Dang, Dang, Dang, the rapid bells rang in the Lion Palace, and the monks of the temple swarmed out, stepped barefoot on the white marble, and came to the Iron Heart Square, the city of lions. Above, the clouds gathered, and the billowing dark clouds were pressing down from the sky.
The Great Demon Tide was as expected by Brando. From the Ten Cities to the Sea of Glitter, from the mechanical realm of the Hazel people to the Crawling Cloud Mountains in the far east, the surge of the magic tide shocked everyone.
Everyone stopped the business at hand, looked up in surprise, a faint cyan color, which was crossing the dark sky, shining like the dawn, and piercing the clouds like a curved arc, crossing half of it. The sky pierced the sky above the head.
The astrologers of Vaughan were panicked at this moment, the sea of magic power was roaring violently, and every saint who hid in the prayer room prayed to his gods could not calm the turmoil in his heart.
Dark clouds obscured the light of the stars and moon, and darkness crossed mountains, plains, shining lakes, and undulating forests. From west to east, the pillars of order in each temple on the vast earth of Vaughan lit up in turn.
Martha’s Law of Tiamat warns everyone, heralding the coming of an age of chaos.
Above the Iron Heart Square, the noble bishops looked up at the dramatic changes in the sky, with unspeakable expressions on their faces. Some people are whispering, but more people have begun to turn around.
"Go to the lofty hall, light the crystal of order, and announce to the other temples—"
A loud voice passed through the square, and the first ray of rain fell from the sky. In a blink of an eye, the temperature had dropped suddenly. Everyone turned their heads, behind them, the bells in the city were ringing.
And across the ocean, the Bugans floated in the sky and dozens of cities were flying slowly over the clouds. In the darkness, lightning occasionally shines on the silver spires of the tall towers.
In Ornath, the astrologers walked out of their white towers one by one. The archmages who wore white robes and held long scrolls could still feel the changes in the world order even if they could not see them.
Tiamat's huge circle is changing course.
The whole world made a bang.
In the distant sky, deep in the sea of clouds, lightning occasionally dropped, like a winding flame, lighting up the dark sea. The pale electric light passed through the pavilion window with a strong exotic style, and the shadow of the craft pattern was reflected on the thin and long cheeks. William was holding the wizard's chess piece, as if he was meditating, his face was pale.
He sits on the throne of the Twelve Dharma Kings. The throne behind him is like an elongated shadow. The spire and backrest symbolizing the supreme knowledge extend infinitely towards the vault in such an environment, full of mysterious majesty.
The old mage was motionless, like a statue. He stared deeply at the arched hall towering like a sky under the handrail. The depths of his eyes were like a sea of magic power that was restless at this moment, bred with endless mist. The great mage in silver robes passed through the empty corridor one after another, through the heavy curtain hanging from the arch beam, through the hall, and came under the gaze of three hundred and twenty eyes.
They raised their heads, and above them, the members of the Silver Alliance frowned.
There was no whispering, no whispering, an ominous breath filled the air.
"Citizens of Buja, great wizards, salute knowledge and salute truth!"
A voice in the hall vibrated, echoed repeatedly, but roared again. The mage in a white robe held a sheepskin scroll and raised his head like a lion to question everyone:
"Today, who foresaw all this and concealed the truth?"
"We demand an answer."
"Is this a sign of the coming of'destruction and rebirth' above the prophecy, or is the sea of magic power showing its anger for decades? Tiamat's margins have long been unable to suppress the ever-increasing and violent power. Every subtle sign on the 1,400 nodes is aware of the arrival of drastic changes!"
"But where is our elders? The elders are still drowsy, where's the Eye of the Reveler? Where are the scepters of the ten realms?"
The mage waved his fist vigorously, like a challenge: "Since the Battle of the Saints, the Bougainians of the Silver People’s response has been slow day by day, like those proud reptiles, this alliance is changing. It's so old, and only a new spirit can make it refreshed again!"
"The change is coming. Are we going to miss this opportunity again? The silver elves have already appeared. According to that ancient language, we should also ask for self-cleansing and renewal!"
"I request-"
"Start the arbitration process!" shouted more voices, and there was a buzzing in the hall.
The distorted face seemed to be deformed by excessive anger. The silver-haired shawl and the kind-eyed old man withdrew his gaze from the overly exaggerated face below. He glanced at the congressmen who looked at each other and couldn't help but uninterestingly take the queen in his hand. Throw it on the chessboard.
With a sound, the chessboard seemed to come alive, and the black and white interlaced grids turned into a quagmire, trapping William's bishop in it and slowly devouring it.
