Soul of Burning Steel

The foothills of Mt. Mordès are undulating hills, but the blizzards of winter filled the depressions, and it looked like a snow-white plain.

It was late at night, and the icy wind roared in the darkness, but even if the vision was blocked by the flying snow, people could see a golden light in the vast night.

Led by Moldova, the Scarlet family’s camp is stationed in a pine forest on the foothills of the mountain. It was originally a nest of a group of ice wolves, but it is now owned by humans. What was dazzling was the huge six-pointed star sign emitting golden light over the center of the camp.

The Scarlet family set the camp here after consideration. This hilly terrain is so high that if a powerful wizard is stationed, it will be able to suppress the entire foothills of Mount Mordes. In addition to the terrain, the view of the south here is broad, and it can echo with a team of elite reloaded knights of the Scarlet family not far from the shore of Lake Barnier.

In a big tent at the core of the camp, Brandon was frowning while listening to the ranger's report. He saw that the other party had been running around in the wind and snow for a long time, so he asked the ranger to sit down and take a sip of hot tea.

Then, in the ranger's grateful narration, the blond swordsman couldn't help clenching his fists.

"These lingering cultists!"

Brandon was angry and hammered the wooden table in front of him heavily. The fragile table was smashed on the spot, and even the tea cup on it was shattered.

"It's okay, a little out of control for a while, you continue to say." After regaining his senses, and soothing the stiff-faced ranger, Brandon took a deep breath. He forced himself to calm down and asked calmly: "You just It is said that Hellas the Blighter is walking along the forest around the Magzhan River and heading straight towards the Black Forest of Moldova. No one survives in the two villages along the way... Then are there other villages and towns on his trajectory? ?"

"Yes, there are Baiye Town, Ruth Village and a few hunter camps along the way, but Dahl, Anderney have already gone to inform them."

Thinking of the two villages that had turned into ghosts, the ranger swallowed and then narrated the situation clearly, but when retelling the scene, he could not help but shiver: "The speed of the Withered Unhappy, my brother is riding a dragon-blooded horse. He should be able to take refuge in these villages in advance... After all, Hellas will not chase after creatures that are not in his field of vision. This is his habit."

After hearing the news, Brandon sighed, but his expression still didn't relax. After the blond swordsman asked the ranger a few more questions, he waved him back and rested.

The tent door was closed by the respectful ranger, and the blond swordsman who stayed alone in the tent was silent for a long time, and then sighed.

"The situation is worse than expected...Although I know that any plan can have accidents, this development is still too unexpected."

Since May 833 of Starfall, the cultists on the entire Mykrov continent have suddenly entered an active period, not counting the lunatics who co-current with the mad dragon and spreading the plague in the far south, similar to the demon sacrificer, the abyss. Scattered cult groups such as callers have also emerged in endlessly. Fortunately, the surrounding areas of big cities have been slaughtered and sacrificed several times in relatively remote rural and border areas.

Naturally, the North is not immune. Although there are not many cultists in the North, the quality is far beyond that of other regions. You should know that most demons are summoned and evil gods are sacrificed. They were all done by bewitched mortals. Even with the participation of cultists, most of them are marginal members who only understand a little doctrine. But most of the cultists who appeared in the North Land were official members, and some were even priests who were able to use blasphemy.

Moldavia has Miss No. 3 stationed in the main city, can easily identify all suspicious elements, but Moldavia has no such luck, Verdani can not complete this job alone, can only be the imperial capital Brandon Also call for help together.

Not long ago, Brandon and Verdani joined forces with Joshua to clear out most of the cult gathering places in Moldavia and Moldova. The blonde swordsman originally thought that this had come to an end, and the territory was renewed. Peace was restored, but he did not expect that an ancient ruin suddenly appeared in the Mordes Mountain.

The situation became chaotic as a result.

Countless adventurers, archaeologists, wizards and weird characters from all over the world moved towards the North at the same time. Their goal was the Moldovan collar. This originally quiet and cold northern land was instantly full of footprints from all over the world. Accent, the inns and taverns in the main city and surrounding villages are overcrowded. There are indeed some scum among adventurers. Thanks to these people, the security of the territory has also become a major problem.

In order to coordinate the contradiction and guard these powerful adventurers and wizards, who are rich in gold, Verdani and Brandon can only stay in the main city alone, and stay alone beside the ancient ruins near Mauds Mountain. People are so busy that they have no time to do so, they can only entrust their daughter to Joshua, who is fairly relaxed.

