Located on the heights of Fatan City, the buildings of the 12th Empire are full of religious rigor style unique to that era, and from the narrow hole on one side of the bell tower, you can see the seaside scenery of the Fax area, the emerald blue sea horizon is level with the sky, and the long headland and lighthouse go deep into the sea. Juta chose this place for her temporary office because it overlooked the city and its surroundings, but Medisa always felt that she liked the security that the cramped space gave her, and it was said that her room in Fir Collar was such a small room that it looked like a fortress from the outside.

There were many inconveniences in working in such a place, but Métisa, who had always been submissive, agreed, and Oni, the daughter of the Duke of Viero, complained slightly, but did not insist on objecting. At this moment, the sun was born, a thin light spilled into the room, and the long shadow extended with the corner of the table, decorating the side of the table with a dazzling decorated crystal, Metisa frowned slightly, and reached out to move it aside, the crystal was slightly transparent in the sun, casting a scorched yellow shadow on a stack of sheepskins on the table.

It was a letterhead, full of ciphertext, an ancient language that had been passed down from generation to generation by the Silver Elves, and was now taught by the Metisa, and was only spoken by the White Lion Guard.

Oni. Viero and Marjory stood behind her, waiting for the elven princess to read the letterhead, and for a moment Medisa sighed and put down the letterhead, the sunlight made a silhouette for her, and on her side, the dragon rock wooden latticework served as a frame for the view of the harbor, and it was in it, but Fatan had long since forbidden the harbor, and the bay was as calm as a mirror. "What's the matter, Miss Métisa?" After a while, Oni asked. She thought that as she always had done, Medisa would always speak, but this time the elven princess fell into an unsettling silence.

Medisa put down her letterhead and shook her head. "There is no news, and the White Legion is still holding its ground. I let the scouts approach in the direction of the Livia Valley and the Golden Needle Forest, and the silence of them remained unsettling to me. ”

"What about the mountain people?" In the corner of the room, Delphine sat in a wheelchair, and where she was was completely dark, except for a calm eye that shone in the darkness. Lady Silver Dragon stood behind her. Ever since Mithriel rescued the little human girl, he had become more and more appreciative of her mind, and often attended her in the name of observing the sick, and Delphi thanked the former for saving his life, and did not say anything against it.

"That's where I'm worried." Médisa folded the paper and handed it to the two behind her, then Oni and Marjorie passed it to Mithriel before it ended up in Delphien's hands. The prime minister's daughter pinched the sheepskin with her thumb and forefinger, and said nothing. The scar on her face seemed to be carved with a knife, light and dark, and the words on the paper were like gold threads:

The mountain people, there is no change-

"The White Legion, the mountain people of Wallach, this is the force that Constance can use in the Metz region, and now they are holding their forces, what is this strangeness?" The duke's golden eyebrows were full of distress. Just like her complaining tone.

"Is Her Majesty still planning to target Ludwig first?" Marjorie asked tentatively.

"It's impossible," Delphine interrupted him categorically. Her gaze fell back on the lilting page of sheepskin. Silently hesitated, and then said, "Maybe I'm waiting for the opportunity." ”

"What time are you waiting?" Oni asked rhetorically.

"It's possible," Metissa rubbed her forehead, thought for a moment, and explained, "I also think Miss Delphien is right in her guess, the eldest son of the Emperor is in Port Fatan. As soon as he does not die, he will become the remaining pillar of faith of the northern nobles in the temple, and if he breaks through Fatan, the northern dilemma will be solved. It is also because of this that the Duke of Weina has written to us many times to go to the Prancing Horse in the Forest of Favo. Constance would not fail to see this, and the lord was reluctant to move, and he also wanted to set up a battlefield in Fatan-"

"But Fatan is not a good battlefield, although the east is a long and narrow mountain road, but the northwest has a flat and open terrain, and the hills are also conducive to hiding troops, easy to attack and difficult to defend." Marjorie was opposed to the plan, and this was not the first time he had questioned it.

