The Black Scepter

> Compared to "Hegel? Glass", the East Ballyce household name, the lords of Ballycee are more accustomed to calling it "the Lamb of Silence".

He is the only alien descendant of the northern icefield wolf blood flowing through the bones of the entire Balice aristocracy, and the number one lord of the entire empire known as the first comprehensive strength.

East-West Ballice seems to be irrelevant to each other, but Royal Buttigia only checks and balances with all the lords of East Ballice with the power of a single imperial capital, and even the entire country can develop steadily in this situation. The control and composition of such a chaotic situation must be carefully planned by a politician who has won the continent, and Hegel is one of the most important pieces.

As the strongest in the lord system, her relationship with the royal family is naturally sharper and more subtle than other lords.

The blood of the Grass family can be traced back to the ice and snow wilderness of the extreme north, where there is no grass, no wind and snow, and only the most tough and cruel species can survive.

As the Shangwu family who once fought against the barbarian of the border and used the wolf head as an emblem, in a sense, this family that is not the country of Ballyche has a more pure lineage than all other Ballyche nobles-the alliance that once existed on the mainland Against the barbarians paid an unimaginable price, and the blood of the nobility that survived after that war is still very few today.

As the representative of the icefield wolf totem, Hegel Glass, like his fathers, struggled like a wolf in this fertile land, cruel, cold-blooded, and robbed of all predatory benefits.

The strongest lord?

Although the Glass family is not a hero who is proud of the world, it will not give up its efforts to confront and siege the beast king.

Expansion, plunder, and in the eyes of this high-ranking knight with black armor, Sicelin has become the next fat after his lord fell-the joint attack of the previous five lords seems to have been reached temporarily In fact, he did not even think that this was Hegel’s “command” to those lords.

He asked the five lords near Lampard’s territory to attack Lampard’s territory—in that case, the five little lords who were forced by Hegel’s power would naturally dare not say half of the word “no”. The upper army rushed towards Lampard, and then was shaved by Murphys and his elite knights.

Survey enemy conditions?

For Hegel, the group of cannon fossil lords was enough to let the behind-the-scenes master who killed Garde show his full strength. From the beginning to the end, Hegel did not spend a soldier and a soldier, but directly took the Lampard territory. All the troops that can be counted in the inside have made a clear inquiry, and this time he is well prepared, he is not here to fight for a long battle.

Three thousand Barrycheer cavalry with all-metal armor, five thousand long archers and the same number of infantry, and more than two thousand logistics engineers. Such a generous effort is obviously ready to eat Lampard in one bite. The fat territory on the border of Ballice.

The mighty team started from the Garcia territory where the Hegelian lord is located. In the process of passing through the four territories, none of the counts or viscounts dared to block them. They all put countless food and horses in their hands and looked sincerely. I wish this lord a smooth attack on the city.

In response, the silent lord accepted without any response, as if it should be.

His figure has the inherent characteristics of the northern people-huge.

The height of more than one meter nine makes Hegel look at the lean aristocrats whose average height is about one meter seven or seven, and his eyes are as if looking at a mouse to make the other party chill.

After more than 17 days of trekking, the lord has led his huge army to the last hillside outside Lampard’s territory overlooking the border village. A huge camp with a total of more than 15,000 people will be stationed The flat terrain beneath the entire hillside is spectacular.

The black cloak has a wolf head pattern, and the 45-year-old Lord Hegel has a thick beard, a pair of brown pupils always squinting slightly, the forehead is wide, the eye socket is deep, the nose bridge is high, the body is strong and full of power, all The appearance characteristics of this show that the bloodline of this lord belongs to the non-Baliche empire known for its shrewdness and elegance, but this great knight at the peak of his life is Varian Consanas's mouth. Kid".

No one knows that this rugged man who can no longer be rugged is proficient in the three languages ​​of Gilman, Ingeway and Fording, unlike Garde's kind of killing but reading a lot of books and copywriting every day to enrich His own knowledge reserve, "cruel" and "cunning", cruelty is far from the difficulty of cunning.