"Those guys are really getting worse and worse, Isaac's disciples and grandchildren." The old man's face was full of boring disdain, but if he didn't speak, he didn't sit on the throne of the twelve kings, and don't wear it. A distinctive purple robe with lightning marks, who could have guessed that such an old mage who looked nothing more than a human elder would be Solomon the King of Knowledge, the head of the twelve wizard leaders of the Silver School.
In his most glorious years, his voice was truth, his actions were laws, and he was the ultimate symbol of power and knowledge above the earth. Mortals think he has become a god, but he is still Solomon, the people of silver, the most powerful person on the pillar of Buja.
And during his lifetime, Solomon only considered himself a wizard.
"Speaking better than singing, isn't that guy's usual style, haha. Let them make trouble, the Frost faction wants to influence the world's progress more. Well said,'The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility.' 'Greater', isn't this their usual slogan?" William had a smile on his face, and the chess pieces in his hand were erratic: "Of course, they were not wrong in what they said. This is their responsibility. Leave it to them. It’s just for the juniors—"
The old mage knocked the chess pieces in his hand on the table, and the chessboard and the chess pieces suddenly turned into a pool of silver liquid. The liquid shook on the table, as if afraid of William, shivered, and quickly flowed down from the table. On the ground, escaped into the darkness.
The old man raised his long eyebrows and laughed: "But the silver elves are not vegetarian, we just have to take care of our own affairs."
But his brows frowned with these words, and they were twisted together, and a coldness appeared in his old and wise eyes; he pursed his mouth, and added solemnly: "But the enemy and the friend must be distinguished, if Some speculators think that if they can take the opportunity to hold the Senate, they will get what they deserve. The alliance of Netas was established by wizards on the book of knowledge with their hands. Knowledge and power have never been separated. One aspect is to maintain order, but in the final analysis it is still the sanctions imposed on the majority by the minority, and no one can question its authority based on the constitution of the Silver Alliance."
The old man in the silver-haired shawl was indifferent to these words. He frowned and stared at the few chess pieces left on the table—the lightning outside the window was leaping on the clouds, and his face was illuminated two or three times, as well as the fine details on his forehead. Wrinkles-Finally, Solomon raised his white eyebrows, raised his head, and said angrily: "No, you should lose this game, William."
"No, how come!" William raised his eyebrows innocently, denying as if he were a child, "I still have an outside trick."
Solomon stared at his old man with false eyes.
"Come on, old friend, look. Chess is just a way for mortals to pass time. We have wasted too much time on it. You and I are over the age of arguing about the outcome, everything is the same. Ordered and chaotic, but in the end, in some ways, the guys who are all in one are not wrong, but they don’t understand that everything has its meaning and the course of the world is established. Yes, any changes made by artificial hands to people will break the original balance. There is nothing wrong or right. Everything is going to happen." The old mage hurriedly laughed and broke the topic.
"Humph," Solomon saw his old friend showing weakness, and stopped entangled in this topic: "But thanks to you and Tulaman, we discovered the abnormal movement of the sea of magic in the ring of trade winds in time, otherwise this time I really want to Grab the handle for those guys. Although the elders will not be shaken, it is unavoidable. Tiamat's law is also imperfect. Mortals count on Martha, and we can't help but count on ourselves."
But he raised his head again and asked, "But what I really want to ask is, what is the plan of the Mithril Fortress now?"
"Turaman?" A young man suddenly appeared in William's mind: "He is still in Eruin. You know that human emotion is a wonderful thing, homeland, country, family and friendship, Tula Man’s life in the mortal world has changed him more or less, and he probably intends to take advantage of that small country."
While he was talking, William turned around, just as a thunder and lightning fell, and the light of lightning was reflected in his eyes.
"It's not good to say it too easily, old man. Even the people of silver have emotions, but they are not that exposed." Solomon crossed his hands and replied, "But your motives shouldn't be that simple, except Azure. Apart from the gun, did you find something else?"
"It's not a discovery. Discovery is a very serious word. It should be said that I met an interesting little guy by chance and reminded me of an old person. Ah-you are right, the people of silver also have feelings." William smiled slightly: "I met that deceased when I passed Eruin in the early years, but it's a pity that human life is too short."
"Yes, whether you have a lion-like ambition or a firm and enduring belief like a white oak tree, it will eventually be forgotten in the human world over time. Only the law is different, because What depends on feelings is fragile, only truth remains the same." Solomon replied calmly, but with the pride of the people of silver.
"Somewhat in line with your style, but we also have to be influenced by our feelings, just like I asked you to do this. During the time I am away, it is best not to let the radicals win too much support, I doubt There will be a war, but neither the Buga nor the silver elves are ready yet."
