Hundreds of thousands of hectares of fertile fields in Sagakogne are rolling. If the provincial traveler is lucky enough, in the autumn to Sagacony, you can see the golden tide that can not be seen at a glance, except for the blue sky and white clouds, all the colors are covered by the golden wheat waves, even if you ride a fast horse for a week, you can't get out of this golden land, the heaven and the earth seem to exist only heavy wheat waiting to be harvested, boundless like heaven on earth. I have never heard of such a scene anywhere in the Kingdom.

But it is a pity that people who have come from the underworld or from all over the kingdom have not had the opportunity to see this spectacular scene this year, because the war between the wizards and the three major city-states has affected more than one-third of the total land area of Sagacony, so all that everyone can see within a hundred miles of the Dark City is the yellowed grass and the ugly craters caused by the aftermath of the battle, and they will only subconsciously think that the legendary wizards are all barbarian groups living in the wilderness......

But they didn't know that the network of galloping roads crisscrossing the territory of Sagacony alone had surpassed the highest level of roads in the entire kingdom of Tasylvania, from east to west, from south to north.

Herman led Vera out of the West Gate on a Mingetail, the gate to the hinterland of the Wizarding Order, and only Knights were allowed to pass through, so he was not afraid of being discovered.

Even if anyone saw him go out of the city, they wouldn't think of going anywhere else, and besides, he deliberately had everyone disperse and converge at the junction of the gallop ten miles away from the Dark City.

The night breeze is blowing, the stars are hanging low, the birds and beasts are silent, and the world is vast and boundless.

Needless to say, the scorpion-tailed tiger is also not afraid of nocturnal horses.

When everyone joined together, the colored circle of light above the fortress of light could be faintly seen in the distance.

Barron looked excited and shouted, "Finally the fuck came out, chasing chickens and dogs in the city every day is about to suffocate me to death." Herman, after this operation, you should be able to have a fat year, right? ”

William smiled: "I've been thinking about the New Year so early, be careful not to capsize in the gutter." ”

Moore also said: "William is right, and it cannot be taken lightly. ”

"Hey, don't be so serious, of course I understand the severity, but it's rare to take action, and I'm inevitably happy in my heart." Glancing at Vera sitting in front of Herman, Barron smiled, "Besides, there are talented people in charge, what are you afraid of?" But then, Miss Vera, what kind of magic are you good at? ”

Vera replied, "Plant magic, my talent is called Rooting and Sprouting, which can instantly induce plant seeds to ripen quickly. ”

The reason why she is here is because Herman is worried that the Tazan family will also send wizards, so he asked her to help with a thousand power stones and an equal share of the spoils.

This price is definitely low compared to the wizards of the Wizarding Society, but it is already a sky-high price for Vera. After all, in the dark world, the crystal nucleus of a third-order demonic beast is only at this price, and it is not even considered a trophy.

So she agreed without even thinking about it.

Barron snorted and said, "Isn't this the same direction that Lord Holt is good at?" It's just that she uses witchcraft, and Miss Vera relies on talent. ”

When everyone heard this, they all looked at Herman with strange eyes.

Fortunately, Vera couldn't see the eyes of these people clearly in the dark, otherwise she would have noticed something.

Herman ignored the bickering of a few people, took out the map, confirmed the route, and ordered: "There is not much time, let's go immediately, we need to arrive at Devil's Ridge before the 25th, and I will slowly explain the details of the mission on the way." ”

Devil's Ridge is a forest on the edge of Tulip Province, which is the border between the kingdom's forces and wizards. Hawkins suggested that he choose to do it here, both for time reasons and to facilitate evacuation afterwards.

It is nearly 3,000 miles from Dark City to Devil's Ridge, and it is now August 20th, and the eighth team will have to arrive at least in the early morning of the 24th before they have time to survey the terrain and set traps. Herman asked Vera to make a move, but she also wanted to use the blood demon vine in her hand, this thing can even be sucked dry by the third-order tiger king, and even if she has the earth knight Herman on the other side, she is not afraid.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that Vera's method of spawning plants was not witchcraft or magic, but talent.

Rooting and sprouting? It's very apt.

The group quickly disappeared into the night, and Herman's whisper was heard in the wind.

"Don't talk about Vera's talent...... And you, don't just tell people about your talent in the future. ”

The first sentence is addressed to the team members, and the latter sentence is addressed to the witches, in a stern tone.

Everyone knew the seriousness of the matter and agreed, but the girl in the green dress was ignorant and wondered: "Why?" ”

Herman said: "Talent is often a wizard's last hole card, and if it is known by the enemy, it is easy to target. ”

"But once you do it with someone, isn't it easy for people to see it?" The girl continued to ask.

Herman was silent for a moment before he said, "What others see is not the same as what you voluntarily admit." Moreover, once the talent is used, it means that there will be no death, and no matter who falls, it will not matter if the talent is exposed. ”

Even the most familiar members of the Wizarding Guild would not ask about each other's talents. Even if you ask, you won't get an answer. Even if they answer, they may not be true.

Of course, Howard's kind of god-like talent that can be recognized at a glance is a different matter.

And Howard doesn't have to have only one talent.

Vera understood, leaning back slightly: "Herman, you are really a good person." ”

Herman tugged at the corners of his mouth, but didn't answer.

