Vol 4 Chapter 93

Dang, Dang, Dang, the rapid bells rang out in the Lion Palace, the monks of the temple swarmed out, barefoot on the white marble, came to the heart of the iron square, this male lion city Above, clouds converge, and rolling clouds are squeezing from the sky.

Indeed, as Brando expected, from the Ten Cities to the Sea of ​​Glitter, from the mechanical realm of the Hazel people to the Tingyun Mountain Range in the extreme east, the surge of magic tides has shocked everyone.

Everyone stopped the business at hand, looked up in surprise, and a dim and indistinct blue was crossing the dark sky, shining like the dawn, and piercing the clouds like a curved arc, over half The sky stabbed into the sky above.

The entire Astrologer of Warnd was panicking at this moment, the sea of ​​magic was roaring violently, and each saint who was hiding in the prayer room and praying prayerfully to his own deity could hardly calm the inner turmoil.

Dark clouds blocked the light of the stars and moons, and darkness passed over mountains, plains, shining lakes, and rolling forests. From west to east, the pillars of order in each of the temples on the vast land of Warnd lit up in turn.

Martha's tiamat rule warns everyone, heralding the age of chaos.

Above the Heart of Steel square, the noble bishops looked up at the dramatic changes in the sky, with expressions beyond expression. Someone is whispering, but more people are already turning around.

"Go to the sublime hall, light the crystal of order, and give notice to other temples-"

A loud voice passed through the square, and the first raindrops floated down from the sky. In a blink of an eye, the temperature had suddenly dropped. Everyone looked back. Behind them, the bells of the city were ringing.

And across the ocean, Bugatians float in the sky and dozens of cities are slowly flying above the clouds. In the darkness, lightning occasionally illuminated the silver spires of the towers.

At Onais, the astrologers stepped out of their white tower in turn. Even those who are in white robes and holding long scrolls can still feel the change of world order, even if they can't see it.

Tiamat's giant team is derailing.

The whole world is booming.

In the distant sky, deep in the sea of ​​clouds, lightning occasionally hangs down, like a winding flame, lighting up the dark sea. The pale electric light passed through the attic window with a strong exotic style. The shadow of the craft pattern was reflected on the thin and long cheeks, and William held the wizard's chess piece as if to meditate, his face pale.

He sits on the throne of the Twelve Pharaohs. The throne behind him is like a stretched shadow, symbolizing the apex of the supreme knowledge and extending infinitely toward the vault in this environment. Full of mysterious majesty.

The old mage was motionless, like a statue, and his deep eyes stared at the arch-like hall below the parapet. The depth of his eyes was like the sea of ​​restless magic at this moment, which contained an endless mist. Wearing silver robes, the teacher successively passed through the empty corridor, through the thick curtain hanging from the arch beam, through the hall, and came under the attention of 320 eyes.

They looked up, above their heads. The members of the Silver Alliance frowned when they became drowsy in the past.

There was no whispering, no whispering, and an ominous breath permeated the air.

"Citizens of Buga, great wizards, pay tribute to knowledge, pay tribute to truth!"

A voice rang in the hall, echoed repeatedly, but roared again. The mage in a white robe held a sheepskin volume. He raised his head like a lion and questioned everyone:

"Today. Who foresaw all this and concealed the truth?"

"We asked for an answer."

"Whether this is the sign of the 'destruction and rebirth' coming on top of the prophecy. Or is the sea of ​​magic showing its anger for decades? Tiamat's margins have long been unable to suppress the increasing force of rage, file scholars and the Silver Candle Society The upheaval was noticed at every slight sign on the fourteen hundred nodes! "

"But what about our elders? The elders are still drowsy. What about the eyes of the apocalypse? What about the ten scepters?"

The mage wielded his fist forcefully, like a challenge: "Since the Battle of the Holy One, the Bugatians of the Silver People have been slow to respond day after day, like those proud reptiles. This alliance is changing. You have to be old-fashioned, only a new spirit can bring it back to life! "

"Change is approaching, should we miss the opportunity again? The silver elves are now alive, and according to that old language, we should also ask for self-cleansing and refreshing!"

"I request--"

"Start the arbitration process-!" More voices shouted, and the hall buzzed.

The distorted face seemed to be deformed because of excessive anger. The silver-haired shawl and kind-hearted old man took his eyes off the overly exaggerated face below. He glanced at the embarrassing MPs and couldn't help turning the queen in his hand boringly. Throw it on the chessboard.

When it sounded, the chessboard seemed to come alive, and the black and white staggered grids turned into a quagmire, sinking Bishop William into it and slowly devouring it.