At this time, Enron was in the camp of the Central Commander. He was frowning and reading a letter from the "Creed". He felt very puzzled and puzzled about the news obtained through high compensation.

"Ω-level?"

Obviously, the message provided by the creed was somewhat unexpected-although he was cautious by nature, Hegel did not want to spend a lot of time pulling his army to the destination, but because of an inexplicable message, nothing Do it and go home.

Outside the camp, a soldier informed the news that he gently dropped the letter.

The answer after scouting was strange, and the Lampard territory seemed to have no signs of preparing for a battle.

"Attack tomorrow."

The lord thought for a long time, and finally gave the order, but the letter was gently folded by him and put into his arms, and then added: "The main force stayed behind and opened the way with the temporarily recruited soldiers."

There is no need for a staff member to plan and advise next to this lord. There is no deputy commander who formulates strategic guidelines. From start to finish, from strategy to tactics, he is the one who formulates the military ghost. In the past two decades, Balice has lost nothing, and Hegel has proved everything with his resume.

Atlantis, underground, second-tier world.

According to legend, elves have a nearly unlimited life span. As long as they do not suffer from diseases or accidents, normally dead elves seem to never appear in history, but the important reason why elves have withdrawn from the mainland stage for so many years is endless war. The conspiracy was general. The elves with a large population had consumed a terrible population in the war against the barbarian with the human alliance. Now the rest are driven to the barren and cold north, and they die by themselves.

How old is the longest-lived elf? Murphy hadn’t thought about it, and he didn’t even ask about the age of Irindal, but it must have been ten times or eight times larger than her appearance at the age of twenty-five or so. It wasn’t a problem-but the night before him Elf Elf, Murphy really does not know how to estimate his age.

This is an unusually old male night elf, sitting in the middle of the tree house, not looking closely, as if there is an old tree root, a brown simple animal skin dress, well-cut, but the cheeks are old and loose As for the appearance of unimaginable folds, he told Murphy that he was one of the few elders even among the elves.

The elder's eyelids seemed to be drooping, and it was only slightly raised when Murphy came to him and stopped, the silver eyes that couldn't see the pupil flickered slightly.

Sunderland stepped forward and started talking to the elder, but he had a lot of narratives and few answers from the other party. This night elf clearly looks like an old man, but still has a slightly sharp and unturbid appearance. In his voice, he stopped speaking after a few correct answers, and Sunderland's face became more serious, and he finally bowed in a wizard's salute before retiring politely.

"what's the situation?"

"Somewhat complicated." Sunderland frowned very tightly.

The two walked out of the tree house. The night elves outside the house changed their attitude quickly and took the initiative to lead a group of people to a tree shed in the village where they could take a temporary rest.

"Night elves are not willing to be hostile to us, and I also expressed my friendliness, indicating that most of the food we bring to these elves, because their food reserves are never enough, so there are so many people going out to hunt for food. Elf."

"The threats of the Brest blood clan can make this group of elves take risks. What are they facing every day in the second world?"

After Murphy’s question was just asked, a burst of thunderous sound came suddenly-similar to what was experienced on the first floor of the city street, but this time the sound seemed to become clearer, and the vibration made countless nearby forests The trees began to shake suddenly, the sound of the rubbing of the leaves sounded together, and the dim light above the head flashed slowly as if breathing, but at this moment it was suddenly dark, as if the candles were extinguished.

In ten seconds, the earthquake ended.

Murphy looked around. Many children of the night elves were looking at this team from the surface curiously, but they were all caught behind by the adult elves and could not get close. They were a little surprised by the sudden earthquake. 'S expression did not appear, it seems to have been used to it.

Sunderland's wand gently lifted, and then seemed to remember something, and immediately put it down, and commanded the surroundings: "Light control."

Several mages who wanted to use wand lighting immediately stopped.

