As soon as the tall figure's voice fell, Colin's heart suddenly moved.
This voice... seems inexplicably familiar.
He subconsciously turned his head and looked.
A curly-haired man with an elegant and peaceful appearance came into view.
‘Lord of Noins City?’
Although he had never seen this face before, the familiar voice made this name suddenly appear in Colin's mind.
"Congressman Noynes."
The greetings spoken by Windsor and Terry on the side also proved his idea.
"Windsor, Terry." Noynes said hello to the two of them with a calm face, without any airs.
He glanced at the situation in the secret room, paused for a moment on Yates's charred body, and then looked at Zeheti without much expression.
He didn't seem to care much.
"Congressman Noynes, Pala Island is safe and sound. We have extremely important information to report!"
Windsor did not mention Yates, looked at the projection of Noins on the crystal, and said quickly in a deep voice.
She felt a little lucky in her heart...which member of the Supreme Council would be contacted by opening the help crystal. In fact, they did not know in advance.
But Senator Noynes is definitely one of the best choices.
"Oh... what kind of important information is it? It makes you even hesitate to open the help crystal." Noins raised his eyebrows slightly.
He looked around, his eyes seemed to fall on the secret room, and then seemed to fall elsewhere, and then he said to himself: "Could it be about the war at this moment?"
Through the projection of the crystal, you can vaguely see that he seems to be standing alone in the night sky at this moment...perhaps, in front of one of the seven islands in the south.
"The tree elves have fallen to the gods."
Windsor did not show off, raised the manuscript papers collected in his hand, showed them to Noins, and said briefly at the same time.
After hearing this, Noins frowned slightly.
He is the creator of the Crimson Marking Technique, and he naturally has a deep understanding of the disguise of gods.
When the elves suddenly appeared, the wizards were naturally suspicious, and they did many checks. After confirming that there were no abnormalities, they re-accepted the elves...
'The elves...have betrayed the gods?'
Noins looked at the manuscript paper in Windsor's hand.
And Windsor continued:
"I learned this news from the little wizard behind me. During the Battle of Gupil, he accidentally entered the elven kingdom that had been polluted and abandoned by the gods, and then learned this secret there."
Windsor said, casting his gaze towards Colin.
Colin paused, organized his words with understanding, and added in a deep voice:
"I learned in the elven kingdom that after the war a thousand years ago, the tree elves became addicted to the pursuit of knowledge, and then were seduced by unknown gods and eventually fell.
Later, the fallen tree elves, together with the High Elf's lord Volial, betrayed the High Elves and the Ancient Tree of Life, and even completely wiped out the High Elf clan."
"Lord Noins, I am not sure that the tree elves are hidden spies.
But if they come from the kingdom of elves, they must have been seduced and corrupted by the gods!"
"Amis, the Painter of the Wind..."
At this moment, Noyins, who glanced at the manuscript paper, suddenly murmured and reached out to take the manuscript paper in Windsor's hand.
He is obviously an illusory existence, but when the manuscript paper is close to him, it seems to travel through space and reach the real hand of him.
"It turns out he is a magnificent painter... No wonder he was able to hide his crimson marking technique from me." After getting the manuscript paper, Noynes' calm expression gradually became troubled.
He could see that neither Windsor nor Colin were lying, and the words on the manuscript paper in front of him were obviously influenced by the gods, making them so strange.
"I already know about this." Noyins was already 80% convinced. He looked around at everyone and said slowly.
The calm expression gradually relaxed Colin's anxious heart.
'Everything I can do has been done, and what happens next is beyond my control.'
On the other side, after Noins finished speaking, his figure gradually disappeared. Apparently, he was not as unhurried as he appeared.
But he seemed to remember something again. Before the figure disappeared, he quickly added:
"If the news is confirmed to be true, the Supreme Council will remember the credit you deserve... Well, also, tell me your names, two wizards."
Noins's eyes fell on Colin and Zeheti.
"Colin Leonard." Colin replied quickly.
He didn't think carefully about Noins' so-called credit... It's not that he didn't expect it, but that you shouldn't have too many expectations for these things, and what you should have will naturally come to pass.
What's more, the original starting point was not for utilitarian purposes.
"Zeheti...Flashing Silver."
Zeheti hesitated for a moment and finally said his full name.
Hearing Zeheti's name, Noyins obviously paused.
