Two weeks after receiving the urgent report from Sean, the sun once again appeared in the western border of Graycastle.
The Demon Moon ended without warning.
This is probably the most peaceful evil moon in hundreds of years. There are no evil beasts and guns roaring. The snow field outside the city wall looks empty and flat. The thick snow reflects dazzling golden light under the sun, like a flawless piece. mirror surface.
So this year's Victory Day was extraordinarily lively.
Many residents walked into the wilderness without waiting for the snow to melt, scooped up a ball from the knee-deep snow, and brought it home to boil and drink, both for celebration and as a commemoration.
Only a very small number of people know that this undercurrent is surging under the calm.
The third frontier city, the book-collecting grotto.
Roland got the expected reply.
"There is no record of this in any document, even the documents left by the underground civilization." Celine leaned wearily in the corner, surrounded by ancient books that were opened, "and the first record about the extreme south, About eight hundred and sixty years ago. It was a travel journal, probably written by a witch who was quick to move, and there were only a few words to describe it, but it can be confirmed that the Endless Cape was already a desert at that time.”
It was the first time he had seen Sarcoma appear so tired. The three high-ranking witches rarely sat down. They usually hung on the dome by leaning on their main whiskers, and the fine whiskers on their bodies were always dancing. But now, the opponent's tentacles are all hanging down, covering the surface like fur, and at first glance it looks like a radish just pulled from the soil.
"Maybe it's time for you to rest."
"I think so too, but my body can't stop at all," Celine smiled bitterly. "Your discovery is too amazing. It can be said that it has subverted the Federation. It's the entire history of mankind since it was recorded!"
This is also the reason why Roland expected the answer long ago. If there are relevant discoveries in the Federation era, it is impossible not to leave a few words. After all, it involves the Battle of Divine Will, even if it needs to be kept secret, at least the entire high-level should not be ignorant.
The ethnic group in the mural may be older than he imagined. Eight hundred and sixty years is just a clear record of evidence, and it does not mean that the extreme south is full of life before that. From this point of view, the myths of the "Three Gods Messengers" and "Millennium War" circulated in Mojin's folklore are a bit more credible.
At that time, the first battle of divine will had not yet begun.
"Your Majesty, I'm not afraid of your jokes," she sighed. "We've taken a big step forward in our understanding, but why do I feel so lost? It's like I've lost something."
"It's all normal," Roland said with relief. "The more you know, the more you realize that you don't know anything. In the end, all doubts can be attributed to three questions."
"Oh? Which three?" Pasha asked curiously.
"Where am I, who am I beating, who is beating me."
"..." There was silence in the sea of consciousness.
"Cough, okay, I just want you to relax," Roland coughed twice, "The real answer should be who I am, where did I come from, and where do I go."
"Where did I come from... Where do I go..." Pasha murmured again, "It is true that these three questions seem to be very simple, but if you think about it carefully, it is not so easy to answer, as long as you change your location a little bit. location, there will be completely different answers.”
"Heh, are you also confused by checking the book?" El Xia couldn't help but interjected, "What's wrong with this, I'm El Xia, I come from Taquila, and I will return to Taquila in the future. Can't you do it? I think you were just fooled by him."
"That's why I sometimes envy you," Celine put her beard on her head feebly. "Simple-minded is sometimes a kind of happiness."
Pasha shook her head amusingly, "Thank you, it really made us feel a lot easier. But your reaction really surprised me, not only calm, but also taking into account our thoughts, as if you didn't care about the matter at all. Not surprised."
Because the world itself is full of uncertainty for me... Roland smiled noncommittally and changed the subject, "Since the completely unknown battle of divine will and the existence of a new ethnic group have been determined, then we will discuss the next meeting. Well, the sooner you know about such important news, the better."
"As you wish, Your Majesty." Pasha bowed her head and replied.
…
The internal meeting was soon held in the castle reception room, and its confidentiality was classified as top secret. The participants were all representatives of the forces of the United Front, and even the Minister of the Executive Office was not invited.
When Roland announced this unexpected discovery, everyone showed disbelief, and he also gave a rare ten-minute buffer time, so that everyone could talk to each other at will.
The battle of divine will is not a destiny unique to human beings, but is likely to be a "special" normality, which is beyond everyone's imagination. If it wasn't for him to say these words, I'm afraid few people would believe it.
After the hall gradually quieted down, Tilly was the first to stand up, "If this is really a battle of divine will, what about the winner? Not devils, sea monsters, underground civilizations, let alone humans... Where are they now?"
This is the first question most people ask.
Roland looked at Pasha behind the curtain of light, who nodded, "I wonder if you still remember, in the records of the underground civilization, there are two sentences about magic that make us extraordinary, and mastering magic is the ladder to pursue the will of God. We might as well Assuming all participants in the War of Divine Will have access to magic, will the winner take the power of magic to a new level and go where we can't see it? Like... the heavenly world."
This is also the speculation made by the three high-level witches. Although Roland feels that there are many loopholes, it is better than a simple "don't know".
After all, not knowing means nothingness. According to common sense, the stronger a civilization is, the longer its footprints will remain. The ancients used thatch and mud embryos to build houses, and it took a thousand years to weather and turn into dust, and the concrete buildings of Neverwinter City can still leave outlines even after a thousand years. A civilization that could win the battle of divine will disappeared after the war, and its existence can only be known from scattered relics, which undoubtedly makes people think in a bad direction.
If the victory cannot reverse the fate of demise, I am afraid it will dampen everyone's determination to war.
And Taquila's speculation could at least set a goal.
"So what is described on the murals, let's say it was 1,400 years ago?" Edith pondered for a while, "Then what humans have experienced can't be called the first battle of divine will."
"Having said that, changing the name is easy to confuse people," Roland replied, "so I tentatively called it "The Lost Battle". As for the number of times we have been, it's not the point. "
"Your Majesty," Barov hesitated, "the expedition plan is scheduled to be implemented after the beginning of spring."
"According to the predetermined plan," he interrupted without hesitation, "even if there are many unsolved mysteries in the battle of divine will, we must move forward! Perhaps the war itself is a way to bring us closer to the answer, and If you lose to the devil, then there is no hope."
Roland paused, swept across the entire hall, and said word by word, "This time, we will completely sweep the devil out of the Fertile Plain. This will not only secure a broad space for development for Neverwinter City, but also lay the foundation for the final victory! "