As expected.

Brian really saw a young warrior following silently behind the uninvited guest. He held a heavy sword slightly disproportionate to his physique in his hand, and looked around with a vigilant look.

From the opponent's weapons, simple clothes, and the restrained violent force revealed, Brian instantly judged that this was a berserker.

You should know that Leatherman is a land that is both cold and desolate. No matter where, in any place, there are many powerful residents who fight against the environment.

Because of this, the men here are all berserkers who despise armor and become the homeland of berserkers known to the world.

However, although Leatherman's Berserk is famous, it is a mountainous country where ferocious warriors are ruled by witches.

The women here are all spellcasters who can skillfully use spells. On the surface, Letherman was led by a powerful warrior honored as the "Iron King", but the one who really manipulated everything behind the scenes was the witch, and the Iron King was selected by them.

Witches are respected in the Leatherman area, and it is undoubtedly a death penalty to harm the witch, and not obeying the witch's orders is also a death penalty unless the perpetrator is a child and another witch, or just an ignorant outsider who commits the crime for the first time.

At a rough look, you can feel that the law that hurts the witch is obviously directed at Leatherman's male warrior.

This is true. The feminism in the Leatherman area is definitely comparable to the Drow Elves in the dark area.

In Leatherman, the relationship between the witch and the Berserker is often teased by players as the "Queen and the Dog", because most Leatherman witches usually take a Berserker with them and act as their own guard when they go out for adventures.

If these male berserkers are lucky enough to be selected by the witch, it will undoubtedly be a glory for them, which is the same as obtaining high-quality mating rights.

Another reason is that the violent power controlled by the Leatherman Berserker is only able to suppress the magic of the witch, so that they will not lose their rationality due to inability to suppress, and thus go further on the path of professionals.

As the two of them broke into the rashly, as long as the people in the tavern were not fools, they could clearly feel that the purpose of these two people coming here was not as simple as eating and drinking.

Brian noticed that the four orc warriors sitting in the center of the hall had already placed their hands on the weapons on the table.

The leader of the orc, who was the leader, gave a wink at his subordinates, and the other party immediately took the weapon and walked towards the door.

The orc pulled out a scimitar, and there were a row of serrated teeth on the inside of the wide and curved blade. He pretended to be drunk, looked down at the witch viciously, his drunken tongue was hard, "Hey, are you here to drink too, beautiful girl?"

He shook off the robe outside, exposed his thick arms and a wide body with an inverted triangle, patted his sturdy chest, and said complacently, "You are wearing such an exposed dress. How much are you planning to pay? Seeing my figure, it's very suitable for you. Even if you want to cut it a few times, there will be no problem. You will definitely be satisfied with it. How about it? Do you think you can try it?"

The mockery of the orcs made the surrounding occupying troops burst into laughter.

"Then give this girl a sword as soon as possible." A mercenary shouted, "But don't use fighting to mess with such a beautiful woman."

In response, a lewd laughter came from the crowd, and even the air that was about to solidify was filled with joy.

However, with a scream, everyone's smile froze on their faces.

The berserker behind the witch took the initiative to take a step forward, and waved the sword in his hand mercilessly, cutting the air straight, as fast as lightning.

The orc flew into the air with a smile on his head, drew an arc, landing in a bowl of potato scallion broth, splashing out the soup mixed with blood.

His remaining body fell stiffly and heavily on the ground, blood flowing, and in the blink of an eye, a thick spot of blood spread, and under the dim light, it shone with a faint luster.

"This is the first time I heard that someone likes to make such a strange request." The Berserker glanced at the corpse on the ground, deliberately shook the blood on the blade, and said disdainfully to the orcs in the middle of the hall.

In an instant, someone screamed, and the tavern was in an uproar. After seeing the gate blocked, a few local residents stumbled towards the backyard.

Chairs were overturned while pushing, and wine glasses fell to the ground. The waiters in the tavern were so scared that their faces were pale and tremblingly hid behind the counter.

The young berserker quickly carried his weapon and protected the witch, staring at the soldiers and mercenaries of the Dark Trade Network with a vigilant face.

Bryan, who was watching, noticed that more than a dozen people had quietly found their weapons from their waists, oiled buckles, boot linings, wrist edges, and other positions, and even two casters in black robes.