In fact, Brandon and Verdani are not interested in the ruins. They only want to ensure the safety of the people in the territory. Blizzard seems to be ending in the last few days, and formal exploration and excavation work will begin soon. Both of them thought about it. Let these guys finish their exploration as soon as possible, and then restore everything to the original state, but accidents always happen frequently, and Hellas is the biggest bad news.

"The people in the two villages, and even more... I originally thought that these cultists had been driven away, but I didn't expect that they were also interested in the ruins."

The blond swordsman rubbed his forehead with a bit of fatigue. He smiled bitterly and said, "Herras the Blighter, isn't he active in the western mountain range? He actually ran to the north for this ruin, and no one has noticed it along the way. ...What are the people on the border doing?"

Although he was in a bad mood, Brandon knew that no matter how much complaint he could not help, he stood up and walked back and forth in the camp, planning in his heart.

"The opponent is the pinnacle of extreme intentions, close to the legendary powerhouse, and can only ask Teacher Nostradamus or grandfather to take action."

Although Brandon looks gentle and humble on the outside, he actually has his own pride in his heart and can solve things on his own. He has never liked to let others help, but now there is really no way, he can only ask the old one. An extremely powerful player at the same level as Hellas shot. The opponent is the high priest of the cult, and the blond swordsman believes that they will not refuse this reasonable request.

"As for Joshua..."

A name appeared in his mind. Brandon stopped walking. He frowned and thought for a long time, and finally sighed slowly: "Forget it... he just came back from the sacred mountain crazy dragon battlefield."

Because he was in Mordes Mountain, he had not received the notification from the Moldavian Lord's Mansion, so he didn't know the news that the soldiers were already on the way.

Brandon’s feelings for this friend who is younger than himself and who have progressed at a rapid pace have always been very complicated. He appreciates his personality, admires his strength, and is slightly jealous of his strength improvement. Blond swordsman. All are very clear, and admit one by one. Brandon has always understood that human emotions are complicated. He is indeed a little jealous of Joshua's speed of improvement, but he also knows what the other party has paid for it.

In the two years they have known each other, the warriors have been fighting, or on their way to the battlefield-the Kuroshio, the Great Aas Mountains, the chaotically eroded alien world, the dragon’s nest, the sacred mountain of the mad dragon battlefield, Joshua did not There is no rest, no fatigue, and he has been in the fight with all his heart and soul.

Brandon believes that he will never be able to achieve this simple lifestyle and personality, so he also understands that even if he holds the same heritage of sages as the other party, he cannot have the same rate of progress as the other party.

"What's more, the opponent is the pinnacle of extreme intentions, and it is rumored that he will break through the legendary realm of the patron of the evil god..."

Turning his head, looking at the map hung in the middle of the camp behind him, Brandon muttered to himself: "If you want to come, you can't beat him."

Far away, Baiye Town.

This is an ordinary town on the bank of the Magher Ice-Free River. The gray roofs gather on the riverside to form a settlement, and the slender stone roads spread all over it, dividing it into areas.

Baiye Town is named for its potion with white leaves. This magical plant called Shuanghuacao is one of the raw materials of concentration potion. Whenever the harvest season, the voice of people here and countless merchant ships flock. Come, buy these petite flowers and plants. Although the residents of Baiye Town have to pay a high potion trade tax, their lives are much more prosperous than the average Northland people. There are often parties here in the middle of the night, and you can always hear the laughter and laughter of the residents no matter what. .

But now, it fell into a dead silence.

A tall man walked silently on the stone path of the town, his footsteps overwhelming the roar of the wind and snow, and became the only sound in this space.

The howling of the wind and snow seems to have become pale and weak because of his existence. Every time the man takes a step forward, the earth withers a step visible to the naked eye, and the insects and ants lurking in the nest stiffen under an inexplicable wave of fluctuations. Died, and none of the tiny bacteria in the soil was spared. The earth suddenly became a Jedi without any life.

The man was wearing a black robe, and the two rows of metal buttons reflected a little cold light. This black was not pure black like night, as if it was made up of countless colors, blood scabs and filth. His body is sturdy, his face is as sharp as a statue, and his dark green curly hair hangs down against his temples, making the expressionless, machine-like face even more ruthless.

Behind this man lay scattered icy corpses, their bodies shriveled and thin, as if the blood had burned out, turned into steam and escaped, which can be seen from the wrinkled face. Out, the expression in front of them was endless pain and despair.

