Vol 6 Chapter 255

Even one of the most brave and valiant monarchs of the Hazel people was unable to cross the walls of the fortress of Cidus, let alone the Hazel people now.

The threat of the North is getting closer and closer, and the Sidors fortress has become a difficult problem for the Hazel people. No one can die in this fortress.

They can't wait for this negotiation.

There was silence in the hall.

The Hazel's frontline commander had just prepared to speak, but an old man behind him patted him on the shoulder and stood up.

The Prophet Salma.

He once served as the temple guardian of the Crystal Temple, which is one of the candidates for the three great prophets. His status is equivalent to that of the scepter bishop of the Temple of Fire, so in this negotiation, he was the one in Ha. One of the Zell's finalists.

"This Lord is right," Salma said in an old voice, but he was more like talking to His Excellency the commander aside: "In a choice that must be made by both parties, we cannot do anything No effort, justice, and the greatest wisdom. "

"Master Salma?"

Salma turned her head, looked directly at Demon's eyes, and slowly replied: "This city is a precious treasure of the civilized world. If the Cruzians can make up their minds to protect it, then the Hazels will not lack this either. Kind of wisdom and courage. "

"but"

He slowly switched his breath: "We have to understand, what exactly is guarded?"

Father Demon said nothing, because he understood. His answer is not needed here either.

Sure enough, the prophet Salma continued: "It is not just this city, this city represents our civilization and history, it represents the memories and inheritance of the Cruz people, it will also be part of our entire civilized world, We dedicate and sacrifice for meeting these precious things. Give everything to protect them, but not just here. "

There was a flash of light in Father Demon's eyes, and then he said, "What does the Prophet say?"

"I see that your best friend, Duke Ticks, has left the town hall, and you have decades of tacit understanding with you, so you will stay and die with this city, right?"

Father Demon nodded. This is not a taboo. Even if it is a migration, Dobbian must have someone to stay for the fugitive. After this one, he can only be one of him and Ticks. Fate chose him.

Although the aristocracy in the hall had already expected this, he could not help talking again when Demon confirmed it.

The hall seemed a bit noisy.

But the voice of the prophet Salma seemed to overwhelm everyone's voice. The old man quietly replied, "There is a contract that has been dusted for thousands of years. If we must have courage and sacrifice today, we can reawaken it in us. Weight in my heart, then I am willing to sign my name on it. "

He looked up at Father Demon and said, "Our descendants will remember today, and remember there was a moment when someone once shed blood and sacrificed to protect some of the most precious things in the world. I want to have this spiritual heritage. Going down, Lord Father should already be satisfied? "

Father Demon stood up and nodded slowly.

As if with his movement, the entire hall was quiet.

So only his voice remained, echoing in the hall: "Master Salma was once the guardian of the Crystal Temple?"

Salma nodded.

"I heard that this is the position of the candidate of the Great Prophet, and Lord Salma is also the most promising descendant of the Great Prophet. You are the equivalent of the scepter bishop among us, and the one most likely to inherit the Great Holy See right?"

An inhalation sounded in the hall, and the nobles turned their surprise eyes on the Prophet Salma himself, apparently did not expect that the identity of the other was so noble.

Just because of this identity, many people have already reassured themselves. Since the Hazel people let people with such an important status come to negotiate. It is enough to show their sincerity.

But the Prophet Salma only replied, "Isn't Lord Father ever a scepter bishop?"

"That was only once," replied Father Demon. "Furthermore, I have no hope of being in the position of the Great Holy See, and it is far from comparable to your identity."

He listened for a moment before he continued to say, "Is the adult really willing to stay and die with this city?"

As soon as this word came out, there was a sudden silence in the city hall.

Most of the aristocrats then reacted. What the Hazel's prophet had said before, most of them did not forbid to look at Salma with an unbelievable look. Although Father Demon had a precedent, but as The latter said that the identity gap between the two could not be calculated.

"Life is precious, but it's not worth giving," Father Salma smiled. "Every generation of Kings of the Hazards is buried on the battlefield, and so is the eldest son of the king. Obviously they have supreme power and the possibility of taking over the crown, but they have always chosen courage in the face of death. "

"Because bravery is the greatest wisdom. Crystal tells us that only wisdom can be brave, otherwise it is useless recklessness. I am here to choose this answer because I understand that our choice is meaningful."