The knights' hearing was so high that even the faint breath of the wind could detect it, and they didn't know for a moment how they felt when they heard the witch praise the murderous captain.

On the east side of Devil's Ridge, the forest is lush and green, and a few beast roars are heard from time to time.

The avenue is wide and winds through the mountains, but on both sides are vast plains, and the Devil's Ridge is clearly separated from the secular realm and the wizarding realm for more than ten miles longitudinally and hundreds of miles horizontally, and it is difficult not to make Herman wonder if this mountain range is the work of a wizard mentor.

In the early morning of the 24th, the eighth team, which had been sleeping all the way, finally arrived at their destination, and in order to avoid possible eyeliners, they ended up a day later than originally planned. I had plenty of time to get nervous all of a sudden, but I couldn't help it.

"Moore, you arrange for someone to scout the surrounding environment, and if there is a possibility of disturbing the bandits or something, you can clean them up. Barron, you take two people to protect Vera and set the trap, and I'll go ahead and see where the kamikaze chamber convoy is. ”

The manticore-tailed tiger comes and goes without a trace, and the unique agility and agility of the feline make it not leave a trace on the ground even if it weighs nearly half a ton and takes an adult with it, plus it is as fast as lightning, it is a better mount than a moss-stepping lizard.

Of course, it is more than ten times more expensive to raise it.

"Be careful." Moore instructed, and everyone went their own way.

Herman walked along the avenue, shuttling through the lush woods on both sides, and any fierce beast in the forest that smelled the breath of a second-order demonic beast had already avoided it in advance.

He soon came to the edge of Devil's Ridge, to the west of Tulip Province.

An avenue continued to stretch far away, and Herman, no matter how good his eyesight was, could not see too far in the pitch darkness.

However, what made him strange was that although there was not even a single piece of abandoned farmland belonging to Tulip Province, the crops in the fields were sparse and green, and the harvest was very bad. It was very different from the golden sight he had seen in Sagacony when he came out.

"Could it be that the breed of wizard collar is better?"

Even if he had never planted a field in his previous life, Herman knew that under all equal conditions, the better the seed genetically, the higher the harvest.

Among the various professions of wizards, the apothecary is the kind of person who has the ability to improve the genetic variety of plants, even the lowest-level microscopic apprentices, have a certain ability to optimize plants, and this ability is reflected in the fact that they can observe the degenerative genes of the hybrid results after crossing plants through physical means, so that they have a chance to eliminate them next time; Daniel Clyde is currently at this level, and although he is only a Level 4 Apothecary, he does have the ability to improve plant varieties.

As for the higher-order Heart of Herbs, this term is not only a title symbolizing the professional level for pharmacists, it is also an ability to manipulate plants, which can easily resonate with plants, and cultivating better grains with higher yields per mu is just a piece of cake.

And the most senior apothecary, as the name suggests, is a master figure who can create magic potion recipes and cultivate new magic plants, even if not a few can be found in the entire Norman Rhine continent.

Herman didn't believe that the vast kingdom of Tasylvania couldn't even find a pharmacist with the title of Heart of the Herbs, and he preferred to believe that these secular nobles didn't care about the lives and deaths of the people.

Autumn nights are cold and lonely, and Herman sits still like a sculpture on the back of a wide tiger. This was the last dense forest, and he could have continued without the Manticore, but this beast was so eye-catching that he could only stop here one last time.

Herman was patient, and the beast under his crotch lay motionless on the ground.

In the early morning, when the bodies of a man and a beast were wet with mist, and their hair, earlobes, and even eyelashes were covered with dewdrops, the sound of heavy horses' hooves and the clatter of heavy wheels crushing on the dirt road could finally be heard at the end of the fog-shrouded avenue.

A convoy is coming.

Herman's eyes lit up.

But he wasn't sure if it was the kamikaze Chamber of Commerce's convoy until two heroic knights wearing plain white moon armor and white cloaks broke through the morning fog and came into view, and the outfits were none other than the knights of the Resurrection Guardian Order.

"Tut-tut, I actually invited the Holy See Guardian Group to escort it, it seems that this batch of treasures is worth a lot of money."

The Guardians were originally the gatekeepers of the gods, and they were supposed to be in the depths of the pagan battlefields or monasteries, devoting themselves to cultivation and not caring about the world, but now they are willing to even do the business of hire, and it is clear that they have broken the vow they made when they gave up everything to join the Guardians. Re-stir into the billowing red dust.

Herman wondered, if the gods had spirits, why would they turn a blind eye to such an act of infidelity or even blasphemy. Could it be that no matter how devout the faith may be at first, it will eventually be polluted by the world? Will followers of the goddess end up doing the same?

It's a pity that he didn't ask now, otherwise the goddess would have given him a perfect answer: pious faith and worldly desires are not incompatible, and the gods do not necessarily require believers to be saints with pure hearts or even no desires, they only care whether you recite His name sincerely and honestly carry out His Word.

Herman leaned down and leaned into his mount's ear and said, "Slowly step back and don't alert them." ”

A man and a tiger quickly disappeared into the depths of the dense forest, and the knights who came to explore the way did not find any clues.

Soon, the convoy loaded with a dazzling array of goods slowly drove into the Devil's Ridge, and at the top of the mountain, a full ten Source Knights and a gifted wizard who had already sown many plant seeds nearby could be called a home battle......