The special convoy slowly stopped outside the gate checkpoint at the Rock Lake Mine.

Several St. Steele soldiers who were responsible for guarding the Rock Lake Mine stepped down from their posts, and in the face of the convoy, they were completely devoid of their usual arrogance.

Although the soldiers still had weapons in their hands, their every move was extremely restrained, and although the expressions on their faces were serious, the corners of their mouths always trembled with the desire to show a flattering smile.

They all recognized the logos on the vehicles, the black sun was the logo of the Black Sun Society, and even the uniform he was wearing wore this pattern.

As ordinary members of St. Steele's army, they have very limited communication with the official members of the Black Sun Society, although they are all smart people who chose to join the Black Sun Society in the first place, but they have not really seen the "big people" in the Society.

And now, a real big man has come to them.

The Soldier had already been warned by the mages in the mine that there would be an important person in the Society today.

This visitor is not only a full member of the Black Sun Society, but he also has the blood of the royal family of St. Steele in his veins—although it is clear to everyone that the so-called royal blood refers to a dispensable distant relationship, but at the moment, it further confirms the "favor" and "concern" of the lost gods for the northern kingdom.

In short, under the influence of these multiple conditions, the caretakers of the Yanhu Mine have shown a "military quality" that is far beyond usual.

The convoy in front of the checkpoint had completely passed through the Black Sun Ritual set up at the intersection, and the strange sculpture that frightened all the soldiers only flashed peacefully twice as the convoy passed.

This means that there is absolutely no problem with the visitor, and like the other Black Sun Mages, it does have the power to be "recognized" by the secret ritual.

However, there is still a process to follow.

The soldiers came to the guarded military vehicle.

The vehicle was black throughout, and on the side doors, the silhouette of the black sun was outlined in shiny gold lines, and as the soldiers approached, the doors were pushed open, and a figure with a black wooden cane stepped out of the car.

This kind of cane is very common in the circles of the nobles of St. Steele, and it can be regarded as one of the essential items of the nobles of St. Steele in public, and there is nothing worth noting.

The one with the cane was a handsome young man.

He must have been thirty years old, and he had an old scar on his face, which had caused some damage to his handsome countenance, and also made the young man's temperament a little sharper and more ruthless.

His hair was the same grayish-white color as that of the royal family of Saint-Steele, and he wore his hair in a ponytail at the back of his head to make it easier to move, which contrasted strongly with the black standard cloak on his body.

A soldier walked forward, but accidentally glanced at the young man, at this moment, he only felt as if he had seen a vicious wolf disguised as a human, in those bloodshot eyes, clearly full of contempt and hostility, the young man's gaze even lingered on the soldier's neck for a moment, as if thinking about the possibility of tearing it apart.

This fierce gaze was so frightening that the soldier couldn't help but shudder, and then he stood in front of the car and didn't continue to move forward, he didn't dare to show the slightest disrespect, so he could only insist on asking, "Who is the visitor...... Baron Feorlando Jetmere? ”

"Of course it's me, soldier."

The gray-haired young man's face was cold, but the impatient tone was already uncontrollable from his mouth: "If you want identification, go to my guard and get it...... If you want to talk, let your chief come, do you hear me? ”

The young man's voice was loud and clear, and everyone present could hear it, so soon, the Black Sun Society mage who had been speaking to the miners in the Yanhu Mine hurried out, he glanced at the gray-white hair in the distance, and then at the Black Sun Secret Ritual that was no different, and then rudely interrupted the original verification process, and just squeezed his smile to meet him.

"Baron Fiorlando......"

"Yes, it's me, the black sun blessing, I'm not late."

The young man's expression finally loosened a little, and as he replied, he looked down at the muddy road and his dirt-stained leather boots, and the muscles in his cheeks twitched slightly.

The roads outside the mine are certainly not much clean, and with the melting snow and ice, the roads are still muddy even after repairs.

"Rest easy, Baron...... Please come with me, although the environment in the mine is limited, all the things that should be there have been arranged, the laboratory, the study and the secret instrument, everything you need can be found. ”

As he was talking, he saw other passengers coming down from a car behind, who seemed to be several attendants, among whom the leader was probably the baron's chief maid, who looked quite young, but was not very good-looking, and at this time, she was directing the other servants to take off the baron's luggage.

"Set up all my people, smack, this mine."

Baron Fiorlando was still very dissatisfied with his environment, but he did not have a seizure, but cursed softly, and walked forward with the mage of the association.

It won't be long before Overwatch City becomes a battlefield, and even if the enemy's army doesn't advance here, their new crystallized cannons will surely be able to envelop Overwatch City in range.

This is an established fact, a fact that any discerning person can see.

The so-called nobles and royals sent here under such circumstances were not destined to be particularly important figures, and the mages of the association knew very well that, in some ways, the other party was actually no different from himself—or even worse, after all, he had a considerable right to self-determination, and had the right to withdraw freely in the face of unstoppable danger.

But the other party obviously does not have these conditions.

As a tool thrown by the royal family of Saint-Steele, the best outcome for this Baron of Fiorlando is probably to completely disappear into the enemy's artillery fire with this rock lake mine.

"It's already a dead man!"

The mage made a judgment with disdain in his heart.

