The wind was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, and the flames seemed to still linger in the sky. The torn clouds were like burning cotton wool, scattered in the sky, and an unknown golden light emerged from behind the clouds, spreading to the surrounding areas.
Tullaman's silver hair shone in the sunshine, and he smiled slightly: "They didn't want to hide it at first, but you know, this is a bad habit of wizards, they like to play word games, be clever, and
enjoying the moment."
"Because this can better show that they are far smarter than ordinary people. Unfortunately, no one wants to be a fool, so I am in a particularly bad mood now."
"Don't worry, you can go find trouble with them. William and I will support you. To be honest, Darus had a much worse temper than you back then. You are far inferior to your grandfather, Brando, in this regard."
Brando was unmoved. "Lord Turaman, what role did the Buga people play in His Majesty the Emperor and the Dragon Sword back then, and what exactly are you planning to do."
The silver sails were reflected in the light brown eyes, and the floating fleet was like a fish swimming in the sky, constantly shuttling in the airport. At least one thing that the Cruz port officials did not make a mistake in was that the Loon Port was indeed unstoppable.
With this huge fleet, it is conceivable that it will be difficult for the port to return to its former glory for a long time after the war.
But this is a problem that local people need to worry about. At least for now, even Count Alcorns himself has no time to think about this problem.
Turaman was silent for a moment.
"You guessed it right," he replied: "It's a long story. The wizards did not play a glorious role back then, but it all starts with the battle in the Alkhash Mountains."
Turaman raised his hand and drew a silver rune, 'Giseet', which means night. A transparent ripple shrouded the two people's heads, blocking the surrounding sounds. "That battle.
I won’t go into details about the process. You must have heard countless versions. But the subsequent story is very different from what is circulated outside. The two warring parties discovered something in Alka.”
"It's related to the Dragon of Darkness."
Tullaman was not surprised that Brando would guess this. He nodded: "In fact, what they discovered was the battlefield of the last battle."
"The battlefield of the last battle? Only Long and Cueva (Silver Elf) participated in the last battle. It turns out that the battlefield was really in Alka." Brando finally moved a little.
"Do you know anything about the final battlefield?"
"I know something. The Four Sages defeated the Dragon of Darkness in the final battle. It is said that there are countless secrets on that battlefield." Brando knows more about the history of the Planeswalker War. This history begins with Elaine
He said it from his mouth, and it still seems to be vivid in his mind: "There is no record of the battlefield of the last battle after the Battle of the Saints. It seems to have mysteriously disappeared - the only one who knows is "qingren". The silver elves retreated into the mountains and forests, and the dragons
They no longer appear on the earth, and the only ones left are the wizards - Buga people."
He raised his head and looked at Turaman. "The Silver Alliance monitors everything that happens on the earth. Mortals can get close to Alka and find the final battlefield. It's hard to believe that they didn't receive instructions from a certain party."
Turaman Shrine looked at Brando complicatedly. There were countless secrets behind the Four Sages' defeat of the Dragon of Darkness. In order to keep these secrets - the only two silver tribes who participated in this battle and the dragon successively
Can't escape from the world.
"How do you know these secrets, little one?"
"Through some clues of legends and speculations, I have had some experiences that you can't imagine, just as I later reappeared as a Highland knight," Brando replied half-truthfully: "I know better than Buga.
People imagine more.”
"It can be seen," Turaman sighed, and his wise eyes swept across Brando's face: Darus' grandson was very similar to him when he was young, which made Turaman seem to see that man again.
Appearing in front of him, it is a pity that mortal life is too short after all. He seemed to recall the past in his youth in Eruin: "Now it seems that William's evaluation of you is indeed the most pertinent, and other people's eyes are still on you.
Under the shadow of Darus, you have already stepped out."
It wasn't just him who came out, Brando thought, it was more like a coincidence. When Sophie's extraordinary soul appeared with a mentality of the whole world. The fusion of two people's souls was like an opportunity.
, allowing them to support each other and come out of the shadow of the past. As early as after the dream under the golden tree, he was no longer the young man who could only hesitate in front of the sword of the past.
"William admires you very much. Neither he nor I agree with the council's plan, but we are happy to see its results. The old guy thinks you can do more. At this point, I am not as confident as him, but I have to admit that to this day,
Until I meet you again, I have to say that I probably made a rare mistake and made a losing bet."