He looked at Father Demon and replied, "In fact, even if the Cruzs did not make such a choice, I would let the Hassels do it, but I am glad to see that there are also such visionary wise men among the Cruzs. This shows that the hatred between the Cruzs and the Hassels is not irresolvable. We have a lot in common. Perhaps in the battlefield disaster, we will learn to tolerate and forgive. "

"Father Demon, at this moment, I am not as a prophet of the Hazel people, but as a friend of the Cruzians, as a friend of everyone here, breathing with this city and facing its final destiny."

The Prophet Salma exclaimed, "I would like to ask you, do you remember the covenant between the Hazels and the Cruzs a thousand years ago?"

The nobles looked at each other for a while. Feelings of shame in their hearts, they, the children of Dobbian, the owner of the city, in front of a stranger from afar. But dare not choose to live and die with the city.

Many people even had a shake in their hearts at that moment, although this shake only happened for a moment, and soon the fear of death prevailed. Maybe after many people shake at this moment, they will eventually choose to leave, choose to spare and save their lives.

But throughout their lives, they will remember this moment.

Remember the two people standing opposite each other in this hall.

Remember the last-minute story that happened in this city. Remember someone. Dedicated to the civilization and glory of the Cruzs.

And this is exactly the inheritance of civilization.

Father Demon took a deep breath. He had obtained everything he wanted. He looked up and looked through the deep dome of the city hall and looked out through the skylight there.

The gloomy sky seemed dazzling at the moment.

Past memories. It seemed as if he had returned to his heart, and everything Tix had told him, he had experienced one by one. Because this city carries him, the past and memories of many people, and more glory and history.

Dobbian may be a thing of the past, but the city is not, and it will be in everyone's mind.

And at the same time

It is because of Salma's words that the glorious millennium covenant was re-glowed. Perhaps it is only now called the alliance of Cape Bay and Hazel. But it used to have a name, called a sacred vow.

Perhaps the name will soon be remembered again, and Father Demon believes that the day may not come too far.

He sat down slowly, leaning on his seat. He couldn't remember what he had told the clerk, but the brief negotiation, which lasted only one night, was finally over. Both sides are exiting. The scene was noisy, and from time to time nobles came to him and said goodbye to him. He couldn't remember the faces of those people at all.

The clerk kept the minutes of the meeting, and the two parties left Dubbian with one of their backups. Soon, Hazel would join the refugees from all over Cape Bay, heading south across the Broken Sword Mountains to find A real way out.

Demon closed his eyes and felt his tense nerve finally relax.

The Hazel people may be facing a life or death choice, but isn't that the case for Cape Bay? In these days, he has hardly closed his eyes overnight. He does not understand the fiasco of the Hazels in the north, only that they have lost all contact with the empire since the Black Moon fell.

Without the support of the empire, they had no possibility of resisting the invasion of the Hazels.

What's more, the clouds in the northern part of Cape Bay have been clouded for months, and the smoke columns rising up to the sky can be clearly seen in most of the area north of Dubbian during the whole day, and the fire is shining at night. No one knows what is going on in the Bankel area and the Emperor.

When he was meditating, he always felt that the sea of ​​magic was boiling. The power of the dusk seemed to be getting stronger and stronger. Some news from the north also reminded him of some secrets in the temple.

The crystal army is obviously the minions of dusk.

But as long as the scouts sent to the north passed the small leafy hills, they would not be able to return. The same was true for the small fleet. After losing several frigates, the Duke of Tix abandoned the plan.

And the sublime inland sea just entered the storm period, and no one dared to enter the sea at this time in the era of peace, let alone at the moment when the tide of magic was rising.

Those who returned from the south said that the Rokozi Plateau has now become a new inland sea, and that every road to Azeruta has been safely cut off unless it crosses the Broken Sword Mountains. But the southern part of the Broken Sword Mountain is the sphere of influence of the Toquinin Lions. Since the fortress of Azeruta was captured by the Lions, no one knows what the Holy White Plain is like at this moment.

The road to go out was completely cut off, and Cloak Bay became a lonely place lonely overseas.

Since these days, the shadow of the north is gradually moving south, and the imminent threat has forced him to choose to sit down and negotiate with the Hassel.

In this negotiation, he needed to get not only the guarantee that Dobbian and even the Cape Bay could be safely escaped, but also the existence of the entire Empire and the Temple of Fire.

Fortunately, for the first time, he was glad that his enemies or opponents were a savvy wise man who was sufficiently savvy.

He did his best, so next, the future of Cape Bay will be given to the goddess of fate.

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(Ps: The battleship r is too late to write, e5 is over, don't miss it.) (To be continued.)