Solomon did not answer, but put away the chess pieces on the table, even if William straightened up beside him.
In the violent storm, lightning and thunder outside the window, William straightened his hand, and the staff immediately flew from the corner of the wall and fell firmly into his hand.
Solomon then asked: "I haven't asked yet, where do you plan to go, but at this time?"
The old mage pulled up his hat, and the shadow of the wizard hat covered his face, revealing only the long silver beard underneath: "I feel that a certain monitoring node has shifted a bit. If my guess is correct, maybe it will be a little fun. Thing."
"Ah, that's it."
Solomon raised an eyebrow.
The following speech is proceeding to the most intense moment, but it is a pity that the people who listened to it were absent-minded.
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Black clouds filled the sky, and it was already raining heavily from Gray Bay to the Rochelle Avenue. Fortunately, the Rochelle people had already taken this into consideration when they established the city, and established perfect drainage facilities on both sides of the avenue. . After the midsummer of each year, rain clouds come from the sea of eternal death. They are blocked by the Chuiyun Mountain Range and gather into rainwater, which slowly descends. But this year the rain was particularly abundant. The mountain torrents had already destroyed many bridges, and a group of knights rushed out of the rain curtain and marched hard on the muddy trails in the mountains.
In the heavy rain, people and horses are all dressed in sky blue shirts. The emblem on the battle robe is the hydra pattern behind the wind, and the knights are mostly wearing elf-style battle armor. The pointed ears and the light blue long hair under the pointed helmet also prove their identity.
"Master Marquis, just ahead." A loud voice shouted, but it was almost overwhelmed by the sound of rain.
"Do you guys see exactly what it is?" The only tall elf in the team turned around on horseback, the elf chain rustling, but he didn't care about these details, only serious The tone asked; the armor style on his body was extremely delicate, and the light cyan magic seemed to flow in the texture of the armor surface, preventing the rain from entering the slightest.
The tall elf turned his head and looked at his entourage. His face was solemn, but he was very handsome, and his sky-blue eyes contained anxiety and anxiety.
"A ball of fire, my lord, that's Sarah's tears."
The knights stood in the rain, looking at each other. They didn't know what the adult from the central province was worried about. Isn't it a meteorite? The mortals on the ground think that meteorites and meteors are the tears of the dragon in the sky, and only a few witches think that they are unclear signs.
However, most of the crystallized meteorites come from the sea of magic power. The burning meteorites pass through the forest and sometimes cause wildfires. However, the meteorite itself contains a large number of magic crystals, which is a huge wealth. It's hot.
However, the tall elves did not answer. Everyone paid attention to these minor details, but few people noticed that since the years of blooming and summer leaves, the number of tears of Sarah has actually increased.
In Rochelle alone, there were more than thirty sightings.
He remembered the data displayed on the dossier. Those numbers were meaningless in the eyes of an ordinary person, but to a person like him, they looked like a sharp blade inserted on a map, shining awe-inspiring. Cold light.
Tiamat's laws are weakening.
But how is this possible.
The Marquis of Steffen turned his head and stared at the turbulent magical tide on the horizon. The blue sky light was like an arc reflected in his eyelids, but the light seemed a little deep. The knights around him didn't know his true identity at all. Those country folks only thought that aristocrats from the central identity like him were greedy for life and fear of death, but they didn't know that he was a nightsong knight in the Temple of the Queen of Wind. It was really ridiculous.
The border of St. Osor has become more and more unstable. Unfortunately, most of the nobles in the Elf Court still stubbornly believe that it is just a disturbance from the undead, but Madalana has the energy to provoke two wars at the same time.
He has a faint feeling that things are not that simple.
The seven-month report clearly indicated that the number of monsters on the border is increasing. To be precise, they are reproducing at an alarming rate. Lords from all over the world reported dozens of attacks, but they were deliberately concealed by the guys underneath them.
These tricks can be concealed from the Elf Court, but not from the secret knight of the temple. The priests mentioned more than once that the Great Demon Tide may be just a sign, and he, like the King of Summer, Shagriffin, doubted another possibility.
"I hope that Fa Enzan can get good news back. The Temple of Flame is really getting more and more degenerate, and it is sinking in a small Eruin quagmire."
Stoffen silently hid these thoughts in his heart. He glanced at his temporary entourage with a look of disapproval on his face, turned around and drew his sword, the blade of the sword glowed brilliantly in the rain: " Watch out for the ghosts in the forest, and we move on."
The knights agreed in unison, turning their heads forward.
But only the Marquis of Steffen always had a shadow in his heart. He looked up at the front, the black hole forest was like a huge mouth that swallowed everything.
In the heavy rain, he fought a cold war.