The news brought by William had a profound impact on the peace conference. The next morning, before the morning dew had dried, the Grand Master of the Fanzin Knight Regiment bade farewell to the representatives of the participating countries and set off north to return to the Fanzin Empire. If the northern defense line fell, the entire Fanzin region would be defenseless in the coming war. The worst case scenario would be that they would have to go into exile with the Cruz Empire to Saint-Ausol. Considering that the worst case scenario was very likely to happen, the envoys of the ten cities and Eleranta also bade farewell. The people had to prepare for the disaster in advance.
After a large number of representatives left, the atmosphere in Mankethor became tense, but the relationships between the people became even closer. The quarrels between different races that could be seen occasionally before had now disappeared without a trace. Perhaps it was because they no longer had the heart to argue, or perhaps it was because the underlying emotions of sharing the same breath and fate made people find more common ground. But all in all, in the face of the inevitable disaster, the people were surprisingly silent and united.
The number of boastful people decreased, but the number of people doing things increased.
People began to pragmatically discuss the future of Wohnde. Some people suggested that the Wilderness of the Four Realms had now accepted too many refugees from Cruz, Toquinin and Hazel. It had greatly exceeded its capacity. Many civilians had no clothes or food. Many people had died in the last winter, and even more people could not survive the colder winter this year. Even in the summer, the spread of various diseases claimed many lives.
Many nobles were willing to donate their wealth to contribute to the war, but at this time, wealth had lost its meaning. The Wind Elves could not produce enough food and other materials to feed the population of two or three empires. Although the population of Cruz, Toquinin and Hazel had been greatly reduced, the old and frail often fell on the migration road.
Lord Lorindale proposed that the Wind Elves give up a piece of land to the refugees, from the east of White Mountain to the Wilderness of the Four Realms. There were not many Wind Elves living in these places. Letting the refugees settle, cultivate and develop production there could also alleviate the Wind Elves' lack of productivity caused by the lack of population.
As for the next one or two years, the Wind Elves' food storage could barely support them, although there was a risk of using up all the emergency supplies in Saint-Ausol. But the far-sighted Isdoville also saw clearly that if they could not cope with the present, then there was no future to speak of.
Two years later, the redeveloped Wilderness of the Four Realms would be able to support the war.
The generosity and generosity of the Wind Elves had touched the hearts of every participating country present. The Silver Bay region and even the countries of the Great Plains all stood up and expressed their willingness to accept immigrants from the Farnezain and Eleranta regions. In order to preserve the integrity of the power of the two empires, the countries of the Great Plains even took the initiative to plan a joint division of the territory, creating another Farnezain and Eleranta on the Great Plains.
This was an unimaginably grand plan in the history of civilization. More than forty large and small kingdoms and principalities took the initiative to cede their territory in order to rebuild a powerful empire. No one shirked from this plan, and no one retreated from this plan. Everyone was enthusiastic, and it developed to the point that the Grand Master of the Supreme Judgement Knight was moved to tears on the spot.
What was the consciousness of civilization?
This was the consciousness of civilization.
In the face of a real disaster, the choice of civilization was not to regress, but to save itself spontaneously. As a society, every individual chose to give up their own interests and submit to the future of the whole. This was because this was the pursuit of beauty and progress. When people were used to everything today, they would not go back and accept the barbaric era of eating raw meat and drinking blood.
Today, whether he was a noble or a commoner, a king or a beggar, everyone sat there as equals, discussing about tomorrow, the future, and hope.
The huge bureaucratic system that had been accumulated for thousands of years by various countries was operating with unprecedented efficiency at this moment. Only in such an era could you see such noble officials who did not shirk off and procrastinate. Everyone displayed the greatest practical enthusiasm, and all the red tape was cut and simplified. Only two days later, Cruz and the nobles of Saint-ausol finalized the plan of reclamation of the Wilderness of the Four Territories, dividing the area, and settling the refugees. A week later, the first batch of refugees had already begun to rebuild their homes with the help of the officials.
