People built walls with stones to surround themselves inside and keep wild animals out, thinking that this would be safe.
However, the beast never leaves the side of humans, both physical and spiritual.
Home is not four walls and one door, but the end of a long journey.
A home built with stones will eventually collapse, but only a home built with faith will be eternal.
------Carlos Barov
Raistlin closed the last page of "Whose Light Shines", returned the book to Sora, and let out a long sigh.
"That makes sense, but it's of no use. Why do you think so highly of His Majesty Carlos? I'm very curious."
Sora was roasting the venison on the fire rack, humming a pleasant tune, and motioned to the black-robed mage to put the books aside. He was not free now, so he replied slowly.
"Of course it's because he's handsome."
"..."
Raistlin sent Sora a look of disdain.
"Well, because he fits."
Sora put away his playful smile.
"Although your offer is quite tempting, a kingdom-level organization is not that easy to get involved with. Once you join, it's not as simple as writing an application and a report to withdraw. There is not enough reason for someone like me with an embarrassing status. Guys don’t join easily.”
As a mage, Raistlin always maintains the sanity of a scholar.
"I was obsessed with power, but because I was too arrogant, I was blocked in the mage tower by three colleagues and beat me up. I was confident that I could beat any two of them one-on-one. But when all three of them came together, I couldn't even fight back. There was no chance. Since then, I have begun to think about life, what is real power, and what kind of power is worth pursuing throughout my life."
Sora pulled out his knife and cut off a piece of deer breast and tasted it. He felt that it was a little lacking in heat, so he took the knife back and continued to roast it.
"Later, I finally figured it out. Only by devoting yourself to the liberation cause of all Quel'dorei energy. Only by gathering the will of all elves. That is the real power."
After hearing this, Raistlin was completely speechless. After being cornered by Sora, he came down to investigate and finally understood who this political prisoner exiled by Quel'Thalas was.
Sora Starbreaker. I am female and I like to eat. A famous gourmet, musician, thinker, sensual novelist, and body art painter in Silver Moon City. At the same time, he has a legendary resume: he worked in the Mage Tower of the Sun Chaser's Court four hundred years ago, with the title of Magister; he switched to priest three hundred years ago, and once reached the position of Cardinal, and was only one royal nomination short of the Archbishop. Distance; two hundred years ago, I took off my robes and put on armor. Changed to ranger again, and was promoted to ranger lord one hundred and fifty years ago due to his outstanding achievements.
There seems to be nothing this female elf is not good at, like a winner in life who is favored by Elune.
But this is the guy. But he is an extremely dangerous political prisoner.
Because she advocates the rights of all citizens, advocates that all elves should have equal political status, advocates that the king should be elected by universal suffrage, advocates the elimination of the aristocratic privileged class, and realizes true freedom.
The black-robed mage is not a wild man. He has his own private channel and can be found after inquiring. Got shocking news.
The reason why Sola changed her profession and gave up the rank of mage was because she believed that the Sunwell was the source of all injustices in Quel'Thalas. The Sunstrider family and the Silvermoon City Council controlled the use of the Sunwell, and the entire Quel'Thalas The Dore elves live an unhealthy life by overdrafting their racial vitality.
What if one day the light of the sunwell goes out?
So this female elf suggested to Sun King Anastarian to limit the unrestrained use of magic, or to charge magic usage tax to the nobles.
Sora Starbreaker can no longer be described as "poking a hornet's nest". She is simply bathing in a river full of piranhas!
Eventually Anastarian declared Sora an extremely dangerous anarchist and banished her from Quel'Thalas. In Raistlin's opinion, it was the Sun King who saved her life, otherwise the female elf would have stunk in the sewers of Silvermoon City sooner or later.
"You have such lofty ideals, why do you still want to follow His Majesty Carlos? Wouldn't it be better to just recruit a group of people to fight back to Silver Moon City?"
Raistlin felt that he and Sora had different models of thinking circuits, making communication difficult.
