The next morning.

A flag appeared on the cliff platform not far away, with the pattern on it showing the head of a unicorn, which was the emblem of the forest goddess Melikay.

On this winding mountain road, there are still traces of war in recent days.

The orc corpses were discarded in the depths of the abyss. At this time, a group of jackals and wild dogs were eating the corpses. The scavengers fell all over the branches. When they heard the sound from the peaks, the wild beasts looked up one after another.

Brian led Xisaiya and more than a dozen Purple Dragon Knights and War Mages who survived by chance gradually walked towards the flag of Goddess Melikay.

These wounded men, including Shisiaya, returned to Mokou Town by teleporting spells, bringing them a significant healing potion.

After a night of rest, except for those who lack arms and legs, they all recovered very well.

The flag of the forest goddess is inserted on a stone platform stacked from mountain rocks.

When they approached the flag fifty meters, a mountain man stood on the table, the warrior of the Goliath race.

The stone race held the ancient horn and whined and whimpered, and the mountains responded.

This is not a declaration of war or a warning, but a welcome.

On the hovering path leading to the cliff platform, there were also a group of Goliath standing in a scattered manner. The leader was nearly three meters tall, with gray skin and strange dark markings on it.

Goliath's shaman said that these markings hint at the fate of a Goliath.

Because the patterns on their skin have special cultural significance, Goliath always tries to wear as little clothes as possible so that their patterns can be seen by everyone.

The same reason is that few Goliaths have tattoos, and drawing on the skin is equivalent to trying to change a person's fate.

The male Goliath here has no hair, while the female has braids.

Their eyes are usually kind blue or green, and they seem to be glittering under that towering eyebrows.

"His Excellency Brian!"

The leading Goliath warrior strode over, half-squatted down, and hugged Brian hard. The difference between the two physical bodies was like an adult holding a child.

The torso of the Goliath race is wrapped in stone skin, and the neck, shoulders and arms are distributed with cobblestone-like hard blocks composed of coin-sized bones and skin.

Therefore, at this moment, Brian was really not very comfortable being held in Goliath's arms. It felt like he was trapped in a massage chair full of stone touches.

But he knew that this was the way the mountain people expressed their enthusiasm, and there was no disgust on his face.

After the leader of Goliath let go of Brian, he looked at him with gratitude, his words and expressions, "My most respectful friend, thank you, it was you who killed the soul of the Shaman Hog ​​and the patriarch Arugao of the Shadow Wolf tribe, so that the orc army retreated without fighting, so that our tribe could be relieved."

The leader has prominent eyebrows, a wide jaw, and a hard mass scattered on his head, with gold-plated earrings. In the gaps of pebbled muscle mass on both sides of his chest, two earthy gems were inlaid with each other.

"Even if I don't come, you will go on that road, Lord Vimak." Brian smiled slightly and said with a humble expression, "You will accept the gifts of your ancestors and use your own strength to drive out the Orc Legion."

When he learned from Irmat's followers that Shisiah was likely to come to the town of Skeleton Rock where the Goliath race lived, he immediately rushed over with flying spells.

When you arrive at Skull Rock Town, you just happen to encounter the orc Shadow Wolf tribe, and launch a fierce attack on the town from another direction.

In this case, he naturally turned around the situation for the Shanmin tribe with two nine-rings. He learned from the civilians who fled here that the Steel Princess was acting as a rear guard force to cover the civilians to come here to take refuge.

It has to be said that Skull Rock Town, located in the Storm Horn Mountains, is indeed a good place to take shelter.

The terrain is steep, easy to defend but difficult to attack, and it can be said that one man is at the gate of thousands of men.

The most important thing is that among this group of Goliath race who believed in the goddess of the forest, there was a legendary shaman who lived in seclusion.

The power of shamans comes from nature, also known as the Force of Nature.

They don't need to study spells like wizards, nor do they need to rely on bloodlines like warlocks, similar to druids.

The spirits of nature grant them the power to see themselves as spokespersons of the spirits of nature, rather than followers of a certain god.

Otherwise, this town with a population of about 2,000 would have been captured by orcs at the first time.

But Goliath was not wary, and it was just a trade relationship with the Kingdom of Cormier.

Even under pressure from powerful enemies, they are more likely to pack their bags and head to safer places rather than staying in place to wait.

Of course, this is not to say that the Goliaths are cowards, but they regard every Goliath who falls in battle as a teammate who will lose forever, and they are deeply aware of how the failure of the battle will make the lives of the surviving members of the tribe more difficult.

The fundamental reason why the orcs suddenly regarded the Goliaths who lived in seclusion as targets was that Cormier's refugees and kings were all hiding here.

"Let's go, come with me into the tribe." Goliath leader Vimak laughed heartily, "I want to welcome you with the warmest ritual."

