The Radiant Council is a mysterious fulcrum belonging to mankind, and its power and prestige are rooted in powerful vassal states. The holy city of Zangwill is located in Sodria in the north, but the fundamental reason why Lucia's orders can flow unimpeded on Binya'io is Brestatik, the only one on the continent of Binia'io. of the human empire. Uriel has always been proud of his native Eastman, but even he has to admit that compared with Brestatik, Eastman is like a small principality of the latter.
"Is this really the frost moon?" He looked at the sunshine outside the glass and felt that the rectangular ladder did not seem to have sent them away from the country of quicksand. However, people here do not wear mesh hoods to prevent wind and sand. Instead, they wear silk and cotton square hats, chiffon headscarves, knitted shoulders, fur collars and copper buckle belts. The clothing of the Bures people is closer to that of the Eastman people, but the styles are bolder and more novel, and the striped patterns are richer. The colors are warm, bright and full of vitality. "I think it's more like a flower moon."
"Lucia favors this place," York replied.
Brestatik on the surface world is also the Theocracy of Lucia, further away than Pulin and the Hot Earth Hills. But Uriel only knew about it. He did not know the difference between Lucia and Knox, who represented the faith of neighboring countries in the world, and he had not read the travel notes in the north. The trip to the Holy City was limited to the guest rooms and library of the church. Although the palace furnishings when meeting the agent were extremely luxurious, he had no intention of paying attention to them. Bliss, unlike Zangwill, has no restrictions. This is where the journey really begins.
The city closest to the shuttle station is Marandeno, the "City of the Dawn" at the heart of Bresse. The vast majority of passengers arriving via the staircase were destined for the imperial capital. Uriel followed the flow of people out of the shuttle station, and the environmental gap between the mysterious Fulcrum and the Mortal Empire was immediately apparent. The great empire still does not belong to the mysterious realm, although compared to Eastman, Brestatik is enough to make people feel the mysterious atmosphere.
Sauron became the guide. The notice informed that the staircase here will be closed later. If you want to transfer to the headquarters of the Gaia Church, it is best to take the unregistered private staircase.
"Smuggling ladders?" Uriel frowned.
That's just one usage. You are not the Buress government, why do you care about this? The City of Dawn was once the front line against the evil dragon, and there were countless passages left behind after the war. Until now, only the emperor's palace had ensured that they had been cleaned up. Either you go back to the tower to transfer
Apprentice, thank you. The last thing he wanted to see now was the prophet. What's more, even the high-tower countries are unavoidable from these illegal businesses. Isn't this how the tobacco leaves in the blind alleys are accumulated?
The distance from the moment ladder to the city is less than 600 yards. The high walls of Marandeno stretched across the wilderness, the city teeth glowing rose gold in the setting sun. Imperial guards, working in pairs, peered out from the killing holes at the back, while patrolling cavalry patrolled in the shadows of stone stacks and arrow towers. Shuttle back and forth, holding steel weapons in hand.
The city walls are covered with amazing stone carvings with magical patterns. The patterns and lines are rich and huge, but they retain a considerable degree of artistry. The plants clinging to the stone wall can only grow up to the knees, so in addition to mystery, there are only traces of time covering the stone wall. The dilapidated walls of Camaria, the Holy White City, are unique in the details of their carvings, but Malandeno has a majestic and majestic momentum. It is a masterpiece of the entire Knox mysterious realm thousands of years ago. The order remembers the history of the Grand Alliance's resistance. monument. Uriel stood under the scarred stone wall, imagining the abyss army returning in defeat in front of the solid wall, leaving behind a tragic scene like hell on earth.
"Who did this place belong to before the Great Alliance of St. Mirende was established?" the apprentice asked.
"Of course they are the ancestors." York pointed to a large scar on the city wall, the dark gray rough surface polished by wind and rain. "Those are the traces of war left by the Ancestors. During the War of Dawn, the Alliance sent people to repair the city wall, but it soon cracked again. This is what we see now."
The road leading into the city was very crowded, and I didn’t expect it to still be like this after entering the city. Uriel realized that he was surrounded by adventurers from the same mercenary group, and the guards inspected them more carefully, so much so that they blocked the city gate for a while. The two horses pulling the cart behind raised their heads and puffed impatiently at the sky. The Port of Far Light is also so busy on weekdays, but the roads for carriages and mounts there are not limited to the ground.
"Is that Saudi Arabia?" Dalton emerged from the shadows. He doesn't hate the sun, but he doesn't like being exposed to it either. Apparently the same goes for the mercenaries he mentioned. An adventurer sat under the oilcloth of the frame in front of him. He was holding a lyre in his arms, and his boots were resting on the wooden board with dignity.
York looked back and then told them: "These people are the Paperclip Mercenary Group."
"You're looking at the wrong place." The night elf pointed out.
