"curious?"
"A little nobleman from the border, knows the wolf Esis, knows the space rune formation of Dallas Tyre, and also brings the gift of the dragon god and the sword of the earth and mountains—"
"The long sword in your hand is the blue sky, isn't it?" The old man looked at Brando with gray-green eyes, with a wise smile.
Brando's heart jumped.
"Can't the little nobleman have these? This can be regarded as prejudice."
"Sometimes you have to admit that prejudice is also an experience," William said with a smile. "But it seems that these are your secrets, so I am abrupt. I want to assume that if I apologize to you, you should not agree with you. Can an old man like me make it through?"
This witty remark made Brando couldn't help but smile. At least, William's approachable attitude was several levels higher than those of the pretentious Cruz people, although in theory, as the leader of the Silver People wizard, he has more reasons. Look down on the people of dark iron.
But compared with the humility and politeness of wizards, the Cruze’s envoys have become sadly upstarts.
"Well, I actually care more about this." The old man raised his head and looked at the majestic stone gate. He shook his head: "Behind this gate, it will definitely not be the resting place of the Lionheart Sword. Everyone guessed wrong. "
He turned his head, a strange look flashed in his gray-green eyes: "But if I didn't guess wrong, do you know what's behind this door?"
Brando didn't believe that William came here because of curiosity, but he still said, "Master Wizard, what are the basic principles of magic?"
This question was as simple as eating and drinking water for William. He answered without thinking: "It is an exchange of mana and law."
"I heard that the logo of the Silver Alliance is a silver scale. I wonder if Master Wizard can tell me the reason?"
A bright light flashed in William's eyes: "Equivalent exchange, good boy, I see, what do you want?"
"Just do me a favor."
"I see, you want me to help you block the woman, right?" The old man turned his head and looked at the other side of the valley: "It's a bit troublesome, but it's not unthinkable."
Brando nodded. He didn't doubt why William could guess his thoughts. The wizard leader was not only wisdom in his long life, but his rich experience alone was enough to give him insight into the truth of many things.
The old man smiled: "It's really a difficult bargain, but I think it's a good deal, so now you can tell me what's behind this door, right?"
"Valhalla." Brando replied.
William was startled slightly: "You mean the ruins of the goddess that the druids passed on by word of mouth?"
Brando nodded, he was not worried that the legendary wizard leader would intervene in this matter, because in most people's minds, Valhalla meant a primitive fire. Obtaining this fire can immediately make people become a lord of one party, but the attraction of this point does not make much sense to a wizard standing on the pinnacle of power.
What's more, Buga is an alliance composed of floating city-states. The craftsmen and wizards of Buga have neither concept nor need for territory.
And in the camp of Order, the great wizard and him are on the same line.
"It is said that there is a primitive fire left by Martha in the south of Eruin. I have only heard a few rumors, but I didn't expect it to be in the center of the trade wind ring." William looked at the majestic stone gate. , Sighed: "Is it behind this door?"
Brando nodded.
"It's amazing," the old man turned back: "But now I am even more curious. This is the legend recorded in the druids' secret text. How did you know it?"
Brando smiled without answering.
"I see, is this a secret again?"
Brando nodded.
And it was at this time, the same carved in the Green Tower Withered Bark Council, the druids were waiting for the final moment to come. Outside the hall, the lightning and thunder have been connected together, so frequent that it seems that the sky is not rain but thunder and lightning. Clouds of white lightning passed through the rainy night, illuminating the human face.
The wailing wolves have entered the upper level of the Green Tower, and the battle is unfolding in the market area. The Centaur and the Tree Elf Guard lost the bazaar the night before, but they regained it at noon yesterday. The two sides fought a tug of war between the vines and branches for more than ten hours. But Germany Rui's side eventually retreated due to lack of troops.
The wolves seem to be endless.
The hourglass placed in the center of the hall is being turned over for the last time. It takes about four hours to turn at one time, but for the druids, these four hours are about the longest four hours of their lives. They still have one last chance, but the road to destruction seems to be clearly presented before everyone's eyes.
