Three nouns are engraved on the granite table in ancient elven writing. The classical style is full of profound and simple beauty, which makes people unable to forget it after just one glance. A beam of pale light shines from the dome window.
, lighting up the stone table like starlight in the dark night.
There was a dead silence in the hall, with dust floating up and down in the light. There were rows of candle stands all around, with hundreds of candles made of animal fat on them - but they were all extinguished. There was a long arch around the floor.
The window, the pale sunlight reflects the colorful compositions, filling the space with a fantasy color.
But further away, the light dimmed little by little, as if the entire hall was silently invaded by darkness...
The stone table is in the shape of a circle, surrounded by twelve white oak high-backed chairs: the noble and relaxed style seems to be an interpretation of royal power, or a symbol of power, simple and full of tension; but the exquisite carved lines
The floral decorations also reflect the owner's requirements for details, and he is as picky as an aristocrat. Only masters with superb craftsmanship create these magnificent works of art. They are valuable, and each one is a treasure.
There are twelve chairs and eleven people sitting there.
The eleven mages in gray robes had cold faces, the red robes were serious, the black robes were mysterious, the white robes communicated in low voices, and the three purple robed great mages sat tall and looked like kings; they
Sitting here quietly, as if waiting for a certain moment to come, only an occasional cough or two in the darkness proves that these are not eleven sculptures.
Eleven pairs of eyes looked at the empty chair: it was a long-backed chair at the top of the hall. A symbolic high pointed crown embroidered on the red leather backrest showed that it was unique.
Quietly, communication is carried out in silence, with a look, a gesture...
But in the end, someone finally broke the silence -
"The time has come." A black-robed mage stood up first and said in a hoarse voice: "Kararan, now we need an explanation; the Grand Speaker has gone further and further away. You understand, this is not the original intention of the establishment of the Grand Wizard Tower -
--Therefore, we must fulfill our original agreement!"
He raised his chin, letting a ray of cold light reflect his pale face, with deep-set eye sockets, and two scorching fires flashing inside. It looked more like a skeleton than an elephant man; he wore a gold-embroidered jacket.
The black silk robe, the soft and luxurious black material, stretched like a curtain to the edge of the stone table, dividing the pale light and shadow with his every move.
"Agree," the white-robed mage responded in a low voice. The elf woman said in a gentle and light tone, as if narrating a poem: "The purpose of the Circle of Magic Council is to maintain order, not to create rules; we have
The oaths made to each other before this stone table shall be abided by——"
The elf woman sat leaning against the light. The pale light reflected her marble-like white and smooth skin. She was simply an elegant and beautiful creature that was incomparably human. Her gray sapphire-like eyes were dazzling, and her eyebrows were slender and pointed.
, as beautiful as if it were painted on, with a straight and smooth nose without any flaws. The lips are a little thin - but the shape of the lips is very beautiful, unexpectedly good-looking. Behind the long pointed ears, there is a wisp of hair under each temple.
Her long silver hair hangs down, and she wears an elf silver headband - there is a ruby in the middle, shining with the light of blood, so gorgeous that it is almost magical.
She was wearing a set of snow-white robes that looked like works of art. They were also made of luxurious and soft silk fabrics and were edged with silver, but they were so dazzling that they looked like ceremonial robes for a grand ceremony. All kinds of fascinating designs were outlined with silver and precious stones.
Dazzling patterns and lines.
"I agree," the gray-robed mage on the left nodded, but did not express any opinion.
This is a young man. His face is so cold that you can shave off a layer of frost. He half-squints his eyes and pulls down the corners of his mouth. He looks like the whole world owes him money.
"Agree," one of the red-robed mage stood up, his voice was so calm that there was no ripple: "The covenant has not changed from the beginning, only the people's hearts have changed; the Great Speaker has not understood the meaning of this organization's existence from the beginning, but
Kararan, you must admit this - those young people have shaken the very foundation on which this world depends."
"Oh, you can't say that," a woman's voice came from among the group of black-robed mages. This voice was mature and charming: "Melody is just a newcomer, and I didn't understand the meaning behind the covenant from the beginning.
