Looking at the people walking out of the dim light from the edge of the candlelight, Tumen gently raised his snow-white eyebrows. In his eyes, the first thing he saw was the Cruz nobles walking in the front. These dukes, although they were gray-faced
, the expensive clothes on his body were tattered and stained with dirt, but his behavior was still decent, and his expression was still calm after going through the crisis.
Behind them were soldiers and refugees, many of whom had fled from East Metz. They looked troubled, miserable, timid, and appeared to be in shock.
Finally, there were the Farnzan people, the knights of the Silver Horse Knights, walking calmly, following closely behind their knight leader without saying a word.
"These descendants of Gilt at least did not abandon their compatriots and retained their last bit of courage." Seeing this, the old man thought to himself.
And when he was looking at the guests that he ordered Mordelphis and Andrigue to bring, the other party was also looking at him.
This is a pretty typical Miner person
Although the Silver Queen claimed to have the support of the Min'er people at the beginning, it turned out that it was just a trick played by the Dragon Queen and others to deceive people.
At best, they are just some Senyans, some vassals of the Miner people in the past. They suffered persecution in this era, so they are full of nostalgia for the past era.
Since the last Miner clan retreated into the Great Glacier since the Year of Yaojin, in fact, the world has never seen these 'ancestors' again. They seem to have disappeared from the world, at least on the surface.
in this way.
But the old man with a beard and white eyebrows who appeared in front of them at this moment, at least judging from his appearance, was undoubtedly from Min'er.
The blood-red eyes are one of the most conspicuous features of the Miner people after the golden bloodline has degenerated.
A Miner man was hiding under Anlong's mine. Judging from his behavior, it seemed that he had been operating here for a long time. This time could be decades or hundreds of years.
The emergence of this thought made everyone feel vigilant.
What is the intention of such a Miner person to bring these displaced Cruz people here at this moment?
revenge?
When the name Min'er is mentioned, the first impression that comes to most people's minds is the image of a gloomy, evil, mortal enemy of civilization, at least in the battle of saints described in Cang Zhi Poem.
This is how it is described in legends passed down orally for thousands of years.
The crowd first became commotion, and some soldiers even drew their swords. The lethality of the name Min'er was too powerful. The first thought that came to people's minds was that this was a trap. Although the other party seemed to have only one person,
Who knows what might be lurking in the deep darkness all around?
The glances falling on the vampire siblings Morpheus and Andrique also became less friendly.
But people were cautious and did not take action, because not to mention that the identity of the sensitive old man in front of them was still unknown. But more than a dozen steps away, on the side of a bookshelf, Gray Sword Saint Mephistopheles was leaning there with his arms folded, watching coldly.
These Cruz people.
Although for unknown reasons, the Master Sword Master had rescued them once before, the Cruz people had at least not forgotten the unforgettable hatred between this man and the Empire.
Of course, there's also the other party's terrifying reputation.
In other words, just being an ultimate swordsman is enough to make most people stop.
The only ones present who can suppress the sword master in terms of strength are Rodrigo and Vala, and maybe even the Saint of the Lion Palace.
With such fearful thoughts, everyone couldn't help but cast their eyes on Vala in the center of the crowd.
Vara did not express his position easily. In fact, in addition to him and Veronica, those whose attitudes were unclear also included most of the upper-class Cruz nobles here.
Compared with the blindness and fear of ordinary people, high-ranking figures often think more carefully because of their knowledge. The Dukes know that the other party has tried their best to lead them here, and it is not as simple as simply wanting revenge.
If not, the other party would have just stood aside and watched, and they would have been a pile of withered bones by now.
Tumen didn't care about these doubtful or unclear looks. He looked around at everyone and then said: "I know what you are thinking. However, the hatred from a thousand years ago has long passed, and I don't think anyone will mention it."
These past events should have been buried in the dust of history..."
Tumen's eyes swept over Walla. He knew this 'young man'. He had met him in Alkhash sixty years ago. Of course. At that time, he was still a young and powerful man of action, a saint with unwavering faith.