A few high-ranking druids used thorny vines to block the road from other areas to the city hall. However, once the city hall fell, the Green Tower was left with the final area of the Withered Wood Council to defend.
Ordinary civilians who had fled from other areas were anxiously concentrated in the few remaining open spaces in the last area of the city. Adults held their children, men comforted women, and the air was filled with suffocating tension and anxiety. , Only the sound of rain is still rustling.
In the deadwood hall.
At first the druids in the hall were still buzzing and talking, but when the young druids beside the elder creaked the hourglass, the hall quieted strangely. Everyone seems to have finished what they want to say, or how to continue for a while, the discussion just stopped.
"In a few hours, if the human young man does not return news, the fire in the Green Tower will be extinguished." A voice in the hall said.
"He may be dead."
"I object, the light of the fire is still there. It is Quinier's fire, I know."
Everyone couldn't help looking behind the vast rainy night. In the darkness, there was only a light green beam of light that penetrated the rain curtain and rose straight into the clouds.
"But the beam of light hasn't moved for a long time. Maybe they are in trouble. In that position, even if they leave now, they won't be able to reach the center of the trade wind ring within a few hours."
The humming discussion just sounded again and it was calmed down because of this sentence, everyone's anxiety seemed to be aroused, and even the squatting elder frowned. But at this time a voice came from outside the hall:
"Perhaps the young man is not dead yet, and may have already arrived."
Everyone turned their heads in surprise and saw a tall figure coming out from the rain curtain. He took off his drenched tunics and revealed a rough face. He was actually the Archdruid Andrew who had gone to the storm circle and had not returned.
"Andrew, are you back?" Someone said in surprise: "We all thought you had returned to the embrace of the forest."
"When the wolf disaster happened, I was behind the wolf pass, so I escaped," Andrew replied: "When I realized that it was wrong, I turned into a raven and patrolled the forest for a while, only to realize that something big had happened. I wasn't sure at the time, but now I can confirm that the young man didn't lie, this time the demonic wave is extraordinary."
"Yes," the elder nodded, and he looked at the latter: "But you stayed in the forest until now. You should have found something else?" Andrew's sudden appearance brought confidence to everyone, just Under such a situation, it is still not easy, they are eager to get more good news from the latter, so they all focus on the tall druid.
Andrew nodded: "I walked in the forest for a while to find out how large the wolf disaster is, but I don't think I need to repeat it, everyone has seen it. It's just that I met Quinel in the forest. , Let me know something."
"Did you meet that young man?" Everyone was taken aback.
"No, I mean I met Quinier and saved a few human nobles along the way, but I didn't meet the Lord Lord."
"What's going on?" Someone immediately asked: "Aren't they together?"
"They seem to be in a bit of trouble. The lord has left alone to go to the center of the trade wind ring."
"Alone?" The elder frowned: "Then can you be sure that he has reached the center of the trade wind ring?"
"No, I can't," Andrew shrugged: "I came here just to report, because your previous guesses were inaccurate. And there have been a few Fenrir descendants with flying ability. If you don't come back, I'm afraid I will be in trouble."
There was silence in the hall.
"The descendant of the demon wolf..." The elder's eyebrows were twisted deeply.
"You have to prepare for defense quickly. If the flying monster wolf invades from the sky, the defense line of the city hall will be dangerous." Someone reacted immediately. But his order did not get a response from most people, and everyone was more or less shaken at this moment.
The young man is missing. Does it make sense to make the last struggle at this moment? It is better to let those potential young people turn into ravens and fly out, taking advantage of the fact that there are not many Fenrir descendants who can fly now, how many can escape.
At this time, another voice came from outside the hall:
"I wonder if you are still in the mood to meet the guests at this time?"
guest
What guests are there at this time? Everyone was taken aback. "If it's a guest, please come in." The elder held his breath and said loudly to the outside.
Turlaman walked in after separating the rain screen, holding a silver staff surrounded by six runes in one hand, and looked at everyone with a smile. This scholar stood there calmly, as if the wolf disaster outside didn't exist at all, or it made people feel that this person was simply incompatible with this world.