Act 255 Loop (Part 2)

Not even the most valiant and capable monarch of the Hazer people could cross the walls of Sidorus Fortress, let alone the current Hazer people.

The threat from the north is approaching day by day, and the Fortress of Sidos has become an unavoidable problem for the Hazel people. No matter how many people die under this fortress, it will not solve their current problems.

They also cannot afford to wait for this negotiation.

Silence fell in the hall.

The frontline commander of the Hazer people was about to speak, but an old man behind him patted his shoulder and stood up.

Prophet Salma.

He once served as the guardian of the Crystal Temple, and was one of the candidates for the three great prophets. His status was exactly equivalent to the scepter bishop of the Temple of Fire, so in this negotiation, he was the one in Harbin. The final word among the Zell people.

"My Lord is right," Salma said in an old voice, but he seemed more like he was talking to the commander on the side: "In a choice that both sides have to make, we can't do anything. Not giving, being fair, is also the greatest wisdom.”

"Lord Salma?"

Salma turned around, looked directly into Demeng's eyes, and replied slowly: "This city is a precious treasure of the civilized world. If the Cruz people are determined to protect it, then the Hazel people will not lack it either." Kind of wisdom and courage.”

"but--"

He slowly changed his tone and said: "We must understand, what exactly are we protecting?"

Father Demon said nothing, for he knew that no answer was needed here.

Sure enough, Prophet Salma continued: "It is not just this city. This city represents our civilization and history, and the memory and inheritance of the Cruz people. It will also be part of our entire civilized world. We sacrifice and sacrifice for these precious things, and we will do anything to protect them, but not just here—"

A bright light flashed deep in Father Demon's eyes, and then he said, "What did the Prophet say?"

"I see that your close friend Duke Tix has left the city hall. You have a tacit understanding with him for decades, so you will stay and live and die with this city, right?"

Father Demon nodded, not shying away from this point. Even if it was a move, Dobian had to have someone stay to help the people who fled, and this candidate could only be one between him and Tix. Destiny chose him.

Although the nobles in the hall had already expected this, they waited until Demong confirmed it. Still couldn't help but start talking again.

The hall seemed a little noisy.

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

He raised his head and looked at Father Demon and said: "Our descendants will remember today and remember that there was a moment when someone shed blood and sacrificed to protect some of the most precious things in the world. I want to have such a spiritual inheritance." If you go down, the priest should be satisfied, right?"

Father Demon stood up and nodded slowly.

As if following his movements. The whole hall fell silent.

So he was the only voice left, echoing in the hall: "Sir Salma was once the guardian of the Crystal Temple?"

Salma nodded.

"I heard that that is the position of candidate for the Great Prophet. Lord Salma is also the most promising successor of the Great Prophet. You are equivalent to the Bishop of the Scepter among us, and the one who is most likely to inherit the Great Holy See. Is it right?"

There was a sound of inhalation in the hall, and the nobles turned their surprised eyes to the prophet Salma himself. Obviously he didn't expect the other party's status to be so noble.

Just because of this identity, many people have been reassured. Since the Hazel people allow such an important person to come to negotiate, it is enough to show their sincerity.

But Prophet Salma only replied: "Wasn't the priest also once the Bishop of Wands?"

"That was just in the past," Father Demon replied: "Besides, I have no hope of being in the position of the Holy See, and I am far from being comparable to your status."

He listened for a moment. Then he continued: "Your Excellency, are you really willing to stay and live and die with this city?"

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

Only then did most of the nobles realize what the Hazerite prophet had said before, and most of them couldn't help but look at Salma with disbelief. Although Father Demon had done it before, but just like The latter said. The identity gap between the two people cannot be calculated.

"Life is indeed precious, but it is not unworthy of sacrifice," Father Salma said with a smile: "Almost every generation of kings of the Hazer people died on the battlefield, and the king's eldest son was often the same. Although they Obviously they have supreme power and the possibility of taking over the crown, but when facing death, they all choose courage without exception."

"Because bravery is the greatest wisdom. The crystal tells us that only wisdom can make us brave, otherwise it is unnecessary 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 Cruz people don't make such a choice, I will let the Hazel people do it, but I am very happy to see that among the Cruz people, there are also such far-sighted and wise men. , This shows that the hatred between the Cruz people and the Khazer people is not irresolvable. We have a lot in common. Perhaps in the disaster on the battlefield, we will learn to tolerate and forgive."

