Not even the most valiant and skilled monarch of the Hazer people could cross the walls of Sidoros Fortress, let alone the current Hazer people.
As the threat from the north approaches day by day, the Fortress of Sidos has become an unavoidable problem for the Hazel people. No matter how many people die under this fortress, it will not solve their current problems.
They also cannot afford to wait for this negotiation.
Silence fell in the hall.
The frontline commander of the Hazer people was about to speak, but an old man behind him patted his shoulder and stood up.
Prophet Salma.
He once served as the guardian of the Crystal Temple, and was one of the candidates for the three great prophets. His status was exactly equivalent to the scepter bishop of the Temple of Fire, so in this negotiation, he was the one in Harbin.
The final word among the Zell people.
"My Lord is right," Salma said in an old voice, but he seemed more like he was talking to the commander on the side: "In a choice that both sides have to make, we can't do anything.
Not giving, being fair, is also the greatest wisdom.”
"Lord Salma?"
Salma turned around, looked directly into Demeng's eyes, and replied slowly: "This city is a precious treasure of the civilized world. If the Cruz people are determined to protect it, then the Hazel people will not lack it either."
kind of wisdom and courage.”
"but"
He slowly changed his tone and said, "We must understand what exactly we are protecting?"
Father Demont said nothing, because he understood that there was no need for an answer from him.
Sure enough, Prophet Salma continued: "It is not just this city. This city represents our civilization and history, and the memory and inheritance of the Cruz people. It will also be part of our entire civilized world.
We sacrifice and sacrifice for these precious things. We will do anything to protect them, but not just here.”
A bright light flashed deep in Father Demon's eyes, and then he said: "What did the Prophet say?"
"I see that your close friend Duke Tix has left the city hall. You have had a tacit understanding with him for decades, so you will stay and live and die with this city, right?"
Father Demon nodded. He was not shy about this. Even if it was a move, Dobian had to have someone stay to help the people who fled, and this candidate could only be one between him and Tix.
Destiny chose him.
Although the nobles in the hall had already expected this, they still couldn't help but start talking again when Demong confirmed it.
The hall seemed a little noisy.
But the voice of Prophet Salma seemed to be able to drown out everyone else's voice. The old man replied quietly: "There is a contract that has been in the dust for thousands of years. If we must have courage and sacrifice today to reawaken it in us
weight in my heart, then I am willing to sign my name on it."
He raised his head and looked at Father Demon and said: "Our descendants will remember today and remember that there was a moment when someone shed blood and sacrificed to protect some of the most precious things in the world. I want to have such a spiritual inheritance."
Go down, the priest should be satisfied, right?"
Father Demon stood up and nodded slowly.
It seemed as if with his movements, the entire hall fell silent.
So his voice was the only one left, echoing in the hall: "Lord Salma was once the guardian of the Crystal Temple?"
Salma nodded.
"I heard that that is the position of candidate for the Great Prophet. Lord Salma is also the most promising successor of the Great Prophet. You are equivalent to the Bishop of the Wand among us, and the one who is most likely to inherit the Great Holy See.
Is it right?"
There was a sound of inhalation in the hall, and the nobles turned their surprised eyes to Prophet Salma himself, obviously not expecting that the other party's status was so lofty.
Just because of this identity, many people have been reassured. Since the Hazel people allow such an important person to come to negotiate, it is enough to show their sincerity.
But Prophet Salma only replied: "Wasn't the priest also once the Bishop of Wands?"
"That's just the past," Father Demon replied: "Besides, I have no hope of being in the position of the Holy See, and I am far from being comparable to your status."
He listened for a moment before continuing: "Your Excellency, are you really willing to stay and live and die with this city?"
As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence in the city hall.
Only then did most of the nobles realize what the Hazer prophet had said before, and most of them couldn't help but look at Salma with disbelief. Although Father Demon was the first to do so, but just like
The latter said that the identity gap between the two people should not be calculated based on facts.
"Life is indeed precious, but it is not unworthy of sacrifice," Father Salma said with a smile: "Almost every generation of kings of the Hazer people died on the battlefield, and the king's eldest son was often the same. Although they
Obviously they have supreme power and the possibility of taking over the crown, but when facing death, they all choose courage without exception."
"Because bravery is the greatest wisdom. The crystal tells us that only wisdom can make us brave, otherwise it will be unnecessary recklessness. I am here to choose this answer because I understand that our choice is meaningful."
He looked at Father Demon and replied: "In fact, even if the Cruz people don't make such a choice, I will let the Hazel people do it, but I am very happy to see that among the Cruz people, there are also such far-sighted and wise men.
