The final preparations for Act 236, the tomb and the female leader

The beautiful cards are gray, moire, gilded, and as thin as a feather wing, with the towering walls of Ludse's Black City painted against the backdrop of a volcano. Brando lowered it, so that the sunlight that had been blocked out could shine through the skylight and cut into a pool of broken gold and sprinkle it on the crimson robe of the wizard opposite.

The Crucible of Adversity in Ekronia

(Paradise of Adversity III)

Any 30

【Enchantment - Lair】

When the 'Crucible' enters, attach it to a land.

Tapp, any 2, sacrificing an Ecronian soldier gives the 'Crucible' two charges.

'As the traveler passes through the Great Plains, the Ludsey Volcano to the north is covered with black clouds and fires all day long.

"...... this?"

"A team of mercenaries found it at the entrance to the dungeon, and they knew my men were looking for something similar, so they sent it over. The dungeon was in the mountains near the Silver Mine, and I suspect there will be more Destiny cards in it. Charles teleported: "This card should be created by a traveling mage named Tracy Man, who is also one of the outstanding traveling mages in the past three thousand years, and he created a dark world called the Ekronian Plains, Adversity of Ekronia, which is a very famous set of black and white cards." This card, which is part of this suit, is used with other cards. ”

Brando looked at his mage attendant, "Why haven't I heard you talk about this before?" ”

"I also learned about it recently, since I was upgraded." Charles shrugged.

"This deck is great?"

"Of course, Ekronia is one of the best traveling mages of all time, and if we can find his legacy, then we will be rich." Charles replied.

Brando is not so optimistic. In the past, there were many dungeons in the area of Safflund, but that didn't change the fact that this was a novice area, and the underground ruins of the rune dwarves in the Silver Mines of Scharfrend were a special case, and it was questionable how much treasure was worth elsewhere.

"You didn't go any further?"

"The mercenaries only penetrated into the vicinity of the entrance, and the rooms behind them were clogged with mud and could not be sustained. It seems that it should be a tomb, and it is not of our age. ”

Enclosed area?

Brando is interested, and closed areas are often dungeons that have not yet been explored, and the first exploration will be rewarding. However, the cards in his hand seem to have formed an indissoluble bond with the tomb, and in the future, won't he want to change to the promising profession of tomb robber?

"Then let's go and see, how did you get here?" The two communicated in their hearts for only a moment, and only Flo knew about being there. The others only felt the hall fall silent, and then they saw Brando raise his head, his gaze sweeping across the hall.

"Naturally, it's a carriage, my lord." Charles smiled slightly.

Brando nodded, and he looked at Karglis, "Karglis." ”

"What's the matter?" Karglis, as always, wandered and looked at him. Brando felt a pain in the corners of his eyes: "As one of the most serious nobles in Eruin, it is a blessing in misfortune that your father did not kick you out of the house. ”

The young man laughed and scratched his head.

"You go and prepare a ship to Ampesel."

"Ampesel's ship?" Karglis reacted quickly, "I'm going to Ampesel? My lord, do you have any orders? He asked, his eyebrows fluttering.

"It's not you, it's me."

"What, my lord, you're leaving the fir lead for Ampesel, why?"

"That's a lot of nonsense, do you go or not?" Brando asked angrily, this guy can be said to be a first-class young man in Tonigel in every way, but he is too lazy to be a headache. He couldn't help but feel a little pity for Sir Mintai coming, and he guessed that the old gentleman was not less angry.

Karglis shrugged: "Go, of course, why not go, this is the lord's order." A merchant ship bound for Ampesel, I understand, and I will tell them that this is just an ordinary group of guests. ”

It was pretty much the same, and Brando looked back at Finney, "You guys like it here?" He had heard the Dryad Girl talking to Metisa. Finney nodded. Dryad shooters are druids who stay in the fir territory for a long time, and they also want to find a suitable place to live.

"But Valhalla isn't big enough."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter around here, my lord." The female elf archer captain said generously.

Her words reminded Brando. The idea of moving the inhabitants of Green Village came to him in his mind, but the Eruin people in the territory were still unable to receive the Senians for a while, and it was not a solution for them to live on the side of the lumberyard for a long time. He gave the matter to the Silver Elf Princess, who was now the commander of the Dryads, and that she had the ability to do so.

After everything was arranged, Brando followed Charles into the carriage, accompanied by Akane and Roman. Akane is not far from him, as if she can find a sense of security by his side. Little Roman is naturally the same, like a little oil bottle.

