The foothills of Mount Modes are rolling hills, but the depression is filled by winter blizzards, and it looks like a snow-white plain.

It was late at night, and the icy wind was howling in the darkness, but even if the snowflakes obscured the view, people could see a golden light in the vast night.

Moldovan territory, the camp of the Scarlet family is stationed in a pine forest on the hills at the foot of the mountain, which was originally a den of a pack of ice wolves, but now it is owned by humans, the light of pyroxene lamps in the camp is dotted, but the most dazzling is the sky above the center of the camp, the huge six-pointed star logo that emits golden light.

The Scarlet family had chosen to base their camp here, a hilly terrain that would be able to suppress the entire foothills of Mount Modes if they were to be garrisoned by powerful mages. In addition to the topography, the southern view of this place is broad, and it can echo the elite heavy knights of the Scarlet family around the shores of Lake Barnier not far away.

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

Then, in the Ranger's narration with a tone of gratitude, the blonde swordsman couldn't help but clench his fists.

"These haunting cultists!"

Brandon was furious and slammed the wooden table in front of him, and the fragile table collapsed on the spot, shattering even the teacup on it.

"It's okay, it's a little out of control for a while, you continue." Coming back to his senses and calming the stiff-faced ranger, Brandon took a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down, and asked calmly: "You just said that Herras the Blighter is moving straight towards the Moldovan Black Forest along the forest around the Maghebu River, and no one in the two villages along the way survived...... So are there any other villages and towns on his trajectory? ”

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

Thinking of the two villages that had been transformed into ghosts, the ranger swallowed, and then recounted the situation clearly, but when he retold the scene, he couldn't help but shudder: "The speed of the blight is not fast, my brother is riding a dragon-blooded horse, and he should be able to evacuate these villages in advance...... After all, Herras doesn't go after creatures that aren't in his field of vision, it's his habit. ”

Hearing this, Brandon let out a long breath, but his expression still did not relax, and the blonde swordsman asked the ranger a few more questions before waving him back and forth to rest.

The door of the tent was closed by the respectful ranger, and the blonde swordsman, who was alone in the tent, was silent for a long time before sighing.

"It's worse than expected...... While I knew there could be surprises with any plan, such a development was too unexpected. ”

Since the fall of the star in May 833, the cultists on the entire Microf continent have suddenly entered an active period, not counting the madmen in the Far South who are in the same stream with the dragon and spreading the plague, similar to the demon sacrificers, the abyss callers and other scattered cult groups have also emerged in an endless stream, and the surrounding areas of the big cities are fine, but in the more remote rural border areas, there have been several cases where entire villages have been slaughtered and sacrificed.

Naturally, the Northland is not exempt from vulgarity, although in comparison, the number of cultists who carry out destruction in the Northland is not large, but the quality is far beyond that of other regions, you must know that most of the demon summoning and evil god sacrifice events are completed by bewitched mortals, and even if there are cultists involved, most of them are marginal members who only know a little about the doctrine. Most of the cultists who can appear in the Northland are official members, and even a few are priests who can use blasphemy.

Moldavia has Miss No. 3 stationed in the main city, and she can easily identify all suspicious elements, but the Moldovan Consulate is not so lucky, and Verdani can't do this job alone, so she can only call Brandon in the imperial capital to help.

Not long ago, Brandon and Verdani teamed up with Joshua to clear most of the cultist settlements in Moldavia and Moldova, and the blonde swordsman thought that this was the end of the matter and the territory was peaceful again, but he did not expect an ancient ruin to suddenly appear in the Modes Mountains.

As a result, the situation became chaotic.

Countless adventurers, archaeologists, mages and strange characters from all over the world are moving towards the Northland at the same time, and their target is none other than the Moldovan Territory, which is once a quiet and cold northern land that is instantly filled with footprints and accents from all over the world, and the inns and taverns of the entire main city and surrounding villages are overcrowded. There are indeed some scum among the adventurers, and thanks to these people, the security of the territory has also become a big problem.

In order to reconcile the contradictions and guard these adventurers and mages who are strong and have no shortage of golden powerhouses, Verdani and Brandon can only stay alone in the main city, and one by the ancient ruins near Mount Modeus, both of them are too busy to have time to separate, so they can only entrust their daughter to Joshua, who is relatively relaxed.

