"Alas, the good students you teach have pushed everything to an irreversible situation!"
"What does this mean?"
"The bell of fate has already sounded, and the judgment that belongs to mortals has not yet begun, but it will not wait too long."
Aran thought about this sentence in a daze. There were many things in this sentence. Without thinking, he suspected that there was divine intervention. He just heard that the wizards of the Black Insect Society said that the sphere was the Eye of Magnus. Such a treasure,
Even if there are indeed gods and demons involved, it is very normal.
"Okay, I understand. Let's leave with the students."
"It's too late." After the mysterious mage said this, Aran was surprised to see eight more mages in the same attire walking out of the void one after another.
"What do you mean it's too late?"
"Because of a boy." Another woman spoke. She spoke in ancient Elvish language, and the knowledgeable Aran could clearly hear it, "Which boy?"
"Dragonborn has a dragon soul in his body and a fragment of time. Without him, that person would not have been able to break into this fragment of time."
Among the crowd of teachers and students in the college, Aran noticed the child they were talking about, a tall and sturdy boy from Brighton, with a tall figure and a childish face. Faraudah said that he would become a master of destruction. Now
It seems indeed so. Among all the still lifes, he is the only one who is trembling slightly. It is not the kind of excited trembling, but the trembling of fear of cold. Although his face cannot be seen, his expression is sad.
"What's going on? Will the child be okay?"
"The crystal tower gives us the power to fix time, just like freezing a river with ice. It was perfect until this little guy appeared. He is a piece of charcoal. Even if it cannot melt through the glacier, it will still emit light.
The firelight is enough for that person."
"Crystal Tower? You are the Psijic Order!" Aran shouted in shock.
This is an amazing organization.
And the Crystal Tower is an even more amazing creation.
Its extraordinary features cannot be explained simply, and its history needs to be traced back to the Elf Era.
The ancient elves who once occupied a dominant position in Nirn discovered through research that magic is constantly fading, just like entropy. From the birth of the world to its destruction, matter becomes more and more disordered, energy becomes more and more lazy, and even the personality of the soul will change.
was gradually worn away.
The original magic, which is the power that the Yuanlings have shown on the battlefield, is called Dawn Magic, the most extraordinary and greatest.
But no one can escape the temper of time.
In order to preserve the magic of the dawn, the ancient elves built the Crystal Tower, also known as the Crystal Law, which was the symbol of the supreme power of the Ellinor Kingdom at that time. It was also to compare with this tower that Alex in Tamriel
The Germans built the White Gold Tower.
The masters who built the Crystal Tower poured into it all the dawn magic that could be collected at that time. For a long time, the Crystal Tower has been an important beacon of magic energy on Nirn and the greatest magic academy in the eyes of the world.
However, the mystery of the Crystal Tower is far more than what foreigners see. It, or rather, like the Brass God Namidian, is alive and represents the essence of the ancient elves' supreme philosophy, which is to respect their ancestors.
The steps to reach the gods for the elves on the road!
A noble and self-disciplined elf will spend his life perfecting himself, learning art, magic, fighting, alchemy, forging, military and other knowledge, just to make himself close to the great ancestors and gods.
At the last moment of life, the person will enter the crystal tower and undergo a ritual called dragon chrysalis.
Dragon is time.
Pupa means solidification.
The transformation of the dragon into a pupa is the freezing of time.
An elf condenses into a dragon chrysalis in a posture closest to its ancestors, sublimates into the light world, joins the ranks of Yuanling, and is revered by future generations, making it a new ancestor god in the elf pantheon.
No wonder the high elves, who are the orthodox descendants of the ancient elves, are so arrogant. This is just because they defeated Oriel-El, who was close to elves and hated the mortal world, instead of Lockhan, who was close to humans and loved the mortal world. The arrogance of their family is the root cause.
It is also the most correct for them.
At this time, Aran was infected by the depressed tone of these nine Psijic believers, and couldn't help but feel a little flustered. He breathed for a while, and felt that the air was dull, completely odorless, and it did not seem to flow into his body. It was just that
Like a passer-by, he walked around the lungs and left. If the magic energy around him wasn't still surging, he almost thought he was in the eternal silence after death.
"No matter what, I need to leave with the teachers and students!" Aran was very serious. The current predicament is so similar to the time when he abandoned his companions in panic in Labrinxi! But this time, I will not escape again.
It is the honor of the chief mage!
Dazzling electricity lit up from the dark elf master's hand, "Stop when it's over, we'll leave right away!"
A female cultist scolded coldly: "You should calm down! If it weren't for your outstanding strength, we wouldn't have to pull you out alone. We hope you can accompany us to fight against the enemy, instead of coming to trouble us!"
"This is your own problem, so restrain your arrogance!" Aran said, "You are just a member of the world struggling. If you have the ability to change history, why didn't you take action earlier?
Do you only come to put out the fire when the situation is irreversible?"
The first believer who appeared meekly replied: "Who can really predict destiny? We are just a grain of sand blocking the torrent, trying hard to protect the carefree insects behind us. This operation was rushed.
, if it can work out, that’s fine, but if it can’t work on it, then go to the God Realm first.”
Aran was moved by their pessimism, "Are you really so desperate?"
"You are right, we are just a group of people struggling in the world, and that person is a demigod living in the world!"
jingle!!!
jingle!!!
"What's the sound?" Aran asked.
The crisp sound of bells stirred the sleeping air into cheers. The magic energy was like a pot of hot cheese soup, rumbling, gurgleing, exploding bubbles, and chattering. The colors of the world returned. Aran saw those
The Psijic believers wear bright yellow robes, with red patterns on the cuffs and collars. The layer of clear light is still there, and time has stopped, but everything is completely different!
"The ringing of fate's bells is unmistakable."
Another person flew in from the opening of Sattar, wearing a white robe, with mottled blood stains on his ugly face, holding a huge copper umbrella in his hand, with eleven bells shaking gently.
The man glanced around, his face was majestic and solemn, and his three eyes were like the evil god in the strange stories. He frowned when he saw the people in the Black Insect Club, then saw Aran, nodded, and then looked at Psijik.
Believers, grin.
Aran recognized him, Jonas's adoptive father, the Winterhold gourmet!
