Chapter 1089 The Last Seat

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Amorn's narration came to an end, and the courtyard became quiet except for the light, shadow and sound projected by the magic net terminal. This silence lasted for a while, and Mirmina finally broke the silence: "And then ?”

"And then? After many, many years, I thought about a lot of things under the big tree named reincarnation imagined by mortals. As my consciousness became clearer, I heard the sound coming from the deep sea. The ancient echoes, the history that happened in the ancient times are imprinted in the ripples of time and space, I looked along those ripples, and saw the fortress left by the sailors in the real world... Finally I decided to do a big thing, this thing you now Already know."

"...I really admire you," Mirmina said in a low voice after being silent for a moment, "The plan you came up with is actually more risky than mine."

"Longing for freedom may also be a part of life..." Amoen's tone was a little emotional, and he seemed a little proud. His eyes still fell on the magic net terminal not far away, but the focus of his sight seemed to have crossed Abandoned time and space, hesitated in the memory of thousands of years, "I thought I had forgotten these things."

"Forgetting is the privilege of mortals, and we don't have the luxury," Mirmina smiled lightly and shook her head, "As long as our experiences form memories, they will be imprinted forever, just like a part of the flesh and blood of mortals... ..."

She said, her eyes fell on the oath stone ring in the holographic projection, and after thinking for a while, she asked curiously: "Is this thing really your original sacrificial ground? That was many, many years ago... "

Amoen took a closer look, and said in a low voice with a pleasant echo: "It's not—although it's very similar, but the details have changed. The sacrificial field in my memory should have disappeared with the passage of time. But the ancestor memory of the elves from generation to generation has preserved its projection, and formed this kind of summoning spell. I think they must have prepared for today's meeting for a long time, those flags and stone pillars are dedicated Prepared and adjusted for today."

"Don't you feel sorry?" Mirmina couldn't help asking, "That empress is the highest priestess in name, and now even she uses this sacred sacrificial place for secular purposes, and even made such modifications , which means that they are truly forgetting you, and even consciously erasing traces of your existence."

Amorn asked the other party: "Did you feel regretful when you learned that humans held a funeral for you?"

Miermina was slightly taken aback, and there seemed to be a hint of helplessness on her misty-covered face: "...It's true, this is more or less a good thing."

Her gaze returned to the "Magic Network Live Broadcast" not far away. The representatives of various forces of mortals had arrived at their positions under the guidance of the staff at the venue, and the focus of the screen was on the Silver Queen. Ermina looked at those figures, her eyes fell on one of the excited girls, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes.

This subtle change of Mirmina failed to escape Amon's perception, and the former God of Nature asked casually, "What's wrong? You also saw something you were interested in?"

"It's just a little sigh," Mirmina said with a smile, "That child... should have been a natural choice."

"Really? So the goddess of magic is also chosen by God?"

"All the gods have chosen people, and there is always a certain individual's spiritual frequency among the thousands of living beings that will be related to us, just as there are always some water droplets in the endless sea that will hit the shore with the wind - but this has nothing to do with the will of the sea "Mier Mina said lightly, "It's just that I never take the initiative to respond to these resonances, and fortunately... even in the most difficult and frightening times, this child never called my name."

Amorn didn't make a sound, just watched silently as the elf queen who was nominally the highest priestess of druids in the picture began to preside over the meeting, and Mirmina next to him also fell silent,

Silently watching the mortals busy in the distance, after an unknown period of time, a sigh came from the dark and chaotic Shadow Garden: "They really don't need me anymore."

"Yeah, I don't need it anymore."

"Can you turn up the volume?"

"No, I find it noisy."

...

The magnificent oath stone ring descended out of thin air. This simple, solemn and indescribably solemn meeting place obviously shocked everyone. At this moment, no one will question the meeting in the wilderness anymore. Whether it is not decent enough, and it will not question the degree of dedication of the elves as witnesses and conference organizers in this matter-this is exactly the effect Gawain wanted.

