"This is a fake," Master Omar said, putting down his magnifying glass and delivering a disappointing conclusion.
After bidding farewell to Rendaen, Unas, still in his armor, immediately sought out the dragon scholar and Valas, who had volunteered to stay and continue studying the letter. After their research, the two, one human and one dragon, arrived at the same conclusion.
"The material of this armor should be the scales of some kind of Ground Dragon, coated with an unknown black metal. It has an astonishing hardness, almost reaching the level of Dragon Scales, but it is definitely not the scales of Black Dragon."
The claims were indeed unreliable. Unas felt he had been fooled by Rendaen, but could only sigh helplessly.
Now he had to find another way, so he immediately gathered several Watcher, who were the best candidates to infiltrate the enemy camp.
"I have a very difficult task for you, and I won't force you if you're unwilling to accept it," Unas said, trying to provoke you.
Nightmoon confidently raised her head, "Please give the order, my lord."
"I have a secret passage that I need you to use to infiltrate the upper levels of Blackrock Spire." Unas produced several parchment scrolls, the secret maps given to him by Rendaen. "Your first task is to gather intelligence on the Black Dragons; I desperately need their scales or teeth. Your second task is to make contact with a Dark Iron Dwarves nicknamed Half-Face; I will give you his portrait."
Is that all?
"Don't underestimate this mission. Blackrock Spire is not Forest; it's an extremely enclosed and complex giant castle. Once exposed, you might not even have a chance to escape."
"This is the Red Dragon Valas," Unas introduced the red-haired youth beside him, "He will cast Polymorph on you and travel with you."
"Greetings, beautiful Elf ladies. I am Vaelastrasz. I hope we can work together." This guy sized up each Watcher with an unusually friendly gaze; it was obvious he was a lecher.
Unas coughed lightly, "Alright, all of you, get moving quickly, time is of the essence."
He handed Nightmoon a letter urging her to surrender, a letter of amnesty signed by Rendaen himself, Half-Face portrait, and a secret map of Blackrock Spire. "No matter what, safety comes first. I don't want any of you to meet with misfortune."
"Don't worry, sir, we will definitely complete the mission."
Watching the backs of the four Elves and one dragon, Unas actually wanted to go on the adventure with them, but he knew that he was not agile and not good at hiding. If he were trapped in the tower, he would die a terrible death.
With everything assigned, a wave of fatigue suddenly washed over him, Paladin had been busy for almost two days and one night, quickly fell asleep in his chair.
A sudden chill in his left arm startled Unas awake. He jumped up from his chair and rushed out of the tent. It was already evening, and he had actually slept for seven or eight hours. It had been a long time since he had slept so deeply.
The Shadowfiend was restless; this feeling was unsettling. Had something happened to Natasha?
He immediately mounted King Kong and galloped out of the camp, where he encountered a guard rushing towards him.
"My lord, refugees have been attacked! Lady Namelia sent me to inform you!"
"Take me there quickly!"
Natasha's urgency—both urging the Shadowfiend and sending messengers—suggests something is definitely not simple.
A transit station was set up between the old stronghold and Blue Rock Pass for the rest and temporary accommodation of newly arrived refugees.
As more new people joined, the area grew larger and larger. When Unas arrived, the panic and chaos had not yet subsided, and people were discussing the bloodshed that had just occurred in small groups.
The crime scene was a mess. Five or six soldiers lay sprawled on the ground, each with a black dart protruding from their heart. Natasha was casting a spell to save the only survivor— Gail, the middle-aged man with the black beard, whose arrow had only missed his heart by a few centimeters.
Upon seeing these familiar-looking arrows, Unas's heart sank. "What happened? Where are the enemies?"
"They flew away. They rode on two huge red bats and kidnapped a girl," the guard beside him quickly replied.
"What?"
Unas suddenly thought of Luisa and quickly squatted down. He saw that Gail's face was pale, and she was obviously poisoned.
He hastily cast several Cleanse, and whether they actually worked or Natasha's detoxification technique was effective, the middle-aged man's face returned to paleness. He coughed once and opened his bloodshot eyes, "Quick! Quickly save Luisa!"
Natasha finished casting the spell, standing up covered in sweat. "Old man, you'd better not talk now and get some rest."
"Please! Please go and save Luisa!" Gail's mouth was agape and her eyes were wide open, her voice a mixture of sobs and screams, she was already at the limit of her anxiety and pain, but she still tried to struggle to get up.
"I'm willing to do anything for you! I'm willing to be your servant! Please help me!"
Like the world's most pitiful beggar, his pleading appearance was unbearable to watch, which was enough to show how important the kidnapped girl was to him.
Unas pressed down on the middle-aged man's shoulder. "How many of them were there? Which direction did they fly off in?"
"Two, from the southwest!"
Unas glanced at the wind direction; the autumn northeasterly wind was strong. He immediately took out a pair of folding Hang Gliders from his bag. He Thorium Brotherhood make them, and they were completely replicas of what he had seen on television in his previous life. The frame was made of sturdy and lightweight Mithril, and the main body of the glider was made of the strongest cowhide, which could withstand very high speeds during previous test flights.
"I'll go after them for a while. Namelia, quickly go and inform Alexstrasza to come back as backup."
"We don't know the enemy's details, so you'd better not act alone. Wait a bit, and take a few more people with you," Natasha advised.
"Perhaps just a second later, Luisa would have perished or disappeared forever," Unas tightened the Hang Glider around his shoulders. "There are only two of them; I'll be fine."
I'm leaving!
He leaped with all his might, simultaneously activating his Wings of Vengeance. The golden wings instantly carried him high into the sky. After adjusting his direction in mid-air, he immediately deactivated the Light Wings and glided forward using the wind and the leather wings on his shoulders. Once he had descended to a sufficiently low distance, he activated the Light Wings again to propel himself into the sky.
Unas's Holy Power could only sustain Wings of Vengeance for a little over a minute, but since the skill was upgraded to Lv5 with no cooldown, it can be activated up to a hundred times using the technique of instant activation and deactivation, enough to provide the power to fly very far.
The gliding speed was extremely fast; in less than half a minute, the Warden's figure disappeared from everyone's sight at the edge of the clouds. Helpless, Natasha had no choice but to send someone on a fast horse to inform the little dragon.
Unas sped forward, sparing no effort even to expend more Holy Power to increase his speed. Finally, after gliding more than thirty times, two small black dots appeared in the setting sun ahead.
The pursuing enemy also noticed the pursuers and immediately increased their speed, thus beginning an aerial chase.
Unas not only needs to surpass his opponent's bat mount in endurance and speed, but also needs to ensure that he has enough strength to deal with the opponent's rider after catching up, which is a considerable challenge for him.