Disciple. Today, the other party has taken over the crown that symbolizes the highest power of the Temple of Fire from the old predecessor of the Holy See, and has become a big shot in command of the party.
But he has seen many such big figures in the past thousand years, and Vala is just one of them. He even knows exactly everything that has happened in the past sixty years. The changes within the empire and the transfer of power, even if
He has never left this place for ten centuries.
Then his eyes swept over the others one by one: "First of all, I want to say that I am sorry for inviting you here without your consent, but I think this is necessary, because everyone
Knows this better than I do.”
"Sir," Veronica said at this time, her voice still seemed a little depressed: "You want to see us? So you already know everything that's happening outside, right?"
Tumen nodded.
"Including those monsters?"
"Including all of this."
"Sir, are you from Min'er?"
"Yes, but it doesn't matter, right? This is not the issue we want to discuss. In fact, even my identity and your identities are all trivial matters at the moment. You want to know
Is this really what it is?"
"But." Veronica wanted to say something, but didn't speak.
"You want to say that you can't trust people of unknown origins, right?"
Veronica neither nodded nor shook her head, but it was obvious that this was what the female regiment leader's expression meant.
Beside her, Great Holy See Valla looked carefully at the old man in front of him. The more he looked, the more surprised he became. Finally, his wrinkled face showed a look of shock and disbelief. After listening to Tumen and Vero
After Nica's conversation, he finally couldn't help but stepped forward and asked with some hesitation: "I would like to take the liberty to ask, Your Excellency is..."
Tumen nodded: "You guessed it right, I am the person you guessed, the person you call the lord of Vannoga, the person the wind elves call the elemental tyrant; but in fact, these are just fallacies.
I still prefer my title of Director of the Great Library. At that time, I did meet four smart and studious young people."
Clang.
Someone's sword fell to the ground in a panic. The man hurriedly bent down to pick it up. The others looked at him, but they didn't feel funny at all.
Everyone's face was pale.
Tumen.
Some people describe the historical sky as a scene dotted with stars, with heroic legends and epics intertwined in it, just like stars of all sizes, dotted with this twinkling sky.
But on this stretch of the Milky Way, there are only a few stars that can be said to shine through the ages, and their light shines on every era before and after.
There are only a few of these names, except for the four sages, the Azure Knight and the Dark Dragon, so if there is one left, it can only be the owner of such a name.
A man who was made Lord of the Elements and Master of Magic.
Teacher of the four wise men.
It is a legend in itself.
This name was once the deputy of the Dark Dragon, the enemy of the ancestors of mankind and the Silver People; but it also created this era with its own hands, passed down the modern system of magic and order, and created the elemental pattern.
This name represents a dark and bloody era, but at the same time, its blessings spread throughout the next thousand years.
In the minds of most mortals, this name is like a pair of intertwined contradictions. They always mention this name with awe and fear, respect and enthusiasm.
But such a name.
It should have shone in the sky one thousand two hundred years ago, not now.
Tumen slowly placed the closed book on the low table. Just this simple action made everyone present feel a suffocating momentum.
The old man smiled slightly, knowing very well how these people recognized him. In fact, it was not surprising at all. There are statues of him in the four major temples. He was once the teacher of the Four Sages, and the temple has never denied this.
a little.
As for others discovering this later than Vala, it is just because they did not expect it and did not dare to think about this possibility.
As he looked at these people, he recalled many things in his heart. It was a time a thousand years ago. At that time, he met four smart and brave young people.
In fact, from the first moment he saw them, he understood that the fate of the Miner Empire would take a completely different track after that. However, out of respect for the goddess, neither he nor Odin stopped it.
All this happened.
Some things change, just like all the changes that have occurred on this land in the past thousand years. After witnessing the irreversible flow of history and time, those extraordinary people can often understand this.
To break free from the shackles of fate, one must have extraordinary courage and persistence.
This kind of courage and persistence was shown to everyone in that era. They ended that era with a tragic change, just like what the Azure Knights and more ancestors did in the longer history.
That way.
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