The foothill town, Isonzo.

The pale and thin man in black entered the city from the south gate, and he walked slowly along the shady eaves to the queen's palace. Passers-by either cowered and ducked, or hung their heads and saluted the de facto ruler.

Lord of Shadows, Silves, dressed in a black robe, with the twin blades of the "Demon Hunter" hanging from his waist, and his movements are as gentle as a tanuki. He walked through the carved gilded door as if he were entering his own home, and the halberd-wielding guards at the door did not indicate anything, they were new soldiers to the Judgment Crusade, and admired Sylves more than Anarysta.

He walked through the courtyard and into the antechamber, which was not the day of the pilgrimage, so it was empty. Silves paused for a moment, then continued his way back, the garden was covered with verdant pines and cypresses, and the branches of the flowers that had once been brilliant had now withered.

Anarysta in the dormitory is also about to reach the age of withering, at the age of thirty-six, she was once one of the youngest legendary warriors in the Holy See, but that calm and confident temperament has long since disappeared with the passage of strength in her body.

When Silves entered the door, she was dressing up in front of the mirror, holding a charcoal pen in her hand and carefully tracing the corners of her eyebrows. Sylves remembered that the previous Spider Queen never cared about this, she was dressed in black, walking through the shadows, even though she was facing the sky, she was still bright.

But now, Anarysta cares more and more about the opinions of others, and at the same time, her personality has become suspicious and sensitive. Silves misses the one she used to be, and also pities the one in front of her, but the young man possessed by the evil god has to choose to leave, so that she will not be infected by the power of shadows.

"Sylves?" Anarysta said in surprise, and then, she deliberately feigned a cold tone. "Why are you here?"

"I'm going out," replied Silves, standing a dozen paces away, in a low voice, "so come and say goodbye to you." ”

"Where are you going?" asked Anarysta as she stood up in amazement, lifted her dress and walked over to him, looking up.

"Ranken. Silves stepped back half a step without a trace. replied indifferently.

"What are you doing in Ranken?" Anarysta asked. With Silves in charge, she can enjoy the glory and wealth in peace, and if he leaves, then the position of the queen will be overthrown in a few days.

"Something. Silves replied briefly, going to Ranken, because the "Lord of Shadows" had to fulfill his agreement with the "Pale Lord", and he had to go, because the evil god could take control of the body at any time.

"You don't want to say yes, do you?" heard him answer indifferently. Anaryusta felt a little resentful in her heart, she turned away hatefully, and said angrily, "If you don't want to, get out, love will go wherever you go." ”

"I ......" Silves sighed secretly, the relationship between the two fell into a dead loop, and he didn't know how to solve it. Because the repair of feelings needs to get along, and the price of getting along. It's the sinking of two people.

Anarysta stood still, waiting for Silves to comfort herself. A minute, two minutes, little by little.

When she finally realized that the gentle breathing behind her could no longer be heard, Silves had already left the palace and was on her way to Ranken.

A strip for thousands of years. The pilgrimage path of the believers of light.

On December 13, Inedil woke up early.

He bathed and changed his clothes, and changed into a new bishop's robe, and even the spirit that had been languishing in recent days seemed to be a little invigorated.

Ten o'clock in the morning. Holding the "Holy Eye" in one hand and the archbishop's scepter in the other, Inedil got into the carriage to the north of the city.

From dawn, the believers of Lancoln City went out of the city one by one and gathered in an orderly manner in the open space outside the city. The soldiers of the New Army of Light rode through and commanded them to line up in formation, and the priests and priests were also separately inspecting the erected magic array to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Innedir's carriage passed through the orderly crowd and came to the high platform in the center of the magic array. The platform is 12 meters high, the whole body is made of pure white boulders, like this stone platform, there are hundreds of them around, the height is different, and the staggered ones are scattered.

The chubby Archbishop Todd has the privilege of sitting on a nine-meter-high platform. There are four platforms of his level, east, west, north and south, second only to Archbishop Inedil in height. This is also the four-dimensional hub of the "cornerstone of the kingdom of heaven", and its important process is self-evident.

