Amoun's narration came to an end, and the courtyard was silent except for the light and sound projected by the magic net terminal. The silence lasted for a while before Mirmina finally broke the silence. "And then?"
"And then? And then many, many years later, I thought about many things under the tree called reincarnation, which was created from the imagination of mortals. And as my consciousness became clearer, I heard ancient echoes from the deep sea, and the history of ancient times was imprinted in the ripples of time and space. I followed the ripples and saw the fortress left by the voyager in the real world … Finally, I decided to do something big, and you know it now. "
"… I quite admire you." Mirmina was silent for a moment before she whispered, "The plan you came up with is actually more risky than mine."
"Yearning for freedom may also be a part of life …" Amoun's tone was a little emotional, and also a little proud. His eyes were still on the magic net terminal not far away, but the focus of his gaze seemed to have crossed time and space, hesitating in the memory of thousands of years. "I thought I had forgotten these things."
"Forgetting is the privilege of mortals. We don't have that luxury." Milmina shook her head with a chuckle. "As long as our experience becomes a memory, it will be imprinted forever, just like a part of the mortal's flesh and blood …"
As she spoke, her eyes fell on the Ring of Oaths in the holographic projection. After a moment of thought, she asked curiously, "Is this thing really the sacrificial ground you used? That was many, many years ago … "
Amoun took a closer look, and said in a low voice with a pleasant echo, "No, although it looks like it, the details have changed. The sacrificial ground in my memory should have disappeared with the passage of time, but the ancestral memories of the elves have preserved its projection and formed something like a summoning spell. I think they must have prepared for today's meeting for a long time, and the flags and pillars were specially prepared and adjusted for today. "
"Don't you feel regret?" Mirmina could not help but ask. "That queen is nominally the highest priestess, and now even she is using this sacred sacrificial ground for secular purposes, and even made such modifications. This means that they are truly forgetting you, and even consciously erasing the traces of your existence."
Amoun asked in return, "Did you feel any regret when you found out that the humans held a funeral for you?"
Mirmina was slightly taken aback. A hint of helplessness appeared on her misty face. "… That's true. This is more or less a good thing."
Her gaze returned to the Magic Net Live Broadcast not far away. The representatives of the various mortal factions had already arrived at their seats under the guidance of the venue staff. The focus of the broadcast was focused on the Silver Queen. Mirmina looked at those figures. Her gaze landed on a girl with an excited expression. A faint smile appeared in her eyes.
This slight change in Mirmina did not escape Amoun's perception. The former God of Nature casually asked, "What's wrong? You also saw something that interests you? "
"Just a little bit of a sigh," Mirmina said with a smile. "That child … should have been a natural Chosen One."
"Is that so? So the Goddess of Magic also has a Chosen One? "
"All gods have their own Chosen One. Among thousands of beings, there will always be an individual whose spiritual frequency will connect with us. Just like there will always be some water droplets in the endless sea that will hit the shore with the wind. This has nothing to do with the will of the sea," Mirmina said faintly. "It's just that I never actively respond to these resonances, and fortunately … the child never called my name even in the most difficult and fearful times."
Amoun did not say anything. He just silently watched the elven queen, nominally the highest priestess of Druil, begin to preside over the meeting. Beside him, Mirmina also fell silent as she silently watched the mortals busying themselves in the distance. After some time, a sigh came from the dark and chaotic Shadowy Courtyard. "They really don't need me anymore."
"Yes, they don't need me anymore."
"Can you turn up the volume?"
"No, I hate the noise."
…
The magnificent Stone Ring of Oaths descended out of thin air. This simple, solemn, and indescribably solemn venue obviously had a great impact on everyone. At this moment, no one would question whether the meeting in the wilderness was not dignified enough, nor would they question the effort of the elves as witnesses and organizers of the meeting. This was the effect that Gwen wanted.
