When, when, when, the bells rang in the Lion Palace, the monks from the temple swarmed out, stepped barefoot on the cloud-white marble, and came to the Heart of Iron Square, the city of lions.
Above, clouds are gathering, and billowing dark clouds are pressing in from the sky.
The Great Magic Tide was just as Brando expected. From the Ten Cities to the Sea of Flash, from the mechanical realm of the Hazel people to the Chuiyun Mountains in the far east, the surge of magic tide alarmed everyone.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up in surprise. A piece of obscure blue was crossing the dark sky, shining like the morning sun, and piercing the clouds like a curved arc, crossing half of the sky.
The sky thrust towards the canopy overhead.
All the astrologers in Warend were in a panic at this moment. The sea of magic was roaring violently. Every saint who was hiding in the prayer room and praying devoutly to his god could not calm down the inner turmoil.
Dark clouds blocked the light of the stars and the moon, and the darkness passed over the mountains, plains, shining lakes and rolling forests. From west to east, the pillars of order in every temple on the vast land of Warnd lit up one after another.
Martha's law of tiamat issued a warning to everyone, heralding the coming of an era of chaos.
Above the Iron Heart Square, the high-status bishops looked up at the drastic changes in the sky, with indescribable expressions on their faces. Some were whispering, but more people had begun to turn around.
"Go to the Sublime Hall, light the Order Crystal, and send a notice to other temples——"
A loud voice passed through the square, and the first wisp of rain fell from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the temperature had dropped sharply. Everyone turned around, and behind them, the bells in the city were already ringing.
Across the ocean, dozens of cities floating in the sky were flying slowly on the clouds. In the darkness, lightning occasionally illuminated the silver spiers of the towers.
In Onais, the astrologers walked out of their white towers one after another. Those astrologers wearing white robes and holding long scrolls could still feel the changes in the world order even though they could not see.
Tiamat's giant formation is changing course.
The whole world roared.
In the distant sky, deep in the sea of clouds, lightning occasionally hangs down, like a bunch of winding flames, lighting up the dark sea. The pale electric light passes through the pavilion window with a rich exotic style. The shadow of the craftsmanship pattern is reflected in the disappearance.
On his thin and long cheeks, William held the wizard's chess piece, as if in meditation, his face pale.
He is sitting on the throne of the Twelve Dharma Kings. The throne behind him is like an elongated shadow. The spire back that symbolizes the supreme knowledge extends infinitely towards the vault in this environment. It is full of mysterious majesty.
The old mage remained motionless, like a statue. His deep eyes stared at the vaulted hall that towered like the sky under the railings. The depths of his eyes were like the restless sea of magic at this moment, containing endless mist. Wearing a silver robe*
The chefs passed through the empty corridor one after another, passed through the heavy curtains hanging from the arches, passed through the hall, and came under the gaze of three hundred and twenty eyes.
They raised their heads, above their heads. The Silver Alliance councilors changed their usual sleepy appearance and all frowned.
There were no whispers or whispers, and there was an ominous atmosphere in the air.
"Citizens of Buga, great wizards, salute knowledge, salute truth!"
A voice vibrated in the hall, echoing repeatedly, but roaring again. The mage in white robes held a sheepskin volume in one hand. He raised his head like a lion and questioned everyone:
"Today, who foresaw all this and concealed the truth?"
"We demand an answer."
"Is this a sign of the arrival of the 'destruction and rebirth' predicted above? Or does the sea of magic show its anger once in decades? The edge of tiamat has long been unable to suppress the increasingly violent power. File scholars and the Silver Candle Society
The coming drastic change is detected in every subtle sign on the 1,400 nodes!"
"But what about our Council of Elders? The elders are still drowsy. Where are the Eyes of the Revelator? Where are the scepters of the ten realms?"
The mage waved his fist vigorously, like a challenge: "Since the War of the Saints, the response of the Buga people of the Silver People has been slow day by day, like those arrogant reptiles, this alliance is changing
It has to grow old, and only a new spirit can revive it!"
"Change is coming, are we going to miss the opportunity again? The Silver Elf has appeared in the world, and according to that ancient language, we should also demand self-cleansing and reform!"
"I request--"
"Start the arbitration process——!" More voices shouted, and the hall buzzed for a while.
The twisted face seemed to have been deformed by excessive anger. The old man with silver hair shawl and a kind face looked away from the exaggerated face below. He glanced at the councilors who were looking at each other and couldn't help but hold the queen in his hand boringly.
Throw it onto the chessboard.
With a bang, the chessboard seemed to come alive, and the black and white grids turned into a quagmire, sinking William's bishop into it and slowly swallowing it.
"Those guys are really becoming more and more useless, Isaac's disciples and grandsons." The old man's face was full of boring disdain, but if he didn't speak, he wouldn't sit on the throne of the twelve Dharma Kings, and he wouldn't wear this
A distinctive purple robe with a lightning mark. Who would have guessed that such an old mage who looked just like a human old man would be Solomon, the King of Knowledge, the leader of the twelve wizards of the Silver School.