Half a month later, a complete battle plan was drawn up, and the generals reached a consensus. If the worst case scenario occurred, then the Cruz people, the Wind Elves, the Madara people, the Lion Men of Toquinin, the Hazel people, and the Erouine people must launch an autumn offensive against the Wilderness of the Four Territories, from the East to Anzeruta and the South to Anzlova in the South, from the Evergreen Corridor to Metz in the East, and from Ludwig and the South to Fanzin in the North. They hoped to recover Cruz, the White Plains, and the Hazel Highlands before the real battle.
The number of troops used in this war was as high as 1.2 million, which was almost an unimaginable number in this era. It was almost more than the total number of troops used in all the wars in the past century, including the Second Holy War. In order to ensure the coordination of 1.2 million troops under the command conditions of this era, under the suggestion of the leader of the Goddess of War, Andrea, Brando requested Échis to open up the authority of the Dragon of War, Tiamat, through the witches.
These thirty-six groups of satellites called 'Tiamat' suspended outside the Elemental Boundary of Wohnde, in addition to being a platform for space-based weapons, were in fact, the central command system of the Earth Guard.
The Bugas and their servants would prepare for the logistics of this army. More than four floating fleets would not only provide firepower support on the battlefield, but also participate in the logistics of the route. The Silver Wizards also promised that they would start the production line at full capacity, and produce more than a thousand transport ships of various types in the coming year.
Valhalla, on the other hand, gave up their Cloud Giant craftsmen, allowing this plan to be realized a full three months earlier.
Saint-Ausol, Silver Bay, and the large and small countries of the Great Plains took the initiative to give up their various private or state-owned mines and mines, unifying the limited resources and concentrating them in the hands of the Bugas. This was because only the Silver Wizards could produce the best war equipment in this world, and these Silver People who mastered the knowledge of the world began to impart their knowledge to the mortals for the first time.
At the beginning of autumn in the Year of the Swift, the first batch of more than seven thousand human and elven craftsmen entered Kanech and several other wizard cities, and began to learn more about the legacy of the craftsmen.
A month before the start of the war, bad news came from Fanzin. Although the Light Templar had tried many methods, the Elven Queen of the Great Glacier had yet to send back any news indicating that the allied army was still alive. In the middle of October, someone discovered traces of the Twilight Army near the Winter Sunset Mountains, which was less than three hundred miles away from the ten cities.
The evacuation had begun.
Although Fanzin, Ellanta, and the ten cities had already begun to evacuate their citizens in an orderly manner a month ago, and with the help of the Bugas and the dragons, more than one-tenth of the population had been transported to Saint-Ausol and the Great Plains in the past month. But when the real evacuation began, people found that there was still too little time left for them. The scene that had happened to the Cruz people was now repeating itself to the Fanzin people and the Wild Elves.
Everyone who saw with their own eyes the misery of the lower-class people who had migrated with their families was sad, but this was a fact that could not be changed. Because everyone knew that if they stayed, only death would await them. Only by leaving would there be a glimmer of hope.
The Bugas were fully mobilized, and before the war in the South, all the floating fleets — even the Cruz, Saint-Ausol, and Erouine — had supported their fleets to transport the refugees. But even so, the countries in the North lost nearly a quarter of their population in the migration.
This was not just a shocking number.
It was the disappearance of many living beings.
And this debt would eventually be repaid by someone.
When the news reached the South, the people calmly accepted everything. Perhaps it was because in the past three months, they had deduced everything countless times in their hearts, and when the worst moment really came, they were already prepared.
In Manketor, the generals began to repeatedly deduce the plans for the upcoming war. The alliance had rehearsed this war more than once in the Wilderness of the Four Territories, and everyone, from the commanders to the soldiers, had long been prepared for this war.
At the end of October, the seven fleets returned to the Wilderness of the Four Territories, and the dark clouds of war covered the east of Saint-Ausol.