At the edge of the ancient Gondor wasteland, at the end of the civilized world, a ring of giant stone pillars stood proudly. The representatives of the mortal kingdoms discussed the future of the world together in this solemn venue. No matter what the outcome of this meeting was, and no matter how the future developed, the scene here today was destined to be recorded in the annals of history.
Rebecca was very excited. After the Stone Ring of Oaths descended, she was so excited that she could not calm down at all. Finally, when the important part of the meeting was over and there was a chance to interrupt, she immediately went to the Silver Queen and whispered, "Your Majesty Bersetia, this … this … What is the principle of this spell? Is it summoning or evocative? If it's summoning, how does it communicate with the other dimension? If it's evocative, how does it set the magical focus … "
Bersetia looked at the curious girl with some helplessness and some fondness. She seemed to see her own self in the girl. Before anyone 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 runic structure that does not involve the core spell model."
Rebecca was suddenly excited. "Yay!"
"That's enough. Don't continue to cause trouble." Gwen looked at the venue and reminded the girl. "Don't speak carelessly later."
Rebecca immediately bowed to the majesty of the ancestor and nodded. But the next second, she looked up and looked around with a strange expression as if she felt someone was looking at her. Gwen saw this and could not help but ask, "What's wrong?"
"I don't know." Rebecca frowned. "I suddenly felt like someone was looking at me. But in the blink of an eye, I couldn't feel it anymore … Maybe it was an illusion."
Gawain immediately spread out his perception, repeatedly checking the venue as far as he could. He then sighed softly, shook his head, and said softly, "You might be too excited."
This was just a trivial interlude. While they were talking, the representatives had already arrived at their respective seats. Curtains depicting the emblem of each faction hung from the top of the huge stone pillars to the back of their seats. The unique circular venue highlighted the solemnity of the atmosphere. After taking their seats, even the most unruly people could not help but be affected by the atmosphere. They became serious and even developed a strange, inexplicable sense of honor.
In such an atmosphere, Valentin Jingu, the Hand of the Silver Queen and a respected courtier of the Elven Empire, stepped forward. After a brief self-introduction, he began to read out the names of the representatives of various factions and the countries they represented, opening the first meeting of the Alliance. The high-tier elf's magnetic, majestic voice that carried a certain unique rhythm echoed throughout the hall as if it carried magical power. The representatives of the smaller countries immediately listened to the names subconsciously, attempting to deduce a certain 'order' from the order of the names, but they were soon at a loss.
Because other than Cecil as the first initiator, Typhon as the co-initiator, and the Silver Empire as the organizer and witness of the conference, the rest of the names were actually arranged in alphabetical order …
This was the first conference. Gwen did not intend to arrange the order according to the level of the country and the influence of the region.
Camilla, the leader of the orcs, sat beside Wenna Baizhi under the flag of the Augulay Tribal Nation. She looked up at the meeting hall and muttered, "This is interesting. Compared to the lifeless meeting hall, I prefer this kind of environment that is full of wildness and natural majesty. These elves are quite knowledgeable. I thought they only knew how to swing in the forest …"
Wenna ignored her friend's whisper. She was actually a little nervous. Camilla and she were both representatives of the Auglay Tribal Nation, but on the conference list, she was the main representative of the Auglay Tribal Nation, and Camilla's identity was the "assistant". But her friend had been controlled by curiosity since this morning. Like any feline, most of her attention was on the fluttering curtains, the large and small boulders, and the spring in the center of the venue. This made Wenna pessimistic about the pressure she would have to bear in the coming conference …
She even felt that she should have listened to Wycliffe's advice and brought along Stella, who was full of evil ideas. Although the Fairy Queen was not very reliable, it was better than a big cat who had started to screw up.
While she was thinking, she suddenly heard her friend's voice from the side. "Hey, wait, look — isn't there an empty seat over there?"
Wenna was startled and looked at the direction where Camilla was pointing. She saw an empty seat under a huge stone pillar on the opposite side of the venue. Above the strange seat, there was an equally strange emblem.