In fact, Brandon and Verdani have little interest in the ruins, they just want to ensure the safety of the people in the territory, in the last few days, it seems that the blizzard is about to end, and the official exploration and excavation work will begin immediately, both of them want to let these guys explore as soon as possible, and then restore everything to the original state, but accidents always happen, and Herras is the biggest bad news.

"The people of two villages, and even more...... I thought that these cultists had been driven away, but I didn't expect them to be interested in the ruins as well. ”

The blonde swordsman rubbed his forehead a little tiredly, and he said with a wry smile: "Hellas, the Blighter, isn't he active in the Western Mountain Range, and he actually came to the Northland for this ruin, and no one has found it along the way...... What are the people at the border doing? ”

Although he was in a bad mood, Brandon knew that no amount of complaining would help, and he stood up and walked back and forth in the tent, having a plan in mind.

"The other party is at the peak of extreme intentions, close to the legendary powerhouse, and can only ask Nostradamus teacher or grandfather to make a move."

Although Brandon seems to be gentle and humble on the outside, he actually has his own pride in his heart, and he has always disliked letting others help, but now there is really no way, he can only ask the older generation of extremely strong people of the same level as Hellas to help. The other party was the cult high priest, and the blonde swordsman believed that they would not refuse this reasonable request.

"As for Joshua......"

A name came to mind, Brandon stopped walking, he frowned and thought for a long time, and finally sighed slowly: "Forget it...... He had just returned from the Sacred Mountain Dragon Battlefield. ”

Because he was in Mount Modeus, he had not yet received a notification from the Lord's Mansion of Moldavia, so he did not know that the warrior was already on his way.

For this friend who is younger than himself, but his strength has progressed rapidly, Brandon's feelings have always been very complicated, and the appreciation of the other party's character, the admiration of strength, and the slight jealousy of the progress of strength, the blonde swordsman knows very well and admits them one by one. Brandon has always understood that human emotions are complex, and he is indeed a little jealous of Joshua's speed of strength progress, but he also knows what the other party has paid for it.

In the two years that the two have known each other, the warriors have been fighting, or on the way to the battlefield - the Black Tide, the Great Ajax Mountains, the Otherworld eroded by chaos, the Dragon's Lair, the Sacred Mountain Dragon Battlefield, Joshua has not stopped at all, has not been tired, has been immersed in the battle.

Brandon thought that he would never be able to do this kind of simple lifestyle and character, so he also knew that even if he held the same sage inheritance as the other party, he could not have the same speed of progress as the other party.

"What's more, the other party is the peak of extreme intentions, and it is rumored that he wants to break through the legendary realm of the evil god protector......"

Turning his head to look at the map hanging in the middle of the tent behind him, Brandon muttered to himself, "I guess even you can't defeat him." ”

Far away, the town of White Leaves.

It is an ordinary town on the banks of the Murphy River, with gray roofs clustered along the riverbank, forming a settlement with slender stone passages scattered throughout it, dividing it into patches.

Named for the white leaf potion, a magical plant called Frost Bloom Grass that is one of the ingredients for the Elixir of Tranquility, it is bustling with people during harvest season, and countless merchant ships flock to buy these petite flowers. Although the residents of White Leaf Town have to pay a high potion trade tax because of this, their lives are far more affluent than the average Northlanders, and they often hold parties in the middle of the night, and the laughter of the residents can be heard all the time.

But now, it's fallen into a dead silence.

A tall man walked silently on the town's stone path, his footsteps drowning out the howling of the wind and snow, becoming the only sound in the space.

The whistling of the wind and snow seemed to pale and weak because of his presence, and with each step of the man's steps, the earth withered with a step visible to the naked eye, and the insects and ants lurking in the nest stiffened and died under an inexplicable fluctuation, and the tiny bacteria in the soil were not spared. The earth suddenly became a lifeless Jedi.

The man was dressed in a black robe, and the two rows of metal buttons reflected a little cold light, this black was not the pure black of the night, as if it was condensed by countless colors, blood scabs and filth. His figure was muscular, his face was as angular as a statue, and his dark green curls hung down against his sideburns, making his expressionless, machine-like face even more unforgiving.