Murphy nodded—although he was in the night elf village, it did not mean that he was truly safe here. He walked towards the humble wicker chair under the tree shed. The remaining light allowed him to vaguely see the forest in the distance. Something was shining, and after sitting down with the Great Magister, Murphy continued: "This elder's attitude?"

"It's impossible to say that he doesn't seem to care about our appearance. The conditions or any requests I made, he easily agreed, and he didn't intend to talk too much," Sunderland replied very carefully, " In exchange for their friendship with the food that the night elves are in short supply, it all seems too smooth. I don’t know if it’s their nature or other conspiracy."

"Other clues?"

"Regarding the scepter of Yizuer or Sulfuras, he said that he did not know, but he would provide the addresses of six nearby villages for our inquiry."

Murphy raised his eyebrows-there are other villages? Well, it proves that the night elves are not just the ones they see in front of them, but he feels that he seems to have broken into an area where the original relationship maintains a delicate balance at the moment, and if any actions are taken rashly, it is easy to break the original balance .

For example, now, he can decide to help the elves to fight against the Brest blood, but at the same time, he can directly use force to conquer these elves, and then go to pack up the bats, but this is meaningless at present, and will only provoke himself. More and more trouble.

There will never be a so-called "savior" in this world at all times, and those who want to be involved in anything will often die miserably.

"The elder is probably much older than the history of Fording and Ballice. The spirit of the elves is always different from that of human beings. The difference in the world view of values ​​is likely to cause us to misunderstand something." Sunderland It seems that the team has entered a knot, and the seemingly open road now has few reliable options.

During the talk, the darkened dome above the head gradually regained its light. The night elves around were busy with each other. At first the curious elf children gradually dispersed, but occasionally a few little guys still hiding behind the trees Looking curiously, the silver eyes flashed slightly, making Murphy feel uncomfortable.

"Go and distribute food according to the requirements first, and then go randomly to ask about the nearby villages," Murphy made a decision and stood up to the team behind him: "Don't act alone, pay attention to light control, take turns to rest."

Even if the elite team is good, the mental fatigue is still inevitable, but no one knows that the most tired in the whole team is actually Murphy himself-it seems normal that he is already supporting at the moment, in order to fight The growing voice in his mind was disturbing. His eyes were even covered with bloodshot eyes, and after giving orders, he found a place to lay down without a word.

Almost at the moment of closing his eyes to relax his body, Murphy immediately fell into a deep sleep.

In the distance, Sunderland looked at Murphy's nearly sleepy figure with a staff and frowned secretly, waving a covertly to release a 27th-level "energy scout", only the slight magic fluctuations he could experience along the air Condensed in front of Murphys, but was suddenly repelled at the next moment!

"Buzz!"

With a soft sound, the vigilant family magician and sword master turned back collectively.

And Sunderland in their field of vision is making a "murmur" gesture, but the wand is pointing at the flashing "sky" above the head-several magicians nodded in agreement, thinking they understood Sunderland. What they mean, continue to be busy with their own ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ In their view, the great magician Sunderland is sensing the state of the energy element above his head. No one doubts this.

But slightly wiped the cold sweat Sunderland hides the horror of the moment just deep.

"Exclusion of elements", which is really impossible for an i-level magister who has been studying "elements" for decades, because this only occurs between magicians who differ by more than three levels. Scene, but at this moment, Sunderland, who is the great magister, is completely rejected by the most concealed "energy scout" in the unconscious sleep of a low-level magister who is lower than his sixth level!

Sunderland couldn't help but feel a trace of fear-this was an instinctive awe of the mighty power.

No one will understand that this strong man did not dare to flex his mind about Murphys, not because he could provide clues to Yizuer or Sulfuras’ scepter, nor to represent the roundtable knight who was carried around his waist. The short sword, but the servant contract he had inadvertently exposed in front of Sunderland.

The knowledgeable Sunderland naturally knows what kind of contract can be so shockingly imprinted.