Act 93 The Tide of Year 0

Dang, Dang, Dang, the rapid bells rang in the Lion Palace, and the monks from the temple swarmed out, stepping barefoot on the cloud-white marble, and came to the Iron Heart Square, this city of lions Above, clouds are gathering, and billowing dark clouds are pressing down from the sky. The latest chapter of Chief Tyrant Love: The Exclusive Pampering of the Killer's Wife.

The Great Magic Tide was just as Brando expected. From the Ten Cities to the Sea of ​​Flash, from the mechanical realm of the Hazel people to the Chuiyun Mountains in the far east, the surge of the magic tide alarmed everyone.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up in surprise. A piece of obscure blue was crossing the dark sky, shining like the morning sun, and piercing the clouds like a curved arc, crossing half of the sky. The sky stabs towards the canopy overhead.

All the astrologers in Warend were in a panic at this moment. The sea of ​​magic was roaring violently. Every saint who was hiding in the prayer room and praying devoutly to his god could not calm down the inner turmoil.

Dark clouds obscured the light of the stars and the moon, and darkness crossed the mountains, plains, shining lakes, and rolling forests. From west to east, the pillars of order in every temple on the vast land of Warnd lit up one after another.

Martha's law of tiamat warned everyone that the age of chaos was coming.

Above the Iron Heart Square, the high-status bishops looked up at the drastic changes in the sky, with indescribable expressions on their faces. Some were whispering, but more people were already turning around.

"Go to the Sublime Hall, light the Order Crystal, and send an announcement to other temples——"

A loud voice passed through the square, and the first ray of rain fell from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the temperature had dropped sharply. Everyone turned around, and behind them, the bells in the city were already ringing.

And across the ocean, dozens of cities floating in the sky were flying slowly on the clouds. In the darkness, lightning occasionally illuminated the silver spiers of the towers.

In Onais, the astrologers stepped out of their white towers. Even though the magicians wearing white robes and holding long scrolls can't see, they can still feel the changes in the world order.

Tiamat's giant array is changing course.

The whole world roared.

In the distant sky, deep in the sea of ​​clouds, lightning occasionally hangs down, like a bunch of winding flames, lighting up the dark sea. Pale electric light passed through the attic window with a rich exotic style. The shadow of the craftsmanship pattern is reflected on the thin and long cheek. William is holding the wizard's chess piece, as if in meditation, his face is pale.

He is sitting on the throne of the Twelve Dharma Kings. The throne behind him is like an elongated shadow. The spire back, symbolizing the supreme knowledge, extends infinitely towards the vault in this environment. Full of mysterious majesty.

The old mage remained motionless, like a statue. His deep eyes stared at the vaulted hall towering like a sky under the railings. The depths of his eyes were like the restless sea of ​​magic at this moment, containing endless mist. The masters in silver robes passed through the empty corridor one after another, passed through the heavy curtains hanging from the arches, passed through the hall, and came under the gaze of three hundred and twenty eyes.

They raised their heads, above their heads. The members of the Silver Alliance changed their usual sleepy appearance and all frowned.

There were no whispers or whispers, and there was an ominous atmosphere in the air.

"Citizens of Buga, great wizards, salute knowledge, salute truth!"

A voice shook in the hall, echoed repeatedly, but roared again. The mage in a white robe holds a sheepskin scroll in one hand. Like a lion, he raised his head and questioned everyone:

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

"We demand an answer."

"Is this a sign of the arrival of the 'destruction and rebirth' predicted above? Or does the sea of ​​magic show its anger once in decades? The edge of tiamat has long been unable to suppress the increasingly violent power. File scholars and silver candles You will notice the coming drastic change from every subtle sign on the 1,400 nodes!"

"But what about our Council of Elders? The Elders are still drowsy,

What about the Eye of the Revelator? Where are the scepters of the ten realms? "

The mage waved his fist vigorously, like a challenge: "Since the War of the Saints, the response of the Buga people of the Silver People has been slow day by day. Like those proud reptiles, this alliance is changing. It has to grow old, and only a new spirit can revive it!"

"Change is coming, are we going to miss the opportunity again? The Silver Elf has appeared in the world, and according to that ancient language, we should also ask for self-cleansing and reform!"

"I request--"

"Start the arbitration process——!" More voices shouted, and the hall buzzed for a while.

The twisted face seemed to have been deformed by excessive anger. The old man with silver-haired shawls and a kind-hearted face looked away from the exaggerated face below. He glanced at the councilors who were looking at each other, and couldn't help but hold the queen in his hand boringly. Throw it onto the board.

With a bang, the chessboard seemed to come alive, and the black and white grids turned into a quagmire, sinking William's bishop into it and slowly swallowing it.