"Can't you see it yet? This bitch was deliberately making trouble!" A half-orc slapped the table with his broad palm, knocking all the bowls and spoons to the ground, and shouting.

He kicked over the table between him and the Berserker, and took two steps back with fear on his face, shouting: "Dare to come to Shadow Valley to make trouble, let's go together and kill them!"

"Damn it, the tadpole is drawing a toad on it, showing off your mother here!"

"The little guy who has not even grown all the hair dares to come here to act wildly!"

In an instant, a group of soldiers and mercenaries rushed towards the witch and berserkers in various greetings and insults.

At this moment, the calm-looking witch raised her hand, and a translucent giant eagle that looked like spirit floated in the air, making a harsh roar.

This scream that was enough to shock the soul suddenly made most people in the tavern with less will resistance, like headless flies, rushing wildly in the hall, and even colliding with each other, wailing in pain.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! The Berserker picked up his long sword and shouted angrily, like a tornado, breaking into the group of scattered soldiers and storms, causing a bloody storm.

At the same time, the witch also controlled the spirits she summoned and fought with several spellcasters in a crushing posture.

At this moment, Brian naturally had no leisure and elegance to watch this one-sided battle. He had already run out with the half-elf monk Leoson in the chaos.

In the Shadow Valley, in addition to the occupied forces that were entering, a large number of mercenaries were gathered, waiting for the opportunity to receive employment and participate in the war against Cormanso's Elf Expeditionary Force next spring.

Although many of them had fought against Santalin in the past, now Santalin is completely out of time and has no way to eliminate the potential threats among the mercenaries.

What they can do now is to brutally suppress the local residents and increase the strength of the Shadow Brigade.

Anyone who does not clearly show the Holy Emblem of the Good God will not be in trouble on the street unless they openly clash with the occupying forces or try to enter the Twisted Tower or the Castle of Kragg.

It is precisely this reason that Shadow Valley has become a mess under the secret operation of the harpists, and a scene similar to the Old Skull Tavern has occurred in many places.

The troops stationed in Kragg Castle rushed into the valley at a very fast speed, trying to suppress the chaos.

To Brian's surprise, he actually saw a red-robed wizard from Sel not far away fighting against the Sky Mage of the Santalin Society.

As the magic tattoo tattooed on the red-robed wizard's shiny bald head was activated, his head was like an anti-aircraft gun, firing out fireballs as big as washbasins, killing a sky mage riding on the back of a magic pet to death.

"How did you convince the red-robed wizard to participate in this melee?" He couldn't help but ask the half-elf monk around him curiously.

"How could I have this ability? Isn't it that the Red Robe Wizard Society was built on the trade concession in the Far Mountain City and was captured by the people of the "Santalin Society". All the magic potions and equipment inside were looted." The half-elf monk said with a smile:

"Do you think the red-robed wizard who never likes the loss will give up? You know, as long as these bald guys don't encounter such powerful enemies... cough! They will not take revenge overnight."

"That's true." Brian nodded slightly, without pointing out his little thoughts. He looked at Leoson, who often had a smile on his face and said, "The magic net has been torn apart, and your leader is seriously injured. Why do you look very happy?"

"Can you repair the magic net with a sad face?" Leosen spread his hands, revealing a bitter face, and answered helplessly.

"Okay, pretend I didn't say it." Brian shrugged with a smile.

While talking, the two of them had already taken advantage of the chaos in the valley to come to the vicinity of Krague Castle.

A large group of sullen local residents, under the supervision of a team of soldiers, were gathered and walked towards the Twisted Tower.

A gong knocked three times in front of the tower gate, and then the tower gate opened.

Twelve Pastors Ben walked out of the castle gate neatly, and four Sky Mages rode their mounts and flew over the crowd, and then came the Santalin army composed of dozens of sergeants who protected a middle-aged nobleman.

As Leosen guessed, the defense here became obviously very slack, and most of the guards and the Sky Mages and Priests who were responsible for monitoring the place supported the past in the direction of the Twisted Tower.

