After the great battle, the bridge, being sufficiently thick and sturdy, miraculously did not collapse and remained relatively intact.
Nidhogg turned and walked towards Rogier, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground. He also glanced at the tunnel and, seeing that Slan and the others were completely overwhelming Godrick's soldiers, didn't go to support them.
"Are you alright?" Nidhogg approached Rogier and asked.
"I almost died here." Rogier took a sip of Crimson Tears from his Flask and laughed at himself. "But I'm okay. I'll recover soon."
Almost every Tarnished has a Flask, just as almost every Tarnished has a Finger Maiden.
Nidhogg's theoretical Finger Maiden is dead, leaving only a note saying, "Even if guidance has long been broken, please become the Elden Lord."
Melina became his Finger Maiden, and later it became a matter of cooperation.
Nidhogg also drank from his Flask of Crimson & Cerulean Tears to restore his HP and focus. After all, theoretically, today's trip to Stormveil City was only a third of the way done.
Rogier slowed down, stood up, dusted himself off, and said:
"Fortunately, in the end, you turned the tide. I owe you my life. Don't worry. As long as my old friend isn't too angry with me, I'll try to persuade him to help you."
"If there's anything else you need help with, just say it."
Nidhogg thought for a while, looking at Rogier's magic hat, wand, and sword. He seriously considered where Rogier might be able to help him.
"As it happens, there's some information I want to know. Your magic and combat skills must have been learned at the Raya Lucaria Academy, right? Is it intersecting with this world, and where is it located?"
Rogier was momentarily stunned by this question, then smiled slightly and said:
"Besides, although I don't aspire to become the Elden Lord, most Tarnished do walk that path. So Raya Lucaria Academy is the only way."
"You guessed correctly. Raya Lucaria Academy also intersects with this world. But they pursue a policy of closure and independence, almost completely severing contact with this world."
"If you want to enter Raya Lucaria Academy, it's really difficult. However, if you ask me, you've come to the right person, because I know how to get in."
Nidhogg's eyes lit up, and he asked, "How do I get inside?"
Rogier replied firmly, "Return to this world, go all the way west, wait for the full moon, set sail—and you will find the entrance to Raya Lucaria Academy in the depths of the Western Sea."
"Only on the night of the full moon, when magic is at its peak, does the magic of Raya Lucaria Academy seep out, opening the entrance."
Then Rogier gave a few more key points about finding and entering the entrance, and stopped.
Nidhogg nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this.
After a long time, the bloodied Slan, Azan, Serpico, and the four Dabasha also arrived. Godrick's soldiers in the tunnel had obviously been cleared by them.
Azan and Serpico were a little excited. They had tried the weapons in their hands, forged by the blacksmith Hewg, and used these combat skills. Their combat power was indeed like adding wings to a tiger. They easily defeated the attacking soldiers.
Nevertheless, they, like Slan and the Dabasha, looked at Nidhogg and Rogier with great admiration.
The fierce battle between those two and Margit just now didn't seem to be on the same level. Today, they saw the true meaning of the word "dimension."
If they could, they would want to learn combat skills, incantations, and magic from them.
As for Farnese, whom Azan and Serpico were seeking, she must surely be living with Nidhogg's companions now.
Then, if Farnese accepted the essence of the world like they had, it became even more imaginable what she would become.
Nidhogg asked Melina nearby to use the incantation Grace and Blessing, so that everyone in the prayer formation could gradually recover their vitality. This caused another surprise.
Rogier also wanted to ask who Melina was. But when he saw Melina turn into white light and dust and scatter, she didn't intend to stay. He had to stop.
After a short rest, the group moved forward together. They climbed the shocking "small hill" left by Agheel's corpse and followed the slope of the bridge. Soon, they reached the inner city gates, guarded by a tower.
Slan and his Dabasha didn't mention leaving during the process, clearly not wanting to give up this adventure so easily. Nidhogg and the others, naturally, didn't intend to drive them away.
When they arrived at the gates of the city center, they soon saw a large group of Godrick's soldiers gathered behind the heavy, latticed gates. There was also a thin man in yellow cloth with a fetter-like pendant hanging from his neck.
The people behind the gates had clearly witnessed the entire process of Margit's defeat. One by one, they looked nervous, guarding the inner city gates.
The soldiers had witnessed the "Fell Omen" Margit repeatedly defeating invading enemies. The reverence in their hearts was obvious.
This was the first time they had seen Margit lose. A sense of crisis and fear naturally arose.
How will they deal with an enemy that Margit couldn't stop?
On the hillside behind them, ballistae and artillery pieces were also positioned, aiming at the gate's location. If the gate was lost, they would surely open fire.
"You... you..." At this moment, the thin man in yellow cloth, with white hair, stammered slightly. "You're Tarnished, right? The main entrance is not permitted. Lord Godrick will blame us for this."
After saying this, he suddenly smiled for some reason, laughing strangely and oddly.
"If, if you really want to enter... Hehe... Then enter through the side door... Hehehehe..."
Nidhogg and the others looked in the direction the thin man was pointing and, sure enough, saw a side door next to it, leading to the outer slope of the city center.
The soldiers beside the thin man were stunned. Someone shouted, "Gostoc, as the gatekeeper, you are responsible for guarding this place. How can you show a foreign enemy how to enter the city?"
Gostoc, known as the "gatekeeper," was clearly a bit mentally unstable. He said with a smile, "The order I received was not to let Tarnished through the main gate. Hehe, that doesn't count the side door, right?"
"Besides, lately, Lord Godrick has needed more 'grafts.' The puppets on the hilltop still can't fulfill Lord Godrick's request. Hehe, isn't there someone right now coming to our door?"
"Of course, if you want to open the floodgates and let them enter through the main gate to fight you, hehe, I think that's fine. But I need to leave first, so I don't die like Lord Margit."
Gostoc's mad words precisely pierced the vital point of every Godrick soldier behind the gate.
Now, their city lord increasingly needed "limb grafts." He needed the limbs of Tarnished and heroes. The stronger the body, the better. But where could they turn to satisfy the city lord's needs?
If Nidhogg and the others took the initiative to deliver themselves to his door, that would indeed be good.
It's just that they didn't want to open the floodgates and let Nidhogg and the others through the main gate. Although there were many ballistae and artillery pieces behind them, Nidhogg and the others could even defeat that Margit, let alone them?
Even if they could finally capture them and sacrifice their full limbs to Lord Godrick, most of the Godrick soldiers here were doomed to death and injury. Who wanted to die in vain right now?
If they entered through the side door, a large group of exiled soldiers and Lost Knights were set up there. The deaths and injuries of that group of people had nothing to do with them.
So, the Godrick soldiers looked at each other for a while, and no one spoke again. This was a tacit acceptance of Gostoc's behavior.
"It seems they won't let us in through the main entrance," Rogier smiled and said. "Then let's listen to them and enter through the side door."
Nidhogg understood that Rogier wanted to deal with Slan and the others behind them. They might not be afraid of the ballistae and artillery pieces, but these people had fewer means to save their lives than they did.
So Nidhogg nodded. Everyone turned towards the side door. Gostoc and the soldiers behind the gates remained motionless, so as not to provoke the intruders and cause an unnecessary fight.
When the backs of Nidhogg and the others disappeared around the corner, Gostoc turned around with a smile and said, "I'll go report to the guards in the city, and also to Lord Godrick, that we have guests."
Having finished speaking, he hurried away.
The soldiers watched his excited and nervous demeanor, and everyone was strange and surprised.
However, considering he was usually this strange, no one said anything. They anxiously thought about what turmoil would occur next in all of Stormveil.
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