But after losing the divine power, this temple inevitably lost its former glory. Brand saw that a corner of its south side had collapsed and didn't know how many years it had been since anyone visited.
"Ah!" The Miss Merchant who walked up from behind made a small gasp.
"This is..." Antitina was also stunned.
"This is the Holy Temple of the Silver Elves," Brand, accustomed to the magnificent and splendid buildings in past games, said. The elves, dwarves, and winged clan were innately master builders, and their cities were awe-inspiring in their grandeur. Therefore, he quickly snapped out of his initial surprise at the temple: "This place was originally the royal tomb of the Silver Elves, and even after humans came, they didn't change it."
Unlike the forest elves, humans have always regarded the Silver Elves as their most steadfast allies. This sentiment has been cherished from the time the Saint War defeated the Dark Dragon and is still recognized among the lower class civilians to this day.
"Royal Tomb?" Antitina turned around: "How did the Royal Tomb become an altar?"
"Because the Silver Elves' ancestor kings made a solemn oath while alive to protect their homeland with their eternal life. After Shaye, the Elf Goddess, communicated with Lord Marsha, their heroic spirits were eternally stationed here."
"A nest of heroic spirit-like beings?" the noble daughter asked.
"Why was it abandoned?"
"Officially, it was due to war. In reality, it's because the Silver Elves' ancestor kings did not want to get involved in human-on-human conflicts. The Erune nearly angered Marsha over it, leading the truth to be buried," Brand replied while turning to look at Antitina and Miss Merchant: "You won't find any record of it in any document within the kingdom."
The two girls nodded together, not asking Brand why he knew, because they knew the answer must be 'the wizards' documented historical truth'!
"This altar might still have the potential to be reactivated." Brand seemed to thrive on shocking everyone further with his words.
"Don't get too excited, it's only a possibility." However, only he knew for certain that, if the strategy didn't lie, the activation possibility was one hundred percent. However, due to the limitations of the plot task, the 'creatures' generated inside could only exist for thirty days. But thirty days were more than enough for a task.
Although Brand said that, how could Antitina and Hu Que not get excited. This was a biological nest; even the possibility of activation had tremendous benefits.
The news was like a treasure chest glowing brightly in front of everyone, potentially filled with gold and jewels or completely empty. But in front of such a chest, most people would lose their composure.
Hu Que licked his lips and lowly asked: "What are we to do, my Lord."
Brand turned to look at them, pointed at the two mercenaries behind them and asked: "You two are Elemental Mages, right?"
"Yes, my Lord." The two mercenaries nodded together.
"Are there any crossbowmen?"
"Yes." Hu Que quickly picked out four men from the team: "Is this enough?"
"It's enough." Brand said while taking a roll of rope from his backpack: "Four of you, come with me, I need to arrange the tactics."
Antitina frowned: "Is there going to be combat?"
"Don't worry, it's just a small ghost knight." Brand had barely finished speaking when he saw Hu Que's face turn pale. He paused and subconsciously asked: "What's wrong with you?"
"My Lord, you just said 'a small... ghost knight'?" Hu Que asked with a puzzled expression.
Brand coughed, then remembered that a ghost knight might be insignificant to him, but it was a Level 35 elite undead, which the strategy emphasized should have at least twenty players of Level 20 with reasonable profession matchups to deal with this 'little boss' in the plot instance. Follow current novᴇls on novel-fire.ɴet
But that strategy came from ancient game times. By his era, players' mindsets had changed. He had nine or ten methods to handle a ghost knight.
Realizing this, Brand reassured: "Don't worry too much, the ghost knight has a fatal flaw. Follow my instructions, dealing with it won't be hard."
Hu Que looked at his lord skeptically. If it were typical mercenaries, they might have turned around and left. Ghost knights were among the most frightening creatures in wilderness legends. It's said they rode like shadows beneath the moon, silently taking living beings' lives, and even golden knights were no match in one encounter.
Not to mention their twelve black iron middle-upper rank mercenaries, even if doubled, they would be slaughtered.
But that's because most people seldom dealt with these legendary creatures. Unlike players, who could die and revive, piling up experience with their lives, NPCs weren't innately advantageous here.
Nonetheless, Hu Que obeyed Brand, nodding anyway.
This strengthened Antitina's suspicion that they were noble house servants, but she didn't point it out. Instead, she asked: "Isn't this the Elf King's Tomb and under Marsha's protection? How could there be evil spirits?"
Brand snorted: "Years ago, monks from the Flame Temple tried to preserve the nest by forcibly altering the undead's oaths. Chaos power took advantage of the weakened Order Altar, polluting it and leading to the emergence of evil spirits. The legend states that Marsha's wrath indirectly contributed to the Xifah Dynasty's downfall."
The noble girl nodded, not knowing there was such a tale.
"My Lord, are you talking about that..." Just then, the mercenary keeping watch over the temple suddenly turned back nervously, pointing towards it.
Brand instinctively turned around.
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