It's the turn of summer and autumn, the valley of the golden needle is full of silver dust, eagle tails, autumn all over the woodland, after noon the sun is shining, through the canopy like a golden curtain, but under this magnificent and intoxicating beauty, there is a twisted and unclean thing. An army of white bones marched through the forest, these pale skeletons like they had been dug out of the dirt, moving slowly, each step of which brought the rusty rings on their bodies rattled, and they wore black swords at their waists, and returned to their scabbards, as the snow-white hip bones swayed back and forth, constantly hitting the metal clasps, making strange and uniform sounds, these sounds gathered together, like waves, sweeping the valley.

As far as the eye can see, there are dense black flat-topped iron helmets and dancing phosphorus firelight, endless, like a gray and white ocean. This sea water poured in from the east of the valley, gradually overflowing the valley, pervasive, engulfing a single living being, and where they passed, the snow-white bark of the shining silver tree gradually dried up, and even the leaves curled up and withered, as if they had been drained of their vitality.

A small group of human knights hung far behind, fully armoured, winged helmets, spears in hand, and the edges of their ornate robes hung down like tassels, clinging to the saddle of the dragon they sat down. These huge wurms were also fully draped, not only wearing a helmet with metal ramming horns on their heads, but also wearing thick cloth cotton armor that would only be added in wartime, the cotton armor was an inch thick, lined with a layer of metal rings and rivets, and the protection was even more than ordinary armor, and most of the exterior was ornately decorated, hanging down to the dragon's curved knees, with a huge white dragon head emblem printed on it.

The relationship between these heavy cavalry and this army of the undead seemed to be very special, and the resurrected skeletons that littered the mountains looked at them as nothing, and they didn't seem to intend to get too close to these products of distorted nature, the two were far apart, and they were separated.

On the other side of the valley, Jutta and her knights put their horses down and hid in a hollow, peering out for a clear view of the scene. The head of the mercenary group had a stern expression. There was a cold light in her emerald green eyes, and she had not never seen what she saw before, in Chablis, in Tonigal. She had seen the march of the undead army, covering the mountains and covering the sky and the sun. She placed one hand on the neck of her warhorse, gently stroking the graceful creature to calm it down, and then turned to the others and asked, "Is that the knight of the White Legion?" ”

"Looks like it's the White Dragon Knight." Mel replied that he had lifted his visor to reveal the face of a young man—Brando's White Lion Guard was generally young, and almost entirely a nascent army compared to the old lion to the north.

Juta grabbed a handful of dirt. Rubbing her gloves with chain mail, she put her hand to her nose, and a strong smell of plants and trees came to her nose. This land is full of life, definitely not a land soaked in negative magic, and these undead are not evoked from the locality. But where do they come from? The most important thing is why they are here, with the White Dragon Knights of the Cruz.

"Crewe, you say, aren't you a wizard, you've been studying with Lord Charles for so long, you should always grow a little." Jutta looked at the other young man. The young man was dressed in cotton armor. It looked like an overcoat, but the surface was tied with cotton thread to make diamond-shaped protrusions, and he raised his collar high, wearing a thick felt hat, his face was flushed, and he muttered helplessly: "I'm a law wizard." Lord Yuta, and I haven't studied black magic, so if you want me to tell you how psychic spells are composed, I can explain them to you, but what do you want me to say right now. I'm not one of those roundworms in the stomach of the Cruz, how do I know what they're doing here? But in my opinion, most of the time it's not good. ”

"If you dare to learn black magic, you don't need to do it Lord Lord, I will be the first to kill you." Jutta replied.

The young man shrunk his neck in fright, and he looked over there as if he had thought of something. "But it's not like I'm not without a little bit of it. The knights hung behind them not as if they were watching the skeletons, but rather protecting someone," he said to himself, "Come to think of it, the skeleton of the necromancer does not need to be monitored, it will naturally obey the orders of the messenger." ”

"You mean the man who wields these skeletons, in the midst of the knights?" Juta interrupted his tirade and focused on the point.

