Vol 3 Chapter 182

Act 182 The last moment

"curious?"

"A little aristocrat from the border, knowing the head wolf Esis, knowing Dallastair's space rune array, and bringing the gift of the dragon **** and the sword of the earth and mountains-

"The sword in your hand is the blue sky, right?" The old man's gray-green eyes looked at Brando with a wise smile.

Brando jumped in his heart.

"Can't the little aristocrat have these? It's prejudiced."

"Sometimes you have to admit that prejudice is also an experience," William laughed. "But it seems that these are your secrets, so I am abrupt. I suppose I apologize to you, you should not be Can't an old man like me get through? "

This playful remark made Brando helpless to smile, at least William's approachable attitude was several levels higher than those of the all-out Cruz, although he was theoretically more justified as a silver wizard wizard Look down on Black Iron People.

But compared to the wizard's humility and politeness, the Cruz envoys became a sad upstart.

"Well, in fact, I care more about this." The old man looked up at the majestic Shimen, and shook his head: "Behind this door will certainly not be the resting place of Lionheart Sword, everyone guessed wrong. "

He turned back, a strange look flashed in his gray-green eyes: "But if I guessed right, do you know what's behind this door?"

Brando did not believe that William was here because of curiosity, but he still said, "Master, what are the basic principles of magic?"

To William, this question was as simple as eating and drinking. He answered without thinking, "It's the exchange of mana and law."

"I heard that the logo of the Silver Alliance is a silver scale. I wonder if the wizard can tell me why?"

There was a flash of light in William's eyes: "Equivalent exchange, good guy, I see, what do you want?",

"Just do me a favor."

"I see. Do you want me to help you block that woman, right?" The old man looked back at the other side of the valley: "It's a bit troublesome, but it's not inconceivable."

Brando nodded. He didn't doubt why William could guess his thoughts. The wizard leader had not only wisdom in his long life course, but rich experience was enough to give him insight into the truth of many things.

The old man smiled: "It's really a difficult deal, but I think it's a good deal, so now you can tell me what's behind this door?"

"Valhalla," Brando replied.

William froze slightly: "You mean the remnant of the goddess word-of-mouth from the druids?"

Brando nodded, he was not worried that the legendary wizard leader would intervene in this matter, because in the minds of most people, Valhalla was a primitive tinder. Getting this kind of tinder can immediately make someone a lord, but the appeal of this point is for a standing power

It doesn't make much sense for the peak wizard.

Moreover, Buga is an alliance of floating city-states. Buga's artisan wizards have neither the concept nor the need for territory.

And in the camp of order, the great wizard and he are on the same line.

"It is said that there was a primitive tinder left by Martha in the south of Eruin. I have only heard a few rumors, but I did not expect to be in the center of the trade wind ring." William looked at the magnificent stone gate , Sighing: "Is it just behind this door?"

Brando nodded.

"It's amazing," the old man turned back. "But now I'm more curious. This is a legend recorded in the druids' essays. How did you know?"

Brando laughed without answering.

"I see. Is this a secret again?"

Brando nodded.

It was at this time that the Druids were waiting for the arrival of the last moment at the same time in the Green Tower withered parliament. Lightning and thunder outside the hall have been connected, and it seems that it is not rain but lightning that is frequent in the sky. Bunches of white lightning flashed across the rainy night, reflecting the face.

The humming wolf pack has entered the upper level of the Green Tower, and the battle is under way. The Centaur and the Tree Elf Guards lost the fair the night before, but they regained it at noon yesterday. The two sides stretched for dozens of hours between the vines and the branches.

Fighting, but the druids eventually retreated due to insufficient strength.

The wolves seemed to be endless.

The hourglass placed in the center of the hall was making its last flip. It took about four hours to flip, but for Druids, the four hours were about the longest four hours in their lives. They have one last chance, but the road to perdition seems to be clearly presented

In front of everyone.

