In the center of the Cloak Bay area, Dorbian. The port was built against the mountain, and the gray city wall divided the city into three areas from top to bottom. Because most of the building materials were granite and limestone, which were abundant in the nearby mountains, the city showed an overall grayish-black color. The square, the streets, the bungalows, and the churches were all monochromatic, like a thick black print.
The city was bustling with people. The black stream of people was slowly moving towards the south, towards the south and southeast gates of Duo Bian City. Some of the people had already left the city and appeared on the plains south of Duo Bian City. The people were carrying beasts, carriages, and horses of all sizes. It was a scene of people fleeing for their lives.
Although there was a negotiation going on in the City Hall, in any case, the migration of Cloak Bay was inevitable. The nobles had yet to announce the news, but the lower-class civilians were extremely sensitive to the atmosphere of war. They had long smelled the scent of a storm.
Under the dome of the Dorbian City Hall, the negotiations between the two sides had been going on for a whole night. Early morning had arrived in the coastal area. Above the gloomy sea, three or four sail frigates were floating alone in the distant sky.
In the hall, the dispute was getting fiercer and fiercer.
Father Demond had almost agreed to all the requests of the Hazell people, including a temporary alliance, making the fleet obey the unified command of the Hazell people, and even the evacuation plan must be included in the other party's overall plan. Correspondingly, the only price that the Hazell people had to pay was that they must join the military alliance with Cloak Bay.
You didn't read it wrong. It was a military alliance between Cloak Bay and the Hazell people. Cloak Bay could not represent the entire empire. In the absence of contact with the capital, this was their only way to save themselves.
But the focus of the dispute between the two sides was around the core issue of whether to stick to Dorbian.
"Your Excellency, although the hatred between the Cruz people and the Hazell people has lasted for centuries, today, we are also sitting down to negotiate because we are of the same origin. We are all members of the intelligent creatures. Perhaps after thousands of years, the empire will turn into ashes, and the Hazell people will naturally not be able to escape the trial of time. But our wisdom, history, and the culture we created will still be passed down by future generations after the empire perishes. "
Father Demond's voice echoed under the dome of the city hall, sounding impassioned:
"Whether it is the civilization of the Cruz people or the civilization of the Hazell people, they all belong to our world. Whether you and I want to admit it or not, even in the past hundreds of years, our two countries are still deeply influenced by each other. Your magical technology, our art and culture, we learn from each other's strengths. The boundaries of the countries will gradually blur with the passage of time. Perhaps everything that the Cruz people today will become the precious heritage of the Hazell people tomorrow, and vice versa. "
"Dorbian City has a long history. It has been built since the beginning of the Chaos Era. It has a history of 700 years. Seven hundred years ago, a group of merchants came here and built a simple wall to make it convenient for them to store their goods. Later, the city rose from the ground and became the center of Cloak Bay. It is one of the oldest cities in Cruz and the cradle of the Imperial Navy. Every inch of its land has countless legends and stories. The city also has the famous Dorbian Cathedral, which is the treasure of the Cruz people and the entire human world. It is the highest masterpiece of architectural art. "
"These may belong to the Cruz people today, but tomorrow, they will belong to the entire civilized world. If we abandon them easily today, will we abandon everything we have tomorrow? I am not afraid of death, but I just want to say, Your Excellency, there are some things in this world that are worth protecting with one's life. "
All eyes in the hall were focused on the priest who was once the scepter bishop of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. The Cruz people were proud of these words. But no matter how proud they were, there were very few people who were willing to stay and sacrifice themselves for these words.
As soon as the priest's voice fell, there was a buzz of discussion in the hall.
Demond frowned deeply. He knew that his words could not even convince the nobles of the Cruz people, let alone the Hazel people. He could only hope that the prophet was a real wise master, not these short-sighted nobles who stayed to see the attitude of the Hazel people.
The negotiators of the Hazel envoy group were two people, the frontline commander in charge of the attack on Fort Sidos and his spiritual mentor, the prophet Salma.
