After a few words of emotion about the miraculous prophecy of the Moryas, Ringer asked: "So, what happens next? If no one inherits the position of wizard, what will that tribe become?"
A confused look appeared in Saint Xalia's eyes, and she shook her head: "I don't know."
"Don't know?"
"Yeah."
The girl lowered her head and looked disappointed: "After the baptism ceremony, some people in the tribe accused me of usurping the inheritance of the Morya people and conspiring to steal their knowledge and witchcraft. They believed that this would be a precursor to disaster.
, so they banned me from staying in the tribe, and I heard them calling me fearfully... a witch."
When the lamb heard this, he bleated dissatisfiedly. It had also experienced the same thing and was fighting for its owner. When Ringer heard the word "witch", he immediately thought of what Rochelle said.
The witch association, he quickly asked: "Are witches also mentioned in the legends of the Moryas?"
"Yes." The girl nodded lightly: "This is a legend as old as the King of Elves. They believe that the witch caused the disaster of destruction, destroyed their hometown, and caused the ancestors of the Morya people to lose their bodies and spirits.
In other words, the witch is the culprit that caused their wandering fate, and at the same time, it also symbolizes some kind of irresistible natural disaster. It is said that the great witch Sangil among the Moliya clan is known as the closest to the king of elves.
I once left such a prophecy——"
She paused for a moment, then sang in a low voice: "When the witch is reincarnated, she will cause chaos in the world, causing the world to be ignited with war, and causing all living things to perish. That will be the greatest disaster and the most severe disaster."
The last and oldest judgment. In the final chapter of baptism, the Star of Heaven will fly from the ground to the sky. It is the hope and the only one that can lead the innocent people through suffering and gain eternity; those who are guilty cannot get it.
Even if you admit it, you can't climb its crest. Sinful ones, just go to the church on the edge of fate to pray, and witness the doomsday and redemption at the place nearest and farthest from the sky."
In the vast night, the soothing and soft voice was like the ups and downs of notes flowing from the strings, or like chanting a simple and time-honored poem, gradually pulling Lin into the prophecy, the witch came to the world to judge the world; all things in the world,
Disintegrated into nothing.
"Is this prophecy true?" he couldn't help but ask, and then he realized that he had asked a very stupid question, because no one could prove whether the prophecy was true or not, and it was not clear whether the judgment it mentioned would happen.
Depends on human will.
Saint Xalia also knew this, so she used the most commonly used sentence as an answer: "Sorry, I don't know."
"It has been three thousand years since the death of the great witch Sangil. I am afraid that even the Moryas themselves have almost forgotten this prophecy."
Three thousand years later, it’s this time again.
In the disaster of destruction three thousand years ago, the witch destroyed the hometown of the Morya people. The great witch Sangil left a prophecy and died. Three thousand years later, the old shaman's prophecy mentioned that the hope of rebirth was coming, and he was baptized in blood and entrusted it.
To Saint Shalia.
Ringer could not confidently affirm that the person pointed to by the prophecy was himself, but he had a vague glimpse of some clues about the interconnection between this prophecy and modern human civilization: if history goes back three thousand years, it will happen that the historian cannot prove it and only exist.
In the hypothetical ancient century, as well as the mysterious and unknown Pan-Ancient Ocean continent.
The White Tower Society, Master Pierre, the Pan-Continent Hypothesis; the Moryas, the Great Witch of Sangil, the prophecies of destruction and judgment; the Witch, the King of Elves, the ancient century, the Pan-Ocean Continent; the Philosopher, the Witches' Association, the Maiden's Sovereignty...
...Linger had to admit that human beings always know nothing about the world they live in, and it was only then that they discovered how complicated the truth is.
He rubbed his brows and felt a little headache. He felt that if he continued to think about it, he would not be able to sleep well at night. After all, he was not a heartless guy like Alice. No matter what happened, he could not disturb her play.
Games and sleeping mood.
The rotten grass emits fluorescence, and fine dust floats in the air. The fungus plants and short-stemmed mushrooms under the rotten trees are growing silently in the darkness of the night. The sound of the waterfall on the purple cliff pouring into the pool is tinkling. Suddenly there is a sound on the branches, and a bird
The night owl flapped its wings and flew away, the sound of its wings echoing in the quiet and empty forest.