Todd leaned on the edge of the platform, looking cautiously. The platform is divided into several levels, and there are several female priests standing below, and from his vantage point, you can clearly see some "scenery".

"Your Excellency," one of his cronies tugged at his sleeve, "the ceremony is about to begin, and the archbishop is watching you." ”

Hearing this, Todd immediately raised his head and sat upright. He is now the high-ranking bishop of the Holy See headquarters and the acting commander of the Bright New Army, and he has a great future, so he must be cautious in his words and deeds.

However, Snowton's army is eyeing each other, the Holy See of Light is in danger, and it is unknown how many days this bishop can still work. Todd sighed, wondering if he should connect with his old friend Allegri and have a way out in the future.

Innedir retracted his gaze, this Todd has a lot of problems, but he is obedient, and his mind is lively, and he is quite easy to use, so he has repeatedly promoted the other party to dilute the voice of those old stubborns.

The fine white grains of sand in the hourglass flowed down little by little, and it was nearly noon, and Innedil looked around, and his heart welled up with pride. In any case, the White Tower is still there, the Holy City of Ranken is still there, the Holy See of Light is still there, there is still such a powerful force under him, so many believers, and the glory of the Divine Lord above the heavenly vault.

Beneath the high platform he stood, 3,650 children lined up in a phalanx, waiting patiently. After this period of training, they have become much quieter, and their clear eyes are full of innocent yearning.

The teachers from the ascetic order had said that they were the hope of the Church of Light, the chosen ones, destined to become heroes admired by all.

There's nothing wrong with that, it's just that the wording may be a little inappropriate.

Not "becoming", but "becoming".

At the behest of King Nacini, the cavalry units such as the "Golden Hibiscus" slightly modified their march route from Levin County to the north. Then turn left in front of the "Fortress of Sorrows" and head west to the Green River Valley.

It would have taken an extra day, but it was nothing compared to fulfilling the king's wishes. The only concern is that the snow will fall at any time, and by then. The speed at which they are moving is about to be greatly reduced.

Thousands of miles away, at the foot of the city of Ranken, the melodious sound of the hymn sounded, and King Nacini looked far away, and he could already see the eastern branch of the majestic cast-iron mountain range, and the shadowy "fortress of sorrow" under the mountains.

The Elendil corridor is 100 miles long, and the narrowest part of it is only more than 10 miles. And the "Fortress of Sorrow" is precisely holding on to this choke point, blocking the footsteps of Snowton's iron cavalry to the south.

Of course, there is not much need to talk about this now. With the "Fortress of Sorrow" as the source, the mountain road within a radius of nearly 100 miles floats with a cloud of poisonous and violent miasma, which is the corpse poison extracted by the evil god "Death Knell" himself. Ordinary people die when they are touched, even if they are high-ranking warriors. It can only support a quarter of an hour, and if you continue to go deeper, you will be besieged to death by the "miasma".

"Tomorrow, your Majesty, you will reach the southern end of the Elendil Corridor," Carter Roman, whip up, "east of the 'Fortress of Sorrows.'" It's the Necromantic Wilderness, where I remember there was a small city, the south of the city was governed by the Holy See of Light, and the north of the city was under the influence of the 'Council of Bones'......"

"Has the General been to the South before?" asked King Nacini with a tilted head.

"Ordinary scouts don't have the power to climb the Cast Iron Mountains, sometimes. I had to do it myself. Carter Roman laughed, and after a drunken mass, his low feelings had returned to normal.

"Crossing mountains and mountains, for a legendary warrior, is indeed like walking on the ground," King Nacini shook his head and sighed, "but a large-scale army movement still needs to stabilize the north-south passage...... By the way, the Green Dome corridor, what's going on now?"

"It is said that it has been barren for a long time," replied Cattroman, reflecting for a moment, "on the one hand, the Necronomion Wilderness is expanding and the roads are almost like swamps, and on the other hand, the merchants are more willing to choose the golden trade route than to look at the faces of the elves. ”

"A long time ago, the mountains of the Eastlands were also the domain of the Highland Elves," King Nacini snorted, "and then, these pointed ears did not obediently retract into the Whispering Forest. ”

Carter Roman, who smiled and didn't answer, wanted to attack the elven tribe, but it was not easy. A forest full of vines, but a nightmare for cavalry troops.

