The foot of Mount Modes is a undulating hills, but winter snowstorms fill the depressions, which look like a snow-white plain.

It was late at night, and the ice wind was howling in the dark, but even the flying snowflakes blocked the view, people could see a golden light in the vast night.

In Moldovan, the Scarlet family's camp is stationed in a pine forest on the hills at the foot of the mountain. This was originally the nest of a group of ice wolves, but it is owned by humans at this moment. The light of the pyroxene lamp in the camp is dotted, but the most dazzling thing is the sky above the center of the camp, the huge hexagram sign that emits golden light.

The Scarlet family set up the camp here for consideration. The hilly land is towering. If a powerful mage is stationed, it can suppress the entire foot of Mount Modes from a high place. In addition to the terrain, the view in the south here is wide and can echo the elite heavy knights of the Scarlet family around the lakeside of Lake Banier not far away.

In the center of the camp, Brandon was frowning and listening to the Ranger's report. Seeing that the other party had been running around in the wind and snow for a long time, he asked the Ranger to sit down and take a sip of hot tea and talk slowly.

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

"This group of ghostly cultists!"

Brandon was furious and hammered the wooden table in front of him heavily. The fragile table was knocked down on the spot, and the teacup on it was shattered.

"It's okay, I'm a little out of control for a moment, you continue to say." Come back to his senses and comforted the ranger with a stiff expression. Brandon took a deep breath. He forced himself to calm down and asked calmly: "You just said that the Withered Herras is moving straight towards the Moldova Black Forest along the forest around the Mage Unfreezing River. None of the two villages along the way survived... So are there any other villages and towns on his movement trajectory?"

"Yes, along the way there are Baiye Town, Ruth Village and several hunter camps, but Dahl, Andney and the others have already gone to inform."

Thinking of the two villages that had turned into ghosts, the ranger swallowed and then described the situation clearly. However, when retelling the scene at that time, he couldn't help but tremble: "The Withered One is not fast. My brother is riding a dragon-blooded horse to get on the road. It should be able to take refuge in these villages in advance... After all, Herras will not chase creatures outside his field of vision, which is his habit."

After hearing the news, Brandon let out a long sigh, but his expression still did not relax. The blonde swordsman asked the ranger back and forth for a few more questions, then waved him to go back and 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, then sighed.

"The situation is worse than I thought... Although I know any plan may be unexpected, this development is still too unexpected."

Since May of 833, cultists on the entire Mycrov continent have suddenly entered an active period. Not to mention the madmen who flowed with the mad dragon and spread plagues in the south, scattered cult groups such as demon sacrificers and abyss callers have emerged one after another. It is not bad around the big cities, but in the relatively remote rural border areas, the entire village has been massacred and sacrificed several times.

The North is naturally not immune to the common people. Although in comparison, there are not many cultists who destroy the North, the quality is far beyond other regions. You should know that most of the events of demon summoning and offering sacrifices of evil gods are completed by bewitched mortals. Even if cultists participate, most of them are marginal members who only know a little about the doctrine. However, most of these cultists who appear in the North are formal members, and there are even a few priests who can use blasphemy.

Moldavia has Miss No. 3 stationed in the main city and can easily identify all the suspicious elements, but Moldova's lord was not so lucky. Verdanni was unable to complete the job alone, so she could only call Brandon from the imperial capital to help.

Not long ago, Brandon and Vildanni joined forces with Joshua to clear out the gathering place of most cultists in Moldavia and Moldova. The blonde swordsman originally thought that the matter had come to an end and the territory had returned to peace, but unexpectedly, an ancient ruin suddenly appeared in Mount Mods.

The situation became chaotic as a result.

Countless adventurers, archaeologists, mages and strange figures from all over the world moved towards the north at the same time. Their target was the Moldovan territory. This originally quiet and cold northern land was instantly filled with footprints and accents from all over the world. The entire main city and surrounding villages were crowded with hotels and restaurants. There are indeed some scum among adventurers. With the blessing of these people, the security of the territory has also become a big problem.