It was late autumn. A year ago, the Kirrlutzians fled their homeland like stray dogs and came to this strange land. A year ago, the Hazel people and the nobles of Cloak Bay put aside their former enmity and made a covenant that would change the world.
It was also a year ago that the rotten system of the Kingdom of Erouine finished its last step, and the dawn of a new life was on the horizon.
More than three hundred thousand troops from various areas of the Wilderness of the Four Territories began to rush to the frontlines, arriving at the position of the first arrow of attack on the three fronts. Thousands of Buga craftsmen and wizards watched the long march on the ground from the sky, and everyone understood the significance of this war.
The enemy in Cruz was the weakest of the three armies of Dusk, and its leader, Dragon God Bahamut, had died in the first year of the battle. As long as the alliance could cut off this arm before the two armies of Dusk arrived, they would be able to gain a wider rear before the final battle. At that time, the Alkhash region and the Erouine region would be like two impregnable fortresses, one in the north and one in the south, resisting the invasion of Dusk.
Coincidentally, the only two fortresses of the human race since the Age of the Gods happened to be located in these two places. But perhaps this was not a coincidence, but the last gift left by the gods to the mortals of this era. People were more willing to believe in this goodwill from the ancient times, because it not only represented a promise, but more importantly, it represented the endless heritage of Wohnde's civilization. The people of yesterday, today, and in the future, looked out for each other, passed on the torch, and guarded this world of order.
But this was just the beginning.
It could not affect the passive defensive position of the people in this war.
Fortunately, the mortals were not powerless to fight back.
After a series of meetings, the representatives left Manktor one by one and returned to their home countries to prepare for war. In Silver Bay, supporting two allied forces in a decisive battle outside was already the limit of what the region could bear. However, after the magical technology of the Hazel people's assistance had fully blossomed, the further development of productivity might lead to deep changes in society. However, the states of Silver Bay had already united to prepare for such a change.
A gradually unified country may be established in the next two or three years. This country would implement a republican system, led by the White Wolf Blademaster, Branc. At that time, a powerful kingdom not inferior to the Four Great Empires would appear in the Silver Bay area, increasing the strength of the human race.
On the Great Plains, the work of the Bugas and the Nine Phoenix people was still not over. They still had to continue to encircle the Centaur army and clear the obstacles for the rear of the civilization. It was conceivable that in the near future, the plains where the Black Dwarves rose would once again become the center of the fire of civilization in the war that would last for an unknown period of time.
The evacuation of the north continued, and it would be carried out together with the autumn offensive. The most optimistic estimate of the Bugas was that it would take at least a year for the three regions to recover. But for the soldiers of Fanzin and Eleranta, they had to wipe away their tears and embark on the journey.
Just earlier this month, many mercenary organizations from the Ten Cities area took the initiative to join the war.
And as more and more representatives left, Manktor began to regain its former tranquility. The main part of the peace conference was also announced to be over, but the conference continued in another way, but its scale became smaller and the level of confidentiality became higher.
In the Kirrlutz military camp, there were only ten people in a small tent, but these ten people were all important figures in this war.
Brando, William, Solomon, Isdoville, the Lord of Lorindale, the Great Druids Grey Fury and Sifrid, the Grand Commander of the Supreme Judgement Knights, the Dwarf King Califen, the Lion Prince Nair Fisher, the Great Saint Valla, and the King of Erouine – Haruze. Everyone had a slightly serious expression on their faces. There was no doubt that they were going to discuss something that could affect the future of the land of Wohnde.
William and Solomon sat on the left and right sides of the long table, second only to the main seat of Brando. After a few months of recuperation, the wizard leader's complexion had improved a lot, but his face was still pale. As for his strength, it had dropped by several levels. He admitted that it was impossible for him to recover to his previous level without more than a year of recuperation. And even then, there would be some effects left on him.
But in any case, to be able to escape from the hands of the king of all races was a matter of pride for anyone. In the era of the War of the Gods, every lord under the Twilight Dragon was an opponent comparable to or even stronger than the Gods of Erouine. The number of Gods who died in their hands was not just one or two.