In his most glorious years, his voice was truth, his actions were laws, and he was the ultimate symbol of power and knowledge on the earth. Mortals thought he had become a god, but he was still Solomon, the people of silver.
The most powerful person on Buga's pillar.
And during his lifetime, Solomon only considered himself a wizard.
"It's better to say it than to sing it. Isn't this the guy's usual style, haha. Let them make trouble. The Flos faction wants to influence the course of the world more. It's a good saying. With great power comes responsibility.
'The bigger the bigger', isn't this their consistent slogan?" William had a smile on his face, and the chess pieces in his hands were hesitant: "Of course, what they said is actually not wrong. This is their responsibility, leave it to them.
Just helping the junior——"
The old mage knocked the chess piece in his hand on the table, and the chessboard and chess pieces suddenly turned into a puddle of silver liquid. The liquid swayed on the table, as if it was afraid of William, trembled, and quickly flowed down the table.
ground, escaping into darkness.
The old man raised his long eyebrows and laughed: "But the Silver Elves are not vegetarians. We just need to mind our own business."
But his brows also frowned and knitted together with these words. There was a hint of coldness in his old and wise eyes. He pursed his lips and added seriously: "But you have to distinguish between enemies and friends. If
Some opportunists thought they could take the opportunity to hold the Senate hostage and they would get what they deserved. The alliance of Naitas was established by wizards who swore an oath on the Book of Knowledge with their hands. Knowledge and power have never been separated, and the law has never been separated.
On the one hand, it is to maintain order. But in the final analysis, it is a sanction of a few people against the majority. Based on the Silver Alliance's charter, no one can question its authority."
The old man with silver hair and shawl was indifferent to these words. He frowned and stared at the few chess pieces left on the table. Lightning danced on the clouds outside the window, illuminating his face and the fine lines on his forehead two or three times.
wrinkles - Finally, Solomon raised his snow-white eyebrows, raised his head, and said angrily: "No. You should lose this game, William."
"No, how could it be!" William raised his eyebrows innocently, denying it as if he were still a child: "I still have some outside tricks that I haven't used yet."
Solomon raised his eyes and stared at his old friend.
"Come on, old friend, look at it, playing chess is just a way for mortals to kill time. We have wasted too much time on it. You and I are both past the age of arguing about the outcome. Everything is the same.
Orderly and chaotic, but ultimately unified. In some respects, those guys who believe everything is unified are right. It’s just that they don’t understand that everything has its own meaning, and the course of the world is fixed.
Yes, any artificial changes made by others will break the original balance. There is nothing wrong or right, everything is just let nature take its course." The old mage laughed quickly and dropped the subject.
"Humph," Solomon saw his old friend showing weakness and stopped dwelling on this topic: "But thanks to you and Tulaman, we discovered the changes in the Magic Sea in the Ring of Trade Winds in time, otherwise we would really have to do this this time.
Give those guys a handle. Although the Senate will not be shaken at all, it will inevitably be embarrassed - the tiamat law also has imperfections. Mortals rely on Martha, but we can only rely on ourselves."
But he raised his head again and asked: "But what I really want to ask is, what is the plan of the owner of Mithril Castle now?"
"Turaman?" The face of a young man suddenly appeared in William's mind: "He is still in Eruin. You know that human emotions are a wonderful thing. Homeland, country, family and friendship, Tulaman
Man's life in the mortal world has more or less changed him, and he probably plans to help that small country."
As William spoke, he turned around, just as a bolt of lightning fell, and the fire of lightning reflected in his eyes.
"It's not good to say it's too easy, old man. Even the people of Silver also have emotions, they just don't show them so openly." Solomon crossed his hands and replied: "But your motives shouldn't be that simple, except for Tian Qing
Apart from the gun, did you find anything else?"
"It's not a discovery. Discovery is a very serious word. It should be said that I met an interesting little guy by chance, which reminded me of an old friend. Ah - you are right, the people of Silver also have feelings.
William smiled slightly: "When I passed through Eruin in my early years, I met that old friend. Unfortunately, human life is too short."
"Yes, no matter whether you are ambitious like a lion or have a firm and long-lasting belief like a white oak tree, in the human world, it will eventually be gradually forgotten with the passage of time. Only the laws are different, because
Things that rely on emotion are fragile, and only the truth remains consistent." Solomon replied calmly, but with the unique pride of the people of silver.
"It's somewhat in line with your style, but we have to be swayed by emotions, just like I asked you to do this. During the time I'm away, it's best not to let the radicals win too much support. I suspect
There will be a war, but neither the Bugans nor the Silver Elves are ready yet."
Solomon didn't answer, but just put away the chess pieces on the table, even as William straightened up next to him.
Amidst the violent storm, lightning and thunder outside the window, William stretched out his hand. The staff immediately flew from the corner and fell steadily into his hand.