The dungeon was in a valley, a three-hour journey from Shaflund, and there were no roads nearby. Therefore, the group had to walk through the lush forest for a long time before the emerald valley appeared in front of them. The valley faces north and south, with rolling hills, a stream below, and a few tents scattered in the forests on either side, where a few of the Charr's apprentice wizards and a team of mercenaries are stationed in case the local free adventurers get ahead.

The leader of the group was the young wizard whom Brando knew, whose companion was killed by Grudin, and who came from an aristocratic family, but who had stayed with the charr since his death to learn the art of magic. He had changed his old name, Le Ren, and was now one of the Shire's most illustrious apprentices.

The young man saluted Brando respectfully. Brando had seen him that day, and was impressed by the eyes that burned with anger in silence, but at this moment there was only humility left in the other party.

"My lord, the tomb is at the bottom of the valley, shallow in the mountain, with only a few cobblestone pillars left outside, and the tunnel dug by the mercenaries at that time leads to the underground and connects to the tomb. The tomb road is about 50 meters inward, leading to three longitudinal axis of burial cellars, which are clogged with silt and difficult to enter. I've ordered my men to use detection magic and metal in the outside area, but to no avail. Lelian said in a coherent and clear manner.

This is a talent, Brando couldn't help but be a little surprised, it was easy to find a dozen experienced mercenary adventurers in Tonigel, but there were very few people with good minds and knowledge, these people were either monks of the temple or nobles, and it was a blessing not to cause trouble for him.

As he listened, he looked up and looked around at the valley stream, where the rising water should have reached them during the rainy season, so he judged that the sediment in the tomb was probably the silt of the river. However, he didn't care too much about Lelian's statement, that fate cards could not be detected by magic, and only could be sensed by traveling mages.

"Didn't you dig up the mud?"

"No, my lord, it's just that there's a magical shield behind the silt, and we can't disassemble it after all kinds of attempts." Lelian replied with some embarrassment.

"Magical protection?" Brando became interested, "Take me to see it." ”

"As you wish, my lord." The young man replied with a stoop.

The entrance to the tomb was at the other end of the camp, and the group walked through the camp, and the mercenaries in the camp all looked at Brando with admiration. They knew that the young lord was a man who was not afraid of power, and dared to confront the Earl simply because of his promise to a little girl.

As for Count Jean Denier's reaction - the children of the great and small nobles waiting to be redeemed still crowd the dungeons of Fir City, and his deeds of killing two golden swordsmen of Count Jean Denel with two swords on the battlefield have long spread throughout the kingdom.

This is the real man, seeing Brando at this moment, no one thinks so.

However, to Brando's surprise, he actually saw the female mercenary captain in the camp. The red-haired and blue-eyed Juta wore a white shirt, tight trousers that framed her lower body, a wide belt, and long riding boots, like a female pirate.

She tied her horse to a tree and tossed her long waterfall-like hair back, slightly startled when she saw Brando.

"Ah, the mine is so boring, I heard that a tomb was found here and wanted to come and take a look, but I didn't expect to be discovered the first time I was idle, I was really unlucky." Yuta looked left and right, some of the mercenaries were still her men, "But your prestige is getting higher, lord." ”

Brando coughed, the female mercenary captain was too hot, she was wearing a shirt, almost half of her snow-white plump hemisphere was exposed, almost torn clothes, not to mention him, Charles finally took his eyes off the 'ravine'.

"It's exciting." Charles couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief in the psychic communication.

Brando couldn't laugh or cry, but most of his men were dressed in a mess, and the mercenaries and adventurers were still in the same way, and now that he was so prestigious, it was time to unify his uniforms. The military uniform of the Eruin Kingdom was dark blue, and the lord's private soldiers had their own habits, usually taking the color from the family crest, but Brando had other ideas.

He nodded to Yuta: "It's okay, since the girl group leader is interested, how about together?" ”

"It's better to be respectful than to obey," Yuta smiled slightly: "But your lordship is too polite, I am willing to be a knight of my lord, you can call him by his name." ”

Brando looked at her, knight? Retainers? He vaguely felt the deep meaning of Yuta's words.

The female mercenary captain looked very free, since the defeat of Denel, she had completely surrendered, and being able to follow a good lord was the dream of every mercenary. Although she didn't know what Clenthia and Fern were thinking, they must have been the same.

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