"So this place is called Rosalin, and Madara is to the northwest of it? How far is it from Jiufeng? ”

Sitting on a carriage that had fallen to the ground, Brando took the water bag from the respectful guard, and took a sip, the water mixed with the sweet taste of spirits, with the aroma of a certain blade of grass, which soaked into his dry throat, which seemed to burn, and immediately lifted his spirits.

He didn't drink alcohol in the past, but his habits changed a lot when he came into this world, and according to St. Osor, it was a change from a boy to a man. He scoffed at this argument, because he knew that a certain elven lady was actually a heavy drinker, and it was just a pretext for her to express her stance on alcohol.

Brando's gaze looked into the distance, the night was as cool as water, and the breeze blew through the scattered caravan camp on the banks of the Chusanze River, with a hint of gloom.

The goods on the carriage were scattered all over the ground, and the guards had to find a way to pick up the black crystals from the ground one by one, and gather the carriages that were not damaged - but even if some of them were temporarily repaired, what was left was still more than one-third of the original, and a large number of black crystals could only be piled up on the ground, like a small mountain.

The dark, dull surface shimmered dimly in the firelight.

He already knew that these people were merchants on this road, and in many places in Vaind there was no difference between merchants and robbers, and in civilized areas they behaved in good manners, but once they were in the wilderness, there were things that happened from time to time, and no one could control this.

The temperament of these people is obviously not someone who has never done this kind of thing.

According to them, they traded back and forth between Rosalin and Tomro, mainly with the undead, the spirits of Madara, who could also name the Black Rose of Blomanto. But according to their description, this is the south side of the Sea of the Dead Moon, but they don't know where it is.

This place should be close to Jiufeng, but he didn't know anything about the place name Rosalin, and he didn't know anything about the Swift Plains across the Wagtail Strait. All Brando knew was a name and a lot of legends.

The Land of the Nine Phoenixes has trade relations with Eruin, Cruz and St. Osor, but the geographical distance between the two sides is too far for the fleet to reach once in a year and a half, and more importantly, there are no players in the Nine Phoenixes.

This should be south or east of Madara, but I don't know what Tomro is, as described as a territory ruled by a dark noble, the lord is a human dark noble, but not a necromancer. It's about a human Black Knight type of character.

The spirit of Madara's spirit was shaped by the vast Dead Moon Inland Sea, and to the west and north of the Sea of the Dead Moon the Undead established fourteen great realms, of which and of the lord Brando. But on the other side of the Sea of the Dead Moon, the situation is different, and even the undead themselves probably don't know where the border of the Black Rose of Bramanda is in this direction.

It may be somewhat inaccurate to use the word homeland, since in the empire was really established. This dark realm is a loose concept, with the undead lords working in their own way. Their territory may extend to areas where civilization has never set foot in it, but they lack real management of these lands.

Even the Imperial Supreme with the mercury staff in hand probably didn't know if there were exiled undead lords in the countless wildernesses south of the Sea of the Dead Moon, so it was only natural that Brando didn't know much about the place.

It's like he's never heard of the Rose Frontier, the Bone Field, and the war between the undead and the Crystal Clusters. As well as all aspects of the history that happened on this underworld, what people know is limited by their horizons after all, and they have limits.

It was the mention of the undead and the Crystal Cluster, what they call the strange war, that reminded him of something.

Historically, during the Second War of the Black Roses, the High of Madara, who had been through a long battle, had drawn mercenaries from the Dead Moon Inland Sea to participate in the war. It causes a lot of trouble for the players of Eruin, but very little is known about them.

Now it seems that these dark mercenaries should be from the Bone Field, this news made Brando a little excited, since the will of the mercury staff can affect this place, it means that it is not too far from the core area of Madara.

It's just that whether you want to pass through Madara, or take a boat back to Vaynd by Jiufeng, this still needs to be considered.

After all, he didn't expect the space-time rift to teleport him to this remote area in Amber Sword.

He raised his head, and his gaze fell on the caravan leaders who were a little in awe of him—or rather fearful—he already knew that the other party was called Na Xin, and not far from the other party, there were two people of the Nine Phoenix, one surnamed Liu, the others called Mr. Liu, and the other little girl was called Huanghuo.

