Scene 119 The Ring of Trade Winds (2) (First update)
The Great Elder did not speak, but was thinking in his heart. The name Valhalla comes from a legend from ancient times. It is said that there is a fantasy country in the Ring of Trade Winds, the resting place of warriors, where the world of Warnd is stored.
One of the most primitive fire types.
As long as that fire is ignited, the order of the Kalanga Peninsula will be reestablished, and it is possible to form a protective land as vast as the Cruz Empire.
The druids of the Deadwood Council have guarded this secret for generations, which is why they have long wanted to enter the Ring of Trade Winds and explore the truth behind this strange atmospheric circulation phenomenon.
But Valhalla is really a legend, it is there, but it is not there. Countless druids have passed through the periphery of the Ring of Trade Winds and entered the Kalanga Mountains but found nothing.
The only gain is the ruins near the center of the Ring of Trade Winds.
But the Great Elder knew very well that what Andrew and the others discovered was actually only the outer area of the ruins, and the center had to enter the storm circle. That was the central area of the Ring of Trade Winds, and no one could cross it.
Thinking of this, the old man raised his head and looked at Brando: "Mr. Brando, Elder Gray Crow must have told you about the changes at the nearest end of the Ring of Trade Winds over the past few years before coming here?"
Brando nodded. The changes in the Ring of Trade Winds come from the ebb and flow of the magic tide. It must not be a thing in these days.
"Actually, he kept the truth. The trouble we encountered is much bigger than this." The great elder replied slowly.
Brando said nothing after hearing these words. He looked at the seventeen Druid elders, including the Gray Crow, there were eighteen. This should be all the elders of the Sky Ring in this area - even including
The three archdruids—he suddenly understood the meaning of their gathering here.
The druids were in trouble, and it didn't sound like a minor trouble, otherwise they wouldn't have found themselves in such a hurry that they sought medical attention.
However, he did not take the opportunity to speak loudly, but nodded silently.
The great elder seemed very satisfied with Brando's attitude. The young man's humility made the old man think that this seemed to be a human being with whom he could interact: "The Ring of the Trade Wind."
He quoted: "This atmospheric circulation originates from the eastern end of the Kalanga Peninsula and surrounds the Kalanga Mountains. It is the most spectacular natural scene in the south of Warnd. On a clear day, it can be seen even in Tonigar and Fula.
In the Da area, you can also see this white wall of clouds crossing from east to west, hanging far away on the southern skyline of Eruin——"
"The Geography of Lantoniland, the work of Master Tullaman -" Brando said slightly surprised. He thought that these druids really didn't care about worldly affairs, but it seemed that they still had some contact with the civilized world.
, it’s just not known to the world.
The Great Elder nodded: "The Ring of the Sky is a loose organization. The druids do their own thing and have been monitoring the movements in the Black Forest for a long time. And we, the Deadwood Council, are here to guard the faith for generations.
The Secret of the Ring of Wind."
The old man turned his head and looked through the top of the tree canopy, looking at the white wall of clouds that stretched between the sky and the earth in the south - the thick clouds reached tens of thousands of meters upwards and extended infinitely from east to west. Some birds were flying in the sky.
It soared in the sky with the cloud wall as the background, but it was as tiny as a few black dots.
"The black forest south of Tonigel has always been called the wilderness closest to civilization within the Sky Ring. It is the black forest with the most stable order around Warnd's world."
"Not to mention that Tony Geer on the border is rarely attacked by monsters. Even in areas deep into the forest border, it is difficult to see monsters."
Brando listened to the description of the Druid elder, and he nodded in agreement. The other party was telling the truth. The black forest on the border of Tonigel was indeed known for its gentleness - otherwise the players of Eruin back then
Nor will we venture into the Black Forest for the first time from here.
It is also even more impossible for them to complete the feat of penetrating into the Kalanga Mountains at such an early time.
"The reason is because of the Ring of Trade Winds, right?" the young lord asked.
Not only was the great elder taken aback by his words, but the other seventeen Druid elders, including Gray Crow, couldn't help but look at him with disbelief.
"how do you know?"
"This time we entered the Black Forest for a month. We encountered thunderstorms twice and snowfall once. It was sunny and windy for 11 days. There were three days where the sun was scorching like a scorching summer, and the rest were cloudy," but Brando told them
He turned a blind eye to the surprise and continued to talk: "There is exactly one week of days with less than six hours of daylight, and one day of no night."
