After leaving the Lurian Desert, he flew north along the Red Stone Mountains. When Scarlett caught up with the Knights of the Southern Cross, he had already entered the northwest corner of the Saxony Province.
The reason why he left the brigade and rushed to the north was that in addition to worrying about the situation in the north, Roy also needed to deal with two things before arriving in Bandez.
One is to go to the city of Kohler in the Valencian province.
There, Alessia left a mysterious gift for him.
When leaving Lulian, Alessia repeatedly told Roy to go to Kohler City, which made Roy understand that this thing must be very important and not just a "gift".
The second thing is related to the Knights of the Southern Cross's costume change plan.
After all, no matter how many and powerful the Warcraft are, they are just Warcraft after all. A truly powerful knighthood will never place its hope of victory on these war pets whose IQs are far lower than humans.
Only one's own strength is truly powerful.
Therefore, in addition to entrusting the knights to the old knights for training, before Roy left, he kept all the two hundred sets of first-level magic equipment and the forty-eight sets of second-level magic equipment in the space ring.
He started making these armors when he was in a desperate situation, and he just finished them after the bandit suppression in Musha Town. He used up all the magic gold armor materials that Tracy helped find.
And now, he needs to find more materials.
"Damn it," Leng Jin stared at him and asked when accepting the Heavenly Transformation Magic Equipment, "Warcraft, Heavenly Transformation Magic Equipment... what kind of monster are you going to make this knight order into?"
Roy just smiled and didn't answer.
In this world, except for Teacher Austin and a few weapon spirits, no one knows the responsibility he carries. Therefore, no one knows his desire for the power in his hands.
This war has already begun.
In the future, when overwhelming demons sweep across the entire Redemption Continent, and when the mystery of the final battlefield is revealed, perhaps this army will be humanity's last hope.
If it was really a monster, Roy wouldn't mind feeding it in the craziest way possible.
Because he knows that only in this way can he stand in front of the person he wants to protect one day in the future, and can the last flame of mankind continue to burn.
Otherwise, it will be an eternal night that is freezing to the bone.
This is not alarmist. In fact, when Roy left the Lulian Desert, what he saw along the way was a scene of the end of the world.
Several originally peaceful and peaceful small towns on the northern edge of the Gobi have now turned into huge refugee camps as more and more refugees arrive.
Countless low and damp shacks are centered around the town, spreading in all directions, with no end as far as the eye can see.
This place is full of refugees with ragged clothes, yellow faces and skinny muscles. They gather here, anxiously looking for an opportunity to cross the Gobi and enter Lulian.
But most people can't afford this price.
An oxcart ticket to travel through the Gobi with a caravan has already cost up to sixty gold coins. This is an astronomical figure for ordinary civilians.
Normally, such a sum of money would be enough for them to live without worrying about food and clothing for several years.
And even after paying such a high price, all they got was a seat on a dilapidated bullock cart.
Along the way, they had to squeeze into a small carriage with more than 30 people, enduring the scorching sun, bumps, dirty air, and hunger and thirst.
They must always pray that there will be no problems with the bullock cart, that they will not encounter bandits, that they will not get sick...
The further north he went, the worse the situation Roy saw.
A large number of refugees went south, causing the towns along the way to be overwhelmed. Not only did prices rise, but the security situation also continued to deteriorate. As he passed through the northwest corner of Saxony, he had already seen many sights that he had not seen before.
Beside the road and in the mountains, you can see corpses that died of cold and starvation from time to time. Many villages have been burned to ashes by bandits running around, and even some lords' castles have been lost.
Cattle, sheep, poultry, and even horses were slaughtered and eaten completely.
The granary was empty. Even the voles in the fields, the wild beasts in the mountains and forests, and the edible roots of bark and grass were all eaten clean. Countless so-called bandits in ragged clothes were hiding on the roadside, and they swarmed up as soon as they saw passers-by.
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Roy even saw that in an abandoned town that had been repeatedly robbed by bandits and refugees, many people were willing to sell their bodies and even their children in order to have a bite of food.
Fortunately, this chaos is still limited to remote areas.
In the territories of powerful lords and important cities located in relatively core areas, the social order is relatively stable.
But even so, people's hearts are still floating.
At a crossroads, Roy reined in his mount.
The undead unicorn snorted, shook its head, took a few steps in place, and extinguished the flames on its hooves.
It is not surprising that Huobao usually looks like a long-haired and thin horse. Only on untraveled wild roads will it ride on the fire and run like lightning.
