The great changes that occurred in the ring of trade winds that afternoon shook the entire Green Tower.
But drastic changes are not necessarily a good thing—
The druid’s council became tense almost overnight, and this small town became undercurrents. That day and night, mysterious guests from the Cruz Empire mission visited Eruin and the Temple of Flame. The hotel where the people settled—and in private, some rumored gossip began to circulate around.
A piece of news pointed out that the large-scale magical reaction that occurred in Chablis years ago should at least come from the awakening sign of a holy sword that existed in the myth. One said it was Eke’s lion heart sword. The Luin people have mastered how to enter the ring of trade winds and seize the holy sword.
But there is also news that the secret lies with a young Eruin who had a serious conflict with the Cruz Empire in the afternoon and was finally rescued by the druids.
The second news aroused the interest of snoopers. The powerful Cruz Empire actually suffered a dark loss in the hands of the Druid because of an Eluin. The subtext between this is enough to trigger any good deed's conjecture.
At the same time, a Lionmane mercenary group from the Barbarian Mountains learned the news that in a myth circulating in their hometown, the sword of the earth that the Lionmane Empire and the dwarves competed together reappeared in the world. He was witnessed and fell into the hands of a young man.
Another claim claims that the Cruz Empire had such a conflict with the young man in order to seize the sword of the earth.
More news spread rapidly among the bars, and there were even absurd lies claiming that Eruin had taken refuge in the power of the temple. In short, all kinds of rumors spread like wings, true and false. , May not be believed by everyone.
But sometimes a conspiracy does not require you to truly believe, because people are always willing to consciously pass on the news of those gods and gods.
But overnight, the Green Tower became filled with an aura of eagerness due to the tremendous changes in the trade wind ring.
Brando didn't know that everything around him was quietly changing, because he had left the town area of the Green Tower as soon as the trade winds changed, and entered under the accompaniment of two archdruids. The Deadwood Council.
The Witherbark Council has obtained the exact information at this moment—
The ring of trade winds has undergone drastic changes, and a passage with a width of tens of kilometers has been opened on the periphery of the cloud wall, which seems to open the door to travelers outside the druid for the first time.
But as for what changes are taking place in the middle of the mountains, no one knows. Since the clouds and mists receded, the depths of the Kalanga Mountains had become a very dangerous area, and the activities of monsters in the mist had become more frequent.
In fact, up to now, the druids have lost several observation points.
The front line is routing.
The situation seemed to become tense.
At least hundreds of elder-level druids gathered on the square where the goddess Niya was enshrined, and the branches far and near were filled with members of the outer ring who turned into gray crows, and the Deadwood Council was filled with mountains up and down. The tension of rain is coming and the wind is all over the building.
Make every effort.
Brando raised his head and glanced at the sky that had turned dark red after the evening of the Green Tower. Countless ravens were flying high around six ancient trees, densely densely covering almost half of the sky.
From this direction, more druids are wearing cloaks of grass and climbing up the vine path between the ancient trees. They almost form a sprawling green dragon.
Yes-
Thousands of druids are coming from similar settlements in the Black Forest near the Green Tower. Naturally, they have given everyone a warning. Then there is war.
Success or failure seems to be in one fell swoop.
Hundreds of years later, the druids of Tonigel's southern border came out for the first time.
"Everyone!"
"Monsters seem to be coming out of the nest," a druid elder's voice was as loud as lightning and thunder in a storm, he was reporting loudly: "Our brothers and sisters at the front can't stop their attacks and are shrinking the line of defense. ."
"I saw from the sky, the monsters in the forest were like a black ocean, and the black margins slid down along the woodland. They had flooded the surrounding area of thorns, the wall of roses, and the ring of storms." Another druid flew down from the tree, transformed from a gray crow into a human form, and said loudly.
"We immediately counterattack!"
"These monsters must be stopped!"
"They will destroy all the frontier observation stations, and our hundreds of years of efforts in the Black Forest will be destroyed!" Such a roar sounded among the druids.
The great elder knocked on the ground with a wooden stick, and the crisp sound of collision calmed the somewhat chaotic scene:
"How many monsters are there?" the old man asked.
"Countless." The druid replied at the beginning.
countless.
Brando stood behind the tall druid behind the elder, and for a while, no one noticed his presence as an outsider. At this moment, he retracted his gaze from the blood-red evening sky, and then looked down. Stars below the Green Tower lit up the illuminated town area.