"Those guys are really becoming more and more useless, Isaac's disciples and grandsons." The old man's face was full of boring disdain, but if he didn't speak, he wouldn't sit on the throne of the twelve Dharma Kings, and he wouldn't wear this A distinctive purple robe with a lightning mark. Who would have guessed that such an old mage who looked just like a human old man would be Solomon, the King of Knowledge, the leader of the twelve wizard leaders of the Silver School.

In his most glorious years, his voice was truth, his actions were laws, and he was the ultimate symbol of power and knowledge on the earth. Mortals thought he had become a god long ago, but he was still Solomon, the People of Silver, the most powerful person on the Pillar of Buga.

And during his lifetime, Solomon thought of himself only as a wizard.

"It's better to say it than to sing it. Isn't this the guy's usual style? Haha, the monitor is the latest chapter of the villain. Let them make trouble. The Flos faction wants to have more influence on the course of the world. That's right. Ah, 'The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility', isn't this their consistent slogan?" William had a smile on his face, and the chess pieces in his hands were hesitant: "Of course, what they said was not wrong, this is their responsibility. , leave it to them, just a bunch of juniors——"

The old mage knocked the chess piece in his hand on the table, and the chessboard and chess pieces suddenly turned into a puddle of silver liquid. The liquid swayed on the table, as if it was afraid of William, it trembled, and quickly flowed from the table to the ground, escaping into the darkness.

The old man raised his long eyebrows and laughed: "But the Silver Elves are not vegetarians. We just need to mind our own business."

But his brows also frowned and knitted together with these words. There was a hint of coldness in the old and wise eyes; he pursed his lips and added sternly: "However, you must distinguish between enemies and friends. If some speculators think they can take the opportunity to hijack the Elders Council, they will get What you deserve. The alliance of Naitas was established by wizards who pressed their hands on the Book of Knowledge and swore an oath. 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 sanction of the few against the many. , based on the Silver Alliance’s charter, no one can question its authority.”

The old man with silver hair and shawl was indifferent to these words. He frowned and stared at the few chess pieces left on the table. Lightning danced on the clouds outside the window, illuminating his face and the fine lines on his forehead two or three times. wrinkles - Finally, Solomon raised his snow-white eyebrows, raised his head, and said angrily: "No. You should lose this game, William."

"No, how could it be!" William raised his eyebrows innocently, denying as if he were still a child: "I still have some outside tricks that I haven't used yet."

Solomon stared at his old friend with a blank look.

"Come on, old friend, look, playing chess is just a way for mortals to pass the time. We have wasted too much time on it. You and I are both past the age of arguing about the outcome. Everything is the same. Orderly and chaotic. But ultimately one. In some respects, those guys who say everything comes together are right. It’s just that they don’t understand that everything has its own meaning, and the process of the world is It is established that any changes made by artificial hands will break the original balance. There is nothing wrong or right, everything is just let nature take its course." The old mage laughed quickly and dropped the topic.

"Hmph," Solomon saw that his old friend was showing weakness and stopped dwelling on this topic: "But thanks to you and Tulaman, we discovered the strange movement of the Magic Sea in the Ring of Trade Winds in time, otherwise this time we would really have to Give those guys a handle. Although the Senate will not be shaken at all, it will inevitably be embarrassed - the laws of tiamat also have imperfections. Mortals count on Martha, but we can only count on ourselves. "

But he raised his head again and asked: "But what I really want to ask is, what is the plan of the owner of Mithril Castle now?"

"Turaman?" The face of a young man suddenly appeared in William's mind: "He is still in Eruin. You know that human emotions are a wonderful thing. Homeland, country, family and friendship, Tulaman Man's life in the mortal world has more or less changed him, and he probably plans to help that small country."

As William spoke, he turned around, just as a bolt of lightning fell, and the fire of lightning reflected in his eyes.

"It's not good to say it's too easy, old man. Even the people of Silver also have emotions, they just don't show them so openly." Solomon crossed his hands and replied: "But your motives shouldn't be that simple, except for Tian Qing Did you find anything else besides the gun?"

"It's not a discovery. Discovery is a very strict word. It should be said that I met an interesting little guy by chance, which reminded me of an old friend. Ah - you are right, the people of Silver also have feelings. ." William smiled slightly: "When I passed through Eruin in my early years, I met that old friend. Unfortunately, human life is too short."

"Yes, no matter whether it is an ambition like a lion or a belief as firm and long-lasting as a white oak tree, in the human world it will eventually be gradually forgotten with the passage of time. Only the laws are different, because Things that rely on emotions are fragile, and only the truth remains consistent." Solomon replied calmly, but with the unique pride of the people of silver.

"It's a bit in line with your style, but we have to be swayed by emotions, just like I asked you to do this. While I'm gone, it's best not to let the radicals win too much support, I suspect. There will be a war, but neither the Buga people nor the Silver Elves are ready yet."

Solomon didn't answer, just put away the chess pieces on the table, even though William straightened up next to him.

Amidst the violent storm, lightning and thunder outside the window, William stretched out his hand. The staff immediately flew from the corner and fell steadily into his hand.

