help him, and soon a voice in his heart confirmed this guess: "My king, there is no need to doubt. We are your loyal followers, and at this juncture when history is about to change, the witches of the Winter Kingdom will first fulfill their promise. ”

Sure enough, when Babasha prophesied at Ridenburg that he would bring the return of the Dark Dragon, he only felt ridiculous. But things are unpredictable. Later, he did become the heir to Odin's lineage, but he only got a fraction of it. In fact, he is not a real dark dragon, and I don't know how this old witch found her.

"Humph!" Then there was another cold snort. "Brando, where did you get these filthy allies again, do you really want to be the Dark Dragon?" It's the sound after the wind.

Brando was startled, she didn't expect the Queen of the Wind to speak out at this time, she and Odin are mortal enemies, in other words, one of the great enemies of these witches. He hurriedly looked up, but found that there was no strange look on Babasha's face, so he calmed down, it seemed that Babasha's voice was just a magic effect, and she couldn't spy on what he was thinking.

"This is obviously her coming to the door. What's my business. Brando replied aggrievedly.

"Hmph. Do your own thing, don't get carried away. After the wind, she coldly dropped a word, and then she was silent again. Brando's heart moved: "Lord Queen, I thought you really wouldn't see me for a day today." ”

"You ......"

The elven royal sister gritted her teeth and scolded the pig-headed Brando ten times in her heart, and then made up her mind that she would never pay attention to this guy until the last minute this time.

Brando didn't realize that he had once again offended the sages of the Wind Elves. If he could, he would be enough to be burned at the stake in the Temple by now. "Babasha, how did you know about this qiē?" He asked.

The old witch smiled mysteriously. "The master doesn't have to hide it, as long as the deed on the black prophecy has not disappeared, we witches can read a secret from it. The prophecy of the Black has already predicted that today's Yiqiē will return to the earth. ”

"The prophecy of the Black also says that Madara will rule the earth, and the twelve tribes of witches will move towards unity, and it is not a shadowless thing." Brando's heart was slandered. However, he didn't want to be associated with these people, witches didn't have a good reputation in the mortal world. To be associated with them is to acknowledge the identity of the Followers of the Dark Dragon. Vayland, the followers of the Dark Dragon who came to heaven under the rule of the Four Temples, were the same as the cultists, and they were all characters who were shouted at by the rats crossing the streets. "Could you be mistaken?" He asked.

"No" Babasha seemed to react, and replied humbly, "The master is worried about the identity?" It doesn't matter, we will help you in the shadows, and we will never reveal your identity - at least until the Second Judgment Day. ”

"What was that on Second Judgment Day?" Brando felt that he would sooner or later be half insane talking to these chattering witches. But if Babasha is what she says. The witches were a pretty good boost to him.

Witches and prophets were the first mortals in the world to master the power of magic, and the ancient wizards used guò to develop the magic power of words and language to achieve mortal magic; The source of their power is actually the twelve moons reflected in the dark magic in the sky, so there are twelve different witches walking on the earth in the mortal world, such as Roman's aunt is the eternal witch of the magical moon in the constellation Lyra. And the strongest of the Witch Nation Bunossons is none other than the Winter Witch of the Witch Throne.

Witches have been eroded by dark magic for a long time, so they become eccentric, most of them are evil, cruel and easy to kill, but there are also some good and rational beings, but without exception, they are all followers of the firm order. No matter how different the world may be, it is impossible to deny this, and they are as inseparable as the pagans.

This is the reason why Brando will never be in the same league with all things, but he can accept the Dark Dragon's legacy. For the same reason, he didn't mind Babasha's help, as long as it didn't cause him trouble.

He muttered for a moment, "Babasha, you said that the Kingdom of Winter fulfilled its promise, and you didn't complete the dark canopy alone, right?" ”

"Master, there are a few sisters with me." Babasha replied.

Brando's mind conjured up the same dry faces, and because of her expertise in the magic of darkness, witches preferred to live in seclusion in the wilderness. A small kingdom on the frontier of civilization like Eruin is simply a paradise for them, at least witches like Babasha, who knows more than enough in Eruin.

In fact, Roman's aunt, Aunt Jenny, is a typical example. "How strong are they?"

"Pretty much the same as me, master." Brando looked up and looked at Babasha with a sharp gaze. "Babasha, you said that the Kingdom of Winter will fulfill the promise of the Witch King to the Dark Dragon, and you are not the only one in the Witch Country, Bunozon, right?"

"Of course not, they are just limited to their own restraints and can't come. Hosts, please don't doubt our loyalty. Babasha looked deferential, but a little distracted.

Brando understood it all, he knew that the twelve witches were scattered across the land, and they must not necessarily agree with each other's opinions. Although he is the inheritance of the Dark Dragon, he is not necessarily the only one in the inheritance of the Dark Dragon, and Babasha came to him, obviously to invest in the long run.

This old witch is quite shrewd, but he can't help but be a little disappointed that he really can't look down on the few silver-rank witches at the moment. "Babasha, you don't think your little power can help me, do you?"

"Of course not," Babasha hurriedly said, "But my lord, the power of witches has always been more important than wisdom than strength. Difficulties that cannot be solved by strength can be solved with wisdom. ”

In the last two sentences, Brando and Babasha no longer used their whispering magic, and Count Outin immediately spoke, "In that case, old witch, what kind of wisdom have you brought us?" His tone was not polite, for witches were synonymous with intrigue, cunning, and deceit among the people.

"My lord, we can take you through this area and avoid the harpy's watch." Babasha replied.

"Really?" Brando's eyes lit up slightly, and he asked carefully. "You say you can take us through this area without being discovered by the army of Jogandigan?"

"Exactly."

"Whether it's south or north?" Brando asked.

"Mr. Brando, what do you want to do?" Princess Griffiin was startled, and she turned her head and looked at Brando with wide silver eyes. As if he was going to get to know him again, he looked surprised.

"Positive...... Precisely. There seemed to be a few more wrinkles on Baba's face, and she was thinking about something, but she wasn't lying.

"Babasha, how many people can guarantee that they will pass through this blockade line without being detected?" Brando didn't care about the others, and the line in his mind was getting clearer and clearer.

"No more than twenty people."

"I see" Brando nodded, "Your Highness Princess, the anchor key you gave me can be used to determine the anchor point for the First Royal Fleet of Eruin, right?" How much magic is needed to activate it. ”

"Mr. Brando......"

Griffiin looked at him and whispered, "It's too risky......"