At the front of these withered corpses was the corpse of a ranger holding a longbow. It could be seen that he was leading the villagers out of the house and preparing to evacuate, but unexpectedly encountered the most vigilant target. Judging from the posture of the shrunken corpse, the ranger seemed to want to fight back, but before he took the arrow out of his quiver, he died silently.

Suddenly, a little girl whispered sobbing in the house beside her, but the sobbing only appeared for a moment, and it stopped immediately, as if someone had covered her mouth.

But the man who killed most of the villagers didn't notice it, and still walked forward step by step.

He walks, never bypassing any obstacles. There is a ditch in front of him, so he crosses the ditch, and there is a river in front. He walks on the water. The house blocks the house and the tree breaks the tree. This man seems to be like a machine. Just stubbornly move towards the goal that has been set, and never care about any surroundings.

Heramos the Blighter will only kill enemies within his vision and destroy the targets in front of him. If his naked eyes can't see you, then he won't take action.

But the next moment, sharp crying and wailing passed through the barrier of the wall and resounded throughout the town, and it seemed that the man who never stopped, also stopped his footsteps.

Because in front of him, several figures in gray and black robes appeared.

"Priest Randall."

The man said in a calm voice: "You should wait for my arrival in the cave in the target area. Your behavior does not match your plan."

"The High Priest of Heramos..."

The headed man wearing a gray quaint robe knelt on one knee, facing the man in front of him, even if he was irritable and irritable, he did not dare to have any presumptuousness. The priest named Randall spoke as clear and calm as possible. Said: "The plan has changed, and that's why we came."

As soon as he finished speaking, a few people in black robes walked out of the house beside the road. The blades in their hands were stained with blood, thinking it was the blood of the survivors.

"Although it's a bit presumptuous, your High Priest, this habit of yours is too easy to leave survivors." Randall nodded at the black-robed men, asking them to go to houses in other places to see if there were any survivors. Then he said in a persuasive tone: "This is quite unfavorable for our cult..."

Halfway through, Randall's voice became smaller and smaller, and then he remained silent, because the man was staring at him with incomparably plain, non-emotional eyes.

"What's the plan?" Heramos's voice echoed in the street, as cold as ice and snow: "Detailed description, no need to omit."

"Okay..." Randall didn't dare to hesitate to the high priest who was like a machine. Although he knew that the other party would never take action against his companions, his instinctive fear could not be suppressed. The priest immediately He opened his mouth to describe the various disadvantages that the Plague Order encountered in the North, and it emphatically mentioned another priest, Sina, who was damaged in Moldavia.

"Priest Sina is not dead." Heramos closed his eyes, he felt for a moment, and then concluded: "She was imprisoned in a place isolated from the outside world, but she did not die."

"Really!" Randall felt a burst of joy when he heard the words. He knew that the man in front of him had this ability. Randall originally thought that his friend had already died in the hands of the Northland Earl or was seated in Longkou, but he did not expect that the other party was still alive, but this did not change his mind. However, the gray-robed priest just prepared to speak, but immediately closed his mouth.

Shaking his head to silence the other party, the man with dark green hair turned his head to look in the direction of the Western Moldavian collar, and said flatly: "I can see your emotions, Priest Randall, you want to ask me Revenge against the forces that arrested the priest Sina. This is in line with the teachings of the sect, and I accept it."

"When the ruins excavation plan is over, I will go to Moldavia to rescue the priest Tanna, destroy its main city, and kill its residents."

Heramos's tone was plain and straightforward, as if he was not talking about an evil plan of slaughter, but about eating bread in the next day.

There was a deep light in his eyes: "But now ~www.novelmtl.com~ the ruins excavation plan is the top priority."

"Yes it is!"

Randall was secretly frightened when he was completely seen through his mind, but he was already used to Heramos' ability to see through people’s hearts. The gray-robed priest stood up and said hesitantly: "But the high priest, Moldavia The lord is the dragon slayer Qiao Xiu, he also has the strength of the middle level, even the high level, do we have to be more accurate..."

But at this time, Heramos had already begun to step forward again, moving forward. He didn't respond to Randall's words, as if he didn't care.

The roar of the blizzard became clear and powerful again after the man left, and Baiye Town also heard one after another screams and begging for mercy, and the scattered cultists were completely purging all the survivors.

Randall, who was left behind, was silent for a long time, until the other party disappeared into the snow, before he sighed long.

"Perhaps..." He said with a wry smile, "He really doesn't care."