An infinite journey starting from Baldur's Gate

The drow captives revealed very useful information.
The main thing is the composition of the enemy. The largest number of them are undead creatures, skeletons, zombies and other low-powered cannon fodder.

The backbone forces such as humans, drow, dwarves and goblins are second.
There are the fewest relatively powerful monsters, such as the ferocious gnolls, the burly ogres, and the "air force" flying terrors running around in the sky.

In general, the composition of the cult's army is quite diverse, but their combat effectiveness is very strong.

In reality, they are not as insignificant as Ying Xin described. They are capable of fighting against any army, and their winning rate is even over half!
“… This is going to be a tough battle.”

Seeing this evil cult army approaching right before his eyes, Malone took a deep breath and made a serious assessment.

The stronger the enemy, the harder it is to buy time...

呲~
Suddenly, there were several unusual noises, and then Karak handed a lit cigarette to the captain:

"Take a couple of puffs. This stuff can help you relieve stress. Even though the effect is average, it's better than nothing."

The strong man usually looks carefree, but he is not as he seems. He knows that the holy warrior is under great pressure.
It's a pity that he doesn't have any good way to help people solve their problems.

I can only hand you a cigarette...

"Thanks."

This time, Ma Long did not refuse. He accepted the other party's kindness and took a sip.
The smoke went down his throat, and this feeling made him, a non-smoker, extremely uncomfortable. But after he recovered, the special substance in the tobacco
It did gradually help him a little.

Seeing his beloved like this, Gale couldn't bear it. He pursed his lips and wanted to speak, but he hesitated and finally turned his gaze to another person:
"Shadowheart, besides the construction of the cult army, didn't the drow say anything else?"

"That's all that matters. Thanks, Karak."

In reply, Yingxin also received a gift from Karak.

Like Malone, he had no interest in cigarettes, but at this special moment he could make an exception and try something new.

"You're welcome, bro."

Karak grinned and answered while puffing out smoke.

Following suit, Ying Xin took a puff of cigarette and continued speaking calmly:
"Of course, there are also things that I think are unimportant. Zhuoer mentioned that a new prisoner had recently arrived at the Moonrise Tower and was received by Som himself."

"Besides that, there is nothing else."

"A prisoner, I don't think he deserves our attention."

However, as soon as these words came out, Ma Long turned his head sharply, opened his eyes wide and asked quickly:
"Did you mention...prisoners?"

Seeing that he was interested, Ying Xin adjusted her attitude and nodded in response:
"Yes, a woman who looked very strange. However, Zhuo Er also heard about it from word of mouth, so he has no idea about the details."

In his opinion, the number of people who have been caught by cults is too numerous to count.

Apart from the meeting with Catherixom, there is really nothing special about it, and what use is this information to help everyone fight against powerful enemies?
Hearing this, Weier reproached in a serious tone:
"On the contrary, Yingxin, how can a prisoner be qualified to be received by a general who is above ten thousand people? Obviously, he is very special!"

"You... really shouldn't have acted on your own. Details are what determine success or failure."

Facing the accusation, Ying Xin nodded and shook her head:

"...I agree with you. Details are very important, but the question is, do you think a prisoner has the ability to help us?"

"Then why was he arrested?"

Seeing that there was a tendency for a quarrel, Astelon didn't mind making trouble and jumped to stand next to Yingxin with a smile on his face:
"Dear Weir, I think the prisoner might be a high-ranking harpist."

"Hasn't that old woman Jaheira always caused trouble for Thom? First there was the war a hundred years ago, and now she wants us to mess with their ancestral graves. She seems to have the qualifications to do so~"

...Let's put other things aside. According to Astelon's thinking, there is actually a possibility.
After all, Jaheira was exactly what she said she was.

Weier could do nothing about this and lowered her head and sighed. She had run out of words to say, and in the end, she didn't know who the prisoner was. Then Harsin expressed his opinion:

"If it is really Jaheira, we should go and rescue her, at least we will have more helpers,"

"If not... it's the same. We can't just stand by and watch someone die."

For the sake of former comrades and enemies alike, a druid will never stand idly by, and if it is a stranger, he should also lend a helping hand.
This was the creed of her society.

Just when everyone assumed that the prisoner was High Harper Jaheira, Malone was an exception. In his mind, the prisoner was actually... someone else.

Then he began to give the latest instructions:
"New goal. After sneaking into the Moonrise Tower, first look for the prisoner."

"Would it be... inappropriate?"

Hearing this, Gale was shocked at first, and then very tactfully hinted that this was not a good idea.

On the other hand, Astelon pointed at him without hesitation and said angrily:

"Have you lost your mind due to the smoke? I know you are a holy warrior who is keen on saving people from danger, but at least you should distinguish between the primary and the secondary!"

They were not the only ones who thought so, but they didn't express it.
Ma Long didn't care, shook his head and smiled, explaining:

"Don't let Asdelon lead you astray. She doesn't like Jaheira."

"The prisoner is definitely not a high-level harpist. In the confession of the drow, he was described as having a strange appearance. Could it be that half-elves are ugly?"

After being reminded of this, everyone suddenly realized!
Although Jaheira was old and no longer beautiful, her youth and beauty had passed away like flowing water, but she was not really ugly.
He was even described as "weird", after all he was half elven.

Because of Astelon's disruption, everyone overlooked this extremely crucial little clue...

The next second, a lot of unhappy eyes focused on the embarrassed derivative. Fortunately, the Holy Knight smoothed things over in time:

"Stop, this isn't a big mistake. There's no need to pursue it too much."

"...Hey, you..."

Staring at Astelon who was looking around guiltily, Weier shook her head and sighed.

"Are prisoners really that important?"

Although there is evidence that the prisoner is someone else, Yingxin still feels that a captured person is not worth looking for first.

Ma Long was silent for a moment, took a puff of his cigarette and said solemnly:

"My intuition tells me that the other person is very special. Maybe you will feel that it is inappropriate to say this, but I can't give a reasonable explanation."

"After all, the feeling comes from somewhere..."

Having said so much, Ying Xin said nothing more. Is intuition unreliable? That's not necessarily true. Just follow its guidance and move forward.

Although I don’t know whether it is good or bad, it is still a path after all.

Seeing that he remained silent, Ma Long looked at the others:

"Does anyone else have any objections? If not, then let's take action."

"…What should they do?"

Weir pointed to two figures, one large and one small, at the edge. They were Senil and Altkula. There was no such thing as a safe place in the cursed land.

(End of this chapter)