"The justice of the result does not mean the real justice. The justice of the process is equally important. Moreover, there are as many monsters as dogs in Silvermoon City. At least I can't defeat Alleria and Sylvanas. Should I lead my troops back to gain reputation for my enemies? "
Raistlin felt that the latter was the main reason.
"So you had to drag me out, and there was a reason to avoid Alleria Windrunner?"
"Half and half. When I left Silvermoon City, I took property worth six thousand gold coins with me. I had been eating, drinking and having fun in Stratholme for more than a year. I was almost out of money. I was unwilling to accept a commission of a few gold coins or more than ten gold coins. It’s rare to encounter such a big deal, so of course I want to make extra money to support my family.”
Sora tasted it and felt it was almost ready, so he called Raistlin and his magic apprentice named Clarian to come over and eat the meat.
Not far away, Watt Zefak led his team of adventurers and also set up earthen stoves to cook and eat.
The cause was that a group of deserters occupied a logging camp in a valley a hundred miles south of Stratholme, became robbers, and attacked grain transport convoys.
Due to various reasons that everyone knows, the Stratholme city defense troops conducted several encirclement and suppression campaigns to no avail. As a result, this group of scum who did not dare to fight the orcs became very enthusiastic about robbing their own kind. They actually robbed the soldiers sent by Stratholme to the Northland fortress to supply Carlos. Baggage convoy.
Carlos was angry and raised troops. As a result, the Stratholme Citizen Council was afraid of causing any diplomatic disputes and asked Carlos to exercise restraint. At the same time, it offered a high price of 500 gold coins and placed a bounty on the bandit's head for a limited time.
And Carlos has never been an honest person, so he secretly sent people to prepare to kill him first.
But an embarrassing thing happened. The executioner troops sent by Carlos encountered a mutated wild griffon halfway. A fight broke out between the two sides, and Carlos's men were not very professional. He was beaten by a griffon and returned without his armor.
The king always wants to save face. If you send someone once, it is enough. If you send someone a second time, you will not give face to the nobles of the Stratholme region. So Carlos also placed a reward of 500 gold coins for the head of the gryphon with the horns on its head.
Because the paths are the same, the two commissioned bounties can basically be carried out at the same time, so both the monster hunters and bounty hunters in Stratholme took action.
Even in times of war. 1,000 gold coins is not a small amount. One hundred pounds of finely ground flour only cost about two hundred and twenty silver coins. Even if the exchange rate of gold coins for silver coins fluctuates between 80 and 110, it can intuitively reflect the purchasing power of gold coins. And in Stratholme's largest gold-selling cave, "Luna Rose", it is ridiculous that it can't use a hundred gold coins in one night. In addition to various valuable magic materials and war machinery, 1,000 gold coins is already a large reward.
What's more, countless people use Carlos's reward as a stepping stone to meet His Majesty the King?
Come and see me.
So Sora forced Raistlin to accompany him to hunt mutant griffons. As for the bandits, whoever wanted to go would go.
"Little friend Watt, are you really not going to accompany us to play with the gryphon?"
Sola was almost done eating, so he cut off a relatively complete roasted deer front leg and put it in front of the campfire at Watt Zefaq's side as a greeting gift.
"Huh, Carlos is just the strongest paladin right now. I will surpass him sooner or later, no matter who wants his bounty."
Walter Zefalk still had a good impression of Sola, who had taught him sword skills. He accepted Sola's deer leg and at the same time passed two slices of bread filled with honey cheese to Sora.
"Good boy. You are ambitious, and I like you. But there are so many competitors, and it is not a good idea to suppress bandits."
Sora smelled the fragrance of honey and showed a happy expression.
"What kind of bandit is this? It's not the city hall..."
Wat Zefak half realized that this topic was not suitable to be discussed in the sun, so he stopped.
Sora had no intention of asking further questions and just pretended that he didn't hear anything.
"I know you have cider."
"Tch. Dog nose."
Watt Zefak took out a sheepskin wineskin and threw it to Sola.
