Crimson Servant

"Weathert Dion, you can call me Weathert, or Captain." The Woodland Ranger, who had been communicating with the two of them, flicked the brim of his hat with his index finger, and the work of helping the refugees came to an end reluctantly, "I will arrange Manpower helps the villagers move to the Pearl Sanctuary for refuge. We are tracking an enemy scout force deep in the woods, and you two must follow me."

Weathert knelt down and searched the messy footprints with his fingers. His fingertips shone a little light, and an almost-eliminated footprint appeared in front of several people. It is eleven inches long, with a deep heel, which is significantly larger than the ranger's leather boots. There are more than a dozen similar footprints facing the same direction.

The ranger looked in the direction where the footprints disappeared, his eyes becoming cold and sharp.

"Believe me, it is better to follow us than to get lost in the forest by yourself. In fact, our troops are also stretched thin, and you seem to be quite capable of fighting. I will not accept rejection. Helping me fight these outsiders with bloody hands is my family. Responsibility."

John had no objection to this. If he wanted to get close to the battlefield, the best way was to gain the trust of Pearl Sanctuary first.

"I have no problem." John looked at his tall friend. Carl became a little silent after helping to evacuate.

The warlock's gaze caught the ranger's attention, and both of them turned their attention to the tall paladin. Weathert Dion thought to himself that he was so incompatible with this woodland that it must be a bad decision to impose nature's will on him. If the young knight in front of him refuses, the woodland rangers will banish him, which is a compromise for family friends. Losing a friend is not the same as gaining an enemy.

"I join." Carl Demiras stated his wishes succinctly and clearly. He stroked the corners of the shield and looked directly at Weissert, who looked surprised. "But I still have one condition."

"I want to be the first one."

The ranger did not expect this condition. He spread his shoulders and easily accepted the paladin's proposal.

"Of course, it's not even a condition."

As he walked forward, John looked at the silent knight beside him with his peripheral vision. He knew that his young friend must have a great change in his country. Growth is a painful process, and the pain lies in constantly discovering that fairy tales are false.

"I thought they would at least spare the civilians," the paladin muttered to himself as he walked through the woods.

Carl must have thought his voice was very soft, but to the ranger's ears, which could hear the drop of a needle, every syllable was crystal clear.

One of them chuckled, "I wish my enemies were so immature."

Karl heard the contempt in his words, and a dull nasal sound came from the young warrior's throat, like a purring lion. He will pour out this irritation on his enemy and use his martial arts skills to shock the arrogant guy.

The leader, Weathert, glanced back. His pace didn't stop for a moment, like a shadow interspersing among the vegetation.

"The elders have warned against denigrating what you have lost. Innocence is not a bad thing."

He turned to look at Karl and nodded apologetically.

"The difficulty is not to be naive, but to have the power to maintain innocence."

Weathert's words caused the rangers to stop talking. John looked at the entire silent team and finally found the familiar feeling on Weathert's body. He is like a parent. There is a family atmosphere in the Ranger Team of Pearl Sanctuary. John guessed that maybe there are such great parents everywhere here, but this feeling is not bad.

With the guidance of the ranger, they traveled extremely fast in the forest. Weathert Dion was familiar with every area of ​​this forest. He led everyone to avoid the difficult swamp areas and some wild beast hunting areas, giving Karl the feeling of strolling in his own castle.

They quickly bit the tails of the scout knights. Their swords chopped the traces of thorns, and dead branches and leaves formed a path in the woods.

Weathert followed these footsteps, his eyebrows frowning more and more.

"They have a clear direction, and someone is guiding them." The team leader's conclusion aroused some discussion among the team, but these suspicions quickly subsided. The Eversa Knight's course of action should not appear in a strange place. The current situation can easily arouse uneasiness, and ordinary people's thinking is most likely to think of "inner ghosts" and "betrayal", which can lead to internal conflicts.

But the strange rules of the Pearl Sanctuary put an end to suspicion.

"They have wizards. Those excellent magic network operators can be the best scouts, regardless of the consumption of magic power." John raised a possibility. This conjecture is very unlikely. If there are spellcasters on both sides of the enemy and ourselves, the defensive side will Usually has an advantage over the attacking side. Because they are prepared, druid woods usually have powerful protective barriers. This barrier maintained by the power of nature can shield detection and hide the location.

Barriers can also be exploited, and the mana nodes within them can give those familiar with them an advantage in all aspects. John just made this point to Weathert Dion. He wanted the ranger captain to inform him of the location of the barrier node so that he could use the power of the woodland to search for those Eversa knights faster.

But who knew that the ranger's face was a little pale, which gave John a bad premonition.

"We once had a powerful protective barrier, but it has been damaged. The elder druids have not reproduced the former barrier yet."

Weathert's answer made John's heart freeze. He was a Druid Woodland who lost his protective enchantment.

My God, no wonder Eversa's army dared to march straight into this forest. The defense strength of the Pearl Sanctuary was simply terrifyingly low.

"How is it possible? The Pearl Sanctuary has existed for at least two hundred years. Such a foundation should have been enough to compete with some small and medium-sized countries. Who can destroy the barrier here, the dragon? Or is it the invasion of demons?"

Weathert scratched his cheek in embarrassment and continued to run along the traces.

"That's a taboo that cannot be mentioned."

These words made John feel a bit like a desolate ancient association. Those immortals always like to hide secrets, and they are often buried with these secrets.

Odom Ellis is a young imperial knight. His family is an emerging aristocracy promoted by Emperor Eversa. As the eldest son of the family, he actively responded to the emperor's call and devoted himself to the war. It is the family motto of the Ellis family to hone martial arts and be loyal to the emperor. As a member of the emerging nobility, Oldham is often despised by the ancient nobility.

Those who considered themselves noble compared them to the emperor's hunting dogs, and Oldham also looked down upon those unruly guys. Those old families just suffered from the lingering shadow of their ancestors, like mice in a rice barn. For the current emperor, it is just a disaster.

Odom chopped down the annoying vines in front of him, while thinking about chopping off the heads of those fat-headed and big-eared nobles, he was filled with pleasure. The emperor was already dissatisfied with those old things, and Odom was secretly happy. Soon, the hounds' fangs would turn on those who stood in the way of Eversa.

Now, he had to deal with the savages in the woods first.

Odom's knight team includes three imperial knights including him, a sun knight, more than ten followers, and two war priests. Such a team configuration is somewhat overqualified for reconnaissance, and Odom carried out the order firmly. He knew that these believers of Tempus, the god of war, would never let him idle.

The priest, who was holding the mace tightly and holding the thorn shield, suddenly widened his eyes. The red pattern painted on his face became hot for a moment. The priest groaned and informed Odom of the divine revelation.

"We're in trouble, General!"

Oldham laughed. He liked the title and was eager to turn it into something substantial. The Imperial Knights organized themselves on the spot, waiting for the enemy. Several of their subordinates who had seen blood were gearing up.

"Let's take a moment with these green skins growing out of the grass."