Delphien was dismissive. "Your Excellency has laid out a plan, and what we need to do is how to execute this plan to the best of its ability, not to discuss whether the plan is feasible." She sneered, "I have limited time, so I'm here to hear Miss Métisa's constructive thoughts, and as for the others, please keep your mouth shut." ”

Marjorie's face was rather ugly, but he did not want to argue with a woman, and gave the ugly creature a cold look and said no more. Delphien's words angered Oni on the side, and the eldest duke sneered: "This lord's voice is really catchy. ”

Medisa was also a little helpless when she saw that the prime minister's daughter was full of nature. "Alright, don't make any noise," she interrupted Delphien in a soft voice, knowing full well that if this woman continued to speak venomously, the scene would get out of control, just like the previous times, "Back to the topic, do you have any other ideas?" ”

When Delphien saw that Medisa had opened her mouth, she didn't fight back, but she didn't speak lightly, and the silver dragon lady behind her, Misriel, suddenly said, "Are they waiting for the army on the other side of the Evergreen Corridor?" ”

The army of Jogan and the lionmen.

Except for Delfin, the eyes of several people lit up slightly, but the glimmer of light in Metisa's eyes quickly dimmed. She shook her head and said, "The Dukes' armies are also converging, and every second is of the essence for Constance right now—if she doesn't want to drag this civil war on for years." The lord thought the same thing, he knew that the woman would never wait for years, she would definitely seize this opportunity, how could she possibly wait for the army of Jogandigang and the lionmen to arrive on the battlefield? ”

"She must have other plans," replied Delphien with great certainty, "and that is why we must find a way to make the woman show her tail." ”

"What's your solution?" Ernie said confrontingly.

The Prime Minister's daughter had a dark glint in her eyes, like a she-leopard hunting with her teeth and claws exposed. "Quite simply, the commander of Constance is holding his ground, indicating that the best time for them has not yet come, and we must not give them this opportunity, so that this time will never come - we will take the initiative and attack Ovehin, the Livia Valley and the Golden Needle Forest."

"You're crazy!" The duke's daughter was taken aback.

Marjorie was also taken aback, but the non-commissioned officer of this specialty reacted quickly. A thoughtful look was on display.

Momentisa was slightly stunned, curled up and gently tapped the tip of her jaw that was as smooth as jade. "This plan seems to have a certain degree of feasibility," she said, "as long as it is slightly more polished in the details......

Seeing that these three people seemed to be serious, and she was not good at the military, she couldn't help but hesitate: "Do you need to inform the Earl?" ”

"Of course." At this moment, the elven princess was the commander of the Praetorian Guard who was sitting in the army of a thousand people, and immediately made a decision: "You still need to inform Yuta, without her warrant, you can't move the White Lion Guard." She seemed to realize that there was no one missing, and she couldn't help asking, "By the way, what about Lady Yuta?" ”

“…… She seems to have gone on patrol herself, because she was worried that the information was wrong. ”

Medisa smiled wryly and shook her head. "This lady ......"

……

The valley of the golden needle is like a sea of gray in the shade, and the tall shining silver trees are like soldiers dressed in ash, and the snow-white trunks are erect. The branches twist and climb, and after midsummer, the autumn in the forest is so much that the ground is thick with gray leaves. Several knights rode to an ancient tree, all dressed in full armor and a white lion with shining fur on their shoulder armor. The female knight at the head lifted her mask, her long red hair pouring down from under the metal visor. Revealing a coveted face, her emerald eyes swept over the trunk of the tree, and she raised her spear and pointed at one of them and asked, "What is this?" ”

Wherever the tip of her spear was pointing, the sharp weapon notches on the trunk crisscrossed and singuled strangely, as if it was squirming back to life. Unpleasant.

"It's a secret mark left by the mountain people, my lord," replied one of the knights, glancing at the tree, and with an urn, "the remnants of Wallach have used this set of secret notes for thousands of years to convey information, and only they know what it means." ”

Yuta looked around. The silence in the forest was like a ghost, the cold wind swept through the treetops, and then whispers resounded through the forest, she was not afraid, raised her spear and drew a circle around her body: "This used to be the territory of the mountain people? ”

"Here, and to the north of the Golden Needle Forest, including the Livia Valley, it's all." The knight replied respectfully: "The mountain people have been hiding here for thousands of years, and it is precisely because they are in the north that the White Legion dares to garrison in a dead place surrounded by valleys on three sides like Ovekhin, but with this forest, Ovekhin is the most important strategic point in the south of Khomekhin. ”

"And where are they now?"