Solomon then asked: "I haven't asked yet, where are you planning to go, but you chose this time?"
The old mage pulled up his hat, and the shadow of the wizard's hat covered his face, revealing only the long silver beard below: "I feel that a certain monitoring node has shifted slightly. If my guess is correct, something interesting may happen."
things."
"Ah, that's it."
Solomon raised an eyebrow.
The following speech is reaching its most intense moment. Unfortunately, the listeners are not paying attention.
…
Black clouds filled the sky, and it was already raining heavily from the Gray Bay area to Rochard Avenue. Fortunately, the Rochard people had already taken this into consideration when they built this city, and built complete drainage facilities on both sides of the avenue.
.The rain clouds come from the Sea of Eternal Death every year after midsummer, are blocked by the Chuiyun Mountains, and gather into rainwater. They slowly fall. But this year the rain was particularly abundant, and flash floods had already washed away many bridges. A group of knights rushed out of the rain curtain,
Driving hard on the muddy trails in the mountains.
In the heavy rain, both men and horses were wearing sky blue shirts. The emblem on the shirt was the hydra pattern of the Queen of the Wind. Most of the knights also wore elf-style armor, with pointed ears and pointed ears exposed under the pointed helmets.
Their long light cyan hair also proves their identity.
"Your Majesty, Marquis, just ahead." A loud voice shouted, but it was just barely covered by the sound of rain.
"Have any of you seen clearly what that thing is?" The only tall elf in the team turned around on horseback. The elf chain armor rattled, but he didn't pay attention to these details, and only spoke with a serious expression.
He asked in a tone; the armor on his body was particularly exquisite, and the light cyan magic power seemed to flow through the texture of the armor's surface, preventing any rain from entering.
The tall elf turned back and looked at his followers. His face was solemn, but very handsome, and his sky-blue eyes contained uneasiness and worry.
"A ball of fire, my lord. That must be Sarah's Tears."
The knights stood in the rain, looking at each other. They didn't know what the man from the central province was worried about. Isn't it just meteorites? Mortals on the earth thought that meteorites and meteors were the tears of the dragon in the sky, and only a few witches thought they were ominous.
signs of.
However, most of the crystallized meteorites come from the sea of magic. Burning meteorites pass through the forest and sometimes cause wildfires. However, the meteorites themselves contain a large amount of magic crystals, which is a huge wealth. Every knight has it in their heart.
It's hot.
However, the tall elf did not answer. Everyone in the world paid attention to these minor details, but few people noticed that since the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves, the frequency of Sarah's Tears has actually increased.
In Rochal alone, there have been more than thirty sightings.
He remembered the data displayed in the file again. Those numbers were meaningless in the eyes of an ordinary person, but in the eyes of a person of his status, they were like sharp knives inserted on the map, flashing menacingly.
Cold light.
The laws of tiamat are weakening.
But how is this possible.
Marquis Stoffen turned back and stared at the surging magic tide on the horizon. The blue skylight was like an arc reflected in his eyelids, but the light seemed a bit deep. The knights around him had no idea of his true identity.
The country people only thought that a noble from the central government like him was greedy for life and afraid of death, but they didn't know that he was the Nightsong Knight of the Temple of the Wind Queen. It was really ridiculous.
The border of Saint Osor has become increasingly unstable. Unfortunately, most of the nobles in the Elven Court still stubbornly believe that it is just the disturbance of the undead, but Madalana has the energy to provoke two wars at the same time.
He had a vague feeling that things were not that simple.
The seven-month report clearly stated that the number of monsters on the border was increasing. To be precise, they were multiplying at an alarming rate. Lords from various places reported dozens of attacks, but they were deliberately concealed by the guys below who were pretending to be peaceful.
Come down.
These tricks could not be hidden from the Elf Court, but they could not be hidden from the secret knights of the temple. The priests mentioned more than once that the Great Demon Tide might be just a sign, and he, like Summer King Summer Griffin, suspected another possibility.
"I hope that good news can come back from Faenzan. The Temple of Fire is really getting more and more degenerate, and it is actually sinking into a small Eruin quagmire."
Stoffen silently hid these thoughts in his heart. He glanced at his temporary followers with disinterested expressions on their faces, turned around and pulled out his sword, the blade shining brightly in the rain: "
Be careful of the ghosts in the forest, let's move on."
The knights agreed in unison and turned around one after another.
But only Marquis Stoffen's heart always shrouded in a shadow. He looked up and looked ahead, the dark forest was like a huge mouth that swallowed everything.
In the heavy rain, he shivered for life.
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(ps: Those in the group today should know that I am attending someone else’s wedding banquet. Hey, I would have known better than to go. I came back to start coding this chapter, which messed up my time, but I feel pretty good. I could have coded a bit more.
, I checked the time and forgot about it. Now I am adjusting my schedule and striving for regular coding and updates in the future. That’s it for today. I will put up the 10,000-word chapter before five o’clock tomorrow.)
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