"This is the black forest. The deeper you go into the forest, the more obvious the changes will be, and the more phenomena will go against common sense."
"But in such a volatile wilderness, there is a huge atmospheric circulation that remains unchanged throughout the ages - the trade winds reach the Kalanga Peninsula every year, accompanied by abundant rain. Does this represent a potential order?"
He looked at the great elder.
With a clang, the crutch in the elder's hand fell to the ground, but the old man did not bend down to pick up his crutch, but looked at Brando with a complicated look: "...You do know this place very well.
"
"Yes, as you guessed." The old man paused for a while and then continued following Brando's words: "We have discovered more than a hundred years ago that the Ring of Trade Winds stabilizes the order of this region.
But in recent days, this situation has changed."
"What's going on?" Brando asked.
"Some kind of change seems to have occurred in the Ring of Trade Winds, Mr. Brando - the areas that we could easily enter in the past have now become dangerous. The forest is full of dangers, and the ancient trees no longer provide us with guidance.
In there...inside..." The old man seemed to be thinking about a suitable description: "It's like being shrouded in a huge layer of fog, you can't see anything, you can't hear anything."
"Is that all?"
"No, since the last few weeks, people entering the forest have been attacked, and some people have been injured, but fortunately no one has been killed."
After hearing this, Brando asked: "So you are worried that this is a sign. The power of the trade wind ring is gradually weakening, and it may be destroyed. Once the trade wind ring collapses, the Kalanga Peninsula will be stable."
The factors will no longer exist, and the violent magic brought by the big tide will erode this area, even Tony Geer will be affected, and the original protected land will be reduced to nothing?"
Brando's words hit the mark. The great elder looked heavy and nodded.
Their worries are not unreasonable. The current Eruin Kingdom is simply unable to look southward, and once the Kalanga Peninsula undergoes devastating changes, Tonigel and even the entire Gendenel region may regress back into the wilderness.
"You guessed right, it is possible," Brando thought for a moment and replied, "But this problem is not impossible to solve."
"Is there a way?" Andrew blurted out and asked. The elders had been discussing the matter for half a month and achieved nothing. How come this young man finally solved the problem with just one sentence?
He couldn't help but look at the other person, thinking that this lord was not telling lies, right?
"I'm also very surprised," Brando replied: "Since you know about big tides, how come you don't know the connection between the two?"
"You mean?" The great elder was surprised: "The weakening of the Ring of Trade Winds is caused by the great tide?"
"Isn't it obvious that when the enemy is strong, we are weak?"
"But wait, Mr. Brando! The previous great tides only happened within a hundred years, and the Magic Moon did not have such a strong influence!" the great elder asked in surprise.
Brando slapped his forehead and suddenly realized what the problem was: "You don't know about the Millennium Tide?"
"what is that?"
"A super tide occurs once in a thousand years. The last tide ended the Year of Chaos, and this tide is coming soon. The Ring of Trade Winds has obviously changed due to its influence." Brando replied.
At this moment, the druids no longer doubted that the young lord was telling lies, and their expressions changed.
"I remember," Andrew suddenly said: "My lord, you also told me last time in Fir Territory. You said, 'This era is about to end, and the magic moon's strong period is coming - the end of the last magic tide.
No one knows what will happen this time after the chronology of chaos. In such an environment, if you want to suppress the growth of the Black Forest, it is nothing short of a fantasy.'"
The burly Druid elder cried out in annoyance: "Oh, damn it! I didn't notice it at all at the time. I thought you were just talking about ordinary demon moon tides!"
Brando looked at the dozen or so Druid elders, tall and short, strangely: "But haven't you asked the opinions of other members of the Ring of the Sky? I remember that although your organization is loose, you still have a headquarters in the Holy Land.
Well, aren’t there many documents from before the era preserved there? Isn’t there anyone who knows about the great tides?”
"That's right," the great elder replied. As for why Brando knew the secrets of their druid, he was not surprised - he now guessed whether this young man had some connection with the druid.
Otherwise, how could we know so much druid knowledge: "We druids rely on the trade wind to transmit information, and it takes at least a season to go back and forth, but the next season is spring, the season of the goddess. When we receive a reply,
At least it’s summer now.”
"That's it." Brando nodded.
"Okay," he said, "let's get back to the topic and talk about how to solve this problem. If we have to wait until after the summer, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait that long."
"Then what can you do, Lord?" The elder also changed his title.
"There is no way," Brando replied: "The only way is to remain unchanged in response to all changes."