A few high-level druids used thorny vines to *** the other areas to the city hall. However, once the city hall fell, the Green Tower left only the last area of ​​the Deadwood Council to defend.

Ordinary civilians fleeing from other areas are restlessly concentrated in the few remaining open spaces in the last area of ​​the city. Adults hold children, men comfort women, and the air is filled with suffocating tension and anxiety. Only the sound of rain was still rattling.

In the dead wood hall.

At first the druids were still buzzing in the hall, but after the young druid beside the elder creaked over the hourglass, the hall was strangely silent. Everyone seems to have finished talking or what should not be done for a while, so the discussion is interrupted.

"It's been a few hours, and if the young human being hasn't heard back yet, the flame of the Green Tower will go out," said a voice in the hall.

"He may be dead."

"I oppose. The light of Tinder is still there. That's Quinn's Tinder. I know it."

Everyone couldn't help but look behind the vast rainy night. In the darkness, there was only one beam of pale green light that penetrated the rain curtain and soared into the clouds.

"But the beam of light hasn't moved in a long time. Maybe they are in trouble. At that position, they can't reach the center of the Trade Wind Circle within a few hours even if they leave now."

The humming argument sounded again just because it resounded, and the anxiety in everyone's mind seemed to be ignited, and even the elder with a frown in his body frowned. But this time a voice came from outside the hall:

"Perhaps that young man is not dead yet, and may already be here."

Everyone turned back in surprise and saw a tall figure coming out of the rain curtain. He took the wet coat from the ***, exposed a rough face, and went to the great Druid Andrew who has not returned in the storm circle.

"Andrew, are you back?" Someone said in surprise. "We all thought you were back in the arms of the forest."

"I was behind the Wolf's Pass when the wolf disaster happened, so I escaped," Andrew replied. "When I realized that I was wrong, I became a raven in the forest, and found out that something had happened. I wasn't sure at the time, but now I can confirm that the young man did not lie

This time, the magic wave is extraordinary. "

"Yes," the elder nodded, and he looked at the latter. "But you stayed in the forest until now. Should you find something else?" Andrew's sudden appearance brought confidence to everyone, only in In this case, it is still not easy, they are eager to get from the latter

With more good news, they all focused on the tall Druid.

Andrew nodded: "I walked in the forest for a while to find out how big the woe is, but I don't need to repeat it here, and everyone sees it. I just met Quinill in the forest. Let me know something. "

"You met that young man?" Everyone was taken aback.

"No, I mean I met Quinnell and rescued several human nobles along the way, but I didn't meet that Lord Lord."

"What's the matter?" Someone asked immediately, "Aren't they together?"

"They seem to be in some trouble. The Lord Lord has left alone to the center of the Ring of Trade Winds."

"Alone alone?" The elder frowned. "Can you be sure he has reached the center of the Trade Wind Circle?"

"No, I can't," Andrew shrugged. "I'm here just to report, because your previous guesses were inaccurate. And there are a few Fenril descendants who have the ability to fly. If I don't come back, I'm afraid I will run into trouble. "

There was a silence in the hall.

"The descendants of the devil wolf ..." The elder's eyebrows twisted deeply.

"Hurry up and prepare for defense. If the flying monster wolf invades from above, the city hall's defense line will be dangerous." Someone immediately responded. But his order did not get a majority response, and everyone was more or less shaken at this moment.

The young man is missing, is it still meaningful to make a final struggle at this moment? It is better to let those young people who have the potential to become ravens to fly out, while there are not many Fenrir descendants who can fly now, how many can escape.

It was then that another voice came from outside the hall:

"I don't know if you are in a mood to meet the guests at this time?"

The guests?

What other guests are there at this time? Everyone was stunned. "If it's a guest, please come in." The elder said calmly, and said loudly outside.

Tulaman walked in and stepped in from the rain curtain, holding a silver staff surrounded by six runes, and looked at everyone with a smile. The scholar stood there calmly, as if the wolf disaster outside did not exist at all, or it was faintly felt that this person was totally out of step with the world.