Even the most valiant and warrior monarch of the Hazels could not cross the walls of the Sidus Fortress, let alone the present Hazels.
As the threat from the north is approaching, Sidus Fortress has become a difficult problem that the Hazel people cannot circumvent. No matter how many people die under this fortress, they cannot solve their current problems.
They also can't afford to wait for this negotiation.
There was silence in the hall.
The front commander of the Hazel was about to speak, but an old man behind him patted him on the shoulder and stood up.
Prophet Salma.
He once served as the guardian of the Crystal Temple, one of the candidates for the three great prophets, and his position is just equivalent to the bishop of the Scepter of the Temple of Flame, so in this negotiation, he is the one who is in Kazakhstan. The one who made the final word among the Zell people.
"This lord is right," Salma said in an old voice, but he was more like talking to the commander on the side: "In a choice that both sides must make, we can't do anything. Not giving, fairness, is also the greatest wisdom."
"Master Salma?"
Salma turned her head, looked Demon’s eyes directly, and replied slowly: "This city is a precious treasure of the civilized world. If the Cruz people are determined to protect it, then the Hazel people will not be lacking this. Kind of wisdom and courage."
"but-"
He slowly changed his tone and said: "We have to understand, what exactly is guarding?"
Father Demon said nothing, because he understood that there was no need for his answer.
Sure enough, the Prophet Salma continued: "It is not just this city, this city represents our civilization and history, it represents the memory and heritage of the Cruz people, and it will also be a part of our entire civilized world. We dedicate and sacrifice to know these precious things, and we don’t hesitate to give everything to protect them, but not just here—"
A bright light flashed in the depths of Father Demon's eyes, and then he said: "What did the Prophet say?"
"I saw that your best friend, Duke Tix, has left the city hall. The tacit understanding between you and him for decades, so you will stay and live and die with this city, right?"
Father Demon nodded, and did not shy away from this point. Even if it is a migration, Tuobian must have someone to stay behind for the fleeing person. This candidate can only be one between him and Tix. Fate chose him.
Although the nobles in the hall had expected this a long time ago, when Demon confirmed it, they still couldn't help discussing it again.
The hall is a bit noisy.
But the voice of the prophet Salma seemed to overwhelm everyone’s voice. The old man quietly replied: “There is a contract that has been dusted for thousands of years. If today we must have courage and sacrifice to wake it up again. The weight of my heart, then I am willing to sign my name on it."
He raised his head to look at Father Demon and said: "Our descendants will remember today, remember that there was a moment when someone shed blood and sacrifices to protect some of the most precious things in this world. I want to have this spiritual inheritance. Going down, the priest should be satisfied, right?"
Father Demon stood up and nodded slowly.
As if following his movements, the whole hall was quiet.
So only his voice echoed in the hall: "Master Salma was once the guardian of the Crystal Temple?"
Salma nodded.
"I heard that it is the position of the candidate of the Great Prophet. Lord Salma is also the most promising heir of the Great Prophet. You are equivalent to the bishop of the scepter among us, and the one who is most likely to inherit the Great Holy See, right?"
There was a sound of inhalation in the hall, and the nobles cast their surprised eyes on the Prophet Salma himself. Obviously, they did not expect the identity of the other party to be so noble.
Just because of this identity, many people have been relieved. Since the Hazel people let people with such an important identity come to negotiate, it is enough to show their sincerity.
But Prophet Salma only replied: "Didn't the priest once also be the bishop of the scepter?"
"That was only once," Father Demon replied: "Besides, I have no hope of being in the position of the Great Holy See, and I cannot compare with your status."
He listened for a while before continuing to speak: "My lord is really willing to stay and live and die with this city?"
As soon as this was said, there was a dead silence in the city hall.
Only then did most of the nobles react. What the Hazel prophet said before. Most people do not stop looking at Salma with an incredibly unbelievable look. The latter said that the identity gap between the two cannot be accounted for.
"Life is precious, but it is not unworthy of dedication," Father Salma smiled and said: "Almost every generation of Hazel kings is buried on the battlefield, and the king's eldest son is often the same. Although they Obviously they have the supreme power and the possibility of taking over the crown, but when facing death, they all chose courage without exception."
"Because bravery is the greatest wisdom. Crystal tells us that only wisdom can be brave, otherwise it is meaningless recklessness. I am here and choose this answer because I understand that our choice is meaningful."