Many times, talking to smart people is just a matter of a few words.
After this meal, it was time for Sola to leave the road and enter the mountains and forests, and it was time for Watt Zefak to continue heading south. Seeing that the last persuasion was fruitless, Sola did not give any more hints or persuasion, and returned the empty wineskin to Watt. Ze Fak, Sora is ready to return to his side.
"Old witch, be careful. There are still people around me after all. There are only three of you. Be careful not to die in the hands of griffins or humans."
"You care so much that you fell in love with me?"
Sora turned around with a surprised look on his face.
"Ha, I just respect the elderly, do you love the young?"
Walter Zefalk has long been accustomed to Sora's dirty jokes, and he is not at all inferior in dealing with counterattacks.
"Tch, it's not as fun as before."
"It's because you have no new tricks."
"Watt, be careful."
"Old witch Sora, you too."
After saying goodbye, Raistlin took his apprentice and followed Sola into the forest.
Even if the Wildhammer dwarves tamed griffins as mounts, they would think that griffins are kind creatures.
These beasts, which can carry a full-grown cattle for seventy yards in the sky, have never been easy to deal with. They are extremely territorial and aggressive.
The hardened feathers of an adult griffon can prevent direct shots from bows and arrows, and only mechanical crossbows can break the defense. And these behemoths, with an average size of nearly two tons, are naturally powerful and have super close combat capabilities. Unlike the wyvern, which is not as strong as a cat when it lands on the ground, the gryphon is as fierce as a dog after landing, with its sharp beak, sharp claws, tail flick, and two flying wings.
Therefore, those guys sent by Carlos who were good at killing could only decisively defeat such inhuman beasts.
But Sora wasn't afraid, not to mention he brought a powerful mage with him.
A griffon usually has multiple hunting grounds, so aimlessly trying to get lucky is not a reliable method.
But the former Ranger Lord naturally had his own methods.
Instead of trying your luck, it's better to make a trap with some bait and wait for the prey to take the bait.
"So what the hell are you asking me to bring with me as an apprentice?"
Raistlin watched Sora working on the side and felt that his apprentice Corian was a burden. He didn't know what the purpose of the female elf asking him to take him with him.
"Of course it's for carrying trophies. A griffon's head weighs more than a hundred pounds. Should you carry it or should I?"
Sora's well-founded words were convincing. Raistlin found himself speechless.
The griffin had a good sense of smell, so Sora prepared some green dragon excrement and asked Raistlin to process it with magic potion. The smell, which humans couldn't smell the difference in, could spread ten kilometers in at most two hours, and when the griffin patrolled You will naturally smell it when you are in the territory.
"I have arranged some gadgets. If someone comes to cause trouble, I will know it in advance."
Raistlin did it voluntarily or not. He still fulfilled his accusation with all his heart.
"Well, I don't want to kill anyone either. It's best to complete the task easily."
Sora nodded.
"Remember what you promised me."
"I can't forget the control core energy diagram of the arcane puppet. I was also a senior engineer at the time, and I can write down the second-generation blueprint silently with my eyes closed."
Raistlin was silent for a moment and nodded.
Many people don't know who Merry Dongfeng is, and they only focus on his identity as a necromancer, but forget that Merry Dongfeng's research field back then was intelligent spellcasting.
Grants magic the ability to think.
In the ridicule of many people. Master Merry Dongfeng has gone his own way, using a series of curse spells to achieve preliminary magical intelligence.
For example, if you give birth to a son without an asshole, but if you give birth to a daughter, everything will be normal.
Another example is the fireball technique that can hover 360 degrees and explode without hitting the butt, and the magic bread that is always eighty percent full.
Behind many magical research results that seem absurd and terrifying. It is an inexhaustible heart of exploration and truth-seeking.
Inheriting the mantle of Merry Winterwind, Raistlin's real research project is not magical explosives.
After a day of waiting, Raistlin used several psychedelic tricks to fool two groups of monster hunters and three loners. Finally, in the afternoon of the second day, he heard the cry of griffins patrolling the territory.