"These guys are 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 wouldn't sit on the throne of these twelve lords, don't wear this A characteristic purple robe with a lightning mark, who would have guessed that such an old mage who looked nothing but a human old man would be the King of Knowledge Solomon, the head of the twelve wizarding leaders of the silver school.

In his most glorious era, his voice was truth, his actions were rules, and he was the ultimate symbol of power and knowledge above the earth. Mortals think he is already a god, but he is still the highest power on Solomon's, the silver people, and the pillars of Buga.

And during his lifetime, Solomon only considered himself a wizard.

"It's better to say than to sing. Isn't that guy's usual style, haha. Let them go, Frost wants to influence the process of the world more, well said, 'The greater the ability, the responsibility Bigger ', isn't this their usual slogan? "William with a smile on his face, the chess pieces in his hands moved indefinitely:" Of course, they didn't make any mistakes. This is their responsibility. Let them, Just help the junior— "

The **** in the old mage's hand knocked on the table, and the chessboard and pawns suddenly turned into a pool of silver liquid. The ball of liquid swayed on the table, as if afraid of William, and he took a moment to quickly flow down from the table to the ground and escape into the darkness.

The old man raised his long eyebrows and laughed, "But the silver elves are not vegetarian, we just need to take care of our own affairs."

But his eyebrows frowned with the words, and twisted together. There was a bit of coldness in the old and wise eyes; he pursed his lips and added seriously: "But the enemy and his friends must distinguish, if some speculators think that they can take the opportunity to hold the Presbyterian Church, they will get a response. What was gained. The alliance of Naitas was established by the wizards with their hands on the book of knowledge. Knowledge and power have never been separated. On the one hand, the law is to maintain order. But in the final analysis, it is the sanctions of the minority against the majority. Above the constitution of the Silver Alliance, no one can question its authority. "

The old man with a silver shawl was indifferent to this remark. He frowned and stared at the few chess pieces on the table—the lightning bounced out of the window on the clouds, two or three times his face and the forehead were fine. Wrinkles—Finally, Solomon raised his white eyebrow, raised his head, and said angrily, "No. You should lose this game, William."

"No, why!" William raised his eyebrows innocently, denying as if he were a child: "I still haven't done anything outside."

Solomon stared blankly at his old man.

"Come on, old friend, you see, playing chess is just a way for mortals to pass the time, we have wasted too much time on it. You and I have passed the age of arguing, everything is everything Orderly and chaotic. But in the end it is one. In some ways, those guys who return to all things are not wrong. They just don't understand that everything has its meaning, and the world's progress is established. Yes, any change of artificial hands to people will break the original balance. There is nothing wrong or right. Everything is allowed to happen. "The old mage hurriedly laughed and opened the topic.

"Huh," Solomon saw his old friend show weakness, and no longer entangled in this topic: "But thanks to you and Tulaman, the sea of ​​magic in the ring of trade winds was found in time, otherwise this time really Give those guys a handle. Although the Presbyterian Church will not be shaken, it will inevitably be embarrassing--the tiamat rule also has imperfections. Mortals depend on Martha, and we cannot help but count on ourselves. "

But he looked up again and asked, "But what I really want to ask is, what is the plan of the Mithril Fortress now?"

"Tulaman?" 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, affection and friendship, Tula Man's life in the mortal world has changed him more or less. He probably intends to pull that little country. "

As William said, turning around, a thunderbolt fell, and the flash of lightning flashed in his eyes.

"It's too easy to say, old man. Even the silver people have emotions, but they are not so exposed." Solomon crossed his hands and replied, "But your motivation should not be so simple, except for Azure. Was there something else found out of the gun? "

"It's not discovery, discovery is a very serious word. It should be said that by chance I met an interesting little guy, reminding me of an old man, ah-you're right, the silver people also have feelings. William smiled slightly. "I met the old man when I passed Eruin in the early years. Unfortunately, human life is too short."

"Yeah, whether it ’s a lion-like ambition or a firm, long-lasting faith like a white oak tree, but in the human world it will eventually be forgotten with the passing of time. Only the rules are different, because What relies on feelings is fragile, and only truth is the same. "Solomon replied lightly, but with the pride unique to the people of silver.

"It's a little bit in line with your style, but we must not be influenced by our feelings. It's like I beg you. In the time I leave, it is best not to let the radicals win too much support. I doubt it. There will be a war, but neither the Bugatians nor the Silver Elves are ready. "

Solomon did not answer, but put away the pieces on the table, even though William stood up beside him.

William straightened his hands in the storm and thunder and thunder outside the window. The staff immediately flew from the corner and fell firmly into his hands.