"Your Majesty, General Costa sent back good news, and the day before yesterday, the 'Black Banner' had routed a desert cavalry, beheaded two thousand, captured three thousand, and a small group of enemy troops fled in the direction of the city of Liarić. A ranger rolled over and dismounted, and said in a loud voice.

"It's a pity that they are no longer welcome in the city of Leajci," King Nacini commanded, smiling slightly, "and order Costa and Fran not to covet military exploits and flog them away by hyping up their achievements." ”

In such a vast area, it is an impossible task to completely annihilate the scattered desert cavalry. The purpose of his "Black Flag" and "Blue Shot" was just to create a momentum and let the desert cavalry know the news of the fall of Leajć, so that they could voluntarily retreat to Setstian.

But the Setstians, don't think so.

In the Crystal Palace, Levy I frowned, and the urgent military information sent back by Ljajic made him hold a fire in his heart, but there was nowhere to release it.

"The territory of 100,000 desert cavalry was robbed like this?" Levi I patted the jade case and looked at the imperial ministers angrily, "Are the defenders of Lyajic all idle meals?

"Back to the king, the guards will be ...... General Rudiger. The Minister of War and Aircraft glanced at his face and replied in a low voice.

"Rudig?" said Levi I, who was dumbfounded as he read the name of his brother-in-law, and he grabbed the short beard under his chin and lowered his voice a little, "Where is he now?"

"He retreated to Greystone City and waited for the king's fate," the Minister of War and Aircraft paused for a moment, but still excused him, "The enemy army was taken by surprise, and with such a city-breaking weapon as the 'Vulcan's Fury', the fall of Ljajic is really not General Rudiger's fault. ”

"What's more, the number of enemy troops is more than twice that of the defenders, and there are many elites such as 'Golden Hibiscus' and 'Black Flag', which can only be said that Nacini is too cunning, and has just captured Severa, and sent troops overnight, which is overwhelming. The Minister of Civil Affairs also agreed.

"Forget it," Levi I commanded, waving his hand, "continue to send troops north to guard against Snowton's sneak attack, and if Greystone falls again, they will punish themselves." ”

Herseus Valley.

Allegri picked up a array disk, covered it with his palm, and injected a trace of flame magic into it, connecting the key points, this array disk, even if it was successfully activated.

After that, all it takes is an apprentice-level mage to activate the array and unleash its incredible destructive power.

As the signboard of the "Vulcan's Fury", the prestige of the "Bomb" array has long been well known. But there are very few people who can see the process of making zuò. This magic workshop in the north-central part of the river valley has a special defense unit, and no one is allowed to come and go at will, except for a few people such as Allegri.

In addition, Brooke also sent people to set up a large number of magic traps, all kinds of variety, the only thing in common is that the movement is very large, which is also a special hobby of the old magician.

A few days ago, Allegri even invited Collison to conduct a field test to check for omissions. After that, the legendary thief who was dazzled and ringing in his ears had to admit that the alarm facilities here were really impressive.

"You get busy first, I'll walk around. Seeing that Allegri had no time to be distracted, Onisha, who had accompanied him, whispered.

"Good. Allegri replied casually, not taking the matter to heart. To be honest, this kind of repetitive work is really boring, and even he feels bored, let alone the bystanders.

Onisha walked around the workshop at will, and the guards next to her hurriedly stepped forward and told her where she could set foot and where the trap was. As the consul of the valley, Onesha had always been known to be close to the people, and she stopped to chat with the guards, asking them about their daily lives and whether they were inadequate.

This defense force of 200 men was divided into four groups and took turns on duty day and night. The lord's wife inquired, and they naturally told the truth and did not hide anything.

It wasn't until all the arrays were activated that Onisha smiled and said goodbye to the guards. She and Allegri leave the Workshop and head to the Banquet Hall in the Valley to have dinner with everyone.

In between meals, the girl chatted with Caldera for a few words, which was normal as a former lord and subordinate.

Really, it couldn't be more normal.

... (To be continued......)

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