"Here he comes."
"heard it."
The whistling wings and the pressure of the wind made Clarian stagger around, but as the magic apprentice looked out of the corner of his eye, nothing but his teacher and the beautiful elder sister could see their robes fluttering. The figure is not messy at all. Is this really the difference in strength?
However, what Clariant cannot see is that there is a price to pay for showing off.
Raistlin covered his face with his robe in time, and Sola's body was splashed with green dragon feces.
Taking out a handkerchief and wiping his face, Sora asked with kind eyes and kind words.
"Beast, commit suicide before I go on a killing spree."
"Hush~~~~~~~~~"
Sure enough, it was a mutated griffin. On the left side of its head, a deformed, tumor-like horn grew strangely.
This griffon's feathers are gray-brown with red edges, and the stems of the feathers have yellow spots. It is one-third larger than the average griffin.
"Half of the cliff griffon bloodline. As for the gray-brown feathers, it's not clear whether they come from the night shadow griffin or the black coast griffon. The mutation characteristics are unknown."
Raistlin had the opportunity to judge the gryphon's lineage as soon as it landed on its feet.
A mage is not just a mobile turret, but a mage who can't even serve as a mobile turret is probably a waste.
Knowledge is power. If you know the griffon's bloodline, you will know its strengths and weaknesses.
For example, cliff griffons build their nests on broken arms of mountain cliffs, so their wings are more powerful than other species of the same species, but their limbs are relatively weaker, and their hunting habits are similar to those of mountain eagles.
"If you talk so much, let me kill you with one arrow."
Sola, who showed signs of rage, did not think about the benefits of information advantage at all. With a look of displeasure, she took out an orange-yellow crystal. After the light shone, a magic long bow appeared out of thin air.
"Could it be!"
Raistlin was a little shocked.
"Yes, Thoradar. Wrath of the Stars."
"Wait a minute, isn't that legendary bow called Solidar. Wrath of the Stars?"
"Ha, where can I get the Sun King's bow?"
Sola raised his bow and opened his hand, and the magic arrow flew out like a meteor, hitting the griffon's deformed horn.
There was another howling and neighing sound, and the mutated griffon actually used a three-hit combo of flying, biting and tail-sweeping felines.
However, the female elf used the utmost distance to dodge all the attacks as if she were strolling in the garden. Then she raised her hand and hit the griffin's wing root with another magic arrow. The beast let out a wail of pain.
"You don't seem to need my help?"
Raistlin discovered that Sola was extremely familiar with the gryphon's movement patterns, and he almost felt like he could predict the enemy's opportunities.
"Ha. Do it!"
Practice has proved that in battle, there is no time and energy for you to explain in a long way.
The seemingly cool Sora opened his mouth, but even if he gasped, the unhappy female elf could only spit out the word "do it".
Raistlin's mana surged, and a ball of black magical energy gathered in his right hand. Rolling like boiled asphalt. The black-robed mage threw an energy ball and accurately hit the griffon's wings.
"Howling!!!"
Due to the numbness of its wings, the mutated griffon lost its balance in an instant. It ran awkwardly for several steps, and then stared at the two powerful enemies in front of it with bloodshot eyes.
Neither Sora nor Raistlin responded to the mutant gryphon's glare indifferently, and then continued their attack.
When fighting flying monsters, break off the wings first, then cut off the tail, and then break off the head when possible. This is basic common sense. So Sora and Raistlin's attacks were basically directed towards these places.
Although the mutated griffon is ferocious, it is still just a powerful beast. Under the repeated attacks of Father Hunter and Master Fa, it was eventually exhausted. Gradually showing signs of decline.
"Could it be that the horn is just a deformity and it has no special abilities at all?"
Sora gradually took control of the situation and finally had the time to speak.
"Don't dare to try."
This was not the first time that Raistlin encountered a trapped beast going crazy. The closer he got to victory, the more cautious he became.
"I'm tired of playing."