Behind the man, there were cold corpses lying scattered, their bodies shriveled and emaciated, as if the blood had been burned out, turning into vapor and coming out of their bodies, and the expression in front of them could be seen from the wrinkled faces, the expression in front of them was endless pain and despair.

At the forefront of these withered corpses was the corpse of a ranger with a longbow, who seemed to be leading the villagers out of the house and preparing to evacuate, but unexpectedly encountered the most vigilant target. Judging by the shrunken corpse, the ranger seemed to want to fight back, but before he could remove the arrow from his quiver, he died silently.

Suddenly, in the nearby house, there was a low sobbing of a little girl, but the sobbing only appeared for a moment, and then immediately stopped, as if someone had covered her mouth.

But the man who had killed most of the villagers was unaware, and still walked forward step by step.

He walks, never bypassing any obstacles, crossing a ditch in front of him, stepping on water when there is a river in front of him, crashing through a house when he gets in the way, breaking a tree when he gets in the way, this man seems to be like a machine, just stubbornly moving towards a predetermined goal, never caring about anything around him.

Helamos the Blighted will only kill enemies in his line of sight, destroying targets in his way, and if he can't see you with his naked eyes, then he won't strike.

But the next moment, the shrill cries and wails resounded through the walls and resounded throughout the town, and the man, who seemed to never stop, also stopped his steps.

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

"Randall Priest."

The man said in a calm voice, "You should be waiting for my arrival in the cave in the target area, your actions are not in line with the plan. ”

"High Priest of Heracos......"

The man in the gray ancient robe at the head knelt on one knee, facing the man in front of him, even if he was as irritable and irritable as him, he did not dare to have any presumptuousness, and the priest named Randall said in a tone as clear and calm as possible: "There is a change in plans, and it is because of this that we have come. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, several black-robed men stepped out of the houses by the roadside, their blades stained with blood, presumably the blood of the survivors.

"It's a bit presumptuous, but Your Excellency, High Priest, this habit of yours is too easy to leave survivors." Randall nodded to the black-robed men and asked them to go to the houses elsewhere to see if there were any survivors, and then he said in a persuasive tone, "This is quite bad for our Order......"

Halfway through, Randall's voice grew quieter, and then fell silent, as the man stared at him with flat, emotionless eyes.

"What's the change in plans?" Helamos's voice echoed through the streets, as cold as ice and snow: "Detailed, no need to omit. ”

"Okay......" Randall did not hesitate in the slightest for the machine-like high priest, although he knew that the other party would never attack his companion, but his instinctive fear could not be suppressed, and the priest immediately opened his mouth to describe the disadvantages suffered by the Plague Order in the Northlands, and highlighted the loss of another priest in Moldavia, Xena.

"Priest Xena is not dead." Helamos closed his eyes, he sensed it for a moment, and then concluded: "She was held in an isolated place, but she was not dead. ”

"Really!" When Randall heard this, he immediately felt a burst of joy, he knew that the man in front of him had this ability. Randall originally thought that his friend had already died at the hands of the Earl of the Northland, but he didn't expect the other party to be alive, but that didn't change his mind. However, the gray-robed priest was about 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 Territory, and said flatly: "I can see your emotions, Priest Randall, you want to ask me to take revenge on the forces that captured Priest Xena, this is in line with the teachings of the Order, I accept it." ”

"When the excavation of the ruins is over, I will go to Moldavia, save the priest of Thana, and destroy its main city and kill its inhabitants."

Helamos's tone was plain and straightforward, as if he were not talking about some evil plan of slaughter, but about eating bread tomorrow.

There was a deep glint in his eyes: "But for now, the excavation of the ruins is the highest priority. ”

"Yes!"

Randall, who was completely seen through his mind, was secretly frightened, but he had long been accustomed to Helamos' ability to see through people's hearts, the gray-robed priest stood up, and he said with some hesitation: "But High Priest, the lord of Moldavia is the dragon slayer Joshua, and he also has the strength of the middle and even high rank, do we want to be ...... again?"

But by this time, Heramos had already begun to take another step forward, and he did not react to Randall's words, as if he did not care.

The howling of the blizzard only became clear and powerful again after the man left, and screams and begs for mercy were heard in White Leaf Town, and the scattered cultists were completely eliminating all survivors.

Randall, who was left behind, was silent for a long time, until the other party disappeared into the snow, and then let out a long sigh.

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