He gently closed the illustrated book, looking out the window at the receding grassland.
In the distance, a group of cows and white sheep are sparsely walking among the grass, and the strong wind blows the green grass continuously, causing waves like ripples.
"What a terrifying silver lamp master." He sighed with emotion, "If I face a giant lava wolf." He didn't make a sound, but simply imagined it. No matter how he simulated it, he failed completely. He couldn't even get close, so he was easily killed.
"It seems that the core totem must be selected quickly. Only by becoming a real silver lamp master earlier can he officially intervene in this world. There is only one and a half years left."
Garen put the illustration book into his bag, held the silver cane with a forearm length, closed his eyes, and began to look at the attribute bar and skill bar below his field of vision.
Below the skill bar, a translucent red symbol is faintly appearing, like a growing embryo, with a heart-like red halo flashing every beat.
This was discovered by Garen yesterday. After careful observation, he discovered that inside this embryo seemed to be a delicate 3D image of a fluorescent butterfly.
This made him overjoyed, and he has always been looking forward to the ability to provide him with a little help on the road of silver lamp masters, otherwise, if he wants to catch up with those elite silver lamp masters in more than a year, it will only be Arabian Nights.
And now, finally, there is some hope.
The ability seems to be slowly including the totem fluorescent butterfly.
"Today's pattern should be clearer again." Garen retracted his gaze, "It is estimated that when we return to the manor, it will really show its specific effect. But we can't just put our hopes on this, and we need to prepare in many ways."
What he lacks now is the core totem.
In the pictures during the shuttle, all battles are very blurry, obviously too complicated and too volatile. All I could see was a mess of colors. Probably the strength can only be judged from the degree of shaking. It's just that the specific totem form is unclear.
Garen refused to choose the totem of the Dasula school, mainly because he wanted to find a strong enough totem for himself in the future.
But such a totem must have detailed knowledge inheritance, how to cultivate, how to care for, what conditions are needed, and even the environment and time also have requirements.
It's just that he already has a plan.
The carriage arrived at the small towns it passed by, and Garen kept changing carriages, or joining the caravan, and soon approached the border of Green Forest Province.
Green Forest Province is a province of parks, covered by large forests and forests, and there is an endless stream of tourists.
Gallon arrived in Ferento, a small city between Hana Province and Green Forest. From here, he took a sightseeing bus and headed to Terry Jones territory in the middle of Green Forest.
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Between the emerald green forest, two white buses are like cuboid bullock carts, slowly advancing in the sea of trees.
The tour guide is the daughter of a hunter, holding a trumpet-shaped paper tube, and is loudly introducing the customs and customs of the green forest to the passengers in the car.
The car is full of tourists who come to travel, most of them are couples, partners, and a family of three. The composition includes workers, merchants, petty nobles, military officers and so on. Men, women, old and young, there are more than 20 people in a car.
The one pulling the cart is a kind of robust black ox with four heads and a height of more than one meter, which is equivalent to a strong version of ordinary black ox. From time to time issued a low growl.
From time to time, the wheels slapped over small stones and small dirt pits, and they were a little wobbly.
Garen was sitting in the left side of the last row of the car, by the window.
He was still wearing a gray robe, with a black leather suitcase at his feet, and he was well groomed. He looked like a young teacher in a university, with a very gentle temperament.
Opposite him sat two people, a middle-aged male priest in black with white borders, and a taciturn young girl.
The two seemed to be together, and they didn't speak when they got in the car. It seemed that the atmosphere was a bit awkward.
It's been more than half an hour since the two got in the car, and they haven't said a word. Instead, the four people sitting opposite to the left were talking loudly. Those four were two young newlyweds. The men were flirting with each other. You talked about glorious history, and I talked about anecdotes. The two wives are bragging about what new things they bought at home and where they imported them from. And what food was eaten and what chef cooked it.
Two pairs of petty bourgeois families who love vanity get together, and the result is that the people around them are also influenced by them, and they start to point out in various ways that they are not easy to mess with, and that they can get involved with so and so.
So the poor lady tour guide can only talk dryly about the customs of Lusen alone, although it seems that no one listens at all.
Of course, there are a few people who don't like to participate, such as Garen and the priest and girl sitting opposite. And the front seat next to them, an old couple with white hair and a young male officer.
Garen reviewed his understanding of the basic techniques for a while, and felt that his brain was a little tired, so he paused and took a rest.
He looked out the window, and just passed another metal street sign, which seemed to have something written on it. He didn't have time to see clearly.
"Excuse me, where are you now?" Garen asked the priest in black politely.
"Isenhall, it was written on the road sign just now." The priest replied with a gentle smile.
The girl next to me sneered,
"We turned left, and now we are going to Baidijiasijia. Don't talk nonsense if you don't see it clearly!"
"Maybe I misunderstood, sorry." The priest smiled at Garen in an educated manner. "If it's Baidijiasjia, it's almost an hour away." He took out a pocket watch and checked the time.