"If you don't agree with it, why are you happy to see it happen?"
"Because William thinks that you have extraordinary abilities, you have experiences that are different from anyone else, you can do things that others cannot, and there are some things - these things are things that neither I, he nor the late monarch can accomplish.
But William thinks you might be able to do it."
"How can I be so virtuous and capable?" Brando was startled for a moment, and then his heart shuddered. There seemed to be something in this evaluation. What does it mean to be different from anyone else's experience? Does it mean that the other person has already seen something? This
It sounds a bit weird, but in the eyes of William Pister, who stands at the pinnacle of power and is one of the few people who can use magic to see into the future, it doesn't seem to be absolutely impossible.
But what does this have to do with the late Lord Ek?
Brando frowned, vaguely feeling that he had grasped something, but he was still in a foggy maze, and could only occasionally peek through the clouds to get a glimpse of the truth.
"Do you want me to be an agent to start a war with the empire?" He suddenly remembered what the wind elves had done in the past. This was what the elves' Delilah dynasty had promised to their late king Ek, and the Buga people made a big fanfare.
By sending a fleet, is it because they want to repeat the story of the previous dynasty?
"You think too much, little one."
"Is not it?"
"You can rest assured that going to war with the empire will neither benefit us nor is it necessary."
"There has to be a reason for doing what you do."
"I have mentioned the reason before."
"So, it's still related to the battle in Alka?"
Tullaman nodded slowly: "Yes, our topic has strayed a bit. That war is the theme."
Brando glanced around. Tullaman's barrier spell still divided the inside and outside into two worlds, completely isolating the sound. He suddenly felt a little funny about his suspicion. How could the spell of the dignified master of Mithril Castle expire early?
, he already had a vague feeling that the next conversation might not be that simple.
"You have not answered my question, Lord Turaman."
"As for that question, I can only say that you are half right."
"half?"
"Because no one has ever deliberately done anything to cover up the battlefield of the last battle. The space in the Alka area is not stable. That place disappeared without a trace after the last battle, fell into the void, or was possessed by magic.
The sea swallowed up the whole space, and the entire space was swallowed up by the noisy energy. After that, several consecutive major earthquakes occurred in the Alkhash Mountains. After that, the topography of the entire area has been completely changed. No one knows where the battlefield is buried.
"
"Disappeared?"
This answer was also beyond Brando's expectation.
"Not entirely, it was not an ordinary earthquake, but the space turbulence formed after the stable laws and orders were destroyed. The chaotic laws created a strange area in Alka, and common sense does not apply there. In fact,
Over thousands of years, the battlefield of the last battle has appeared before the eyes of the world several times, like a ghost, suddenly appearing and disappearing without a trace. Once, it was destroyed by an exiled Miner clan.
It was discovered that another time, a descendant of the ancient dwarves broke into this area."
Turaman replied slowly. His voice did not rise and fall, but the things he described were extremely strange: "There were several flashes later, but they were not known to the world. In order to monitor its traces, the Buga people
Countless observation points have been built on this crack zone."
"Wait a minute, are you talking about this crack zone? Are there other crack zones?"
"Naturally, our world is holistic. Once there is a crack in Tiamat's law, there will inevitably be a chain reaction. In fact, this crack leads south to a certain area in Anzeru Tower, and some weird things often happen there.
And it has given birth to a large area of black forest. To the south is the Ring of Trade Winds, and to the north is the large glacier, forming a standard arc line. This line is too long, even with the ability of the Buga people, it cannot be observed.
It can only be speculated that if this circle has a center, it should be on the Great Plains of the East - the place where the people of gold and silver wandered in the thorny wilderness before the era of chaos only existed in legends.
It is a great plain that no one has ever seen. In addition, outside of this main crack zone, there are some smaller cracks, such as the Death Frost Forest as you are familiar with it."
Brandu was silent for a long time. Even counting his experience in the game, this was the first time he had heard such sensational news. If this respected scholar had not lied to him, this information had already revealed something vaguely.
Things, that is, the legends that only exist in the background in the game, are very likely to be true. And Brando already knows that Tulaman may not be lying, because the other party does not need to use such an obvious method that can be exposed.
It's a lie, not to mention some of his experiences, which have vaguely confirmed part of the content here.
