Two weeks after receiving Sean's urgent report, the sun once again appeared in the Western Region of Graycastle.
The Months of the Demons ended without any warning.
This was probably the most peaceful Months of Demons in hundreds of years. There were no demonic beasts or gunshots. The snowfield outside the city wall was empty and flat. The thick snow reflected the dazzling golden light under the sun, like a flawless mirror.
Therefore, this year's Victory Day was particularly lively.
Many residents walked into the field before the snow melted, dug out a ball from the knee-deep snow, and brought it home to boil and drink, both for celebration and as a memorial.
Only a few people knew the undercurrent surging under the calm.
Third Border City, Book Grotto.
Roland received the expected reply.
"There are no records of this, not even the documents left by the underground civilization." Celine leaned tiredly against the corner, surrounded by opened ancient books. "The first record of the Southernmost Region was about 860 years ago. It was a travel book, probably written by a witch who moved quickly. There were only a few words about it, but it can be confirmed that the Endless Cape was already a desert at that time. "
It was the first time he saw "sarcoma" look so tired — the three Senior Witches rarely sat down. They usually hung on the dome by relying on their main tentacles, and their thin tentacles were always dancing. But now, all the tentacles were hanging down, covering the surface like fur. At first glance, it looked like a radish that had just been pulled out of the soil.
"Maybe you should rest for a while."
"I want to, but my body can't stop at all." Celine smiled bitterly. "Your discovery is too amazing. It can be said to have subverted the Union — no, the entire recorded history of mankind! "
This was also the reason why Roland had long expected the answer — if there was a relevant discovery in the Union era, it would be impossible not to leave a word or two. After all, it involved the Battle of Divine Will. Even if it needed to be kept secret, at least the entire senior management should know about it.
The race in the murals might be older than he thought. 860 years was only a clear record of evidence, but it did not mean that the Southernmost Region was full of vitality before that. In this way, the myth of the "Three Gods Emissary" and the "Millennium War" circulated among the Mojin people was more credible.
At that time, the first Battle of Divine Will had not yet begun.
"Your Majesty, I'm not afraid that you'll laugh at me." She sighed. "We've obviously taken a big step forward in our understanding, but why do I feel so confused? It was as if he had lost something. "
"This is all normal," Roland comforted her. "As the saying goes, the more you know, the more you realize that you know nothing. In the end, all the doubts can be summed up in three questions. "
"Oh? Which three? Pasha asked curiously.
"Where am I? Who am I hitting, who is hitting me?"
"…" The sea of consciousness was silent.
"Ahem, alright, I just want you to relax." Roland coughed twice. "The real answer should be who I am, where I come from, and where I'm going."
"Where do I come from? Where do I go?" Pasha murmured. "Indeed, these three questions seem very simple, but if you think about it carefully, they are not so easy to answer. If you change your position slightly, you will get a completely different answer. "
"Oh, have you become muddled from reading too many books?" Alchia could not help but interrupt. "What's so hard to answer? I'm Alchia, from Taquila, and I'm going back to Taquila in the future. Isn't that enough? I think you're just fooled by him. " "
"This is why I sometimes envy you." Celine put her main tentacle on her head weakly. "Sometimes, being simple-minded is also a kind of happiness." "
Pasha laughed and shook her head. "Thank you very much. This does make us feel a lot more relaxed. But your reaction really surprised me. Not only are you calm, but you also consider our thoughts, as if you're not surprised at all. " "
"Because this world is full of uncertainty to me..." Roland smiled noncommittally and changed the topic. "Since we've confirmed the unknown Battle of Divine Will and the existence of a new race, let's have a meeting. Such important news, the sooner everyone knows, the better."
"As you wish, Your Majesty." Pasha bowed her main tentacle and replied.
...
The internal meeting was soon held in the castle's reception hall. The level of confidentiality was classified as top secret. The participants were all representatives of the United Front, and even the Minister of the Administrative Office was not invited.
When Roland announced this unexpected discovery, everyone had a look of disbelief on their faces. He also gave them a ten-minute buffer, which was rare for him, so that they could whisper to each other at will.
The Battle of Divine Will was not unique to humans. It was very likely to be a "special" state of affairs, which was completely beyond everyone's imagination. If it wasn't for him, no one would have believed him.
After the hall gradually quieted down, Tilly was the first to stand up. "If this is really the Battle of Divine Will, then where are the victors? Not demons, sea monsters, underground civilization, and definitely not humans... Where are they now? "
This was also the first question that popped up in most people's minds.
Roland looked at Pasha behind the light curtain, and the latter nodded. "I don't know if you still remember, in the records of the underground civilization, there are two sentences: magic power makes us extraordinary, and mastering magic power is the ladder to pursuing the Divine Will. We might as well assume that all the participants in the Battle of Divine Will can use magic power. Then, will the victors raise the power of magic power to a new level and go to places we can't see? For example... the world in the sky. "
This was also the speculation that the three Senior Witches had racked their brains to come up with. Although Roland felt that there were many loopholes, it was better than a simple "I don't know".
After all, not knowing meant nothingness. According to common sense, the more powerful a civilization was, the longer it would leave traces. The ancients used thatch and mud to build houses, which would be weathered into dust after a thousand years. However, the concrete buildings of Neverwinter, even after a thousand years, could still leave their outlines. A civilization that could win the Battle of Divine Will but disappeared after the war, and their existence could only be known from scattered ruins. This undoubtedly made people think in a bad direction.
If the victory could not reverse the fate of extinction, it would probably affect everyone's determination to go to war.
Based on Taquila's speculation, Roland could at least set a goal for himself.
"So the content recorded on the murals is at least 1,400 years ago?" Edith pondered for a while. "Then what the humans experienced can't be called the first Battle of Divine Will."
"That being said, it's easy to confuse people by changing the name," Roland replied. "So I'll temporarily call it the 'Battle of the Lost'. As for how many times we've fought it, it's not important."
"Your Majesty," Barov hesitated. "The expedition plan that is scheduled to be carried out after the beginning of spring —"
"Carry out according to the plan," he interrupted without hesitation. "No matter how many unsolved mysteries there are in the Battle of Divine Will, we must move forward! Perhaps the war itself is a way for us to get closer to the answer, and if we lose to the demons, there will be no hope. "
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