Solomon asked: "I haven't asked yet, where do you plan to go, but at this time?"

The old mage pulled on the hat, and the shadow of the wizard's hat covered his face, revealing only the long silver beard below: "I feel a certain displacement of a monitoring node. If I guess correctly, maybe something fun will happen. Things. "

"Ah, so it is."

Solomon raised an eyebrow.

The following speech is going to the most intense moment. It is a pity that those who listen are absent-minded.

...

Dark clouds permeate the sky, and it has been raining heavily from Gray Bay to the Rochelle Avenue. Fortunately, the Rochelle had already considered this when they established the city, and established complete drainage facilities on both sides of the road. . Rain clouds come from the Sea of ​​Permanent Death each year after midsummer, and are blocked by the Tingyun Mountains and converge into rainwater. Slowly descended. But this year's rain was particularly plentiful. The torrents have already washed out many bridges, and a group of knights rushed out of the rain curtain and marched on the muddy path in the mountains.

In the heavy rain, both men and horses were wearing sky blue shirts. The emblem on the shirt is the Hydra after the wind, and most of the knights are wearing elf-style armor. The pointed ears and light blue hair under the pointed helmet also prove their identity.

"Master Marquis, right in front." A loud voice called, but was almost overshadowed by the torrential rain.

"Did you guys see what was that?" The only tall elf in the team turned on horseback. The elven chain armor screamed, but he didn't pay attention to these details, and only asked in a serious tone; the armor style on his body was exceptionally delicate, and the light cyan magic power flowed in the texture of the armor surface, so that the rain was Go for nothing.

The tall elf turned his head and looked at his followers. He had a calm face, but was very handsome, and his blue eyes contained anxiety and anxiety.

"A ball of fire. Lord. That's Sarah's tears."

The knights stood in the rain and looked at each other. They don't know what the adult from the central province is worried about. Isn't it a meteorite? Mortals on the ground consider meteorites and meteors to be tears of dragons in the sky, and only a few witches will consider them to be unknown signs.

However, most of the crystallized meteorites come from the sea of ​​magic. Burning meteorites pass through the forest and sometimes cause mountain fires. However, the meteorites themselves contain a lot of magic crystals, which is a huge wealth. Every knight's heart is It's hot.

However, the tall elves did not answer. The world paid attention to these side branches, but few people noticed that the number of Sarah's tears had actually increased since the years of flowers and summer leaves.

In Rochelle alone, there have been more than thirty sightings.

He also remembered the data displayed in the dossier. Those numbers were meaningless to the eyes of an ordinary person, but to people like him, it seemed like a sharp blade inserted on the map, flashing deterrent. Cold light.

Tiamat's law is weakening.

But how is this possible.

Marquis Stofin turned his head and stared at the magical tide rising from the wind. The blue sky was like an arc reflecting in his eyelids, but the light seemed a little deep. The knights around him did not know his true identity at all, and the country folks only thought that nobles like him from the central identity were greedy for fear of death, but did not know that he was a nightsword knight in the temple after the wind. It was ridiculous.

The border of Saint Osor has become increasingly unstable. Unfortunately, most of the nobles of the Elven Court still insist that it is only a disturbance of the undead, but Madara has the energy to provoke two wars at the same time.

He had a faint feeling that things were not so simple.

The seven-month report clearly indicates that the number of monsters on the border is increasing and, to be precise, they reproduce at an alarming rate. Dozens of attacks were reported by lords from all over the place, but the guy who was whitewashed below was intentionally concealed.

These tricks can't be concealed from the elf court, but they can't be concealed from the temple's secret knight. The rituals have mentioned more than once that the great demon tide may be just a sign, and like the summer king Shagriffin, he doubted another possibility.

"I hope the good news will come back from Faenzan. The temple of Yan is really more and more degenerate.

Stefan silently hid these thoughts in his heart. He glanced at the temporary followers with an unintended look on his face, turned and pulled out his sword, and the blade shone brightly in the rain: Watch out for the ghosts in the forest, we move on. "

The knights responded in unison and turned around.

But only the Marquis of Stephen's heart was always covered in shadow. He looked up, the black hole in the forest like a huge mouth that devoured everything.

In the heavy rain, he fought a cold war.

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(Ps: Today in the group, it should be clear that I am attending someone else ’s wedding banquet outside, hey, I knew I would n’t go. This chapter came back to start coding, which disrupted my time, but it feels good. It could have been coded. I have read the time and forget it. Now I am adjusting the work schedule and strive for regular codewords and updates in the future. Let ’s do it today. Tomorrow I will put the 4D chapter before 5 o'clock.)

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