Almost immediately, he subconsciously remembered something even more creepy. In the game, some players had studied the whereabouts of the unforgettable nameless people in the Death Frost Forest, those who had lost their memories, identities and even themselves.
- existences between humans and souls. They always line up in long lines, advancing in the forest, luring more ignorant souls to join them. These nameless people will be on a certain coast north of the Dead Frost Forest.
Entering the Sea of Dark Light, the direction they were heading seemed to always be a huge arc tangent to the northern coastline of Eruin.
Players have racked their brains to study this mysterious route, but in the end they have found nothing and can only attribute it to the bad taste of the game designer.
However, at this moment, a new possibility appeared irresistibly in Brando's mind.
Those who have lost their names are moving along the crack mentioned by Turaman, but what kind of power and what kind of reasons drive them to do such things? What is it that makes these people lost?
Brando couldn't help but shudder when he thought of those pale-skinned, empty-eyed, and confused trekkers. He suddenly remembered Viscount Tester who he had met in Pragues. He took away his
Maybe they were the same group of people. What did that guy want to foretell for him? Unfortunately, he didn't understand the situation at all at the time and missed the opportunity.
After a while, Brando forced himself to throw these thoughts out of his mind, and he barely digested the news. He raised his head and looked at Turaman. There was a slight sweat on his forehead.
This is just the beginning——
"So... the two sides in the battle in the Alkhash Mountains... mistakenly entered the final battlefield?"
"It's still half of it. We did mistakenly enter the battlefield of the last battle, or rather it appeared in front of us like a ghost. It was your grandfather who commanded the Flame Temple coalition at that time. As his deputy, I immediately
Feeling the seriousness of the problem, and that our opponents, the wind elves, also have capable people, we quickly decided to call a truce and planned to withdraw from the battlefield under the coordination of the Buga envoys." Turaman replied slowly,
As if recalling the situation that day, Brando could completely imagine an ancient battlefield, appearing silently in the mist between two armies. What a strange scene it would be.
"What happened next?" he asked. He understood that if the two sides involved in the war had peacefully withdrawn from the battlefield as Tulaman said, there would probably not be so many things that happened later.
"We made a mistake, an oversight in fact."
"negligence?"
"You said before that the mortals who were able to get close to Alka and find the final battlefield must have received instructions from one party. I said you guessed half of it right. And the other half is that it is true, but it was not the Buga people who took action secretly——
"
"...but a dragon."
"Dragon?" Brando was greatly surprised.
Tullaman raised his head and glanced at the sky silently: "Like the Min'er people, the dragon's body has golden blood flowing in it. In the battle of the saints, not all dragons are on the side of the four sages. You
You should know about this."
Brando knows this. Dragons are still divided into good and evil systems. The source is the break from the War of Saints era, but no one knows the reason. Why do dragons fight side by side with mortals, as few people do?
Being able to understand the sacred covenant between the Bugans, Cueva and mortals, why would the generation of silver and gold give up their era and fight for the era of mortals?
It's really because of a promise made by the Azure Knight. For the prophesied era of mortals.
I'm afraid not necessarily.
"One of the dragons is a staunch ally of Odin, the Dark Dragon."
"You mean the Seven-pole Dragon King, the evil dragon Fucia."
"Exactly, after the Battle of the Saints, as the fate of the loser, Phoscia Kes was sealed under the great glacier by Vaiwenros and Theos Kratz."
Brando knows the latter two famous names. The former is the previous generation of Dragon King, who is called the almost god-like Wai Wenluosi, the overlord of the sky, while the latter is the famous heroic dragon, who later died in the War of Wolf.
He played an important role in helping mankind resist the invasion of dusk. However, he did not speak, but continued to listen to Turaman: "However, the death of Phoscia did not eradicate the ambition of the dragon. In fact, there are still some opponents to this day.
An era of unforgettable dragons has been moving secretly in the human world. Due to my negligence, three dragons named Obsidian, Atarkasha and...Gwendolyn have infiltrated into the coalition forces.
They have been lurking beside the old emperor of the previous generation of the empire for many years. They accompanied and protected the princess as a royal knight during the Holy War... I believe you already know who they are."
"That princess...is..."
Brando felt his mind buzzing, and several important clues were like lightning in the dark night, striking bright lightning in his thoughts. In the darkness, the truth seemed to have surfaced.
"You guessed it right, her name is Constance, the flower of the princess, the apple of His Majesty's eye."
