Chapter 307: Typhon's Change

Solderin pointed at the elf girl not far in front of him with his short bow, as if deaf to the other party's greeting.

"It's really indifferent." The elf girl had the same smile on her face as she always did, but that smile now felt a lot more sarcastic and weird, "You can always call yourself an elder and a protector on your previous journey."

"Language doesn't delay your time," Solderin said indifferently, the bowstring was gradually filled with arcane radiance, "Who are you?"

"Me?" The corners of Berna's mouth twitched slightly, "I'm just a Druid who travels far away."

As the last syllable of the elf girl fell, her figure was suddenly enveloped by a group of fallen leaves that appeared out of thin air and fluttered wildly!

Solderin loosened the bowstring in his hand without thinking, and an arrow full of arcane energy pierced the air and split into a dozen dazzling brilliance in mid-air, covering the crazy area without any dead ends. On the storm of falling leaves—a deadly brilliance penetrated the fallen leaves without any obstruction, but Solderin did not relax at all. The sense of crisis made him jump high almost instinctively, and the moment he left the ground , Countless poisonous black thorns also emerged from the surface, smashing the rock he was standing on!

The peculiar fragrance of flowers permeated the air, and the abnormal magical wind stirred the surrounding trees, the leaves and branches shook and made a clattering sound, and a hoarse, twisted, and obviously deliberately concealed female voice came from all directions: "I I'm curious, when did you doubt me?"

Solderin fell to the ground, and a green halo spread from under his feet, hindering the growth of those poisonous thorns, and also blocking those ubiquitous floral fragrances, he frowned at the re-condensed not far away Figure - The figure still bears Berna's face, but its lower body has turned into a strange shape supported by roots and vines. The strange shape of the enemy made him vigilant, and he carefully observed and said: "I It's true that it hasn't been found - but just as I was about to leave the messenger hall, I suddenly realized that my mental state and judgment were not quite right these days, so I asked Master Heart of Thorns for the past two centuries. 's record of apprenticeships - she hasn't taken any new apprentices in two centuries!"

"How can you get rid of the effect of confusing pollen so quickly..." The female Druid who was half human and half tree laughed softly, but the fragrance of the flowers around her became more intense.

A large number of enchanting flowers are blooming under her feet, spreading the mind-disturbing aura throughout the woodland, "I thought you were with me all the way, constantly under the influence of low-dose pollen, and would not recall at all. Where are the flaws..."

"You underestimate the people who survived the wasteland of Gondor..." Soldering drew his bow again, "Don't bother, those pollen are useless to me when I'm prepared— Without these mind-bending tricks, you're no match for a high-ranking ranger. You better be honest, who are you? What did you sneak into the surveillance station for?"

"Berna Breeze is indeed the apprentice of the Heart of Thorns... but that was three hundred years ago," the evil female Druid smiled, "she is a person who wants to go home after her travels. Elf, but fell on the way home, and I just helped her...

"Also, proud high-ranking ranger, do you really think you have a chance to win - you can indeed resist the effects of the bewildering pollen, but those ordinary rangers and sentries you brought and ambushed around here...they can also resist Is it?"

Soldering's face changed slightly, but his eyes sharpened immediately: "I am alone enough to keep you here."

"What a coincidence, that's what I thought too - withered tree people!"

"Grenade Throwing!"

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Typhon Imperial Capital, Aldenan, Noble District.

Archduke Pedinand stood in the study where the portraits of the ancestors of the family were hung (without cheating the corpse), quietly looking at the street scene of the imperial capital immersed in smoke outside. Those tall and magnificent buildings, or splendid buildings, were now covered with splendor. A hazy veil, the lingering fog hides many details in the imperial capital, only the tallest and brightest lit aristocratic and royal buildings stand proudly in the fog. Many spectacular silhouettes are drawn, which are also clearly visible in the mist.

This scene is like the idea of ​​this empire - the nobility and the royal family are like a beacon, guiding the ignorant people forward.

After Aldenan enters the foggy moon, it will be frequently shrouded in dense fog, which is also a typical feature of the central region and some northern regions of the Great 6, and the word "foggy moon" in the calendar was originally derived from this.

In the old days, Ferdinand liked the foggy weather very much - he liked the hazy but hard-edged attitude of this ancient city after being immersed in the fog, which made him think of this scene that has gone through countless storms, but still The proudly standing empire will also remind him of the first time he stepped on the battlefield, was attacked by the enemy in the thick fog, but fought a famous battle, but today, he has no intention to appreciate the scenery in the fog.