Before everyone spoke, Solomon cast a silver magic shield to cover the entire venue, although the venue itself was only the size of a table. The other seven wizards were not surprised by his actions. Although there were only a few people participating in this meeting, it was extremely important. More importantly, it hid information that could be coveted by the Twilight Dragon at any time.
When everything was ready, Solomon opened his mouth: "Everything that you have heard today may be related to the life and death of the entire civilized world, so I hope that you can maintain a minimum of silence. This discussion will end the moment we leave this place, and all secrets should only exist in your hearts. After we leave this place, I don't want others to talk about it. "
Sifrid had a strange expression on her face, and she asked in a childish voice: "Are we discussing how to deal with the Twilight Dragon, Lord Solomon?"
After being carefully taught and nurtured by the Druids, this little girl from the Green Village was no longer the ignorant little girl from before. She was engaged in important work in Valhalla, and the Cloud Giants were very fond of her. Now, in front of Solomon and William, she was neither servile nor overbearing.
Because she was the inheritor of the Goddess of the Forest, she must live up to her identity.
"Yes, Your Highness Sifrid. But it will not only determine whether we can defeat the Twilight Dragon, but it will also affect the Flame King's safety." Salomon's eyes were fixed on Sifrid's face as he spoke. "Yes, Your Highness. But it will not only determine whether we can defeat the Twilight Dragon, it will also affect the Flame King's safety.
Brando could not help but look at Solomon. He did not expect the usually serious Wizard King to have a meticulous side. He obviously knew about the relationship between him and Sifrid, otherwise he would not have said such words. And the effect of this sentence was obviously excellent. Not only did Sifrid become serious, but even Haruz's face tensed up.
The others more or less became serious, not because of Brando, but because of the former. Mortals could only passively defend against the Twilight Dragon, but blindly defending could never lead to the final victory of the Twilight War. Everyone knew who their real enemy was, and once the Twilight Dragon awakened, this world would no longer have the power to resist.
The only thing they could rely on was the last chance that Lady Martha gave them.
A chance to turn defeat into victory.
"So, what is the Throne of Destiny?" The Lionman Prince, Nair Fisher, was the first to ask this question. As the representative of the Temple of Earth, he had only recently been allowed to join this meeting. But it was not only because of his identity, but also because of Toquinin's geographical location and its relationship with Erouine. The Lionmen would be one of the most important allies of the Erouine people in this war.
It could be said that this prince was important because of Erouine, but at this time, he was not in the mood to care about this detail.
"You can say that the Throne of Destiny is the highest authority of the Tiamat Code." Brando answered briefly.
"Then it is Martha's authority?"
Brando shook his head: "In fact, it has far more authority than Martha."
Nair Fisher's eyes widened: "How is that possible?"
"Our world was created by Martha and the divine people. Although Lady Martha has the highest authority, the first generation of divine people also had the same authority. And as the creators of the Tiamat Code, they were actually given an even more important authority, and that is to restart our world." Brando explained.
"Restart the world?" Valla asked: "Is it the disasters that destroyed the world several times in the Pale Epic?"
"Yes, although the destruction of the world in the Pale Epic was brought about by the Dusk Emperor, it was not the Dusk Emperor who did it. However, it wasn't done by the Twilight Dragon himself. Instead, it was a way for the gods and their people to protect themselves. It was because of this method that our world was able to survive until today. But today, after the gods and divine people left one by one, and even in the last war, during the battle of Azure, for various reasons, this authority has been mentioned from beginning to end. "
"And now, the heavy responsibility of finding the whereabouts of this authority may fall on us, because it may be the only way to fight back against the Dusk Emperor."
Nair Fisher asked again: "Our method is also to restart this world?"