Phoenix Fire.

This is the surname of the Nine Phoenix Imperial Family, and Brando still knows about this, because Echo's fiancée Yura is also a descendant of the Jade Phoenix Clan, and the original name of the blind girl is called Phoenix Yu, which is not a secret in later generations.

And these two people are not simple, Mr. Liu should be the little girl's guard, both of them have the strength of elemental civilization, and the former has already touched the threshold of the side of truth.

Such a person is second to none even in countries like Cruz and Faenzan.

And the little girl looks even more childish, but she has also stepped into the realm of elements, this talent really shocked Brando, you must know that he himself is open the system plug-in, ordinary geniuses want to set foot in this field at least more than thirty years old, the historical king of fire Geert and this little girl called Phoenix Fire is nothing.

How could such a person be an unknown person in history, but he knew too little about Jiufeng, so he could only secretly pay attention to the other party.

However, he is a little strange that the talent of Phoenix Fire should be a chosen one, but the latter has no flaws: the intelligence is also normal, and the emotional intelligence is also very high, although there is some super-age calmness, but if this is also a flaw, then Martha is too eccentric.

With this doubt in his heart, he turned his gaze to the others. With his current strength, he can see through the strength of this caravan at a glance above and below Silver, which is not worth mentioning in his eyes, but it is a bit dazzling when put next to a smuggler.

The level of strength above and below the silver level is enough to become a knight and a close minister of some lords, even in several empires, you can become a mercenary with status, and even in the regular legion, there is no problem in seeking a position as a team deputy, there is really no reason to become an outlaw.

In other words, if it weren't for the special nature of this caravan, it would only mean that the average strength level of the Rosalin region might even exceed that of the Empire.

Of course, Rosalin should not seem to be a relatively prosperous area among these populations, and the population is not large, and similar places can also be found in Saint-Osore and Cruz, because the people are still martial, and the level of strength may be far higher than that of Tongji.

However, Brando heard some clues from the description of these people, Rosalin and the Swift Plain are across the Wagtail Strait, which actually has little connection with Madara and is more deeply influenced by the Jiufeng culture, but this marginal area is much more barren than the Swift Plain.

What does this mean, it shows that the strength of Lord Rosalin is actually not comparable to that of the other lords of the Swift Plains, otherwise the latter would have no reason to stay in this place where birds do not lay eggs. And after his inquiry, it was learned that the lord's ancestors had migrated across the strait to this place one hundred and seventy years ago.

As for why they migrated here, the reasons are self-evident.

But this was far from over, for Brando knew from Nasin's description that the Swift Plains had not yet reached the borders of the Nine Phoenixes, and that the strife in these fringe areas seemed to the rich and powerful Nine Phoenix people to have little to do with them—not because of arrogance and pride, but because they posed no threat.

Hearing this, Brando had a bottom in his heart about Jiufeng's strength level, and he thought to himself that it was no wonder that the undead did not expand to the east, after all, Mardala's bone frame was not a brainless zombie.

But Na Sin's words made him feel a little troublesome, Rosalin and the Swift Plain were across the sea, but the Swift Plain was not within the territory of Jiufeng, if the distance between the two was too far, then he had to carefully consider the feasibility of taking a boat from Jiufeng back to Vainde.

Seriously, he didn't really want to return through Madara, and aside from the emotional factor, the hostile attitude of the undead towards the living was also a problem. Moreover, it would obviously take far more time to prepare and take than to cross the land of the Dead Moon by land, and he didn't know how many dangers he would encounter, and even if he wasn't afraid of them, he knew that the Second War of the Black Roses between Eruin and Madara was imminent.

Not to mention that he didn't know how long the seal that Miss Tata and the others had sacrificed their lives to complete would last, and he was so anxious that he could waste too much time on the road.

Seeing him sitting in the carriage with a slight frown, the others didn't dare to speak for a while, and they hadn't even asked about Brando's identity until now, because the strange corpses scattered all over the camp were the best proof of this young man's identity—

It was nearly a hundred strange heads, all of whom died under the young man's sword. Recalling that scene, the guards in the caravan did not know whether they were dizzy or frightened.

…… (To be continued......)