He looked at Father Demon and replied: "In fact, even if the Cruz people do not make such a choice, I will let the Hazel people do it, but I am very happy to see that there are also such visionary and wise men among the Cruz people. This shows that the hatred between the Cruz people and the Hazel people is not insoluble. We have a lot in common. Perhaps in the disaster of the battlefield, we will learn to forgive and forgive."
"Father Demon, at this moment, I am not as a prophet of the Hazel people, but as a friend of the Cruz people, as a friend of everyone here, breathing with this city and facing its ultimate destiny."
Prophet Salma said loudly: "I want to ask everyone, do you remember the covenant between the Hazel and the Cruz a thousand years ago?"
The nobles looked at each other for a while, and felt ashamed in their hearts. They, Tubian’s children, the master of this city, did not dare to choose to live with this city in front of a stranger from afar. Die together.
Many people even had a shake in their hearts at that moment, although this shake occurred only for an instant, and soon the fear of death prevailed. Perhaps many people will finally choose to leave after shaking at this moment, choosing to go overboard and save their lives.
However, they will remember this moment throughout their lives.
Remember the two people standing opposite each other in this hall at this moment.
Remember the story that happened at the last moment of the survival of this city, remember that there was someone who dedicated everything to the civilization and glory of the Cruz people.
And this is precisely the heritage of civilization.
Father Demon took a deep breath. He had already got everything he wanted. He raised his head and looked through the deep dome of the city hall, looking out through the skylight there.
The gloomy sky seemed a little dazzling at the moment.
The memory of the past seemed to be back in his mind, and all that Tikes told him, he had also experienced one by one. Because this city bears him, bears the past and memories of many people, and bears more glory and history.
Tuobian may be a thing of the past, but this city will not. It will live in everyone's heart forever.
And at the same time the lasting—
It is because of Salma’s words that the covenant that has been silent for a thousand years has regained its brilliance. Perhaps now it is only called the alliance of the Cape Bay and the Hazel, but it used to have a name, called it For the sacred oath.
Perhaps this name will be remembered again soon, and Father Demon believes that that day may not be too far away.
He sat down slowly and leaned on his seat. He didn't remember what he had ordered to the clerk, but this brief negotiation, which lasted only one night, finally came to an end. Both sides are leaving the arena, the scene is noisy, and from time to time nobles come to him to say goodbye to him, he can't remember the faces of those people.
The clerk kept the minutes of the meeting, and then both parties left Tuobian with a copy of them. Soon Hazel would join the refugees from all over Cape Bay and cross the Broken Sword Mountains to the south to find A real way out.
Demon closed his eyes and felt his tense nerves finally relax.
The Hazel people may be facing a life-or-death decision, but isn't it the case at Cape Bay? In these days, he has hardly been able to close his eyes overnight. He does not understand the fiasco of the Hazel people in the north. He only knows that they have lost all contact with the empire since the fall of the black moon.
Without the support of the empire, they could not resist the invasion of the Hazel.
What's more, in the past few months, the northern part of Cape Bay has been clouded with clouds. Throughout the day, you can clearly see the plumes of smoke rising into the sky in most areas north of Tuobian, and the night is full of flames. No one knows what is going on in the Bankel area and the imperial capital.
When he was meditating, he could always feel the sea of magic power boiling endlessly, and the power of the evening seemed to be getting stronger day by day. Some news from the north also reminded him of some secrets in the temple.
That army of crystals was obviously the minions of dusk.
But the scouts sent to the north would never come back as long as they passed the small leafy tree hills. The same was true for the small fleet. After losing a few frigates, Duke Tix gave up this plan.
And the sublime Inland Sea just entered the stormy period, and no one dared to enter the sea at this time in the peaceful age, let alone at the moment when the tide of magic is high.
Those who came back from the south said that the Rokozy Plateau has now become a new inland sea, and every road leading to Anzeruta has been safely cut off, unless the Broken Sword Mountain Range is crossed. However, the southern part of the Broken Sword Mountain Range is the sphere of influence of the Torquinian Lion Man. Since Anzeruta Fortress was captured by the Lion Man, no one knows what the situation in the Saint White Plain is like at this moment.
The road to go out was completely cut off, and Cape Cloak Bay became a solitary place hanging overseas.
And these days, the shadow of the north is obviously gradually moving south, and the imminent threat makes him have to choose to sit down and negotiate with the Hazel.
In this negotiation, he needed not only a guarantee that Tuobian and even Cape Bay could escape safely, but also the survival of the entire empire and the Temple of Flame.
Fortunately, for the first time, he was grateful that his enemy-or opponent, was a wise enough, clear-headed wise man.
He tried his best, then next, the future of Cloak Bay will be given to the goddess of fate.