Act 182 Final Moments

Act 182 The last moment

"curious?"

"A little noble from the border, knows the alpha wolf Isis, knows the space rune array of Darastel, and also brings the gift of the Dragon God and the sword of earth and mountains——"

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

Brando's heart skipped a beat.

"Can't small nobles have these? This can be regarded as prejudice."

"Sometimes you have to admit that prejudice is also an experience," William said with a smile: "But it seems that these are your secrets, so I was rude. I think if I apologize to you, you should not be confused with me. Can’t you live with an old man like me?”

This witty remark made Brando couldn't help but smile. At least William's approachable attitude was several levels higher than those of the arrogant Cruz people. Although in theory, as the wizard leader of the Silver People, he has more reasons. Look down on the Black Iron people.

But compared with the courteousness and courtesy of the wizards, the Cruz envoys became pathetic upstarts.

"Well, actually what I care about more is this." The old man raised his head and looked at the majestic stone gate, and he shook his head: "Behind this gate is definitely not the resting place of the Lion Heart Sword, everyone guessed it wrong. "

He turned around, a strange look flashing in his gray-green eyes: "But if I'm not wrong, you know what's behind this door, right?"

Brando didn't believe that William came here out of curiosity, but he still said: "Master Wizard, what are the basic principles of magic?"

For William, this question was as simple as eating and drinking. He answered without thinking: "It is the exchange of mana and laws."

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

A bright light flashed in William's eyes: "Exchange of equal value, good boy, I understand, what do you want?"

"Just do me a favor."

"I understand, you want me to help you block that woman, right?" The old man turned back and looked at the other side of the valley: "It's a bit troublesome.

But it's not impossible to consider. "

Brando nodded. He did not doubt why William could guess his thoughts. This wizard leader was not only wise in his long life, but his rich experience was enough for him to understand the truth of many things.

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

"Valhalla." Brando replied.

William was slightly startled: "Are you talking about the relics of the goddess that the druids passed down orally?"

Brando nodded. He was not worried that the legendary wizard leader would have a hand in this matter, because in most people's minds, the meaning of Valhalla was a primitive fire. Obtaining this fire can immediately make someone become a lord, but the attraction of this is for a person who stands in power.

It doesn't make much sense for a wizard at the top.

What's more, Buga is an alliance composed of floating city-states. Buga's craftsmen and wizards have no concept of territory and no need for it.

Moreover, in the order camp, the great wizard was on the same side as him.

"It is said that there is a primitive fire left by Martha in the south of Eruin. I have only heard some rumors, but I didn't expect it to be in the center of the Ring of Trade Winds." William looked at the majestic stone door , sighed: "Is it behind this door?"

Brando nodded.

"It's really amazing," the old man turned back: "But now I'm even more curious. This is a legend recorded in the secret texts of the druids. How did you learn about it?"

Brando smiled but didn't answer.

"I understand, this is a secret again, right?"

Brando nodded.

It was at this time, at the same moment in the Deadwood Council of the Green Tower, that the druids were waiting for the last moment to come. Outside the hall, there were thunder and lightning, so frequent that it seemed as if it was not rain but thunder and lightning. A bunch of white lightning flashed through the rainy night, illuminating people's faces.

The howling wolves have entered the upper level of the Green Tower, and the battle is unfolding in the market area. The centaur and tree elf guards lost the market the night before, but they recaptured it at noon yesterday. The two sides fought for more than ten hours in an area composed of vines and branches.

There was a sawing battle, but the Druid side finally retreated due to lack of troops.

The pack of wolves seemed endless.

The hourglass placed in the center of the hall is turning over for the last time. It takes about four hours to turn once, but for druids, these four hours are about the longest four hours in their lives. They have one last chance, but the path to destruction seems to be clear.

In front of everyone's eyes.

A few senior druids used thorny vines to block the roads leading to the city hall from other areas. However, once the city hall was lost, only the last area of ​​the Deadwood Council was left in the Green Tower to defend.