In order to coordinate the conflicts and guard these powerful adventurers and mages, Virdanni and Brandon could only stay in the main city alone and next to the ancient ruins near Mount Modes. Both were so busy that they had no time to clone their daughter and could only entrust their daughter to the relatively easy Joshua.

In fact, Brandon and Villdanni are not interested in the remains. They just want to ensure the safety of the people in the territory. In recent days, the snowstorm seems to be about to end, and the formal exploration and excavation work will be started soon. Both of them want to let these guys explore quickly as soon as possible, and then restore everything to its original state, but accidents always happen frequently, and Herras 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 remains."

The blonde swordsman rubbed his forehead with some fatigue, and said with a wry smile: "Herras, isn't he active in the western mountain range? He actually came to the north for this ruins. No one noticed along the way...what are those people on the border doing?"

Although he was in a bad mood, Brandon knew that no matter how much he complained, he stood up and walked back and forth in the tent, and had already made plans in his mind.

"The other party is at the peak of extreme intentions and is close to the legendary powerhouse. I can only ask Teacher Nostradamus or grandfather to take action."

Although Brandon seems gentle and humble on the outside, he actually has his own pride in his heart. He has never liked to let others help him. But now there is no way, and he can only ask the older generation of extremely powerful people of the same level as Helras to take action. The other party is a cult high priest, and the blonde swordsman believes that they will not refuse this reasonable request.

"As for Joshua..."

A name appeared in his mind. Brandon stopped rushing. He frowned and thought for a long time, and finally sighed slowly: "Forget it... He just came back from the Holy Mountain Crazy Dragon Battlefield."

Because he was in Mount Modes, he had not received a notice from the Lord's Mansion of Moldavia, so he did not know that the warrior was already on the road.

The feelings Brandon has always been very complicated for this friend who is younger than him and has made great progress in strength. The blonde swordsman is very clear about this friend who is younger than him and has made great progress in strength. He admits it one by one. Brandon has always understood that human emotions are complicated. He is indeed a little jealous of Joshua's speed of strength improvement, but he also knows what the other party has paid for it.

For the past two years since they met, the soldiers had been fighting, or on the way to the battlefield, the Black Tide, the Great Eas Mountains, the alien world eroded by chaos, the Dragon Nest, the Holy Mountain Mad Dragon Battlefield, Joshua did not stop at all, did not get tired at all, and was always infused in the battle with all his heart.

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

"What's more, the other party is at the peak of extreme intentions. It is rumored that the evil god protector is going to break through the legendary realm..."

Turning his head and looking at the map hanging in the center of the camp behind him, Brandon murmured to himself: "I think even you can't defeat him."

In the distance, Baiye Town.

This is an ordinary town located by the Mage Bullfrozen River. The gray roofs gather on the riverside to form a settlement, with slender stone paths spreading throughout it, differentiating it into areas.

Baiye Town is named because it produces a kind of white-leafed potion. This magical plant called Frosthua grass is one of the raw materials for the magic condensation potion. Whenever the harvest season, there are crowds of people here, and countless merchant ships flock to purchase these petite flowers and plants. Although the residents of Baiye Town have to pay high potion trade taxes, their lives are far more abundant than ordinary people in the north. They often hold parties here in the middle of the night, and no matter when, they can hear the laughter and joy of the residents.

But now, it fell into a dead silence.

A tall man walked silently on the stone path of the town. His footsteps overshadowed the whistling of the wind and snow, becoming the only sound in this space.

The whistling sound of the wind and snow seemed to become pale and powerless because of his existence. Every time the man's pace moved forward, the earth would dry out at a visible level of naked eyes. The insects and ants lurking in the nest died staggeringly under an inexplicable wave, and none of the tiny bacteria in the soil were spared. The earth suddenly became a lifeless Jedi.