"I'm very sorry, I appreciate your kindness." Brian glanced at Hisaiah who was standing quietly beside him and said in a slightly low voice, "I want to see our king first."

Vimak realized something instantly, quickly put away his smile, nodded to the Purple Dragon Knight and the Battle Mage behind him with an apology, and then led them to Skeleton Rock Town.

Brian shook Sisaiya's hand and handed her a comforting look.

Xisaiya shook her head slightly and showed a reluctant smile at him. The strength revealed in her silver-gray eyes made him feel pity.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Brian and others followed Vimac to a stone house on the edge of the cliff.

This stone house is quite special. It is carved with dark patterns similar to the skin of the Goliath race. It seems to be something like runes, with a faint breath of divine energy.

This is the priest's rune.

Brian guessed the origin of the pattern because it involved a variant of the priesthood - Rune Priest.

He was not too entangled with this issue. After nodding to greet the two Purple Dragon Knights guarding the door, he let the others wait in place and walked in with Xisaiya.

The fire in the two symmetrical positions of the stone house was burning hot, filling the room with a gloomy red light, and at the same time, the smell of smoke and blood, as well as the breath of death.

A white purple dragon knight stood in front of the bed, looking anxious.

Another old man dressed in priests sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clasped on the bed, flashing with a light green divine energy.

Brian saw King Azene V of Cormier's feet stretched out outside the blanket, wearing boots, a purple robe threw on the ground, with burning marks and maroon dirt.

In a trance, he seemed to see magic boiling from the black, sticky blood and then disappearing.

Brian knew that this was not an illusion.

Xisia's hand slid from his palm, and the old Purple Dragon Knight and the priest made way for her.

She knelt in front of the bed, carefully stretched out her hand, stroked the king's pale face, and held the sword he had landed on the ground with her other hand.

"Father?" she asked softly, with a slightly trembling voice.

For a moment, the King of Cormier seemed to have not heard it at all, but seemed to have heard it again.

He turned his head very slowly, as if he was in a dream, looking blankly at the gray ceiling, and a bitter or regretful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Just as Xisaiya was about to speak, the king spoke, and he slowly said, "You are here? My bravest daughter, my little Natalella, my steel princess, I have been praying that you can escape the dragon's claws and survive."

"Father..." Xisaiya whispered, "I am still alive...you are still alive, you killed the evil dragon."

"Laurare Alawara is not a dragon, I can feel that she has just been sad for too long..."

The king whispered, "So deep...so fierce...her love is as strong as any Obaiszier, as strong as my mother and sister who lost you ten years ago, but for us Cormier, the price is too heavy..."

Before he could finish his words, a painful expression appeared on his pale face.

"Father, do you still feel pain?" Xisaiya asked with a sad look.

At this time, the priest beside him immediately muttered the obscure magic spell, and placed his withered hands carefully on the king's throat, forehead and palm to relieve his pain.

Xisia gave up his seat for the priest, and under the priest's careful hands, the king murmured incomprehensible words.

A purple flame streaked across the king's body and disappeared.

Meanwhile, the king twitched, gasped in pain, and closed his eyes.

"What did you do, Master Oden?" Xisia suddenly turned around, looked at the priest, and questioned.

When the pastor faced her angry gaze, his old face was as calm as ever, and he said slowly:

"This is the best treatment I can do, Your Highness. Your Majesty sealed the soul of the dragon with the Purple Dragon Sword. The dragon also cursed His Majesty with its own blood before dying. We must rescue His Majesty from the blood of this evil dragon, but I don't know why, the blood of the dragon actually has the effect of twisting magic... or even worse."

"How is it worse?" asked Hsiaya eagerly.

In order not to let the king hear it, the priest deliberately lowered his voice to the level of whispering, "The curse of the dragon's blood will burn His Majesty's flesh and blood to the point of only bones."

Xisia looked at the unconscious king, suddenly stood up and rushed to Bryan, looking at him with a pleading look.

She was about to speak, but was interrupted by Brian.

Brian sighed, shook her hand, and said softly, "I'll give it a try."

In fact, when he learned the king's specific situation from the priest, he realized that any attempt was doomed to be futile.

He came to the bedside, and the priest looked at him suspiciously and gave way to him.

When he touched the blood that oozed out of the blanket, he felt a stinging pain.

No, but a slight burning and painful feeling.

Brian frowned, feeling the request to others for the first time in his life was so powerless.

He could feel the blood in the king's body was covered with the curse of the dragon's blood.

This blood has even penetrated into the soul, and it is obviously impossible to save the king's life.

Brian shook his head slightly and said in a tactful tone, "Please carry him outside, so that he can look down on the cliff at the Kingdom of Cormier that he saved with his life."

After saying this, he stood up and promptly supported Xisaiya, who had almost stood firm, and let her lean in his arms.

She let out a long, trembling sigh, as if a chill was pouring over her whole body, and she shivered unconsciously.
To be continued...