The information from the borders of the empire was placed on the desk behind him. The special magic parchment had been unsealed, and the content written on the paper appeared clearly on the paper, with a few sentences written in a feminine font:

Winter Wolf Castle was attacked by a huge humanoid monster. The monster is shaped like a flesh-and-blood giant. It is extremely powerful, and it is almost not afraid of swords.

The defending force suffered heavy losses, but fortunately the fort was not lost.

The monster came from the direction of the Dark Mountains.

This is the information sent back by Andersa. Along with this information, there is another note. The content on it is simpler. There is only one sentence: Ansu Southern Territory was attacked by a flesh-and-blood giant, Sisi Collar damage is unknown.

This information comes from other sources of the Wendell family.

Duke Ferdinand withdrew his gaze, turned around, his eyes swept away from the information on the table, and then fell on the portraits of the first ancestors of the Wendell family hanging on the opposite wall, whispering to himself: "Those who really Is it the monster you faced back then?"

He couldn't help thinking of the traveling monk he met on the border of the Empire when he was an ordinary knight captain decades ago, and the warning he gave to him.

It was a rare elven monk who was wandering the borders of the Empire when young Ferdinand Wendell first met him, and it was the same foggy moon as it is today, and it was the same today The fog was filled with the fog-to this day, Duke Ferdinand still remembers the scene at that time. He was injured on the battlefield and was rescued by the mysterious elf warrior monk. The two found a tree hole in the fog-filled forest for a temporary rest. , the monk's head was shining brightly in the fog, and his words are still fresh in my memory:

"Young human warriors, you keep talking about your ideals and aspirations, as if you were honored as long as you could lead an army to defeat the opposite country, but you know what? Your real threat is not your fellow human beings at all. ...

"Two countries of the same origin have turned into such a land. Haven't any of you looked at the wasteland that is so close at hand? Those monsters were sealed seven hundred years ago, but you are really not afraid of them. Back in this world again?"

Duke Ferdinand took a light breath, his expression became firm, he shook the copper bell that summoned the butler, and whispered to himself: "Master Delin, you are right.

"They do come back.

"Humans have to make changes."

The door of the study opened, and the old butler who had served the family faithfully for many years appeared in front of Pei Dinan: "Sir, what are your orders?"

"Prepare a carriage for me, I'm going to meet His Majesty the Emperor!"

The carriage and entourage with the Wendell family emblem enjoyed the highest privileges of the nobility. The Royal Palace of Rosetta Augustus opened its doors to Duke Ferdinand, watching the towering palace walls continue to enlarge in sight, Ferdinand's heart was as firm as steel.

No matter how deteriorating His Majesty the Emperor's mental state has deteriorated, no matter how much influence his words can have on this huge empire, he must change the direction of Typhon, the war machine, today—if it drags on for three days, Then His Majesty the Emperor will convene the last noble council, and if he wants to do something at that time, he can only resort to the means he is least willing to take...

Pei Dinan glanced down at his hands that were used to holding swords but still full of strength, and slowly clenched them into fists.

Until the last step, he would never want to take the worst path.

He entered the palace, into the palace of Emperor Rosetta Augustus, and with the help of his attendants took off his heavy ducal cloak, but still wore the ornamental saber around his waist, which was his The privilege that the first duke of the empire should enjoy - he has been granted permission to meet, and under the guidance and escort of the attendant, the duke walked to the place where the emperor Typhon was currently.

When he was halfway there, Duke Ferdinand was now taking him to the reception room, instead of the study where the emperor would meet him on weekdays, so he asked curiously, "Your Majesty is in the reception room? Is he receiving any guests?"

The attendant replied politely: "Yes, Your Majesty is receiving two elf doctors."

"Elf doctor?" Duke Ferdinand frowned slightly, "Is there something wrong with Your Majesty's body?"

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty is still in good health," said the valet officer, "but he has been in a bit of a downturn recently."

Feeling down?

Pei Dinan was stunned for a moment, instinctively feeling that something was wrong, but before he opened his mouth to ask, two dignified and beautiful female silver elves in long white dresses came out from the corner of the corridor and entered his sight.

The attendant said: "It seems that the two doctors have completed their work."

Ferdinand Wendell watched the two elf physicians he had never seen approaching him, he suppressed all unnecessary doubts, and waited with the indifference that a duke should have.

There was only one corridor, and two elf doctors inevitably came to Duke Ferdinand. They showed impeccable polite smiles, raised their long skirts and bowed in greeting: "Good afternoon, my lord. Your Majesty is waiting for you."

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