"It's so fast, after passing Baidijiasjia, it should be Terry Jones who leads it?" Garen asked again.
"Yes. The Terry Jones family is a local lord and aristocrat, and they have always maintained the original style of the territory very well. It is a good place for sightseeing." The priest nodded.
"We can see black swans there!" The girl rushed to say, "My God, there are as many black swans as there are ducks. It's a famous spectacle!"
"But bandits are also rampant there. We won't be robbed, right?" A man from the two couples on the left interjected worriedly.
"No, it is said that some time ago, the bandits there were almost wiped out." The priest replied gently. "I went there once to witness a newly built chapel, and visited the planning officer of the territory, so I probably know a little bit about the situation."
"The planning officer there should still be Sink, right? Sink Jiela is an imperial official from Hana." The man asked.
"You know him too?" The priest was slightly surprised.
"I've met him a few times. He's a well-educated big shot. We met him at a concert." The man replied slightly proudly.
"The Xinke planning officer is said to have been transferred from the place where the turmoil broke out in Hana Province." The priest frowned.
"Unrest? Are you talking about those damn Nell thugs? I heard that the southwest is very serious now. The consuls of several cities have fled." The man suddenly lowered his voice.
"Imperial affairs, don't talk nonsense!" The wife next to the man gently tugged him.
Immediately, both the man and the priest stopped talking. It's just that the expression is a little serious. They all noticed that the male officer sitting in the front row looked here, his eyes were a little cold.
Gallon's heart skipped a beat.
"You just said that there was turmoil in the southwest?" He looked intently at the priest and the man who had just spoken.
"Don't talk about it. It's better not to talk about this kind of national affairs on this occasion." The priest reminded in a low voice.
"Can you tell me which cities are in turmoil?" Garen also lowered his voice, pretending to be very interested.
The man on the side couldn't help but answered. "I heard it's Yunguang City and White Rose City."
"White Rose!" Garen was slightly startled, and a black and white square flag suddenly appeared in his memory. The black on the left on the top was pure pitch black, and the white on the right was a white rose symbolizing purity and nobility.
"It's finally started." He felt a little heavy.
The wheel of history finally began to roll.
According to the historical axis that Garen sorted out, everything started with the battle between the Black Sky Society and the Royal Alliance.
And the White Rose Rebellion this time was the beginning of the Heitian Society's actions. It was also the beginning of the end of thousands of years of royal alliance rule.
Under the flames of war of the Black Sky Society, the huge, bloated and corrupt body of the Royal Alliance completely collapsed in just one year.
"The Royal Alliance won't collapse so easily." Garen began to think carefully, "According to the established history, the overall strength of the Royal Alliance is much stronger than that of the Heitian Society in the early and mid-term, but it has attracted a lot of war internally. Forces, internal and external troubles, coupled with the fact that the alliance is fighting on its own, and each other is ambitious to annex each other, not to rescue. This led to the second turmoil and the outbreak of the third war."
"Those foolish kings and the royal family thought that this turmoil would be the same as before, and it would not take long to extinguish it, and then they divided up the national interests emptied from the turmoil. Unfortunately...this time is different." Garen sat alone On, my heart was ups and downs.
The Battle of the White Rose was an action by the Heitian Society to challenge and test the authority of the Royal Alliance. They still think that the royal alliance is powerful and huge, and they dare not provoke conflicts on a large scale. Unexpectedly, the result far exceeded their expectations.
A simple small-scale turmoil finally wiped out the small empire it was in, and it has a tendency to burn all over the surrounding countries.
Garen's mind quickly wandered.
"This turmoil is unstoppable. Soon two months later, a war will officially break out. The Black Sky Society has declared war on the royal family. This war will spread to every corner of the world, and there is no place to hide. Silver The lamp masters are also completely exposed to the public. Participate in the army and engage in life-and-death battles. I must determine my core totem within these two months, otherwise the war will break out and my father will be transferred to join the war. My safety is the most important issue gone."
This is the First World War of this world. The Black Sky Society provoked wars in 23 countries, and launched the most powerful charge against the traditional royal alliance. They did not use formal means, but ignited the flames of war all over the world in the form of silver lamp masters.
Garen remembered that in World War I, the Heitian Society used totems as their foundation to create countless terrifying inhuman armies, destroying everything like a natural disaster. The royal alliance was defeated and a large area of territory was occupied.
In a year's time, the royal families in various places were finally defeated, and the world was in chaos.
But out of this near-apocalyptic situation, three extremely powerful and young heroes emerge. Grand Duke Goth, Prince Alexander, and Queen Joan Annis.
The city where the three of them are located has become the front line against the Black Sky Society, and at the same time, it has also restored the three major institutions that were about to collapse. Become the last banner of resistance of the Royal Alliance.
What Garen wants to do now is to find his own, sufficiently powerful core totem from this turmoil.
(end of this chapter)