The Hidden Knight of Mystra Chapter 108 Extraordinary Perception
It's spring again.
On the snowy path.
A convoy of vehicles was moving forward in a dusty manner.
The huge wheels of the carriage left a row of deep ruts in the snow.
There was a vast expanse of white snow on both sides of the road.
On the front carriage, an elderly necromancer was looking ahead vigilantly.
Every once in a while.
He would stop the convoy and use "Detect Life" and "Lookout" alternately on the vast snowfield.
Until the spell effect shows nothing unusual.
He would order the convoy to move on.
In this way, rows of carriages whizzed past on the thick snow piles.
When passing by an ordinary snowy field.
"Ah! Whoosh!"
The bone horses suddenly began to wander around in place, and the ghost lights in their eyes began to flicker.
"Something's wrong, retreat!"
The necromancer on the front carriage pulled the bone horse and turned around to leave.
At this moment.
A large amount of snow was thrown out from the snow on both sides of the road that he had detected with magic!
Bottomless holes appeared from the snow piles.
But then a group of horned demons jumped out from inside and rushed towards the carriage with a roar !
They passed by the convoy like a whirlwind.
After a moment.
All that was left was a mess.
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"You have killed 1 Necromancer, bringing your total number of Necromancers killed to 189. Your milestone , Necromancer, has set a new record."
"You gained 6 XP and 17 Chivalry points."
"You have gained 1 honor point."
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"You have obtained 2 Perception Fragments"
"Cumulative perception fragments: 103 pieces (400 pieces have been exchanged)"
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Easily exchange perception fragments into attributes.
In this way.
Roger's perception increased to 19 points, just one step away from becoming extraordinary!
But there was no trace of relief on his face.
He skillfully directed his subordinates to collect the spoils.
Roger looked towards the north, his thoughts starting to drift:
This is already the sixth month since the campaign mode was launched.
After the winter last year.
Graystone City took the initiative to retreat its defense line, using the four towns in the south as a fulcrum and using the cover of the cold winter to engage in a tug-of-war.
It stands to reason that winter affects the undead far less than humans.
Both Roger and Alan predicted that the enemy would launch a strong attack during the coldest period.
But the other party did not do so.
They just mechanically sent out the army of undead to carry out border harassment activities.
The leading necromancers were lazier than each other, and they were just about to write slacking off into the official tactics.
This seriously affected Roger's monster-killing efficiency.
For this reason, he had to take the risk of heading west and engage in underground warfare behind enemy lines with his men.
By intercepting the supply convoys traveling between Graystone City and the four southern towns, Roger's perception fragments increased rapidly.
But the honor points were not very optimistic. After a whole winter, it barely broke through 70,000 points.
Considering Gray Rock City's increasingly weak performance.
He was really afraid that he would use too much force and force these skeletons to surrender.
At that time the campaign mode ends automatically.
He had no place to cry.
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While thinking.
The figure of the gargoyle slowly appeared.
"A secret letter from Alan?"
Roger was a little surprised.
Counting the days, it’s not time for regular communication yet.
He quickly opened the letter.
The content above made his face change.
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"Confirmed urgent news: Two months ago, Graystone City was destroyed by a mysterious force, and now only ruins remain."
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"Two months ago?"
Roger felt a little bit of pain in his teeth. The spring breeze blew on his face, but the chill was still bone-chilling.
He looked back at the carriages.
Suddenly I had a creepy feeling:
"If this news is true."
"Then where do these convoys come from?"
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One day later.
Autumn woodland.
Lurking in the middle of the bunkers on the snow like a Chow Chow.
There were three people sitting in an open basement.
Alan sat upright in the main seat as usual.
On his left hand was a fully armed gray dwarf woman with a long beard and sharp, clear eyes.
According to Alan.
This is General Mowgli, the leader of the gray dwarves of Bande City.
These bunkers in the Autumn Wind Woods were built by Mowgli and his men.
It played a very good role in fighting against the undead army.
Roger sat opposite them, expressionless.
"Let's get down to business."
Alan said in a serious tone:
"The news of the destruction of Graystone City has been confirmed. This happened two or two and a half months ago."
"But in the past two months, we have still been harassed by the Undead. Roger has also intercepted many supply convoys disguised as those sent from Graystone City."
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Roger said calmly:
“It was very abnormal from the beginning.”
Alan nodded in agreement.
Graystone City's invasion to the south gave people a feeling of starting strong but ending weakly.
The undead army came with great force, but fought without any plan, and many of their decisions were completely incomprehensible.
If you insist on saying there is any pattern to follow.
That means Wellington is maliciously sending people to die.
"The destruction of Graystone City, Wellington's anomaly, and the "bone tax" incident..."
"I already have a guess in my mind."
Alan raised his head and looked at Roger:
"Remember the information about the Serra River that I gave you?"
Roger nodded.
Alan doesn't need to remind me.
He had also thought of the intelligence, which recorded Alan's many studies and investigations on the Serra River, as well as many unconfirmed legends.
There is an ancient legend mentioned in it.
