Arcane splendor begins with the throne

Chapter 47 The Spirit Boundary
"Master Artes." A ranger captain in black steel mail armor and a forest-colored cloak embroidered with a silver griffin emblem took the reins, reined in his mount, took off his black gloves, and combed the With thinning hair dampened by mist, he said, "Our journey ends here."

After finishing speaking, the ranger captain looked around the dense bushes vigilantly, with a tense expression as if something terrible was lurking nearby.

"What do you mean?" Artes stared blankly, looked at the ranger captain beside him coldly, and asked, "Why?"

"Please forgive my rudeness, Master Artes." Facing Artes' cold questioning, the ranger captain on horseback didn't care, he saluted him casually, snorted coldly, and pointed ahead:

"Don't you understand? The glimmering river ahead is the Grimre River. If you want to live, don't go any further."

Several ranger riders behind them also stopped, but none of them got off their horses. Each knight put his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked around nervously.

"But I didn't see the upper reaches of the Grimre River." Arthur's eyes touched a dense bush and low hills.

"Please, my naive young master." The ranger captain's tone was a little impatient and mocking, "It's just ahead, just ride along these small hills that look like buttocks, believe me, it won't take long arrive."

"presumptuous!"

Facing the captain's rudeness, Artes sneered coldly, trying to use his identity to forcibly subdue the other party.

However, to his disappointment, the cold call had no effect, and the other party didn't care about his identity at all.

"You are all professionally trained wilderness rangers, and you know the terrain here. At least you should escort him to the river, and then point him to the shallows where you can cross the river. Now I order..."

"Don't tell me what to do here. I was able to send him here for Duke Sweet's sake." The ranger captain obviously didn't like this and didn't take Artus's words seriously. He even interrupted coldly:

"Don't push me too far! You are not a duke yet, let alone a guardian of the north, what right do you have to order the old... order me!

Besides, what's so special about this road? The Grimre River runs through the north and south of the Kingdom of West. Even an idiot can find it if he keeps his eyes closed and walks along the river bank. .Besides, there is not much water in the upper reaches, and it is easy for horses to wade across. Are you still worried about being drowned? "

"The terrain here is so complicated, what if you get lost?" Artes suppressed the anger in his heart, looking at the wild jungle full of bushes and weeds.

"Trust me, he won't get lost." The ranger captain stroked his wet hair and said with a smile: "Before he gets lost, the arrows of the elf ranger will be the first to burst out of the reeds and find him accurately.

It will be a sad story, for he will be pierced by many arrows and die, and his bones will sink to the bottom of the blue water, covered with green algae, and no one will ever know about him, and all traces of him will disappear except for the horse. The dung remains and floats along the river to the distant sea..."

"What a bunch of cowardly idiots." At this moment, a mocking voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.

Artes and Ranger Captain turned their heads together and looked in the direction of the voice.

With the sound of horseshoes, a gray horse emerged from the dense bushes and appeared in everyone's sight.

On the horse sat an indifferent rider with eyes shining like obsidian blocks, wearing a brand new woolen coat with a wide belt and silver-plated buckles around the waist, and the black cloak fell on the gray horse's rear.

He pressed the hilt of the sword with one hand, pulled the rein with the other, and looked at everyone indifferently.

Immediately afterwards, the gray horse shook its head, snorted, and moved forward slowly.

It was Brian, he finally followed up, Artes heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the person coming.

"Little brats, watch your disobedient tongues. This has not reached the border, you are afraid of this, you know? You look like goblins burrowing in the bushes."

Brian nodded slightly to Artes, then calmly watched the arrogant Ranger Captain, and said sarcastically:

"It seems that no matter where it is, it is full of dirty copper smell. Even the knights of Thorn Castle can buy it with money, but you should at least know some rules and etiquette? Or, even this little thing Don’t understand? So, what about the only bit of respect? Well, I admit, I overestimated you all.”

When Captain Ranger heard this, his face flushed instantly. He stretched his hands to his waist nervously, and while looking around, he responded sharply to Brian's ridicule:

"Tall your mother's head! You brainless fool, you don't know anything, you have no idea that the boundaries of elves expand with the range of their arrows, use a strong bow on the other side of the river, and the arrows are enough to fly to the river's edge On the other side, there is still power to penetrate the mail armor, and if the elves see us riding on horses in full armor, you will see what is called a rain of arrows that covers the sky."

Hearing the knight's curse, Artes' expression changed, and an ominous premonition filled his heart.

Brian gripped the reins tightly, stared at each other coldly, without saying a word.

"What are you staring at! You bastard elf!" The ranger captain taunted viciously, then raised his head arrogantly: "I am the captain of the No.13 ranger unit under Duke Swift, what can you do to me?