The prophets of the Hazel people were similar to the bishops and priests of the Cruz people, but they had more power. These prophets often also served as spiritual mentors of military commanders. They were only responsible to His Majesty the King and the Great Prophet. This sounded ridiculous, but the Hazel people were a kingdom sheltered by the Dragon Crystal of Wisdom. Their prophets were often wise and knowledgeable people who were indifferent to fame and fortune. Their tradition had never made any mistakes in history. Instead, it made their enemies feel invulnerable and anxious.
When Demond was a scepter bishop, he followed the army to the empire's frontline to inspect the Azure Legion. At that time, he wished that the prophet of the Hazel people was a muddle-headed fool. But now, he hoped that the prophet Salma was a truly respected and wise person.
Between the two, the frontline commander of the Hazel people did not agree with his opinion. Even if the other party was willing to stay and defend, it was also out of consideration for the evacuation of time, not really to protect the city.
According to the Hazel people, they should not give up the precious lives of more people for the sake of a city, especially those elite warriors. They would be the precious strength of both the Hazel people and the Cruz people in the future.
Not only were they unwilling to stay and defend Dobian, but they also asked the Cruz people to evacuate the current defense, leaving only the necessary defensive forces that could delay the advance of the Crystal Cluster army.
Not only could Demond not accept such a suggestion, but the nobles of Cruz behind him also could not agree.
But this did not mean that these nobles had deep feelings for the city. What they cared about was the attitude of the Hazel people.
As Father Demond said, if the Hazel people despised their history and traditions, and even hated the city for historical reasons, because the Cruz Navy had severely damaged the Hazel fleet several times.
In the same situation, the Cruz people would certainly not be willing to set up a monument for the Hazel navy.
But such an attitude made the Cruz people feel insecure, because if they had to put their fate in the hands of the Hazel people, then they at least had to first feel the sincerity of the Hazel people.
The nobles' opinions were simple and clear, because it was closely related to their own safety.
But for Father Demond, he considered far more than that. He also wanted to see the attitude of the Hazel people, but this attitude was not only for the Cruz people.
Because he was very clear about the enemy they were facing, in front of such an enemy, it was far from enough to just protect their lives.
The two sides argued over such issues, and time passed by minute by minute.
After Father Demond finished his speech, he sat back and did not speak again. He knew that this was not a choice for either the Cruz people or the Hazel people. For both sides, they had to make this choice. Otherwise, the next great migration would only be empty words written on paper.
Either perish together, or trust each other. At this moment, for two opponents with centuries of hatred, it was a bit difficult to choose.
And for the other side of the negotiation table, the Hazel people also felt the urgency of time.
Two months ago, or to be exact, three months ago, since the arrival of the 'Fire of Heaven,' the Cruz people found that their old rival Cruz people suddenly disappeared on the Western Front. Several intelligence personnel who escaped from Rushta described the events that happened in the Cruz Empire that day.
The Great Prophet and the astrologers of the Tower of Stars and Moon predicted that the 'Great Prophecy' had come according to the fall of the Black Moon. The Hazel people must follow the prophecy and leave their homeland with the 'Fire of Wisdom.' They must go to the South and be led by a 'Great Man' to find hope.
But The Shirema, the King of Iron, turned a deaf ear to the prophecy and the advice of the Great Prophet. Instead, he thought that this was an opportunity to completely end the hatred of hundreds of years. It was time to give a fatal blow to the Cruz people. Before that, they only needed to defeat the army of 'Crystal Monsters' wandering around the border of the Empire.
The Shirema gathered the most powerful army of the Hazel people and went to the north of the Summerhill Mountains to fight the Twilight's minions in the foothills of the mountains. The war lasted for three days and three nights, and the final result was that hundreds of thousands of troops were annihilated. The Shirema himself and his eldest son were also defeated and killed.
The elite forces that the Hazel Empire had prepared for decades for the decisive battle with the Cruz people were all gone.
When the bad news reached the kingdom, Sharma's second son was appointed to succeed the throne. After unifying the opinions of the elders, the young prince decided to follow the arrangements of the Great Prophet and leave the homeland with the people to find the hope described in the prophecy.
But when the Hazel people went south, they first had to face their old rival – the Cruz people. The Sidos Fortress under the Cloak Bay had never fallen for hundreds of years. The King of Iron, the Shirema, had tried to attack it more than once, but never succeeded.
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