It’s inevitable.”
Her whole body was shrouded in a dense cloud of black smoke, holding a dark crystal ball in both hands, smiling half-smilingly, with a mysterious look.
"Adil, please call him the Grand Speaker." A purple-robed mage spoke. The middle-aged man glanced at the others indifferently: "Even if it's only temporarily---
This remark caused a murmur of discussion.
"Great Speaker?" Another red-robed mage stood up with a look of contempt on his face: "How ridiculous - I demand that this title be declared invalid as agreed! Whether it is for the eldest lady's last wish or our oath, the Grand Tower must
Keep moving forward while maintaining its original intention! And we also need a new leader, and it turns out that person is no longer up to the job!”
Finally, he summed up everything he meant in one sentence: "I agree with the previous formulation!"
The purple-robed mage on the left side of the head raised his head and looked around at everyone. He raised his hand to calm everyone down: "Then let's vote."
"Holy September, passed." The elf woman nodded.
"Arcane chords, passed." The first black-robed mage to speak sat down and replied in a hoarse voice.
"Oh, it passes." The red-robed mage's voice was calm and calm.
"Adil, pass."
"Paros," the young man in gray robe glanced at the others and said calmly: "Passed."
"We have no objections either," the remaining four mages communicated and expressed a unanimous opinion: "Passed."
"Passed," the purple-robed middle-aged mage who was the first to speak rolled his eyelids and said, "Kagras."
Then, all eyes fell on the last purple-robed mage - this was a young man with a very bad complexion. He seemed to have been seriously ill, and he seemed to be out of breath just sitting there.
; He pressed his chest and panted for a while, closed his eyes, and paused for a long time - and finally looked squarely at the eyes of the others.
"...I don't have much time, but I still want to say two things first..." He said weakly: "First of all, Magic Melody is my apprentice. I admit this and apologize to everyone..." At this point,
He stopped and rested for a while: "...I originally thought he was competent, but now it seems I was wrong..."
"Secondly, thank you for everything you have done for the eldest lady..." The young man gasped: "Although, I don't know if she can feel all this... but if she knows, I think she will be very pleased...
...After all, this place once held a piece of her dream..."
"I'm very happy, but also very sad... because some people will always misinterpret all this..." He took another break and continued: "As for the proposal, I pass----"
"The Mythril Fire of Kararan."
As soon as the young man finished speaking, the elf woman next to him immediately supported him to prevent him from falling down due to overexertion.====
The purple-robed mage who announced the vote stood up at this moment. He said loudly: "Then from this moment on, the proposal takes effect: the melody of the former Grand Speaker's magic will no longer have any connection with the Grand Wizard Tower. Next, it will be the Mithril Fire of Kararan."
Taking over the position of acting Grand Speaker; next, regarding the sanctions---how are you prepared?"
The scene became quiet----
"Construction Tower can join the Dragon City Alliance." The elf woman broke the silence and said: "I have tried to convince our Council of Mages."
"There is no problem with the Eye of Order."
"There is no problem with the Arcane Academic Association."
"There is no problem with the Chaos Society." The gray-robed mage said coldly.
"The Gray Robe Mage Association of Dragon City has entered the battle order."
"Oberseus Prophecy Society is ready to go into battle at any time."
The two purple-robed mages looked at each other and said at the same time: "Speaker, outside this hall, the 530 mage players in the Grand Wizard Tower can also join the Dragon City and the battlefield in the south at any time! But we have to
Let me remind you: Our opponents are not just players from the south. If they are so powerful, they can only maintain the status quo!"
The young man nodded slowly and closed his eyes tiredly, "I understand... No matter what means and power we have, this war cannot be stopped after all... I don't know what will happen in the future, maybe a war will sweep across
After the entire continent, even if we win, the place of change will inevitably change forever..." "I'm sorry, Mr. Speaker," the elf woman frowned nicely: "At the beginning, we didn't pay attention to the movements south of Oras.