Sora put away her magic longbow and drew the stabbing sword from her right hip.
"After all, I have learned the paladin routine for so long. Let me show you the strength of the strongest trainee paladin."
Sora said the shameless words very shamelessly.
Then in the desperate leap of the mutated griffon. Using the Holy Shield technique, he inserted the stabbing sword into the beast's right eye socket.
"The Paladin's routine is really dirty."
Raistlin sighed. With the Holy Shield, Holy Wings, and Holy Light, it became very difficult for the Master to defeat the warrior.
The wings were crippled and the vitals were severely injured. It seemed that the mutated griffon's heart had not been destroyed yet. The mad beast desperately vented the last anger of its life. However, both Sora and Raistlin were of the practical side, and had no desire to show off their last-hitting skills. They just walked in circles to stall for time, waiting for the mutated gryphon to bleed to death.
"Teacher, is this how a mage fights?"
Clarian, who was watching the battle from a distance, later asked Raistlin that the battle gave the young apprentice a feeling of anticlimactic and very unfavorable.
"What do you think? The teacher should use all his magic power to blast that beast with a super-magic extremely effective pyrotechnic? Clarian, remember, the mage's battle is only about victory, using the least magic power to achieve the greatest victory. Fighting is fighting, It doesn’t matter if it’s shiny or not, it doesn’t matter if it’s beautiful or not. Victory is victory, whether you pick it up or you happen upon it.”
After educating his young apprentice, Sola had already cut off the mutated griffin's head and collected valuable monster materials.
"Little dear Clarian, if you are willing to change into women's clothes and show it to aunt, she will carry it for you."
Sora teased the young apprentice.
"don't want."
Clarian righteously rejected Sola's teasing, then took out a large bag, put the bloody gryphon head in it, and carried it on his back.
Good weight!
Avoiding their companions all the way, the three returned to Stratholme City.
"Sir Luo Yan will inspect your loot and distribute the reward, but I'm sorry that His Majesty has left and cannot meet you."
Carlos's personal attendant, Todd, responded to Sora and Raistlin's request with great grace and propriety.
"His Majesty Carlos has left Stratholme?"
Sora looked unhappy.
"Although it's very presumptuous, do you know when it happened? The army seemed to be resting, and His Majesty left right away?"
Raistlin asked politely.
"This is not a secret. It doesn't hurt to tell you. Yesterday afternoon, His Majesty returned to Hilbrad through the portal."
Todd replied.
"His Majesty Carlos is such a good man."
Sora knew who the human mages in Stratholme were, and expressed his admiration for Carlos's ability to teleport like this.
"When His Majesty left, he left behind a message."
As Carlos's constant companion, Todd has completed his transformation and knows how to maintain his image as the king at all times.
"Wherever righteousness goes, even if there are thousands of people, I will go there."
"Um, I don't quite understand."
Sora scratched his head.
"In Hillblade, an unfair trial is taking place, and His Majesty is going to deliver justice."
Todd didn't go on. Anyway, everyone would know it soon.
Wu Ping's murder of the general and the treason case of Biglas Bertone.
After the main force of the Alliance arrived, the Horde finally gave up the offensive on Thoradin's Wall and retreated to the southwest of Hilbrad.
The Alliance and the Horde have entered a new round of stalemate.
At this time, a storm was brewing within the alliance. The key point was the disappearance of Bigglas Trollbane, and what role Wu Ping, who raised the alarm, played in this incident.
After receiving the letter from Danaus, Carlos immediately entrusted Turalyon to take care of Stratholme and handle the follow-up matters of Stratholme. After seeking Alleria's consent, he led a small number of personal guards to cross in the most extravagant and dangerous way. overcame the obstacles of the mountains.
I have very few friends, so I won't allow you to bully him.
With anger and pride, Carlos decided to dare an unfair trial.
At this moment, I already have the ability to change the world.
I, Carlos Barov, the king of Alterac.
I, Carlos Barov, stand for justice at this moment. (To be continued. (.com))