, This shows that the hatred between the Cruz people and the Khazer people is not irresolvable. We have a lot in common. Perhaps in the disaster on the battlefield, we will learn to tolerate and forgive."
"Father Demon, at this moment, I am not acting as a prophet of the Hazer people, but as a friend of the Cruz people, as a friend of everyone here, breathing together with this city and facing its final destiny."
Prophet Salma said loudly: "I would like to ask you, do you still remember the covenant between the Hazer people and the Cruz people a thousand years ago?"
The nobles looked at each other for a moment. They felt ashamed in their hearts. They, the children of Doubian and the masters of this city, were in front of a stranger who came from afar. But they did not dare to choose to live with this city.
Die together.
Many people were even shaken in their hearts at that moment. Although this wavering only happened for a moment, the fear of death soon took over. Perhaps many people would eventually choose to leave after being shaken at this moment.
Choose to compromise and save your life.
However, they will remember this moment throughout their lives.
Remember the two people standing opposite each other in this hall at this moment.
Remember the story that happened at the last moment of this city's existence. Remember that there were people who sacrificed everything for the civilization and glory of the Cruz people.
And this is the inheritance of civilization.
Father Demon took a deep breath. He had gotten everything he wanted. He raised his head and looked through the deep dome of the city hall and through the skylight there.
The gloomy sky seemed a bit dazzling at the moment.
The memories of the past seemed to have returned to his mind. He had experienced everything Tix told him one by one. Because this city carried him, carried the past and memories of many people, and carried
More glory and history.
Doubian may become a thing of the past, but this city will not. It will remain in everyone's heart forever.
At the same time, the everlasting
It was because of Salma's words that the alliance that had been dormant for thousands of years was revived. Perhaps now it is only called the alliance between Cloak Bay and the Hazel people. But it once had a name, and it was called
for a sacred oath.
Perhaps this name will be remembered again soon, and Father Demon believes that day may not be too far away.
He sat down slowly and leaned on his seat. He couldn't remember what he ordered the clerk, but this short negotiation that only lasted one night finally came to an end. Both sides were leaving. The scene was chaotic, and there was a lot of noise from time to time.
The nobles came to him to say goodbye, but he could not remember the faces of those people clearly.
The secretary kept the minutes of the meeting, and then each party left Dobian with one of the copies. Soon Hazel would join the refugees from all over the Cloak Bay and head south across the Broken Sword Mountains to find
A real way out.
Demonn closed his eyes and felt that his tense nerves finally relaxed.
The Hazer people may be facing a life-and-death decision, but is that not the case in Cloak Bay? He has hardly been able to sleep peacefully at night these days. He does not understand the disastrous defeat that the Hazer people have suffered in the north. He only knows that since the Black Moon fell,
Since their death, they have lost all contact with the empire.
Without the support of the Empire, they had no chance of resisting the Khazer invasion.
What's more, the north of Cloak Bay has been covered with clouds for several months. During the day, the smoke columns rising into the sky can be clearly seen in most areas north of Dobian, while at night, the sky is filled with flames. No one knows the Banker area and
What's going on in the imperial capital now?
When he was meditating, he could always feel the sea of magic boiling endlessly. The power of dusk seemed to be getting stronger day by day. Some news spread from the north also reminded him of some secrets in the temple.
That crystal army is obviously the minions of Dusk.
However, the scouts sent to the north could never come back once they passed the Little Leaf Tree Hills, and the same was true for the small fleet. After losing several frigates, Duke Tix gave up this plan.
The sublime inner sea has just entered the storm period. In peaceful times, no one would dare to enter the sea at this time, let alone when the tide of magic is rising.
People who came back from the south said that the Rokochi Plateau has now become a new inland sea, and every road leading to Anzeruta has been safely cut off, unless they cross the Broken Sword Mountains. But to the south of the Broken Sword Mountains is
The sphere of influence of the Tuoquining Lions. Since the Anzeruta Fortress was captured by the Lions, no one knows what the situation is like in the Holy White Plains at this moment.
The road out was completely cut off, and Cloak Bay became a lonely place hanging offshore.
In these days, the shadow of the north was clearly moving southward, and the imminent threat forced him to sit down and negotiate with the Hazer people.
In this negotiation, what he needs is not only the guarantee that Dobian and even Cloak Bay can escape safely, but also the survival of the entire empire and the Temple of Fire.
Fortunately, for the first time, he was grateful that his enemy or opponent was a wise enough and clear-headed wise man.
He has tried his best, and then the future of Cloak Bay will be left to the goddess of fate.
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(ps: I wrote the ship battle r activity a little late, e5 has passed, don’t read it.) (To be continued.)