CHAPTER 157: ACT 11 NIGHTFALL_3

His best finished product in his hand looked more like a carrot than a stag. Helplessly, he had to entrust this job to Tama. Most professional alchemists were supposed to be good at crafts, tailoring, painting, and even forging skills—of course, except for this half-baked alchemist Brand.

When he stepped out of the carriage, it was already close to dusk, and the sun was gradually sinking below the undulating mountains in the west. The afterglow of the sunset coated the mountains with a beautiful ancient bronze color, and the tips of the distant fir forest shone as if they were dusted with golden powder.

Brand held onto the carriage with one hand, looking at the evening glow on the horizon, and couldn’t help but think that if he headed west in that direction, he would eventually encounter a towering mountain that reached into the clouds—the Kalanja Mountain Range, a majestic mountain stretching westward, forming a peninsula in the Dead Moon Inner Sea.

He remembered his first long-distance team adventure in the game, which followed that forest and eventually reached the eastern shore of the Dead Moon Inner Sea.

This is this world, so real before his eyes.

After leaving the carriage, Brand took some time to find Romantic, but he couldn’t find the future Miss Merchant after searching for a long time. In fact, Miss Merchant spent the entire day on her "own adventure," and most of the time, you couldn’t see her around.

This lady seemed to have infinite energy, always helping out a lot among the refugees. Her enthusiasm had already earned her a reputation among the refugees. As Brand walked along, he could hear the refugees talking about "that lady" or "what that lady did"—

He checked the sky one last time, and it was already starting to get dark.

Around seven-thirty, Brand ordered the refugee team to stop in a deep valley. The light was even dimmer here, and the shadows on both sides of the valley walls were so obscure and indistinct that one couldn’t see what might be hidden in those shadows. As fog began to rise in the mountains, accompanied by the distant sounds of the night owls, it sent chills down one’s spine—

But Brand knew clearly that only in such places could they avoid the sight of the skeletal vultures of Madara in the sky. When night fell, it would be the time for spirits to come out.

After settling the refugees, Brand had the self-defense corps go to the nearby hillside to cut wood. He needed them to make a batch of simple long spears in a short time to equip the newly joined people.

His core strength still consisted of the cavalry led by the security cavalry and Mano, which had now expanded to over fifty people. That day, he had taken in nearly a hundred mercenaries and White-maned Light Infantry, and with the militia recruited from the refugees, this number could double.

So now he was not lacking in manpower; he was lacking in weapons. The self-defense corps still had three people sharing one sword, which reminded him of the revolutionary pioneers of his world.

On the other side, Brand had Char gather the key figures under his command, such as Reto, Mano, Yulier, and the newly joined Batom today—these people represented different factions of his forces. He had to explain to them the plan they needed to execute tonight to avoid any mishaps.

At eight o’clock, the last trace of light sank below the horizon, and the twelve Stars of the Witch King’s Throne first appeared in the eastern sky—

Brand stood with these people on the top of the valley. While watching the refugees busy setting up camp below, he said, "You have all seen today’s situation. The White Mane Legion and most of the refugees encountered in Sharp Stone River Valley—I’m sure most of you have heard the news. Madara’s tactical intent is not just to drive us away. On the contrary, they want to kill us to delay the news of Ridenburg’s fall from reaching Fanmir as long as possible—"

"What should we do, Lord? The undead army’s numbers at this time far exceed ours. Our riders have seen a vast Sea of Skulls to the west. They move slowly during the day, but at night they will cover the hills," Mano asked, raising his head.

"And zombies," another person added.

"Of course, there’s a way, but hoping to escape is impossible. Because of Luc Besson’s failure, the ’Dead Maggot’ and most of Kabais’ elite forces had already bypassed us from the front. We have to find a shortcut from the other side," Brand replied. "So, have you heard of the Land of Saint’s Relics?"

Everyone was stunned.

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