The town area in midair seemed so far away from the Withered Wood Council, leaving only a bright flame. Of course he didn't know what was going on there, but the druid's answer caused a trace of his memory.
countless.
Brando raised his eyelids slightly and saw a leaf falling from the top of his head. He stretched out his hand to catch the leaf, then turned his palm, watching the leaf slowly drifting into the night.
Floating into the bottom like an endless black abyss.
"Lord Lord," Seeing the young lord's actions, the Archdruid Grey Crow couldn't help being a little dissatisfied with his absent-mindedness: "What do you think of the current changes in the trade wind ring?"
"Can you ask me something?" Brando raised his head and looked at each other.
At this time, the elder also happened to hear the conversation between the two of them. He thought about it for a moment, took a step back with his cane in one hand, and then slightly nodded to Brando: "Please—"
The scene fell silent, as if someone only noticed a human being present at this time.
"Who is that young man?"
"It seems to be a guest of the council."
"But he is just a human being."
"It seems to be a relative of Master Fonia."
"So that's it." There was a whisper among the druids.
But what is he doing here
Brando did not refuse to give the elder gesture. On the contrary, he took a step forward, looked up at the Druid elder who had been reporting, and asked, "Where did the monster come from?"
The elder druid was taken aback for a moment: "In the mist."
"Continuous?"
"Continuously."
"Can't count?"
"Unable to count." The other party was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Brando asked such a question.
"Magic Tide." Brando replied with certainty, the memory seemed to overlap, and the two time and space experiences merged into one here:
"As the moon rises, the first wave of monsters will last for seven long nights. Withered flowers|buds means the withering of life. The wolf howls and rushes under the moon, as if it heralds disaster. Therefore, the first disaster of civilization is The scourge of wolves."
"This is the wolf disaster." Brando replied: "The monster you see is a black wolf."
Wolf disaster.
The druids changed their faces, and there was a lot of discussion. The disaster of the wolf is the disaster that brought turmoil to the world in the prophecy, but how could it have something to do with the change of the trade wind ring
"The alteration of the trade wind ring was originally related to the Great Demon Tide. The wolf disaster is just the beginning, but the beginning is just as deadly. The demon wave will soon pass over here and sweep the entire trade wind ring."
"Then they will lie dormant until the Great Demon Tide really comes, and they will come again and bring destruction to the world."
Brando said this, and his thoughts seemed to have returned to the turbulent era in the game-the great demon wave brought a turbulent beginning, the ancient empire was crumbling, and the fire of civilization was fading like a candle in the wind.
This is the core of the second chapter, war and chaos.
However, star-like heroes emerged in Warnd, igniting dots of flames all over the earth, and he seemed to see a banner struggling forward in the flames-the Valkyrie Freya, the Duke of Aranga, the Wolf Wald, Kenan, King of Rage, heroes of different nationalities have appeared one after another in different eras, and they lead the players and their people to break through the darkness.
However, the long sword ploughed the blood-soaked land, the flames burned out the pale thorns, and the bloody battles were like a trace of warmth in the chest, but the remaining warmth still left civilization standing.
Brando felt the glory of the past, which was exactly the wolf disaster that happened in the year of twilight roaring.
And this is the wolf disaster that occurred at the beginning of the Year of the Sword. Creatures crawling in the shadows will soon be swept away from the Black Forest, destroying all order wherever they go.
Brando hadn't experienced this war in the first place, but he knew someone had experienced it, and he felt the same way.
Then the young lord turned his head and spoke calmly: "Their direction?"
no one knows.
But after silence, a gray crow fell from the sky. He fell in the center of the square and turned into a young druid. The young druid glanced at everyone and said with a serious expression:
"The tide of monsters swept across the wall of roses, changed direction and came towards the Green Tower."
His voice echoed in the square.
The druids fell silent.
This time everyone realized the seriousness of the problem.
"Is there any way?" the elder asked.
"Ensure that the fire of the Green Tower cannot be extinguished, and that as many fires as possible exist," Brando replied: "Besides, I want to enter the center of the trade wind ring once."
"At this time?" Gray Crow glanced at him.
"Seven long nights, you will face the darkest side of the power of Chaos. The sun will no longer rise, it is for the eternal night." Brando asked: "Does the Green Tower insist on that time?"
"This is the only way to light Valhalla's holy flame." He continued to answer.
Valhalla.
The druids choked slightly.
"Can it work?" The Great Elder looked at him and asked.
"I need someone to help." Brando replied.
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