The Serra is no ordinary river.
It’s a “boundary river”!
All creatures north of the boundary river are descendants of criminals!
If these people want to "cross the boundary", they must either possess power beyond the boundary river itself, or they can only pass the test of the "boundary guardian".
In this legend.
There used to be "border keepers" on the Serra River Bridge.
Any adventurer who passes the trial of the guardian can travel safely back and forth between the two sides of the Sera River.
Instead of being able to travel only during the coldest days of winter as it is now.
Even in the last few years.
Even during the coldest days of winter, the surface of the Serra River remained frozen.
The two sides of the Serra River have completely lost contact.
The Sera River without its guardians is like a sealed prison lock.
Lock the creatures on the North Shore firmly to this land.
Never leave.
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"If this legend is true."
"Then all Wellington's actions are aimed at breaking through the boundary river."
“The question is, why now, why last year?”
Roger analyzed this.
But he actually had a guess in his mind, but the guess was too heavy and he would not say anything without definite evidence.
"Because of the Cloud of Extinction."
The person who answered the call was the gray dwarf general.
Her voice was full of energy:
"In the legends of my tribe, the appearance of the Burning Cloud means absolute destruction. No city can escape."
"And in recent years, the annihilation clouds have appeared more and more frequently."
"We observed it three times alone."
Roger pursed his lips:
"three times?"
The gray dwarf general nodded and said:
"The first time was twelve years ago, when it appeared above an underground city near Bande City. Not long after, the city became a pile of ruins."
"The second time it appeared was two years ago, near a small town in the north. That time, we found a survivor in a cellar in the town afterwards, but her condition was very bad..."
"The third time is this time in Graystone City."
Roger frowned.
He was just about to ask for more details.
Alan said first:
"Although Graystone City was destroyed, Wellington must not be dead."
"He arranged the four southern towns and other strongholds in advance, and continued to deploy troops to divert our attention - just to prevent us from realizing his true purpose."
"On the one hand, we must stop him - his actions will attract the attention of Miejinyun regardless of whether they succeed or not. On the other hand, we must also be prepared to face Miejinyun."
"so."
Having said this, he slowly glanced at the two people present, and then said firmly:
"I'm going to be away for a while."
Roger was not surprised.
Alan had long expressed his intention to go to the source of the Bundry River. If the legend of the Burning Cloud was true, he would have no reason to waste time here with Wellington.
"You can leave this to me."
Roger didn't refuse.
"Bender City is your most loyal ally."
Mowgli showed great respect for Alan.
Alan nodded gently, his brows still frowning with worry.
The three of them discussed for a while.
Alan and Mowgli were chatting animatedly.
Until the end.
Roger finally seized the opportunity.
He tried to use the calmest tone possible to ask the female general of the gray dwarf:
"Can I meet the survivor you mentioned?"
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The other side of the bunker complex.
In a small but cozy bunker.
Roger asked the girl who was sewing clothes in the most gentle tone:
"do you remember me?"
"I'm Roger."
The girl's expression was numb, but her hands moved very quickly, as if she couldn't hear his voice at all.
Roger looked at the maid's outfit she was wearing, which had lost its color due to excessive washing, and continued to ask a few more questions.
But it's the same as what Mowgli said.
The other party ignored him and just kept working.
"May I ask, she is with you now..."
Roger tried hard to choose his words.
Mowgli seemed to see through his thoughts and shouted:
"I won't treat her badly."
"She is the best tailor and cook in Bande City. Even though she ignores people, no one dares to bully her!"
Roger looked into her eyes, and after a long time he grabbed her hand with a sigh of relief and said thank you.
Mowgli was stunned for a moment.
Open your palms.
A dozen silver horns sparkled brightly.
Roger looked at the girl deeply, then left quickly.
"Do you know her name?"
Mowgli chased out and asked loudly:
"We never gave her a name!"
"Talia."
Roger's voice floated from afar:
"That's her name."
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Return to your bunker as quickly as possible.
He sat on the bed.
He wears a white crow crown and holds a crescent moon jade pendant.
Not long.
The mind returns to tranquility.
The next moment.
He took a deep breath.
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"Do you want to allocate 1 free attribute point to 'Perception'?"
"Your perception has increased to 20 points, and you have gained extraordinary perception."
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"You have acquired extraordinary expertise: perfect sixth sense"
"Tip: The first time you obtain 'Complete Sixth Sense', you will have a chance to 'Overlook the Universe'"
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The scene before my eyes began to blur.
Roger seemed to have ascended to an unreachable overlooking angle.
That moment.
The view north of the Serra River is in full view!
All kinds of unspeakable whispers rang in his ears.
Many chaotic and terrifying scenes appeared before his eyes.
In these chaos.
He tried hard to distinguish.
His gaze penetrated all hypocritical barriers.
Finally saw a huge ship!
The ship was made entirely of human heads.
The mast and deck were made of thick thigh bones.
It was a veritable giant skeleton ship!
And the first time Roger saw it.
Human faces appeared on all the skulls on the ship.
And stared at him coldly.
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