.And because of the interference of the former Speaker..."
"No, there is no need to apologize... You may not know that this war is not an accident... The eldest lady is not a simple girl who can only dream. She has experienced pain that ordinary people can't imagine, and she will always understand the brokenness better than ordinary people.
The beauty of that moment when the cocoon turns into a butterfly; although she has lost this opportunity forever, she places her last hope here..."
Kararan, the most powerful wizard during the closed beta period, seemed to be just a young man with a serious illness at the moment. He breathed for a while and continued: "...The cocoon has now been formed. From the beginning, I
I know that this plot should be rooted in Oras...but in the end I couldn't surpass the wisdom of the eldest lady: the war between Dragon City and the Northern Lords attracted all of our attention..."
"But how should we go on?" Adil said in embarrassment: "We are not managers after all. We can only get to this point by relying on a deeper understanding of the world than ordinary people - the resources we can use
Not endless!"
Kararan closed her eyes and smiled.
"Believe me, believe Miss Ji. Although God took away her hope, she will definitely leave us hope..."
He took a breath.
"The box called war has been opened, and disasters, plagues and killings are spreading out. Perhaps the world will be filled with pain, hatred and despair; but deep in the box, there is hope after all..."
Transport Town----
A luxurious carriage stopped on the side of the street with the driver shouting at him, attracting many players. NPCs stopped and watched - not because the residents in the town were rare and strange, but because most people
I have never seen such a carriage that looks like a big city aristocrat's carriage - spacious, closed carriage, in the shape of a side-standing fan. The body is made of the highest quality white birch wood; the door handles and car decorations are made of
The fine walnut wood, like pieces of exquisite carvings, is polished brightly, and even days of traveling cannot make these pieces of art dusty. The body of the car is painted with black paint, and the corners are painted with
The four corners are outlined with silver lines, and there are artistic floral decorations carved by skilled craftsmen on the door. There is a small glass window left on the door, but at this moment, the beautiful curtains are drawn behind it, so that no one can see the true face of its owner.
.
The two horses pulling the cart are both pure black, without a trace of hair. Just standing there, they are like beings from heaven, noble and beautiful, making people admire them from the bottom of their hearts at a glance; the horses are so high-spirited
With a bunch of long white feathers tied on top of her head, she was as proud as two princesses.
Finally, there is a shield-shaped badge on both sides of the car: a red background, two intertwined swords, abstract feathers and ribbons, and then a gray-white ginkgo leaf and the back of a red dragon.
The citizens were talking a lot, and without exception they were guessing where this big shot came from. Seeing the coat of arms, some people guessed that it should be the carriage of a Dragon City lord, and only a noble man like them could
It is worthy of such a car; but some knowledgeable people soon pointed out that this is not the emblem of the Dragon City.
Just when everyone was talking about it, the carriage door opened on its own, and a man walked out from behind, which immediately made the people watching boo.
Although some people guessed that the person who walked out from behind the door would be a graceful and elegant lady, others speculated that the first person to get off the car was a proud and beautiful young lady, or even a cold and well-behaved aristocratic gentleman.
But no one could have imagined that the first person to appear behind the door was a short, fat dwarf.
In fact, this gentleman can be described like this: He is about four feet tall and about the same width horizontally - he is wrapped in a thick armor with a layer of amber crystals on the surface. His chest.
, the plate armor on the arms, thighs, back, waist and abdomen is up to half an inch thick. The armor underneath is not made of ordinary wool, but a thick cotton armor - as for the elbows, knees and other joints
There are long slats connected by double layers of chain mail: this is simply a movable fortress. It makes a clicking sound of metal friction when it moves.
The dwarf stood there, as stable as a small hill. He was also carrying a large shield that could almost cover him. Coupled with that terrifying armor, it made people wonder how this guy could pick up so many objects.
.
In fact, when he jumped off the carriage, everyone heard a thud, as if the whole street was shaking. Then everyone noticed that this guy was carrying a terrible weapon: it was a
A battle ax that can be used with one or both hands. The sharp ax blade sparkles with the light of magic.