It was a completely unfamiliar flag. The main element was a majestic, abstract pattern that reminded people of the Dragon Head. It had golden lines and was drawn on the crimson curtains. As the leader of the gray elves, Wenna knew the flags of all the countries in the world, but she had never seen this pattern before.
Camilla whispered, "This color scheme … Is it the flag of the Duchy of Holy Dragon?"
"No, the seat of the Duchy of Holy Dragon is next to it, and it's already occupied," Wenna whispered quietly. "Do you see it? That's Sir Golos Hickel. We've read about his visit to Cecil in the newspaper. "
"… It seems that it's a country that neither you nor I know." Camilla blinked in confusion. "Absent?"
"That shouldn't be the case. Since their flag has been hung on the giant stone pillar, their representative must have arrived at Foothold No. 112," Wenna said softly. "The Silver Elves wouldn't make such a stupid mistake …"
While Wenna and Camilla were discussing the empty seat and the unfamiliar flag, more and more representatives in the venue noticed it.
Gazes fell on the stone pillar one after another. Although the representatives were well-mannered and did not discuss it on a large scale, some of the representatives and their assistants could not help but whisper softly. More and more people looked curiously at the red flag with golden lines, guessing the origin of the absent party. All kinds of strange conjectures developed in their minds.
Some of them seemed to have noticed something. They saw that the empty seat was next to the Empire of Cecil, and the seat of the Duchy of Holy Dragon was on the other side. But even so, they could not find any more clues.
In the process, the names of the countries were announced. The representatives stood up one after another to pay their respects. Valentin Jingu's voice also came to an end. Finally, the representative of a small country in the western part of the continent stood up to pay his respects. All the participating countries had completed their appearance in the Stone Ring of Oaths.
And the absent seat … was still absent.
Valentin Jingu's gaze swept across the entire venue. He saw many curious gazes that he had expected. Although many of them were well hidden, for a superior Silver Elf who had lived for more than two thousand years, it was still easy for him to distinguish them.
His expression did not change. He just waited quietly for a few seconds. When he got the signal from the Silver Queen, he straightened his body and pressed his right hand on the chest of his suit jacket. His left hand hung naturally, and in a steady and clear voice, he said, "There is one more seat: the Continent of Tarlonde, the Kingdom of the Giant Dragon, the ambassador — Blue Dragon Melita Pânia and her delegation."
The venue was extremely quiet in an instant.
Valentin's voice trailed off, but the representatives were still in a daze. They looked at each other, doubting their hearing and comprehension ability. Some of them felt that it was absurd, as if they had just heard a bard's legend being brought to this solemn place. But soon, everyone's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden burst of pressure from afar and the sound of wings flapping like thunder.
On the south side of the Stone Ring of Oaths, in the sky above the towering mountains, huge figures pierced through the clouds. Wrapped in the light of the sun, they flew towards the venue at a seemingly slow speed. Leading them was a blue dragon. Her scales were mottled with the vicissitudes of life, as if they had been tempered thousands of times in iron and fire. Another six dragons followed behind the blue dragon in a line. They were also bathed in the sun and had the same intimidating aura.
"Dragon!"
Someone in the venue could not help but exclaim in a low voice. There was a slight commotion between the representatives and their assistants. But in this moment of nervousness that swept through everyone's heart, no one really panicked. Although some were pale, some were sweating, and some even began to tremble, no one left their seats.
It was fine to say that they were forcing themselves to calm down, but at least this reaction was reflected in Gwen and Bersetia's eyes. They nodded slightly.
It was not comparable to the pioneers 700 years ago. But at least it was not bad.
Many eyes stared at the dragons that were approaching the venue, and some finally reacted. These eyes quickly focused on the seats of the Cecil Empire, and focused on the initiator of this conference.
Every faction in this conference … was invited by Cecil.
Those dragons were also invited by Cecil.
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