On the edge of the ancient wasteland of Gondor, at the end of the civilized world, the circular arrangement of Stonepillars stands proudly. In this solemn meeting place, representatives of the mortal kingdoms discuss the future of this world—no matter what the outcome of this meeting is. , and no matter how the future develops, the scene here today is destined to be recorded in history.

Rebecca seemed very excited. After the oath stone ring came, she was so excited that she couldn't calm down at all. After finally waiting for the important part to end and a chance to intervene without getting in the way, she immediately moved to the side of the Silver Queen, whispering quickly Asked: "Your Majesty Belsetia, what is the principle of this spell? Is it summoning or plasticizing? If it is summoning, how does it communicate with different spaces? If it is summoning, how does it set the mana focus? ..."

Belsetia looked at this curious girl with some helplessness and affection. She seemed to see her own appearance in the other person. Before the people around her noticed, she lowered her head and winked at Rebecca. : "I can't tell you this, this is the secret inheritance of the elves—but I can tell you part of the rune structure that doesn't involve the core spell model."

Rebecca suddenly became excited: "Yeah!!"

"It's alright, don't continue to make trouble," Gao Wen looked at the venue and reminded the girl, "Wait a minute, don't speak casually."

Rebecca immediately succumbed to the majesty of her ancestor and nodded repeatedly, but the next second she raised her head and looked around with a strange expression, as if she felt a certain kind of sight. Gawain couldn't help asking: " What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Rebecca frowned, "I suddenly felt as if someone was looking at me just now, but I couldn't feel it in the blink of an eye... Maybe it's an illusion."

Gao Wen immediately spread his perception, and checked the inside and outside of the venue several times within the maximum range, then exhaled lightly, shook his head and said in a low voice: "You may be too excited."

This is just an insignificant episode. During the speech, the representatives of all parties have already arrived at their respective positions. The curtains depicting the emblems of power hang from the top of the huge stone pillars to the back of their seats, and the unique circular venue further highlights the solemnity of the atmosphere. Affected by the atmosphere, he became serious, and even developed a strange, unfounded sense of honor.

In such an atmosphere, the Hand of the Silver Queen, a highly respected courtier of the Elf Empire, Valentian Jingu stood up. After a brief self-introduction, he began to read the names of the representatives of all parties in the venue and their names one by one. The country represented, used this as the opening of the first alliance meeting-the high-level elf's magnetic majesty and strange rhythmic voice seemed to be reciting magically, it sounded throughout the venue, and the participants Representatives of some small countries in the meeting immediately listened to these names subconsciously, trying to infer a certain "order" from the order of these names, but they quickly fell into a daze.

Because apart from Cecil as the first sponsor, Typhon as the co-sponsor, and Silver Empire as the organizer and witness of the meeting, the rest of the names are actually arranged alphabetically...

This is the first meeting, and Gao Wen didn't plan to sort them in terms of national level and regional influence.

Under the flag symbolizing the Ogulei Tribal State, the orc leader Camilla sat beside Wenna Baizhi. She looked up at the whole venue and muttered softly: "It seems a bit interesting, compared to the lifeless meeting Hall, I really like this kind of environment full of wildness and natural majesty-these elves understand it very well, I thought they would only swing in the forest..."

Wenna ignored her friend's muttering, she was actually a little nervous - both Camilla and she were representatives of the Ogure Tribal State, but on the conference roster, she was the main representative of the Tribal State, and Camilla's identity was not It's an "assistant", but her friend has been controlled by curiosity since early this morning, just like any cat, most of her attention has been on those fluttering curtains, large and small The small boulder and the spring in the center of the venue made Wenna feel pessimistic about the pressure she would bear in the next meeting...

She even felt that she should follow Wycliffe's advice when she set off and bring out Stella, who was full of ghosts. Although the fairy queen is not very reliable, it is better than a big cat that has begun to lose its chain.

While thinking wildly like this, she suddenly heard a friend's voice from the side: "Hey, wait, look - is there an empty seat over there?"

