Hearing Sölderlin's words, Gawain's first reaction was to be taken aback: "Cut down by the cultists? You crossed the border of Typhon once, and instead of being discovered by the Typhon defenders, you were cut down by the cultists? ”

"A lot has happened...... Toldlin sighed slightly, "After seven hundred years on the continent, there are still unexpected things happening......

"You sit down first, drink and rest," Gawain asked Sölderling to sit down and rest quickly, while frowning at the dark red blood stains on the other party's clothes that had dried up - Mr. High Ranger somewhere got a black cloak and dark brown coat that wandering adventurers often wear, neither of which was damaged, but he could see the marks of blood oozing and drying, which indicated that the other party's wound had probably not healed for a long time, "Amber, go and call Pittman- Let him bring an ointment to cure the toxin. Don't ...... from the window."

After Miss Half-Elf pushed open the window and went straight to the southwest with a black light, Gawain took his gaze back from the window, and he stared at Thorderlin's eyes: "With your strength, how can you hurt to such an extent?" What kind of cultist are you encountering? ”

"All things will die," Thorderling smiled wryly, uttering a name familiar to Gawain and a headache, "I've been calculated...... While on my way to the Magnificent Wall Monitoring Station, I encountered a silver elf druid who claimed to be Berna, a ...... disguised as a cultist."

The High Ranger told Gawain how he was attacked by the cultists in a few minutes, and after he finished speaking, he couldn't help frowning and added: "To be honest, I'm a little uneasy, although the fallen druid organization of the Society of the End of Everything has always been active, their main destruction and activities are limited to the human realm and some mountain kingdoms in the western part of the continent, and they have never put their hands on the head of the silver elves...... This time, there is a cultist who has reached at least the highest level of the Dead cultist who has infiltrated the elves' monitoring station, and I am worried that they are plotting something that is not good for the Silver Empire, or even the Great Wall......"

Gawain pondered and said, "Have you reported the situation to your home country?" ”

"Of course," Thorderling nodded, "I went back to the monitoring station after forcing the other party back, and reported the situation, the Elven Court has already known and said that it will immediately launch an investigation, but you also know that with the cunning of those cultists...... Their true purpose is often hidden in layers of disrupted actions, and I'm afraid that in the end, we won't be able to figure out what those brain-wrecked guys are trying to do, until they cause damage...... Originally, I was going to recuperate at the monitoring station, but I was worried that the cultists would take follow-up actions against Ansu, so I rushed back first so that you could know about the situation. ”

Speaking of this, a look of hesitation suddenly appeared on Sölderling's face, and Gawain immediately noticed this: "What else have you discovered?" ”

"I don't know if it's a delusion," Thorderlin shook his head, "I always had a feeling of being targeted when fighting that cultist, and she seemed to know my fighting style and habits well...... If I hadn't brought some equipment with me that was beyond her expectations, I am afraid I might not have come back so completely. ”

Gao Wen's eyebrows suddenly raised: "Could it be your acquaintance?" ”

"I'm not sure," Thordrling shook his head, "the other party used another body and face at the time, it should be a fallen god similar to flesh fusion or devouring, which makes it impossible for me to sense her true aura at all, and many fallen druids are keen to use flesh and blood spells to reshape their own flesh, even if it is really some 'acquaintance' standing in front of me, I will definitely not recognize it......"

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door, and after the door of the study opened, Gawain saw that in addition to Amber and Pittman, Hetty and Rebecca were actually outside.

"We met on the road!" Rebecca was the first to shout, "I heard that Mr. Ranger is back, so I'm coming to see it!" ”

This girl's curiosity is always strong, and Gawain is not surprised by this, he just glanced at Hetty with a little curiosity: "It's rare that you will follow Rebecca to join in the fun." ”

Hetty didn't answer, just smiled gently, and shook the staff with blood grooves and eight clashing horns in his hand quietly, and Gawain suddenly knew in his heart: this eldest granddaughter is Rebecca's limiter......

"I'll see how you're doing first," Pitman said as he walked towards Thorderlin as he entered the house—although he usually wanders around the territory all day long fooling people into telling fortunes and selling fake medicines, he is still very good at prioritizing at this time—mainly because if he can't tell the difference, he is easy to be slapped on the wall by Gawain, "Anyway, are you allergic to the ointment made of withered blood vine?" ”

Sölderling shook his head as he cooperated with the untying of the clothes near the wound: "Three hundred years ago, I was allergic, but now I am cured. ”

Withered Blood Vine is a potion ingredient commonly used by human druids, which is effective in neutralizing toxins in the blood and removing toxin-infested flesh, but half of the Silver Elves are allergic to this herb, so Pitman asked specifically to prevent the side effects of the ointment he brought.