The knight got stuck. "This ......," he hesitated, "they were seen going north, and the local hunters said that the mountain people here had begun to migrate in large numbers a week earlier, and now the forest was empty. ”

Juta turned her head, her emerald green eyes glinting with dissatisfaction with the answer. "Why did they go north?" She asked rhetorically, "The mountains of Wallachi are the homeland of the mountain people, why would they leave the land after they got it?" Mel, you are also a mountain dweller, will you leave your homeland? I know the mountain people very well, because I also have the blood of the mountain people in my veins, and they will never leave their homeland lightly. ”

She frowned a little uneasily: "There must be some conspiracy hidden here, the key is, where did they go?" ”

The knight muttered, "...... They went on a pilgrimage, and Rach reappeared in Vajnd. ”

'Rachi' is the sage of the mountain people, and the mountain people have passed down legends about him from generation to generation, and it is rumored that he brought the mountain people out of the minions of the evil god Tadisian in today's Volaka, and the mountain winds around Wallach still carry his name to this day, and the trees occasionally whisper legends about this past. Wallach, in the language of the mountain people, means the hometown of the sage, so it is considered a sacred land by the mountain people.

Yuta took a sip. "The woman who pretended to be a fool," she said Constance, her words full of disdain. "When did the Dark Dragon become the Sage of the Mountain People, although the Miner people once ruled the Mountain People for a while, but at that time they were no better off than now."

The knight shook his head, "I don't know much about that, my lord. He looked ahead, the shadows of the trees overlapping and unsettling, and he hesitated, "Do you want to keep going?" ”

The female knight held up a finger, and the snow-white, blood-lost color, suddenly hit her face. "Shhhh ”

The forest whispered, and the footsteps rustled like insects spreading on the ground.

……

Bai's words finally worked wonders.

There was a moment of silence in the underground round hall, a pillar of light sprinkled on the dome, bright spots of light flying, dust rising and falling, between light and dark, Rorison's undead statue like a stone statue, only the fire of the soul burned vigorously in the rib cavity. A stone rolled down from the broken pillar, making an empty echo, and it rolled to the feet of Bai Jia, and the female knight bent down and picked it up.

Brando turned his head at this point, and he looked at Bai condescendingly, his dark brown eyes narrowed deeply. "Before you talk about the conditions, take out the things."

The white complexion changed. "What's that?"

"You know."

Bai changed his face several times, and finally nodded hesitantly. "Take it!" She took out a gem with a glittering spot like an agate from her bosom and threw it at Brando, who reached out and took it firmly in her hand, it was cold in her hand, but there was a warm feeling inside. There is no doubt that this gem is the most precious thing in the previous life - the Fragment of Rules.

"You know each other," replied Brando, "now I can speak." ”

"What do you want to hear?"

"All."

"But the point is Her Majesty's deal with that—"

Bai's face gradually became gloomy. "If I tell you all, what hole cards do I have? Human, this is not the way to talk about trading. ”

Brando chuckled, if he wasn't familiar with this woman, maybe he had been fooled. He shook his head, not minding, "If you really think so, Lady Tiamas," he said, and his voice lengthened, "Mr. Clote—"

"That's enough—" Shiro almost roared, the dead had long since lost the power to breathe, but her chest rose and fell sharply, as if in anger she recalled her instinct in life, "The key to the deal is in your hands." ”

Brando glanced at the rule fragment in his hand. "In my hands? Of course I know that in my hands, but what benefit can Constance get from it? He was surprised, "I don't think the silver queen is a philanthropist who only wants to give and not reciprocate. ”

"You're asking the wrong question," Bai sneered, "you should ask what Madara can get out of it." ”

Brando spread out his hand, and the agate-shaped diamond sparkled in the center of his palm, and the soft light reflected the pale cheeks. But then he withdrew his hand and frowned, realizing that the question might not be that simple. "What does that mean?" He asked, "Don't sell it anymore, you should know that my patience is limited." ”

"There are a few places in the White Mountains where the sun never rises again, where a new order is generated, and the undead can be strengthened to the greatest extent in that land."

"Land of the Dead Moon." A voice buzzed in Brando's head, and he suddenly thought of a possibility.

……

(PS: It's too late to conceive the plot later, so don't worry.) (To be continued......)