Wen Na was stunned for a moment, subconsciously raised her head to look in the direction of Camilla's finger, and she saw an empty seat under a huge stone pillar on the opposite side of the venue, and above that strange seat was an equally strange emblem.

It was a completely unfamiliar banner, the main element of which was a majestic abstract pattern reminiscent of a dragon's head. It had golden patterns and was depicted on a crimson mantle—as the leader of the gray elves, Wenna knows the flag of any country in the world, but she has never seen this pattern.

Camilla murmured in a low voice: "This color... is it the flag of the Holy Dragon Principality?"

"No, the seat of the Principality of the Holy Dragon is next to it, and there are already people there," Wenna whispered calmly, "Did you see that? That's Sir Golosh Schickel, we read about it in the newspaper News about his visit to Cecil."

"...That seems to be a country that neither you nor I know," Camilla blinked in confusion, "absent?"

"No, since their flag has been hung on the Stone Column, their representative must have come to stronghold 112," Wenna said in a low voice, "Silver elves won't make such low-level mistakes... "

When Wenna and Camilla were discussing the vacant seat and the unfamiliar flag, more and more representatives at the venue noticed this.

Lines of sight fell on the stone pillar one after another. Although the representatives did not have a large-scale discussion among each other, some of the representatives and assistants couldn't help whispering softly. More and more People looked at the flag with red background and gold pattern curiously, guessing the origin of this absent party, and all kinds of strange conjectures developed in their minds.

Some of them seemed to see some key points. They saw that the vacant seat was located next to the Cecil Empire, and on the other side was the position of the Holy Dragon Principality, but even so, they did not see any more Clue.

During this process, the names and country names were reported one by one, and the representatives stood up one after another to pay tribute, and the voice of Valentian Jingu also came to an end - with the last representative of a small country from the west of the mainland standing up to pay tribute, All participating countries have completed their appearance at the Ring of Oath.

And that absent position...is still absent.

Valentian Jingu's eyes swept across the entire venue, and he saw many expected curious sights, although many of them were well hidden, but for the high-ranking silver elves who have lived for two thousand years, this is still can be easily distinguished.

His expression didn't change at all, he just waited quietly for a few seconds, and after receiving the signal from the Silver Queen, he stood up straighter, pressed his right hand on the chest and abdomen of the dress coat, and naturally lowered his left hand, He said in a calm and clear voice: "There is another seat: Tarrond Continent, Dragon Kingdom, ambassador—the blue dragon Melita Pernia and her mission."

The whole venue was extremely quiet in an instant.

Valentian's voice had fallen, but all the representatives seemed to have not reacted yet. They looked at each other, doubting their hearing and comprehension abilities. Some felt absurd, as if they had just heard someone tell the legend The story got this solemn and solemn place, but soon everyone's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden coercion in the distance and the sound of wings flapping like a wind and thunder——

On the south side of the Stone Ring of Oath, in the sky above the lofty mountains, a huge figure pierced through the clouds, wrapped in the glow of a huge sun, and seemed to be flying slowly towards the venue, led by a blue The giant dragon, her scales are vicissitudes and mottled, as if it has been tempered thousands of times in iron and fire, and six other giant dragons lined up behind this blue dragon. They are also bathed in the sun, and they also have a shocking aura.

"dragon!"

Someone in the venue couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice, and there was a slight commotion among the representatives of all parties and the assistants they brought. No one really panicked—although some were pale, some were already sweating, and some even began to tremble, but none of them left their seats.

It doesn't matter whether it's trying to calm down or being decent, at least this kind of reaction is reflected in the eyes of Gawain and Belsetia, making them nod slightly.

Not on par with the pioneers of seven hundred years ago - but at least not bad.

Many eyes stared at the group of dragons that were approaching the venue, while others finally came to their senses. These eyes quickly focused on the seat of the Cecil Empire, on the original initiator of this meeting.

Every party in this conference... was invited by Cecil.

Those dragons were also invited by Cecil.