Not long after, the sound of chasing and flapping could be heard from deeper in the forest. It was the night owl hunting small animals such as mice, gliders or rabbits that foraged at night. When the dark shadow passed through the forest, I was afraid there was only something like
Only a larger creature like a human can make it take the initiative to avoid it.
Saint Xalia suddenly spoke and changed the topic: "After leaving that tribe, I wandered around the world, looking for traces of other young queens, without paying attention to their situation. But I think, if those who are eager to integrate into civilization
The young people in society have not changed their original ideas. I am afraid that the tribe has already fallen apart."
The tribe has lost its wizard, has no one to guide it, and lacks cohesion. There is no other way to go.
Lin Ge said dullly: "So, there is no difference between the Moriyas and ordinary people."
Although that ancient and mysterious nation left many prophecies and mastered incredible knowledge of astrology and alchemy, it was still vulnerable to the torrent of the times, just like it was when it faced the disaster of destruction. p>
Saint Xalia whispered: "Human beings are generally the same."
Ling Ge stopped talking and raised his head. Through the lush branches and leaves, he saw that the night sky was deep and somewhat transparent, and the starlight seemed dim. There was no clock tower on the island, and Ling Ge did not like to wear decorations such as pocket watches, so
It's hard to know the specific time, but it must be late at night. If you don't rest, you may not be energetic tomorrow.
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He doesn't like sleeping in.
So he stood up straight and left the tree trunk he was leaning on. The rough friction on his back disappeared. The young man said to the shepherd girl: "Let's stop talking here. It's time to rest."
Saint Xalia blinked: "Then, about the association of philosophers and witches, can we discuss it later?"
"I don't think there is any need to discuss it." Ringer shook his head: "After all, we have no way to verify it, and it is also a very distant thing for us."
According to Alice's notes, the most recent philosopher should be Raman Thaler who invented the externally suspended carriage in the 18th century, but it was almost a hundred years ago. Modern people's memory of him may be very distant, even if he often uses it
The same goes for his inventions.
"Maybe it's not that far away." Saint Xalia said.
Ringer didn't react for a moment: "What?"
"You know Rochelle Ringer very well, so who do you think his biggest enemy is?"
"Union of Orders." This question doesn't even need to be thought about.
"Then why did he only remind you to be careful of the witch association, but didn't say a word about the union of religious orders?"
Saint Xalia's words were like a bolt of lightning that pierced through the chaos in Ringer's mind, making him understand something in an instant: "You mean that the power of the Witch Association has penetrated into the union of the religious orders, and may even affect the religious orders."
Some major decisions on the group, such as——"
For example, he stopped abruptly and did not say it clearly, but both of them knew it well: "Religious Decree."
Only in this way can we explain why Rochelle was still worried about the Witch Association before she died, and reminded Ringer to be careful about their existence.
Moreover, this method of secretly exerting influence, guiding and manipulating history is indeed in line with the style of the Witches' Society: from the four Renaissance philosophers and the four academic organizations they established, to Marshal Napoleon, Joan of Arc, and the Red-bearded King
The three major powers that Barbarossa united; from the Steam Order that grew powerful after Watt invented the steam engine, to the current alliance of religious orders that attempts to monopolize the power of faith with the "Religious Decree"... the shadow of the Witch Association has always been in the shadow of these forces.
It floats looming behind, interfering with the direction of history.
Do the forces they have infiltrated and controlled know that such an organization that has penetrated the mists of history exists within their bodies, and even spreads across them like blood vessels? The relationship between the two parties is one of unilateral deception and use.
Or is it cooperation based on interests?
What is the purpose of the Witch Association taking such a huge risk to guide history? And why do they have to use the name of the Earth's Philosopher to act?
Every thought flashes in the young man's mind, as complicated as an unsolved mystery in a textbook, but in the end it all ends with a silent sigh. People who are exposed to the night cannot more clearly appreciate the depth and grandeur of the night.
This is especially true in the face of history.
Ringer turned around and said in a low voice: "Thank you for the reminder, I will pay attention to it."
"You're welcome. Actually, I should be the one thanking you." Saint Xalia looked at his back, her green eyes sparkling, as clear as the stardust floating in the bottom of the pond: "Thank you for chatting with me,