Roy rode his horse in a circle, looking at the different lines of defense and thinking.
Going to the right is the defense line leading to the main city of Saxony, which is close to Sinasili in the southeast and runs counter to the imperial capital in the north, so there is no need to consider it.
Going straight leads to the Imperial Capital Plain.
Originally Roy should have walked along this road without hesitation, but once he got here, he now had one more choice. That was to go to the left and pass through a mountainous area to reach the largest city on the northwest edge of Saxony——
Lengshan City.
There is nothing special about this city. For Roy, the only advantage is that it is located on the route of the Sky Demon Ship and has a Babel Tower.
If you use the Tower of Babel, you can first go to the Imperial Capital, and then depart from the Imperial Capital, pass through Ansos, and go to the Valencia Province.
In this way, although it may not save much time compared to traveling from the edge of the Imperial Capital Plain, it does save the fatigue of long-distance running and saves a lot of worry.
After thinking about it in his mind, Roy made a decision: "Let's go to Lengshan City!"
He turned his head and said something to the empty person behind him, then turned his horse's head and galloped away towards Lengshan City.
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Pullman stood quietly at the top of Lengshan City.
This cardinal, who was punished by Pope Nicholas II for making mistakes on the banks of the Frost River more than ten years ago, had originally been lifted from the disciplinary spell, ended the punishment in the Lotus Hell, and restored his identity and appearance. However, he still likes to suffer.
Monk's dress.
"He will step out on the devil's corpse, and that will be his final step onto the stage."
"Cut the thread of fate!"
"Go to the south, don't let me down."
The voice of Pope Nicholas II echoed in Pullman's ears.
Coming down from the Holy See Hill and heading south all the way, Pullman walked slowly and slowly.
He likes to walk.
For sixteen years, the torture of the Lotus Hell made his feet feel as if they were burning in the fire every step he took, destroyed and then reborn. One step after another.
This kind of pain is unimaginable to ordinary people.
And when the punishment was lifted, Pullman walked out of St. Arthur's Cathedral and took hundreds of steps. He already fell in love with the feeling of walking.
It feels like stepping on cotton under your feet, soft and warm.
So he kept walking, from the Holy See Hill to Vatican Castle, from the Pompeii Empire to the Solan Empire, and then from the northern border to the city in the south.
Along the way, Pullman had heard about everything that happened in the south, and about the young man who led the mercenaries out of the devil's abyss.
He knew that that was the person he was looking for.
He did not go to Lulian, but came here to wait, because the threads of fate extended here and intertwined.
No matter how far the future is, it is shrouded in fog and can no longer be seen clearly. But he knows very well that his mission is to cut off this thread of destiny here.
If it's not that young man's, it's my own.
The setting sun is like blood, reflecting the top of the cathedral tower in Lengshan City. Pigeons are flying, clouds are passing by, and time flies by sometimes.
Pullman did not stay in the church, nor did he meet with the local believers and envoys of the Holy Emperor. He chose to stay in a simple inn, receiving a glass of water and a piece of bread every day.
Then there's the waiting.
Walking through the muddy streets, walking along the moss-covered and mottled stone stairs up to the city wall, we waited for a whole day.
People from both high and low life would always cast curious glances at this strange ascetic, but Pullman's eyes were empty.
In these days, he will always recall sixteen years ago.
Wearing red clothes, he waved his hand to stop the heavy snowfall and dispersed the stormy clouds in the sky. Then he looked at the woman on the other side of the river and the little boy beside her with eyes that had everything under control.
In the end, the impression of the woman only turned into a bloody flower in the sky, and turned into a laughing curse.
But what occupies the clearest memory are the eyes of that little boy.
Although it was just an illusion, Pullman knew that it was his eyes, clear and innocent, but with a hint of sarcasm.
Pullman came up with God.
So much so that he didn't realize that at this moment, the wind suddenly started blowing in Lengshan City. Black dense clouds came from the distant mountains, dust and sand flew. People in and outside the city were packing their things quickly. On the ground,
There were already big raindrops falling.
The heavy rain came as expected.
Pullman, on the other hand, stood quietly at the top of the city like a sculpture.
Suddenly, Pullman's ears moved and he turned his head to listen.
There was a rapid sound of horse hooves.
Then, he saw the young man on the horse and saw those... eyes.
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.A new big plot started, and it got stuck. I updated my official account today, but a large group of people turned a blind eye to my paintings and frantically urged me to update them. Okay, I’ll post them first.