Solomon then asked: "I haven't asked yet, where are you planning to go, but you chose this time?"

The old mage pulled up his hat, and the shadow of the wizard's hat covered his face, revealing only the long silver beard below: "I feel that a certain monitoring node has shifted slightly. If my guess is correct, something interesting may happen." thing."

"Ah, that's it."

Solomon raised an eyebrow.

The following speech reaches its most intense moment. It's a pity that the people who listened were distracted.

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Black clouds filled the sky, and it was already raining heavily from the Gray Bay area to Rochard Avenue. Fortunately, the Rochard people had already taken this into consideration when they established the city and built complete drainage facilities on both sides of the avenue. . Rain clouds come from the Sea of ​​Eternal Death every year after midsummer, are blocked by the Chuiyun Mountains, and gather into rain. Lowered slowly. But this year there was particularly abundant rain, and flash floods had already washed away many bridges. A group of knights rushed out of the rain and trudged forward on the muddy paths in the mountains.

In the heavy rain, both men and horses were wearing sky-blue shirts. The emblem on the shirt is the hydra pattern of the Wind Queen. Most of the knights also wear elf-style battle armor. The pointed ears and long light cyan hair exposed under the pointed helmet also prove their identity.

"Your Majesty, Marquis, just ahead." A loud voice shouted, but it was only barely covered by the sound of rain.

"Have any of you seen clearly what that thing is?" The only tall elf in the team turned around on horseback. The elf chain armor rustled, but he didn't pay attention to these details, and only asked in a stern tone; the armor on his body was particularly exquisite, and the light cyan magic power seemed to flow through the texture of the armor's surface, letting the rain fall. Not even a cent.

The tall elf turned back and looked at his followers. His face was solemn, but very handsome, and his sky-blue eyes contained uneasiness and worry.

"A ball of fire. My lord. That must be Sarah's Tears."

The knights stood in the rain, looking at each other. They didn't know what the man from the Central Province was worried about. Isn't it just a meteorite? Mortals on earth believe that meteorites and shooting stars are the tears of dragons in the sky, but only a few witches think that they are ominous signs.

However, most of the crystallized meteorites come from the sea of ​​magic. Burning meteorites pass through the forest and sometimes cause wildfires. However, the meteorites themselves contain a large amount of magic crystals, which is a huge wealth. Every knight has it in their heart. It was hot.

However, the tall elf did not answer. Everyone in the world paid attention to these minor details, but few people noticed that since the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves, the frequency of Sarah's Tears has actually increased.

There have been over thirty sightings in Rochard alone.

He also remembered the numbers displayed in the file. Those numbers were meaningless in the eyes of an ordinary person, but to a person of his status, they were like sharp knives inserted on the map, flashing menacingly. The cold light.

The laws of tiamat are weakening.

But how is this possible.

Marquis Stoffen turned back and stared at the surging magic tide on the horizon. The blue skylight seemed to reflect an arc in his eyelids, but the light seemed a bit deep. The knights around him didn't know his true identity at all. The country people only thought that nobles like him from the central status were greedy for life and afraid of death, but they didn't know that he was the Nightsong Knight of the Wind Queen Temple. It was really ridiculous.

The border of Saint Osor has become increasingly unstable. Unfortunately, most of the nobles in the Elf Court still stubbornly believe that it is just the disturbance of the undead, but Madalana has the energy to provoke two wars at the same time.

He had a vague feeling that things were not that simple.

The seven-month report clearly stated that the number of monsters on the border was increasing. To be precise, they were multiplying at an alarming rate. Lords from all over reported dozens of attacks, but they were deliberately concealed by the guys below who were pretending to be peaceful.

These tricks were hidden from the Elf Court, but not from the secret knights of the Temple. The priests mentioned more than once that the Great Demon Tide might be just a symptom, and he, like the Summer King Summer Griffin, suspected another possibility.

"I hope there will be good news from Faenzan. The Temple of Flame is really getting more and more depraved, and it is actually sinking into a small Eruin quagmire."

Stoffen silently hid these thoughts in his heart. He glanced at his temporary followers with disinterested expressions on their faces, turned around and pulled out his sword, the blade shining brightly in the rain: " Be careful of the ghosts in the forest, let’s move on.”

The knights agreed in unison and turned around to move forward.

But only Marquis Stoffen always had a shadow in his heart. He looked up and looked ahead. The dark forest was like a huge mouth swallowing everything.

In the heavy rain, he shivered.

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(PS: Those in the group today should know that I am attending someone else’s wedding banquet. Hey, I would have known better than to go. I came back and started coding this chapter, which messed up my time, but I feel pretty good. I could have coded a bit more. , I checked the time and decided to forget it. Now I am adjusting my schedule and striving for regular coding and updates in the future. That’s it for today. I will put up the 10,000-word chapter before five o’clock tomorrow.)

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