Heroes of Might and Magic: Grand Consul

Chapter 129 The Diamond Man of Profound Truth

"What? The caravan has been robbed again! What are you all good for?"

"A dozen boxes of gold coins, dozens of cartloads of supplies, and a lot of crystals, all vanished without a trace? Did I spend all that money just to raise a bunch of pigs?"

“Bandits! Tell me, what kind of bandits could make hundreds of regular troops flee in terror? If there were such a powerful force in the wild, the Xilin Plain would have been occupied by bandits long ago.”

"Suppress the bandits! Suppress the bandits! Put my leg back on!"

The witch entered Little Salman's study and found it in complete disarray, with decorations and books knocked over by him. Several Northern nobles stood there meekly, not daring to say a word.

Upon seeing Medea enter, Salman waved for the nobles to leave.

"12000 gold coins, 60 raw stones, 30 crystals, some artworks and food, and even the servants and slaves ordered by the nobles of the capital have all been stolen!"

"These bandits come and go without a trace. I sent a hero with advanced pathfinding skills to chase after them, but they couldn't even see a shadow of them. It's unbelievable!"

No wonder young Salman was furious. All the soldiers and fleeing troops said the enemy was bandits, but how could bandits be so strong? A force of hundreds of spearmen and sharpshooters launched a surprise attack without warning, and even the griffins couldn't hold them off. They must be under the command of the god of thieves.

Salman could only use his superior troops to disguise themselves as a guard and spread rumors, hoping to lure the enemy deep into his territory. However, the bandits changed locations again and remained hidden.

The plains are vast and the roads are easy to navigate; how could so many caravans possibly be protected?

Using high-ranking soldiers for protection would be counterproductive. However, even slightly lowering the troop level would immediately attract bandit attacks, leaving them in a dilemma.

That wasn't the only problem; Longletburg ordered the passage to Graystone City to be blocked, preventing any caravans from passing through.

Because of this precedent among the Northern nobles in border areas, they couldn't say anything. So Salman hired some strong soldiers to try and cause trouble, but when they went to the vicinity of Graystone City, they were all wiped out, and not a single one of them escaped.

Seeing that his planned trade routes were being blocked at every turn, he had no other choice but to ask Medea for help.

The orange-robed witch took out a crystal ball, gently placed her hand on it, and began to chant.

"Great Alchemist God, please find the traces of the enemy, and plunge them into iron-like folly, mercury-like viscosity, and copper-like corrosion."

I would gladly craft their heads into vessels, hang their limbs on steel frames, ignite their hearts in alchemical flames, forge the hardest diamond beings, and offer them to the alchemical altar!

Medea leaned forward, removing her upper robe and pressing her body against the cool crystal ball. Instantly, snowflakes began to fall in the room, the temperature plummeted, and the witch's fair skin began to be tinged with blue, giving her an eerie and mysterious beauty.

Salman, standing to the side, had turned his head away early on. He swallowed hard, but dared not look back. He was afraid that the witch would bewitch him and then mercilessly sacrifice him to the god of alchemy.

Listen to her prayers; they sound like something out of a cult. But for these devout witches, the idea that everything in their bodies could be refined is a blessing.

Medea donned her robes again, and the crystal ball began to spin. A thick fog dissipated, revealing a cave surrounded by snow and wind. Inside, hundreds of thieves were eating over a fire. Beside them lay dozens of chests of treasure—the very goods the caravan had lost.

Deep within the cave, a masked man was recording something. As the crystal ball zoomed in to examine his face, the scene suddenly trembled. The man's figure transformed into a ball of light, stretching into the endless distance. At the farthest point, there was a stone chair with countless sharp blades stuck in its back, and someone could be vaguely seen sitting on it.

When their eyes met, the crystal ball shattered, and nothing could be seen anymore.

The shards pierced Medea's body, drawing blood, but she acted as if nothing had happened, gently smoothing the wound.

"The enemy is no small force; they are likely a religiously affiliated unit, and their true identity is that of thieves. Their commander is still unknown."

Their location should be in one of the mountains near the border. If you send troops to surround and annihilate them now, there should be a good chance of capturing them!

Medea circled an area on the map and informed Saliman.

The Northern nobles have been searching for their target for a long time without even catching a glimpse of him. Now that they know his whereabouts, they've already gained something. After a moment's consideration, Little Salman said, "Both the bandits at the border and the roadblockers in Graystone City are unusual. Those fools among the nobles alone probably won't be a match for them. You have to help me!"

Although the origins of the thieves are unclear, given Salman's consistent conspiracy theories, whoever benefits is the mastermind, and it is highly likely that they were subordinates of Longletburg.

Maggie definitely doesn't have that ability, otherwise she wouldn't have been defeated and lost her city and territory. So the only possibility is Su Mu.

Little Salman was actually somewhat wary of Kuraki Town, but he never expected that a baron would act so ruthlessly, leaving him with no leverage.

The deep blue light emanating from Medea receded like a tide, and she seemed to enjoy this state, her face filled with infatuation, immersed in ecstasy.

After a while, she spoke: "The Mystic Diamonds and their hero, Gubang, will arrive on the plains, and he will help you achieve victory."

As the witch stretched out her arm, a gray mist rose, magically forming a miniature diamond figure that displayed her powerful abilities.

【Diamond Man (Tower Tier 3 Super Tier Unit): Attack 13, Defense 12, Damage 10-14, Health 60, Speed ​​5, Huge Size】

Element: None.

Strongest spell resistance: Resists 95% of magic damage.

Ultimate Skill Descent: Can be converted into physical resistance for a certain period of time (loses magic resistance, continuously consumes hero's magic points, the conversion rate is determined by hero's spell power, if it reaches 20, it can be completely converted).

Comment: When the ultimate technique is unleashed, no one can shatter the diamond.

A hero with 20 spell power gains 95% physical resistance—how can anyone fight that? It's ridiculously strong. Even a hero with 10 spell power still has nearly 50% physical resistance.

The Salman family frequently dealt with the Arcane Empire, but they never expected the other side to possess such a monstrous unit. Although converting arcane arts requires mana, as long as a hero with high knowledge attributes is sent, they can hold out for a long time, enough to end the battle.

Tower heroes are often growth templates with high spell power and knowledge, and they are least afraid of consuming magic.

With this force, even the Knight Legion stationed around Graystone City poses no threat. Unless it's a freakish hero like Conrad, no one can defeat the Diamond Legion.

Salman even felt that using them to intimidate little Longlet Castle was a bit of a waste of their potential, but the witch must have had her reasons for doing so.

After Medea completed the alchemical communication, her expression was rather serious.

The forces behind the enemy were far more mysterious than she had imagined. The fact that they were able to break through the alchemy spying meant they definitely had a high-level altar or temple.

Currently, the Church of Light in the Kingdom of Elton is weak, and angels have not appeared for a long time, so it shouldn't have a strong faith.

But with the chaos of war and the reshuffling of power, she could no longer see through the fog of uncertainty. At least in the plains and snowfields, the smell of hellish sulfur, the stench of decaying corpses, and the radiance of a newly formed throne could be heard.

They are all heretics and must be dealt with severely and eliminated while they are still weak.

This is why Medea agreed to send the Diamond Man of the Secret Arts.

Just then, a scout suddenly walked in and reported, "An aurora has appeared near Graystone City. According to the locals, a huge star axis has appeared in the illusion and is approaching the real world."

Upon hearing this news, even the most knowledgeable witch's eyes lit up.

From this perspective, the western district of the Marquisate is even more worth fighting for!

(End of this chapter)