Chapter 604
This is a footprint, an ordinary footprint, but definitely shouldn’t appear in this Ancient Vestige.
The stared wide-eyed Loren half-kneeled on the muddy ground, unaware of the cold sweat dripping from his forehead, his expression has never been as shocked as this moment.
Under the blessing of "spiritual vision", the original clues are as intuitive as a report in front of him.
The traces are still very clear, indicating that the other person’s presence here is the most recent; heavy but even footprints are a sign of a stable footing. This person is likely to have received a certain degree of training... and then the most important thing. The traces of this footprint prove that it should be a heavy winter boot.
Why are there a pair of heavy winter boots in Byrne, which is like spring all year round and is approaching midsummer? !
Obviously, this was not left by Governor Byrne. Loren found his footprints as soon as he came in... and a mutant monster is placed here. No matter how stupid Gaspar is, it is impossible to make this Things are well known.
In other words, before you, even recently, has anyone else been here?
The boots and the beggars, It shouldn't be a lie, and there is no need, so this person entered this underground ruin from other places...
Who would it be? !
Why did he come here... Is he looking for Governor Gaspar’s charges, or is it just a coincidence of misplaying, or is he with the same purpose as himself?
The black hair wizard is full of questions.
"pa!" is another snapping finger, and the transparent ripple spreads farther.
Loren slightly trembled, his face suddenly gloomy...more traces were exposed one after another "in front of his eyes."
The scratches on the corner pillars are by no means ordinary weapons, but the battle halberd of Legion standard;
The blood stains left by the footprints and touch are obviously stepping into the ruins. I have encountered short-term obstructions before;
Although the same footprints are messy and concentrated, there are more than one, but at least two or three people;
The ruins have not been passive The traces and the cage are still intact, proving that the other party obviously did not find what he wanted, so he hurriedly left...
The pensive Loren's face was as deep as water, only his pupils were trembling and thinking nervously. Let him have no time for him to care.
No matter how absurd the result is, no matter how bizarre the reality is, when all impossible situations are ruled out, that is the only truth.
I don’t know why, when I think of this sentence, I always feel inexplicable irony...
There are two...or three... foreigners from the north are doing with themselves For similar things, I searched everywhere for the traces of the Blood Cult and the ruins of Evil God Brunhild, and I found it one step ahead of my own.
This is the only answer.
For the ordinary person of this era, Evil God has long been an absurd myth that only exists in the legend. Only the top of the church and the nine-pointed star wizard tower can really understand these...ordinary person even if it is The probability of finding this ruin is much higher than searching for the so-called "truth" in the legend.
An enemy who is absolutely unwilling to face right now, little by little Loren's silhouette is emerging from his mind.
The rebellious bishop, the apostle of "Black Cross" Seror...Farnesis.
Will it be him?
If it is true, then who is the person with him... What is the relationship between him and Governor Gaspar? !
The chill of fear made Loren cold all over, and he suddenly realized that this was not the most troublesome.
Red Blood Fort... It is even possible that the entire Byrne’s night watchmen have collectively defected and joined the Blood Cult. In other words, the empire probably doesn’t know anything about Byrne’s true situation, regardless of Is it the Torino family or the Governor of Gaspar who will not be so stupid to report the truth to the empire, it would be like suicide.
The last time the Eboden turmoil could be resolved smoothly, apart from the proper planning of the Corona Master, it is better to say that the complete extinction of the Eboden night watch aroused the vigilance of the Vault of Heaven; Brandon · Desalion and the Empire Legion arrived in time to resolve all potential problems in time.
What about this time?
The rebellious night watchman, the ignorant empire, the Governor Gaspar of harbor ulterior motives, the secretly planned blood cult, each of the thirteen Knight lords who care about...and the lurking In secret, the "strangers" who are also looking for the trail of Evil God.
The expressionless black hair wizard suddenly remembered the red-clothed man he met in the Gorse Manor, pretending to be the night watchman of the tavern boss... his last struggle before he died, Faintly made him feel a little familiar.
Weird recovery ability, strong void reaction, mutation that is almost convulsive...especially the final, almost undead-like, crazy posture...
Holy blood potion... The by-product of Isaac Grantham's research almost destroyed the entire Eboden alchemical creation.
After Alto Bellini was killed by himself, very few people really knew about it... Of course Loren himself would not be stupid enough to give it to others, and the recipe was burned clean. .
Farnesis is the only one who may master the Holy Blood Potion...In other words, if it is really the Holy Blood Potion, it is almost equivalent to confirming that he is in the Scarlet Blood Castle at this moment!
If he is going to do the same as last time here, how can he stop him? !
"Brownhild..."
"en?" Asriel tilted his head and looked at the whispering black hair wizard.
"What kind of existence does this Evil God called'Brownhild' exist?" Loren squinted, staring at Asriel's every move: "I remember you said, you guys The Evil Gods are very familiar with each other."
"Yes, indeed." The young man was nodded, sighed, and made a very emotional expression: "Brownhild...actually Asriel I prefer to call her "Kino" or "Aileen". Having so many titles is one of her characteristics."
"How to describe it, this guy is actually like Mezca Something like."
"Mezca?" Loren frowned.
"Uh...It's not what Loren thought, it's the intelligence of this guy." Asriel shrugged helplessly: "Stubborn, stubborn, straight-forward, not flexible...Although Evil God is full of weirdness, But this kind of simple-thinking guy is really a rare breed."
"It’s reckless in doing things, dumb, and has no ability to resist new things and all sweet things. It is also very ridiculous. She’s stubborn and the only thing she’s good at is to mess up everything..."
"But... in terms of strength, she is indeed worthy of the title of'War Goddess', in perfect condition Brunnhild...seriously, you'd better pray not to fight her."
The boy paused abruptly, his scarlet eyes gleaming, and a meaningful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Dear Loren, I know what you want to do; but as your best friend...Asriel advises you to give up this plan."
"oh?" Loren deliberately pretended to be stupid: "I still I didn't say anything, how did you know?"
"Because Asriel is Loren's best friend..." The young man raised his nose triumphantly, but his complexion soon became serious again: "It's true... If you can reach an alliance with Brunhild, it should be very helpful to Loren, but it is impossible!"
"No matter how rash, stupid, and simple...she is too A genuine Evil God, can Loren really believe that an Evil God can keep promises and will never betray Loren...eh?!"
The voice stopped abruptly, and the stiff Asriel opened his mouth. Looking at the black hair wizard's increasingly subtle expression.
"Keep on talking, I'm still listening." Loren, who raised the corner of his mouth, smiled slyly, and deliberately dragged his voice long: "I... can really believe that an Evil God can keep promises. Will you definitely not betray me?"
This is the end of being a cocoon...
Looking around, looking around, sweating, he wants to talk but crying, desperately scratching his head. The boy, even though he knew that at least half of him was pretending, Loren couldn't help being happy.
Shrugging, the proud black hair wizard turned and left.
"Loren, where are you going?"
"Does this still need to be asked?"
Stopping, the black hair wizard glanced at the person behind him Asriel:
"Holy Blood Elixir, Brunhild, Farnesis... pick up the soft persimmon first, Gaspar Wien, it's time to let him call the curtain!"