"There are some allergies that can be 'cured' by developing adaptations through exposure to allergens, but it's better to be cautious if it's not necessary." Like a conscientious physician, Pitman began to examine Sölderlin's wound as he explained the matter.

Beneath Sölderlin's clothes was a wound that had been infested with the toxin for many days and had not healed to this day, the flesh there was an abnormally dark purple-red color, and there were signs of dehydration on the edges, but the blood oozing from the wound was bright red.

This strange "infection" is clearly influenced by magical forces.

After checking for a moment, Pitman glanced up at Sölderlin, "You're not bad. ”

"The strength almost died under the toxin a long time ago," Salderlin smiled, on the one hand to Pittman, and on the other hand, to explain to Gawain, "The fallen druid of the Society of the End of Everything is indeed very powerful, I originally wanted to exchange injuries for injuries to keep the opponent, but I didn't expect it to be cost-effective at all...... After the trials of the Gondor Wasteland, most of the survivors were highly resistant to toxins, which made me paralyzed. ”

"Many of their poison spells have both curses and elemental erosion, and simple poison resistance is not very effective," Pitman shook his head, "Fortunately, you are a high-level ranger, and your body is extremely self-healing, and you have already neutralized most of the poison on your own, so it should be no problem for me to deal with it for you." ”

Thorderling silently watched as Pittman took out the magical dust, leaves, ointment and other things from the wooden suitcase he carried, set up a small druid purification altar on the spot, and then began to use spells to dispel the remaining cursed poison in his body, he felt that the corrosive things in his body that had tormented him for many days were fading at a very fast speed, and he couldn't help but say: "Your ritual spells are very powerful." ”

"I'm good at ritual druid spells," Pitman said casually as he sprinkled the last handful of mana dust on the floor that had been painted with ointment and was spontaneously combusting under the influence of mana, "This method of casting spells is more effective, but it also requires more spell materials, so don't forget to give me the material money when you go back." ”

"Don't worry, I still have the money for this material," Thorderling said with a smile, "but then again, the term 'ritual magic' is really old, and only a few druids of the classical sect still use it, right?" Modern-day druids have merged ritual and sacrificial spells into 'ritual spells'......"

"I'm from the Ancestral Reincarnation Sect," Pitman said with a smug face, the wrinkles on his face squeezing out flowers, "So the spells and ointments here are absolutely authentic, and you can't buy them anywhere else......"

Before he could finish speaking, Rebecca next to him interrupted: "Hey, weren't you still the heart of the forest last time?" ”

"He's also a nature spirit," Amber waved her hand, "don't trust him, this old guy has read all the books of the Druid faction in order to cheat money, and when the time comes, he will be the one who the customer believes......"

Thorderlin was not very accustomed to the strange rhythm beside Gawain, and immediately looked a little embarrassed, but fortunately, Gawain took the initiative to continue the topic: "Aside from meeting cultists, is there anything else you want to report?" ”

"I was about to say," Thordrin nodded immediately, he looked around the room to confirm that all the leaders of the various divisions of Cecil's Territory were here, and said with a serious expression, "I have information that Winterwolf Castle on the border of Typhon has also been attacked by aberrations. ”

"Winterwolf Castle?" Gawain frowned, "If I'm not mistaken, it's the fortress where the Wendell family is stationed...... Now in control of Winterwolf Castle should be Andresa Wendell, the young wolf general. ”

"Yes, I was in her army before," Thorderling nodded, "The difference between the attack on Winterwolf Castle and the attack on Cecil Territory should be only a few days, and given the distance between the two places and the speed of movement of the distortions, I suspect that the same group of monsters split into two ...... in the Dark Mountains."

Gawain looked at Amber, who took the initiative to say without waiting for him to speak: "At present, the Military Intelligence Agency has not reported - our intelligence network has just barely been distributed to all parts of the southern border, and there is no spare strength to infiltrate the eastern border and further Typhon for the time being. ”

Gawain nodded, he also understood that the construction of the intelligence network was not overnight, even with the assistance of such a commercial network and the invincible alchemy potion business, it was not so easy to set up the stall of the Military Intelligence Bureau.

"I'm afraid this news has already been sent to the desks of Francis II and Typhon, the emperor," Hetty is also a quick-thinking person, and unlike Rebecca, she is also very sensitive to the situation after dealing with various aristocratic forces all year round, "Ancestor, I am afraid that the situation between the two countries will change." ”

"There will be new news before the end of the Recovery Month at the latest," Gawain nodded, turning to Amber, "Intensify the training and dispatch of new operators, and pay attention to gathering news from the direction of the Plains of the Holy Spirit, if I guess correctly, before resuming diplomatic activities, Francis II will first make a move on the country." ”