"Not necessarily...... Your Excellency, you know, in the organization of Madara, the corpse witch is generally relied on to control those low-level undead who have no intelligence, and a mid-level corpse witch can only command a dozen skeleton warriors. Therefore, the army of the undead in Madara's army is not as endless as rumored by outsiders, in fact, it is subject to the number of middle and high-level corpse witches in the army, but they are indeed very strong in combat, first, the undead army is not affected by morale, and secondly, the corpse witches command skeletons and zombies like an arm, and their role is like a knight officer in our human army, but they do it better than us. ”

"Talking about—" Juta interrupted him again.

“…… I mean, there are at least a few thousand undead armies here, and at least one necro is needed to control Madara, and those knights don't seem to be able to protect so many people. Of course, there is another possibility, that is, someone used an undead treasure to control so many undead, or that there was a high-ranking undead lord among the group of knights who personally controlled this army. ”

The female knight waved her hand: "The high-level undead lord still needs the protection of these knights?" Don't think I haven't seen the undead lord, there must be an undead treasure in it, where did these Cruz people get such a ghost thing, that queen Xià actually went with the undead? ”

Several young knights cautiously did not answer, Yuta was accustomed to not taking the Emperor of the Cruz people seriously under the subtle influence of Brando and the others, and called him by his name with his mouth closed, but they did not dare to do so, Vaynd thousands of years of imperial dynasty continued, and the majesty of the royal family had long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, not to mention the royal family, that is, a noble lord was high in their eyes. His Majesty, the Emperor of the Cruz, how could he allow a person like them to make irresponsible remarks? Therefore, they can only turn a blind eye to the nonsense of the female mercenary leader.

Yuta didn't care, her eyes flashed in the valley through a few swaying dandelions, and the sparkle in her eyes flowed several times. "It's not like they're going to Fatan, they're going to the north—"

"It's the same as the mountain people." Mel added.

"Crewe," she asked suddenly, "I ask you something, if we go in and take that undead artifact, can we control this army?" ”

There was a sudden silence in the hollow.

Yuta couldn't help frowning and turned her head and looked at a few of her entourage: "What's wrong with you. Dumb? ”

The young men were not dumb, but were taken aback by her whimsy. "My lord, if you want me to be honest, I don't think it's a good idea." Krewe's face turned white: "Not to mention whether we can control this army of the undead, those white dragon knights are all gold-level masters, it's hard to say whether we can beat them, okay, this is actually a euphemism, I don't think there is any chance of winning at all." ”

Juta glared at him angrily: "Cowardly as a mouse, you are also worthy of being called a knight?" ”

"I'm a wizard." Crewe replied aggrieved.

"You're Lord Charles' proudest student."

"But the teacher also said that as a wizard, the first priority on the battlefield is to protect oneself."

"Enough, I don't want to hear any more nonsense from you, shut up-"

The young man had to shrink his neck and say nothing. As an honor student who graduated from the first phase of the Royal Knight Academy and Freya. Mel seriously considered the feasibility of this plan, although he was a mountain man, he was a rare nobleman from the mountain people, and his father was a retainer under the Grand Duke of Viero, so he was quite a status. He was not the eldest son, so he was sent to the royal family to become a knight. But he shook his head anyway and replied, "It's too risky, my lord, do you have any other plans?" ”

Yuta glanced over there: "These undead are definitely weird, and it's not normal for Cruz and the undead to mix together, as scouts." How can we watch them slip under our noses and not react? ”

She waved her hand to interrupt what the young knight was about to say. "Don't worry, I'm not so reckless, when I was the head of the mercenary group, you were still nursing in the arms of the nurse-"

"My lord, I was your subordinate when you were the commander......" Crewe said weakly.

But the mercenary captain ignored him outright, and she continued: "We can't, but we still have reinforcements. He said. She took out a light blue crystal, and in the hollow part of the crystal was a rune that suddenly lit up, and Yuta whispered to it, "Lord Lord, I am Yuta. Me and my men are now in the Valley of the Golden Needle—"

……

In the dark underground, a circle-shaped circle in the round hall was gradually taking shape, and the center of the circle was surrounded by a pile of rubble, and the sunlight shone through the holes in the dome, just shrouding the circle.