Baron Fiorlando, who followed behind the mage, held his black wooden cane, his eyes constantly scanning the surroundings, but his face became more and more serious, he now looked like a volcano that had reached the brink of eruption.

Fiorlando Jetmir.

Even in the circle of the royal family of Saint-Steele, it is a less important existence.

As a long time ago, he was sent out as a gift from the royal family of St. Steele to the Black Sun Society, and in the face of these precious experimental items sent to the door, those scholars within the Black Sun Society naturally did not show mercy.

At that time, they were at a critical juncture in the study of artificial magic circuit surgery, so it was only natural that the poor distant royal family member Fålandoor Jetmir was the first "promoter" of magic circuit surgery.

After a horrific transformation, the young man, who had fought with his relatives with swords in the past because of his bravery and fierceness, had the ability to mobilize magic.

To be precise, he also mobilized the cold and strange magic of the abyss.

In the process, he was able to meet the ancient gods who had long since departed, and succeeded in receiving the favor of a deity known as the "Mahemoth Hills", and truly became a member of the Black Sun Society.

This experience changed Fiorlando's life forever, and since then, he has become a deeply contradictory individual.

He did not identify with all the existence of Vann today, whether it was the state, the organization, or those individuals, and hatred and hatred were given to him equally, and Fiorlando believed in extreme that it was Vann today that gave him such a sad past.

As for the Black Sun Association, which had brought him endless pain, he did not complain at all, but was full of gratitude, because it was the Black Sun Association that gave him the opportunity to use those "miracle" powers indiscriminately.

And he trusted the god he had glimpsed in the rituals one hundred percent, and he firmly believed that the behemoth hill that had appeared in the ancient Van'n, with its boundless body and reaching to the sky, would finally be able to reappear......

He trusted 100 percent in the power bestowed upon him by the "Colossus Hill", and was extremely contemptuous of all the enemies he had to face until a day ago.

Yes, a day ago.

His pride, his cards, all his self-confidence were crushed into powder in this way, and the whole process was so smooth and fast, almost like the parts of those steam mills that were quickly beaten by the workers.

The soul hidden under Baron Fiorlando's face sighed helplessly.

He really didn't know what to make of this baron's life experience, even if with the help of the mask, he was able to substitute the thoughts and memories of these imitation individuals, he couldn't think about this guy's way of thinking, once he thought deeply, his own consciousness would have a violent conflict with Fiorlando, which would even make the mask useless and make him return to his original form.

As for the so-called "behemoth hills" of the Fiorlando faith......

It wasn't the first time Hug had heard its name, but there were all indications that the deity was probably a short-lived existence in ancient Vain, and that the "Mahemoth Hill" had few traces compared to the Mother Earth Goddess and Karjon, who once dominated the land and the sea, respectively, and that Hug couldn't even find traces of it in the dream shelter.

At that time, this situation seemed to be very common, because when Shug asked the Root of Destiny who were exceptionally capable of "Gou" about this matter, the writhing Root told him that even among the gods, the simple and primitive relationship between "devouring" and "being devoured" also existed, and the so-called Colossian Hill may have existed, but it was also destined to die out completely in the process of the gradual spread of the power of Mother Earth God.

And this seems to explain why Fiorlando behaves so fearfully and powerlessly in the face of the attack of the Running Rat.

This is probably the natural restraint relationship between the hunter and the prey.

As he walked through the gate of the mine, the Black Sun Association Mage who was walking in front slowed down his angle, he smiled at the young man beside him, and then asked, "Baron Fiorlando, according to the original plan, you should also have a battalion of soldiers with you...... Where are they now? ”

"Still in Overwatch City, they are different from us, and they need to rest and resupply."

Baron Fiorlando took a puff of the strange smell that permeated the mines, then he fanned his hands and said, "You should have seen the soldiers after the march, and to be honest, they don't look much better than these miners...... We've got to give these miners some deterrent and can't let them come in bad shoes and torn leather jackets! ”

Hearing this, the Association Mage frowned.

This arrangement was obviously not in line with the original plan, but he had also been informed that the battalion of "sharp-beaked owls" under the command of Baron Fiorlando was indeed now on the watch for temporary resupply, and although it was a clear violation of military regulations for the commander to leave the group and rush first, it was obviously not important for the time being.

As long as Baron Fiorlando arrived on time, he would be able to deliver the mine according to the predetermined schedule.

"I finally don't have to stay here to guide these hopeless fools...... I should be doing more meaningful and important tasks! ”

The mage looked at the two miners in the distance who were trying to pray in front of the Black Sun Ritual sculpture, and let out two strange laughs, he was tired of these stupid and extremely stubborn locals, if it weren't for the fact that the higher echelons of the association didn't like this kind of behavior, he even wanted to expand the range of his previous spell and suffocate all these miners in the night.

Luckily, he didn't have to worry about the mine anymore.

"Baron Fiorlando, I have heard that you have some special ideas about the location and significance of this mine...... Would you like to convert this place into a temporary barracks? Or, as a temporary shelter for artillery? ”

Seeing that Fiorlando raised his eyes, the mage smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I know these things are not for me to ask, in short, these miners are also handed over to you...... They are not very obedient, so I have already taught you a hard lesson, and in the future, they must be very qualified coolies and consumables, for the sake of our eternal black sun, you can use them to your heart's content! ”

(End of chapter)