Ordinary civilians who had fled from other areas gathered anxiously in the few open spaces that still existed in the last area of ​​the city. Adults held children, men comforted women, and the air was filled with a suffocating tension and uneasiness. , only the sound of rain is still falling.

In the Deadwood Hall.

At first, the druids in the hall were still buzzing and talking, but after the young druid beside the great elder turned the hourglass over with a squeak, the hall became eerily silent. Everyone seemed to have finished saying what they wanted to say, or they had no idea what to do for a while, and the discussion was interrupted.

"In a few hours, if the young human doesn't send back the news, the Green Tower's fire will be extinguished." said a voice in the hall.

"He might be dead."

"I object. The light of the fire is still there. It is Quinier's fire. I know it."

Everyone couldn't help but look behind the vast rainy night. In the darkness, only a single beam of light green light penetrated the rain curtain and towered into the clouds.

"But the light pillar has not moved for a long time. Maybe they are in trouble. At that location, even if they set off now, they will not be able to reach the center of the Ring of Trade Winds within a few hours."

The buzzing discussion just started to subside because of this sentence. The uneasiness in everyone's heart seemed to be pointed out, and even the hunched elder frowned. But at this time a voice came from outside the hall:

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

Everyone turned around in surprise and saw a tall figure walking out of the rain. He took off the wet robe from his waist and revealed a rough face. It turned out to be Andrew, the great druid who had gone to the storm circle and had not yet returned.

"Andrew, are you back?" Someone said in surprise: "We all thought you had returned to the embrace of the forest."

"I was behind the Wolf Pass when the wolf disaster happened, so I escaped," Andrew replied: "When I realized something was wrong, I turned into a raven and patrolled the forest, and then I realized that something big had happened. I wasn't sure at the time, but now I can confirm that the young man didn't lie.

, this time the demon tide is extraordinary. "

"Yes," the great elder nodded, and he looked at the latter: "But you stayed in the forest until now, so you should have discovered something else, right?" Andrew's sudden appearance gave everyone confidence, but in This situation still makes people feel uncomfortable, and they are eager to get help from the latter.

After hearing more good news, everyone focused on the tall Druid.

Andrew nodded: "I walked in the forest for a while to explore the scale of the wolf disaster, but I don't think I need to repeat this. Everyone has seen it. It's just that I met Quinier in the forest. , let me know something about the situation.”

"Did you meet that young man?" Everyone was surprised.

"No, I mean I met Quinir, and I also rescued a few human nobles along the way, but I didn't meet the Lord."

"What's going on?" Someone immediately asked: "Aren't they together?"

"They seem to have encountered a little trouble. The Lord has left alone to the center of the Ring of Trade Winds."

"Alone?" The great elder frowned: "Then are you sure that he has reached the center of the Ring of Trade Winds?"

"No, I can't," Andrew shrugged: "I came back here just to report the news, because your previous guesses were inaccurate. Moreover, there have been a few descendants of Fenrir with the ability to fly. If they don't come back, I'm afraid I’d all be in trouble.”

There was silence in the hall.

"Descendant of the Demonic Wolf..." The great elder's eyebrows furrowed deeply.

"You have to prepare for defense quickly. If the monster wolf with the ability to fly invades from above, the defense line of the city hall will be in danger." Someone reacted immediately. However, his order did not receive a response from most people, and everyone was more or less shaken at this moment.

The young man is missing. Is there any point in making the final struggle at this moment? It is better to let those young people with potential turn into ravens and fly out. While there are not many descendants of Fenrir who can fly, they can escape as many as they can.

It was at this time that another voice came from outside the hall:

"I wonder if you are still in the mood to meet the guests at this time?"

guest?

Are there any other guests at this time? Everyone was stunned. "If you are a guest, please come in." The elder said calmly and loudly to the outside.

Tullaman parted the rain curtain and walked in. He held a silver staff surrounded by six runes in one hand and looked at everyone with a smile. The scholar stood there calmly and calmly, as if the wolf disaster outside did not exist at all, or it made people feel that this person was simply incompatible with this world.