If you insist on going, it's your business, and your life is your own, it's none of my business!You are looking for death and no one will stop you, but I still cherish my life, and I will not go any further.In contrast, I'd rather stick my head in a bumblebee's nest than run down the Grimre River like you mongrel elf idiot, who do you think you are?Diplomatic ambassador? "

"Very well, since you like sticking your head into the beehive so much..." Brian stepped on the stirrups tightly with his black wolf leather boots, sat upright on the saddle, and responded coldly: "Then I will fulfill your request! "

"Clang!"

As soon as the words fell, a sharp sword came out of its sheath in an instant, cut the air straight, and disappeared at an extremely fast speed.

Caught off guard, the ranger captain didn't even have a chance to scream, his astonished head flew into the air, drew an arc, and fell into the dense bushes.

His mount neighed out of fear, suddenly raised its front hooves, stood up, and slammed the stiff stump onto the ground.

Faced with this scene without warning, several companions of the ranger captain and Artes gasped, frightened into silence, and the mount hissed back uncomfortably.

"You have disappointed me so much, future heir to the duke."

Brian took out a rag from the duffel bag on the saddle, wiped the blood on the blade, and said to Artes: "Even my own men can't handle it, how can you make me believe in your promise to me yesterday."

"In the name of the gods, I..." Artes came back to his senses and assured Brian with an ugly face.

"Okay! Don't say these things are useless. To tell you the truth, I didn't count on you at all." Hearing the gods, Brian sheathed the long sword impatiently. The force was so fierce that everyone was scared. He jumped, "However, don't worry, I will personally deliver this letter to the Elf King, but that's all."

Just yesterday, the little duke in front of him found him in person and begged him to act as a messenger to go to the elf holy land 'Blackman' and send a letter to the elf king Adelan El Adonis.

Because of his status as a half-elf, it would not be difficult to go to the holy land of elves alone.

In this regard, Brian, who had long planned to go to the holy land of elves, did not ask too much, but just agreed casually.

However, judging from the scene just now, things are obviously not as simple as imagined.

Of course, as Brian said just now, he never expected that the letter sent by the naive little duke to Blackman would play a decisive role in Thorn Castle.

The purpose of doing this is nothing more than to let the little duke send someone to lead him to the border of the elves, learn the details of the border by the way, and prepare a way to deal with it in advance.

After all, he has been away from the Elven Holy Land for five years, and he certainly doesn't know as much about these elves shouting for freedom as the people in Thorn Castle.

"So, can we have a good talk now?" Brian turned his horse's head and looked at the other ranger riders with ugly faces.

Brian knew very well that these so-called rangers in front of him were not members of the regular army, but to put it bluntly, they were composed of all kinds of mixed adventurers.

I learned from Artes that the real elite troops of Thorn Castle are actually the Griffon Knights they saw yesterday.

Since a large beast like a griffin must develop emotions from eggs, this means that a qualified griffin rider must receive at least two years of training-the growth period of a griffin is more than two years.

As for these so-called 'rangers', except for the real elite rangers, most of them acted as guides and scouts.

"Your Excellency, our captain has basically said what needs to be said." After a long hesitation, a ranger plucked up his courage and said to Brian:
"In the past, if someone approached the territory of the elves unintentionally or deliberately, they would shoot an arrow at the tree trunk or the ground to mark the boundary that could not be crossed. If the person who was warned turned around immediately, he could leave unscathed. But now it doesn't matter. Use it, as long as the elves see people, whether you are a diplomatic ambassador or a member of the church, they will shoot and kill them immediately, and sometimes even rush out of the forest to slaughter innocent people."

"If you really want to go to Blackman." Another ranger said:

"I suggest you start now, because the fog on the river has not dissipated. If the goddess of luck smiles at you, the elf will also miss it, so you have a chance to defend yourself."

"But elves seldom miss," added the first ranger to speak.

"I see, you can go now." Under the nervous gaze of the crowd, Brian was silent for a while, and then said.

The rest of the ranger scouts relaxed when they heard the words, and turned their horses around as if they had been pardoned.

"Wait a moment!"

Suddenly, Brian shouted coldly, and stopped them again, "I told you, I will fulfill your captain's request before he died, and you throw his head into the bumblebee's nest for me."

As soon as the words fell, the head that had fallen into the bushes floated in mid-air strangely, and under the terrified eyes of everyone, it precisely fell into the arms of a ranger, scaring him so much that he almost fell off his horse.

Looking at the color of astonishment remaining on their heads, the rangers exclaimed, kicked the horse's belly, and galloped away.

(End of this chapter)