"By the name of Omodin's beard, there is a bad smell in the air here," the dwarf jumped down and used his unique loud voice to offend the onlookers: "It's like those people from the Cloud and Mist Mountains.
A rat in a… I mean, like a dale dwarf!”
"That's the smell of the sea, you idiot, Shudun'er! Ah... stone, don't be stupid, give way!"
The voice of the little paladin princess came from inside the carriage. She said she was giving way, but in fact, the girl had already pushed the barbarian down; Manshi's face was a little blue, and it seemed that it was not because he was not accustomed to the climate -
--But because of motion sickness, you have to admit that Canaan is a strictly realistic world--whether it's good or bad.
"Oh----!" When they saw the Orcs, the players who clearly recognized this player let out a surprised sigh, because no matter what time, players who choose Orcs as their mother race are really a rare breed.
"I'm going to fall out if you mention the tree stump again, damn it!" the dwarf protested loudly.
"I'm not afraid!"
A curious little head stuck out from the carriage, with the same long golden hair tied behind her head, and blue pupils as clear as lake water; she looked left and right, then took a deep breath and exclaimed: "It's really good.
! This place has the same smell as my hometown, which makes people want to take a deep breath!"
After saying that, she jumped out of the car, and then went back to help Xue down - the female priest was wearing a black eyepatch and black armor as always, with a snake-head whip curled into a ball and hanging on the belt; her dark hair, dark
The battle robe brought out her even whiter skin, which was as smooth and dazzling as jade, making people unable to bear to look away.
In response to the little girl's words, she just smiled slightly, and her expression was like that of a gentle sister who dotes on her sister the most.
"arrive?"
The last beauty with red hair and scorching eyes jumped out of the car, it was the daughter of Tidenglas, Vladis - or the great, noble, beautiful Miss Fratis - of course.
This is a self-proclaimed statement. Although this woman is just wearing a red linen robe, her graceful body curves are still fully visible, especially the proud womanly capital on her chest, which almost seems to be torn apart.
Out of the ordinary.
She looked around, her moist red lips and beautiful golden-red pupils almost making everyone feel attracted to her; as she stood there, her whole body seemed to be burning like a blazing fire.
When seeing such a beauty, almost all the male creatures present swallowed subconsciously.
Normally, Xue and the little girl are also rare beauties, but they are overshadowed in front of Vladis. After all, their mature charm is like a fatally attracted forbidden fruit, making them want to fly to them all the time.
fire.
"We're here, Sister Vladis." The little girl took Xue's hand with one hand and Miss Red Dragon with the other. What's rare is that this extremely arrogant female dragon didn't even mean to break away.
I turned my face to the side, as if I just didn't notice.
"Speaking of which, Sister Vladis's carriage is really luxurious! There is a constant...what kind of magic in it?" Sophia thought hard for a while, but her simple mind couldn't hold these complicated things.
"Mansion spell, idiot--damn it, shouldn't dragon knights be noble, smart, well-behaved, and noble-like beings? Why do I have to pronounce my name like Sophia when I am so great?"
?I mean, why does a great being like me have to be paired with such a brainless knight?" Vladis kept complaining.
"What? I'm very smart!" Sophia noticed that the people gathered on the street began to disperse. She looked left and right and found what looked like a market not far away: "It's just arcane magic or something, paladin."
There’s no need for it… By the way, how do we get to the headquarters of the Bloody Slayer, Sister Xue?”
Xue smiled slightly and looked around, sensing that the boundless darkness in the world could not stop her vision: this virtual world unfolded in front of her in another way, it was like a strange space, with rays of light centered on her.
It extends all around, all the way out, even far beyond the perception of ordinary humans.
But it was at this time that the female pastor felt a familiar breath.
She turned her head in one direction, frowned slightly, and let out a soft sigh.
"What's wrong, Sister Xue?"
"Did you sense something?" Vladis hummed.
"No," Wrought Iron suddenly jumped up: "Damn it, it's them! Our old friends are here!"