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

Prophet Salma said loudly: "I would like to ask you, do you still remember the covenant between the Hazer people and the Cruz people a thousand years ago?"

The nobles looked at each other for a moment, feeling ashamed in their hearts. They, the children of Dobian, the masters of this city, did not dare to choose to live with this city in front of a stranger who came from afar. Die together.

Many people were even shaken in their hearts at that moment, although this wavering only happened for a moment, and soon the fear of death took over. Perhaps many people will eventually choose to leave after being shaken at this moment. Choose to compromise and save your life.

But they will remember this moment for the rest of their lives.

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

Remember the story that happened at the last moment of this city’s existence, and remember that there were people who sacrificed everything for the civilization and glory of the Cruz people.

And this is the inheritance of civilization.

Father Demon took a deep breath. He had gotten everything he wanted. He raised his head and looked through the deep dome of the city hall. Look out through the skylight there.

The gloomy sky seemed a bit dazzling at the moment.

The memories of the past seemed to return to his mind, and he had experienced everything Tix told him. Because this city carries him, carries the past and memories of many people, and carries more glory and history.

Dobian may be a thing of the past, but the city is not. It will remain in everyone's heart.

And at the same time, what remains forever——

It was because of Salma's words that the alliance that had been dormant for thousands of years came to life again. Perhaps now it is only called the alliance between Cloak Bay and the Hazel people, but it once had a name. For a sacred oath.

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

He sat down slowly. Leaning back in his seat, he couldn't remember what he ordered the clerk, but the brief negotiation that only lasted one night finally came to an end. Both sides were leaving, and the scene was chaotic. From time to time, nobles came to him to say goodbye. He couldn't remember the faces of those people at all.

The clerk kept the minutes of the meeting. Then each side would leave Dobian with one of their backups, and soon Hazel would join the refugees from all over Cloak Bay, heading south across the Broken Sword Mountains to find a real way out.

Demon closed his eyes, feeling that his tense nerves finally relaxed.

The people of Hazel may be facing a life-or-death decision, but isn't that the case in Cloak Bay? He had hardly been able to sleep peacefully at night these days, and he did not understand the disastrous defeat the Hazer people had suffered in the north. All they know is that they have lost all contact with the Empire since Black Moon's death.

Without Imperial support, they had no chance of resisting the Khazer invasion.

What's more, the northern part of Cloak Bay has been overcast for several months, and the plumes of smoke rising into the sky can be clearly seen in most areas north of Dobian throughout the day, while at night the sky is filled with flames. No one knows what is happening to the Banker area and the Imperial Capital now.

When he was meditating, he could always feel the sea of ​​magic boiling endlessly. The power of dusk seemed to be getting stronger day by day. Some news coming from the north also reminded him of some secrets in the temple.

That crystal army was obviously the minions of Dusk.

But the scouts sent to the north could never come back after passing the Little Leaf Tree Hills, and the same was true for the small fleet. After losing several frigates, Duke Tix gave up this plan.

The sublime inner sea has just entered the storm period. In peaceful times, no one would dare to enter the sea at this time, let alone when the tide of magic is rising.

People who came back from the south said that the Rokochi Plateau has now become a new inland sea, and every road leading to Anzeruta has been safely cut off, unless they cross the Broken Sword Mountains. But the south of the Broken Sword Mountains is the sphere of influence of the Tuoquining Lions. Since the Anzeruta Fortress was captured by the Lions, no one knows what the situation is like in the Holy White Plains at this moment.

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

These days, the shadow of the north is clearly moving southward, and the imminent threat forces him to sit down and negotiate with the Hazer people.

In this negotiation, what he needs is not only the guarantee that Dobian and even Cloak Bay can escape safely, but also the survival of the entire empire and the Temple of Fire.

Fortunately, for the first time, he was glad that his enemy - or opponent, was a wise enough and clear-headed wise man.

He has tried his best, and then the future of Cloak Bay will be left to the goddess of fate.

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(PS: I wrote the ship-fighting R activity a little late, E5 has passed, don’t read it.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation .)

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