Brando silently watched Bai arrange this circle not far away, and while putting down the faint crystal in his hand, the pale blue luster on the crystal gradually dimmed. "It's news from Juta." He whispered to Bai Jia behind him, "That woman didn't lie to us, the Cruz people have already made a move, and she has an army of undead in the Golden Needle Valley moving north-"

Bai Jia withdrew her gaze from the direction where Bai was, and her dark eyes shone with a dark light in the pitch black environment. With her magic attainments, she could see at a glance that Bai was arranging a typical formation spell, and it was related to psychic magic, she was not very worried about Bai playing in this magic circle, so she retracted her mind and thought: "The mountain people who disappeared a few weeks ago and this army of the undead are going to the border of Mehotofen, and they want to trap us in Fatan, they should only be waiting for Bai to do it, as long as Fatan falls into eternal darkness, the undead and the White Army will attack." ”

"We're going to have to speed up, but now Shiro is still under our control." Brando couldn't help but secretly say lucky, if it weren't for this chance encounter, if Her Majesty's plan was suddenly moved, they might really be caught off guard.

"Juta is in the Valley of the Golden Needle, not far from here, do you want to stop that army of the undead?" Bai Jia asked keenly.

Brando glanced at her and nodded, at the moment this army of the undead is very different from the army of the undead of Madara, the army of the undead of Madara's is controlled by the corpse witch group, although he is not afraid of an army of skeletons of several thousand, but it is impossible to kill it, even if those corpse witches line up for him to kill, he will have to cut down for a long time, not to mention that they are still hiding in the army of skeletons all over the mountains. However, this army of the undead in East Mez was controlled by a small number of people using the undead treasure, which gave him a chance, and as soon as Yuta told him about the situation over there, he was immediately moved.

Thinking of this, he raised his head and glanced in the direction of Rorison's undead, although it was Bai who helped his wife to liberate, but the knight's revenant should understand who it should be thankful for, if Bai dared to make a move, it would definitely be the first to strike, not to mention that before his death, he was originally jealous and hateful.

And it was at this time that Shiro finally completed her magic circle.

The Black Knight lady clapped her hands and looked up at Brando with a meaningful look. "I'm done, according to the agreement, I only need the blood of the dark god, and you can get the tablet, my lord, and more secrets of Constance and that person, if you don't mind, I'm ready to start."

Brando gave her a faint look and nodded.

"Sir Rorison." Bai asked again, her voice as empty and hoarse as ever.

The Undead Knight nodded, the golden flames that danced in its eyes burned brightly.

Bai then slowly walked to the side of the circle—the circle she had carved on the ground with the swords of several Dead Moon Knights, half an inch into the earth, forming a deep groove, it was like a contract formed by two opposing moons overlapping each other, and the curved lines were intertwined with each other, forming a thick black shadow under the light—Bai raised his wrist and shook it for a moment before he remembered that he was already an undead. She frowned and set her gaze on Xiang Baijia.

Brando naturally knew what she meant, he grabbed the senior sister who was about to come forward, and replied, "I'll come." ”

"Thank you." Bai replied, his voice so flat that he couldn't hear the slightest hint of gratitude.

Brando is not worried that Bai will plot against her in this link, Bai's main job is a physical profession, although as a silver elf with a long history, she has been exposed to magic all the way during her life and after death, but it is far from being as deep as Bai Jia. He drew the sword of the earth and made a cut in his hand, and the bright red blood overflowed like the most magnificent wine. Flowing down the blade, a string of blood-red beads dripped down the circle.

Brando calculated that he had deducted about twenty-one lives, and then wrapped a thick cloth around the wound to stop the bleeding, and by the time he took it away again, the wound had completely healed, leaving only a shallow white mark.

Seeing this scene, Bai couldn't help but look at him deeply, and he didn't know if it was because of his strong self-healing ability, or because of the blood he had accurately calculated for dedication. Brando did this in order to warn this woman that the ritual of blood sacrifice is required in the magic circle spell, and the number of blood required for each ring is fixed, whether it is out or not enough, it will affect the effect of the spell, and the blood required by this top magic circle of eleven rings is almost exactly exactly the life of a warrior blackjack.

When Bai saw this hand, he naturally understood that Brando also knew the bottom of her spells, and his heart was awe-inspiring.

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