After Tulaman walked in, everyone was silent.
"The wizard of Buga?"
"No, this time I am here on behalf of Eru." Tulaman replied.
"What do you mean?" The elder frowned and asked.
"As long as the Deadwood Council remains, it is only a matter of time before the Green Tower is rebuilt. The magic wave is only temporary, and a stable order should be established through long-term struggles and repeated failures."
"You want to help us?" someone asked.
Turlaman shook his head and said bluntly: "It's better to say that Eluin needs a solid line of defense in the south. If the druids of the trade wind ring are killed and wounded, the Black Forest is bound to spread to my homeland, Eluin Now I can't afford to lose the area south of Ampersel."
"So you want to stay and help us defend against the wolf disaster?"
"No, my ability is limited, I can only take you away," Turlaman smiled: "I have drawn the magic circle. It is in the hotel where the feet are falling-of course, it is in the room without the owner's permission. It seems impolite to set up a magic circle. I will apologize for this matter later, but now, what do you think of this proposal?"
Leave? Everyone was silent, and it immediately meant giving up the Green Tower. Although it was only a matter of time before the reconstruction was said to be a matter of time, the hard work for hundreds of years was still inseparable. After doing this, what kind of face did they like the arch druids meet? The heroic spirits of the ancestors, compared to them, died in this battle.
However, the wizard of the Silver Alliance was right. A temporary abandonment is not the same as a permanent abandonment, so there are still people's hearts.
"How many people can you take away?" the elder asked calmly.
"One hundred, no more." Tulaman replied.
Everyone took a breath of air, which was not only a sigh for the terrifying power of this great wizard, but also because it meant that besides these hundred people, everyone else might have to wait for their extinction. If everyone can go to death generously, there is nothing to say, but if some people can survive, it would be too cruel for others.
Everyone has a reason to live, so what qualifications do these remaining people have to choose who will enjoy this qualification
Needles dropped in the hall for a while.
In the end, someone made a final decision: "Let the young people leave. They are the hope for the future."
Although the druids sent away many old people and children from the beginning, many outstanding young people were left behind. This is to guarantee the remaining combat power of the Green Tower. Everyone knows that as long as the backbone of the elite Transferred away, the line of defense outside the city hall was riddled with holes like a leaky wall. But even so Tulaman said:
"Young people alone are not enough. They still need the guidance of experienced people. You don’t want them to repeat your past mistakes, do you? It’s better to have one or two elders in this team. Only then will the Green Tower be rebuilt the fastest. stand up."
The hall was silent again, and everyone turned their eyes to the great elder. But the elder said: "I remind you, don't forget that we have an agreement with the young lord from the human world."
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, but the Great Elder suddenly said something like this. Only Andrew looked at this crouched old man, who was much shorter by almost everyone present, with a little admiration. He straightened his chest slightly, as if he was a little proud of being infected by this sentence. A kind of lonely pride, because the words of the great elder represent the faith of the druids. Although staying alone in the black forest is not known to outsiders, it is only to keep the vows that were made thousands of years ago.
A true druid will never forget their vows.
When everyone, when the blood of gold is lost on the earth, when the people of silver languish, when the descendants of the four sages are degenerating and corrupting, the earth is plunged into war and pain today. Only the druids are always on the front line of defending order, because of their sacred covenant with Martha, they will never be lost.
"I'm also against it," said a crisp voice. Everyone turned their heads and saw the little girl standing in the crowd with her face tense and angrily-Fonia: "We made an appointment with Brother Brando. We must abide by this agreement. If we abandon this agreement today, then one day in the future we can also abandon everything we hold to."
The hall was silent for a while.
Tulaman patted his hands lightly: "Good point."
"Mr. Wizard, does this seem to be inconsistent with your position?" Andrew questioned.
"I stand on the position I think is correct," Turlaman smiled slightly: "But this doesn't prevent me from appreciating the correct position of others. Wrong is relative, but those who insist are worthy of respect in my opinion."
"But then again, how do you choose now?" He continued to ask.
"I will stay here." Fonia said for the first time, the expression on her face was not firm enough to look like a little girl.