"Not Saud. I saw the Windspeaker of Faf Tanner. There. Did you see that?"
Uriel followed his finger and found the target. The team was long and disorganized, but the other party was too conspicuous, just like the orange-faced man York beside him, and it was impossible to ignore. "Wind Whisperer" is a fog elf. He wears leather armor, carries a strange long bow, and has three thin cloth belts of gold, gray and red on his arm. Sodria's sand-proof hood covers his entire face, but despite this, his pointed ears and swift and graceful posture still stand out from his surroundings.
The fingers of the Wind Whisperer are the same as those of ordinary people, so they cannot be natural spirits. However, Faftanna has always been isolated from the world, making fog elves even rarer in Knox than drow. Wild elves are different. It’s just that Uriel had met Faf Tanner’s envoy in Eastman. The cloud pattern on the “Windtalker” cloak was very similar to the envoy’s flag, which was enough to prove the origin of the other party.
"I saw him." The Windrunner of the High Ring, Uriel thought to himself, was definitely a big shot among adventurers. Roma would have liked to have met him.
"Is he famous?" the night elf asked. "I haven't heard of the Paperclip Mercenary Group either."
"Never heard of them? They are." Sita thought for a while. "Well, you are not adventurers. The Paperclip Mercenary Group participated in the War of the Saints a hundred years ago and won the war for a small country. People call it the Defense of Cat Hill."
"that's all?"
"At that time, we all believed that they would definitely lose. Because the enemy was the border legion of the Brestatik Empire."
Not to mention Uriel, even Dalton and Sauron the Ring couldn't hide their surprise. Since the mysterious creatures can seek a future at the Seven Fulcrums, there is no need to risk their lives to accumulate pitiful wealth. It is not unusual for them to leave the ranks of adventurers. Therefore, no matter how powerful the adventurers are, it is impossible to resist the iron hoof of the Imperial Legion. Of course, there are also some mercenary groups in Binyaio that recruit people to fight for the nobles, but they do not belong to the mysterious realm.
Could it be that the lords on the Brice border used old men and young boys as soldiers?
"Aren't all the troops stationed on the border composed of these people?" Dalton thought this question was very low-level. "They are not the main force in the war. They only rely on numbers to win."
Sita laughed. "Boss Calder said that quantity is the easiest way to win. Isn't that how the evil dragon defeated most of Knox?"
"If your army can also be born from Wintherspoon's sulfur breath, it will definitely be enough to deal with Brestatik. Did the Paperclip Mercenary Group defeat the Imperial Frontier Army by sheer numbers?"
"That's not true." The orange-faced man shook his head, "I don't have the arrogance of the evil dragon... They were the ones defending the city at that time."
The night elf wanted to say something else, but Uriel stopped him first. "Keep it down, guys." But it was too late. The fog elf "Wind Whisperer" moved his ears and turned his head to look over. Uriel didn't know what to say for a moment. "He's your idol, York? Want to say hi?"
The orange-faced man coughed and changed the subject: "Where can we find a private elevator?"
no one knows. "Adventurer Bar?" Uriel slapped him on the shoulder.
It is difficult for outsiders to take shortcuts, but fortunately Marandeno's adventurers are no different from Eastman. Uriel walked along the widest street toward the inner city, passing two parks and a Lucian church. The appearance of the City of Dawn has a sense of ancient history, even more solemn and solemn than the holy city of Zangwill. However, even though the number of roving knights that have appeared in the city is almost equal to the total number of legions stationed in Yotsuba City, it is difficult to say that the security here can be compared with it. Uriel saw at least one mysterious theft, three stopped fights, two dozen prostitutes, and countless beggars along the way. He began to feel that this place was not much different from an ordinary city.
Without mysterious constraints, chaos is the norm in cities, and the City of Dawn is no exception. But it’s the street construction that’s confusing. There is only a straight road from the city gate to the first park, and the steep slope seems to turn entering the city into a climb. It is said that the nobles of Bures like to live in the highlands to show their noble status.
As expected, a statue full of majesty was erected in the center of the park. Uriel had just seen himself, Lucia, the representative, holding a ceremony in his hand not long ago. The fiery ruby on the robe turned pale pink, and even the Venus pattern was almost invisible. The most interesting thing is that the top of the sculpture's head sparkles due to the wind and sun. I really don't know what the representative would think when he saw it.
Uriel is still on the road with the Paperclip Mercenaries. Even York could tell that the locals did not welcome adventurers, especially them. Perhaps there is an element of truth in Sita's story. "Is the Paperclip Mercenary Group Faf Tanner's group?"
"Are you talking about the source? Of course not. The founder of the Paperclip Mercenary Group was a Skraguk man who was born in the countryside. Windtalker joined them later and became famous during the defense of Cat Hill. Cat Hill is In Skraguk, legend has it that they fought for their homeland without charging the king a single gold for their hire. Such is the greatness of adventurers.”