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

Behind this man, cold corpses were scattered. Their bodies were shriveled and thin, as if their blood had burned out and turned into steam and broke out. From the faces that only wrinkled were left, it could be seen that 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 can be seen that he seemed to be leading the villagers out of the house and preparing to evacuate, but unexpectedly encountered the target that needs to be vigilant. Judging from the posture of the corpse that had shrunk to skin, the ranger seemed to want to fight back, but before he could take out the arrow from the quiver, he died silently.

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

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

When he walks, he never bypasses any obstacles. He crosses the ditches in front of him, and rivers in front of him. He walks through the water. If the house blocks it, it crashes through the house. If the trees block it, it breaks the trees. This man seems to be like a machine, but he just stubbornly moves towards the already planned goal and never cares about any situation around him.

The withered Heramos will only kill enemies within his own field of vision and destroy targets that block him. If his naked eyes cannot see you, then he will not take action.

But the next moment, sharp crying and wailing passed through the walls and resounded throughout the town, and the man who seemed to never stop also stopped.

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

"Prince Randall."

The man said in a calm voice: "You should wait for my arrival in the cave in the target area, your behavior and plan are not in line with your plan."

"High Priest Heramos..."

The man in a grey quaint robe in the lead knelt on one knee. Facing the man in front of him, even if he was as irritable as he was, he would not dare to be arrogant. The priest named Randall said in the clear and calm tone as possible: "The plan has changed, and we are here."

As soon as he finished speaking, several men in black robes walked out of the house beside the road. The blades in their hands were covered with blood, and it seemed that they were the blood of those survivors.

"Although it's a bit presumptuous, your habit is too easy to leave survivors." Randall nodded to the men in black robes, asking them to go to houses elsewhere to see what survivors were there. Then he said in an admonishing tone: "This is quite unfavorable to our sect..."

Halfway through, Randall's voice became smaller and smaller, and then he remained silent because the man was staring at him with a dull, unfeeling emotionless look.

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

"Okay..." Randall dared not hesitate at all for this high priest who was like a machine. Although he knew that the other party would never attack his companions, his instinctive fear could not be suppressed. The priest immediately spoke up about the various disadvantages encountered by the Plague Cult in the North, and emphasized the other priest Shina who had lost in Moldavia.

"Prince Shina is not dead." Heramos closed his eyes, he sensed for a moment, and then concluded: "She was imprisoned in a place isolated from the outside world, but she was not dead."

"Is that true?" Randall felt a little happy when he heard this. 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 Count of the Northland or the dragon mouth under the seat, but he did not expect that the other party was still alive, but this could not change his thoughts. However, the gray-robed priest was about to speak, but immediately closed his mouth.

Shaking his head, silenced the other party. The man with dark green hair turned his head and looked towards the direction of the Western Moldavian leader, and said calmly: "I can see your emotions, Priest Randall, you want to ask me to retaliate against the power of the capture of Priest Shina. This is in line with the teachings of the sect, and I accept it."

"When the ruin excavation plan is over, I will go to Moldavia, rescue the priest Shina, and destroy its main city and kill its inhabitants."

Heramos' tone was plain and straightforward, as if it was not about the evil plan of massacre, but about saying that he would eat bread the day.

A deep light flowed in his eyes: "But now, the relic excavation plan is the most important thing."

"Yes!"

Randall, who was completely seen through his mind, was secretly shocked, but he had long been used to the ability of Heramos to see through the hearts of people. The gray-robed priest stood up and said hesitantly: "But the high priest, Moldavia's lord is the dragon slayer, Joshua, who also has the strength of the middle or even the higher level. Should we be accurate again..."

But at this time, Heramos had already begun to take another step and move forward. He had no reaction to Randall's words, as if he was not concerned at all.

The whistling of the blizzard became clear and powerful again after the man left, and screams and begging for mercy were heard in Baiye Town. The scattered cultists were completely clearing out all survivors.

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

"Maybe..." he said with a wry smile: "He really doesn't care."
Chapter completed!