"You might as well listen to other people's opinions first, little girl, you have to be cautious in major matters to meet your identity." Tulaman replied.
"you know me?"
"Hear some rumors." The scholar said bluntly.
"But I just stayed on behalf of myself." Fonia said with a frown.
"But little girl, because of your identity, your words will determine the fate of many people, do you understand?"
"That's too cunning!"
Turalman smiled slightly, but the elder elder had already stopped him from speaking: "Mr. Wizard, get back to business, Funia is still young, and maintaining innocence and natural kindness is not a bad thing."
Tulaman nodded: "So what's the answer the Grand Elder gave me?"
The old man crouched, looking a little hesitant. Fonia stood beside him, her lips pressed tightly, staring at Tulaman as if she was aiming at an enemy. She instinctively felt that this mysterious old man's intention was not good for her brother Brando. . If the druids give up their efforts, what about Brother Brando in the Black Forest
But Tulaman also blocked her words, making her unable to speak.
Most of the others also closed their mouths cautiously, looking at the Grand Elder and the few major druids around him with questioning eyes. Everyone's opinions are different, and even the individual's heart is vacillating. On the one hand, it is to give up the possibility of the future, and on the other hand, it is to give up the agreement with others. Observing the agreement is certainly valuable, but is it not pedantry to violate the original intention of guarding order for the sake of the agreement
"Master Martha, please show us how to do it at the moment—"
Many people couldn't help but flash through such thoughts.
At this time, a bright lightning pierced the night sky, reflecting everyone's face in white. At this moment, a trembling voice suddenly exclaimed: "The runestone has moved!"
At the same moment, everyone’s eyes focused on the center of the hall, where a huge magic circle was placed, and the center of the magic circle as the core runestone of the hub suddenly came into operation. Mysterious pattern. Then the whole magic circle burst into light.
The arch druids and high-level druids who had been prepared around the circle immediately began to inject mana:
"Storm in the sky, in the name of Dallas Tell, respond to our call!"
Tulaman was slightly startled when he saw this scene: "This is?"
The huge magic circle was already in operation, the cyan brilliance penetrated through the clouds and intersected with the coordinate points hundreds of miles away, and then a vague figure flashed across the magic circle, it could be seen that it was Brando. The college scholar from Silvercastle couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly, and then he couldn't help being even more surprised when he saw William next to Brando.
"Thank God, it seems that Lord Martha has not forgotten my little existence, this magic circle can actually be used—" Brando stood on the other side of the light and shadow, his voice was a little distorted, and he couldn't help it when he opened his mouth. Straight frown—what does it mean, "It seems that Master Martha hasn't forgotten my little existence, this magic circle can actually be used"? However, the following words immediately caused these druids to forget their little disrespect to Master Martha and their spells:
"Dear elders, I have good news for you. I have found the entrance of Valhalla. Next, I will ask you to tell that Feniya will send it over. Only the last step, victory is in sight."
A sigh of relief sounded in the hall immediately.
And Tulaman raised his eyebrows only when he heard Valhalla. He wanted to speak, but William, who was standing behind Brando, gave him a wink. The scholar smiled slightly and immediately shut his mouth. At this time, only the elder of all the people was able to remain calm. He took a breath and asked, "About how long will it take?"
"I don't know," Brando shook his head. "No one has tried it before, but it's not that easy to open this door."
Although this was expected, the druids still frowned.
"You only have four hours, young man." At this time Tulaman finally spoke. He looked at other people and asked, "In such a short period of time, you can make sure that you can overcome all difficulties from the wolf disaster. To save the city?"
"Brother Brando certainly can!"
Fonia stood up and said, Tulaman publicly questioned Brando, which made her intolerable.
But Tulaman didn't care what the little girl said, he just looked at Brando. The latter was stunned, only to find Tulaman standing in the crowd. He was taken aback and couldn't help blurting out: "Master Tulaman, why are you—?" Brando suddenly realized something was violent. Mouth, but Tulaman had already smiled slightly, showing a look that I already knew, and smiled: "It seems that you already know me, so the last time you made a little joke with me, I will not temporarily I care about you, how about you answer my question first?"
Brando raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, he knew that the other party could not really trouble him.