He glanced at Zeheti, but in the end said nothing and gradually disappeared.
The light of the help crystal gradually extinguished, and the bright crystal on the wall of the secret room gradually lit up.
In the interplay of light and dark, there was almost no sound in the secret room.
"call--"
After a long time, Colin let out a long sigh of relief. He felt that the heavy pressure on his shoulders suddenly disappeared, and the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.
In the secret room, no outside sounds could be heard. He had no way of knowing what was happening with the battle on the seven islands in the south at this moment...
Maybe...there is no need to know.
Colin raised the corner of his mouth and smiled silently, somewhat self-deprecatingly.
A mere first-level wizard can only do so much...
"What are your plans next?"
At this time, Windsor, who was in front of the crystal asking for help, suddenly asked.
Terry, the male wizard next to her, had finally digested the sudden news and came back to his senses.
But there is still a little confusion on his face...
It seems that I have unknowingly participated in an event that is not only closely related to me, but also shocking!
"If nothing unexpected happens, I plan to continue to stick to my position and guard the rescue crystal for Pala Island, just in case."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Before they could answer, Windsor took the initiative and said, her face was not optimistic.
Is there a traitor among the wizards? How can Senator Noynes prevent the elves from noticing and pass on the news?
And how can the wizards commanding on the battlefield pass the order to the low-level wizards without being noticed by the elves?
What's more, the battlefields are so scattered - the Seven Islands in the South are seven scattered islands. They are all large islands. The distance between them is not close. They are just connected in a straight line, so they are called the South.
Seven islands.
Time...Windsor sighed.
Time is the biggest difficulty.
This southern operation was originally a surprise attack and should be over within an hour at most. However, almost half an hour has passed since the war started...
If there is really something strange happening to the elves this time, then those ambush thorns may have penetrated three-thirds of the body... The situation is really not optimistic.
Fortunately, at least this news was conveyed before all the dust settled...
Thinking of this, Windsor suddenly said solemnly: "Thank you both for delivering such important news."
After saying that, she pulled Terry and pointed to Yates's charred body not far away and continued:
"We have all seen the villain Yates who tried to interfere with the request for help and attacked the two Your Excellencies. We will truthfully report him to the Supreme Council. You two don't need to worry about the family behind him."
Both of them are members of the Supreme Council, and this matter is reasonable. Naturally, there is no need to worry about the family behind Yates.
Moreover...when Yates did such a thing, the family behind him was not only severely injured, but also had to suffer some hardships.
"The Sword Comes"
"Thank you both." Zeheti nodded slightly and said calmly: "The mission of this trip has been completed. I plan to leave Pala Island now."
"By the way -" she looked at what Colin was thinking, and suddenly added, "That silver ball was made by me by accident. It may be helpful to you in strengthening the foundation of your body."
'Silver ball with gold pattern?'
Colin's heart moved.
But at this time, Zeheti nodded towards the Windsors behind him and seemed to be ready to leave.
So he did not rush to check the silver ball, but quickly requested:
"Your Excellency Zeheti, I also plan to leave Pala Island and return to the Siya continent.
If possible, please give me a lift along the way."
Colin felt the fountain of the ancient tree on his chest, and his thoughts in his heart fell on his mentor who was far away in the city of Neuinstadt.
"I don't know what Teacher Atbold's situation is at this time."
Thinking of what Yates had said before, he felt inexplicably worried.
On the other hand, Zeheti was willing to accept his request.
After saying goodbye to the two Windsors, they strode out with Colin.
Walking out of the building, the moonlight is clear and the night sky is clear.
In the silence, only the faint and fierce noises continued to be heard in the distance to the south...
But when these originally deafening sounds reached Pala Island, they became fainter.
"Let's go." Zeheti said softly.
The familiar ribbon immediately wrapped around his body.
Immediately afterwards,
Zhila!
A bright light flashed in the dark night sky, and then darkness returned.
At such a speed, the sounds of the battle on the seven islands in the south could no longer reach Colin's ears.
He lowered his head and looked down at the vast dark sea below him.
The clear moonlight fell like silver powder, spreading out a bright sparkling sea wave, and also covering up the turbulent and deep mysterious sea.
"Today seems to be the original owner's birthday -" Colin suddenly thought of it and murmured silently:
"October 11th, 3585 years of the Anan calendar..."