"We have not had much time." Leosen looked at the Crag Castle in the distance, took out a string of pendants from his pocket, and handed it to Brian. "This is the Ashaba Pendant, which symbolizes the legal identity of the Lord of Shadow Valley. When you rescue Azara, you will hand it over to him immediately and let him come to the Old Skull Tavern to meet me."

"Are you planning to overthrow Lord Moglin?" Brian took the pendant and asked.

Ashaba's Fall

Type: Accessories

Inspiration: Weak prophecy is inspiration

Explanation: This pendant is a symbol of the royal power of the Shadow Valley.

Traditionally, it represents the dominance of Shadow Valley and the ownership of the Twisted Tower, and even the loyalty of the people still needs to be obtained separately.

However, if the ruler loses this pendant, his right to rule will lose its legitimacy.

By command, the pendant can be said in the voice of Ashaba himself: "The holder of the symbol is the only and true lord of the Shadow Valley."

The wearer can detect strong camp auras, including camp subspecies creatures and the profession ability of camp auras.

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"That's right." said the half-elf monk, "Only by exposing the conspiracy of Lord Moglin being possessed by the shadow can all the forces in Shadow Valley gather together and help us drive away the Tallinn army together. The most suitable candidate for calling for the leadership is undoubtedly Ms. Dove's son, Azara. Only when he holds the Ashaba Seal, can he get everyone's recognition and contact the elves reinforcements from Comanso."

"This is the key to opening the deadlock in Shadow Valley." The half-elf monk sighed helplessly and said sincerely: "I can only ask you to go there in person now."

"I get it, I will rescue Azara as soon as possible." Brian put away the pendant and prepared to set out towards Kragg Castle.

"Wait a moment." Leosen called him, with a slightly hesitant expression, and then said in a serious tone: "Based on the information I have, the reinforcements from the floating city of Sacros, which landed in the Kingdom of Sambia, have set off."

"You mean the ghost princes." Brian was stunned and turned around to express his guess.

From this news, we can see that the Shadow Princes who had not participated in the Shadow Valley subjugation war also took the initiative to participate because of his influence.

Although this seems bad news, their progress in repairing the floating city may be much lower, and they have won a lot of time for Mokou Town to welcome the floating city to ride on the face.

What just made him curious was that there were several ghost princes who planned to support Shadow Valley.

"That's right." Leosen nodded slightly. The confident smile that often hangs on his face turned into a hint of worry. "There are four ghost princes who came to support this time, namely Yada, Egerella, Ekasia and Oripa."

"So much." Brian frowned, "except for the eldest prince Rivalan and Ramorak, they all came to support him."

If it weren't for his most important task at the moment to repair the magic net, he really wanted to take advantage of the empty opportunity of the floating city of Sachros to cause some damage to them.

"Big Prince Revalan?" Leosen was stunned when he heard the name of the ghost prince, and then shook his head slightly, "No, according to the information we have, only the sixth old Ramolak in Sachros City was in charge, and he did not notice the trace of Revalan."

"What's the situation?" Hearing this unexpected news, Brian inexplicably felt a bad breath that filled his heart.

The great prince Rivalan is the supreme priest and spokesperson of the Lost Lady Shar in the ghost city. He is in charge of the affairs of the Lost Temple and preaches Shar's will to believers.

The leader of the ghost city disappeared inexplicably, and it is more likely that he is planning a bigger conspiracy.

"I don't know much," Leosen said helplessly. "Since you destroyed the floating city of Sachros, this ghost prince has completely lost his trace. Until now, our spies have not received any news about Revalan, and he seems to have disappeared out of thin air."

"It is obviously impossible to disappear." Brian shook his head slightly and expressed his guess. "With your harpist's ability, I believe that as long as Rivalan is still in the floating city, he will definitely be able to detect his existence, that is, the other party is very likely not in the material world."

He is still impressed by the battle with the ghost prince Ruivalan. The other party suffered heavy damage in the silver fire that broke out in Xinbu, and even the summoned demons were forcibly expelled.

Could it be that it was because the opponent was affected in this battle that he went to other planes and performed other tasks. Brian could only guess this way.

"I think so too." The half-elf monk agreed with his opinion.

Brian nodded slightly. He no longer delayed his time. He temporarily suppressed his inner doubts. After saying goodbye to Leoson, he walked towards Kragg Castle.
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