"No," Brando shook his head: "Repeating the cycle is not good for this world, but there are many disadvantages. It is because of this that Lady Martha was determined to end this cycle of fate. She may have left us another method, but we don't know anything about it yet. "
When he said "we don't know", he seemed to be slightly stunned and paused. But after a moment of absent-mindedness, before everyone had time to notice, Brando continued: "But this does not mean that there are people who are not acting with this purpose. You must understand that there are many people who are looking for the Throne of Destiny, and it is not just us —"
Among the people present, only Romen noticed Brando's absent-mindedness and could not help but look at him deeply.
And Brando's student, Haruz, also noticed that his teacher's expression was a little strange.
But he shook his little head, thinking that it was just his imagination. Because on such an occasion, everyone would more or less have some worries in their hearts. Even if their beliefs were firm, when faced with the uncertain future, they could not help but feel depressed.
"Many people?" The Great Druid asked sharply: "That sounds like it is not just the Dusk Dragon."
Brendel glanced at him and nodded. He then gave a brief account of his experiences since leaving Kirrlutz. He mainly described the plan of the Dragon Queen, the plan of Miss Tata and Sage Eleranta, the plan of White Tiamas and the witches, and finally the trip to the Stagnation Realm and the encounter with the Dusk Dragon.
"So," he concluded in the end, "the current situation is like this — although Échis seems to be our ally, its purpose is to get the Throne of Destiny, restart this world, and eventually become the true god of the next generation of Wohnde."
"Then we must not let it succeed," Haruz said with some anger. He did not expect the truth of Échis' cooperation with the witches to be like this. He had always admired the Mother of Wolves who betrayed the Dusk Dragon. "But in that case, why would the witches be in cahoots with Échis?"
"At least it is good to have it on our side for the time being," the Dwarf King Califen replied, shaking his head.
After thinking for a moment, Isdoville asked: "What is the purpose of the Dusk Dragon? In order to get the Throne of Destiny, it did not hesitate to come to our world, so it must have a bigger plan, right?"
Brando nodded, a little impressed by the keenness of the Lord of Lorindale, and replied: "The purpose of the Dusk Dragon is exactly the opposite of Échis."
"Exactly the opposite of Échis?" The others were stunned. Then wouldn't the Dusk Dragon be on their side? But even if one used their knees to think, they would understand that it was obviously impossible.
At this time, Solomon had to stand up and explain to them: "The purpose of the Dusk Dragon is actually very simple, because it does not even need the Throne of Destiny to destroy our world, so it wants to get the Throne of Destiny to stop it from restarting the world — because restarting the world is not really the destruction of Wohnde."
"I understand," Nair Fisher also understood: "What the Dusk Dragon needs is complete destruction, and there is no possibility of our world rising from the ashes."
Solomon nodded.
Everyone could not help but feel a chill down their spines. They originally thought that the current situation was complicated and dangerous enough, but they did not expect the real situation to be far more dangerous than what they saw on the surface. For the mortals of this era, life was destruction, death was also destruction. It was as if the only path in front of them was to walk towards death with dignity.
Everyone could not help but look at the calm Brando, and they all admired the young Flame King in their hearts. They were already frightened just by hearing all this here, but Brando had dug out all these secrets bit by bit from the Tree Herders, from All For One, and even from the Dusk Dragon himself.
"Then what should we do to save this world?" Nair Fisher could not help but ask a little desperately.
"This is the reason why everyone is here," Solomon replied: "Regardless of whether we succeed in the end, we must ensure that Mr. Brando gets the Throne of Destiny first, and only when the Throne of Destiny is in the hands of mortals will everything we do be worthwhile."
"Your Excellency the Flame King?"
"Teacher?"
Everyone looked at Brando in shock once again.
"Because the keys to the Throne of Destiny are the Seven Holy Swords," Solomon replied calmly.
"What!" Perhaps the others more or less had some guesses, but Nair Fisher was really shocked: "Then how many Holy Swords does Your Excellency the Flame King already have?"
"Six," Solomon looked at the Grand Commander of the Supreme Judgement Knight Regiment: "Mr. Brando has already obtained the recognition of the Shallow Sea Holy Sword Cinna, the Dark Holy Sword Judgment, the Golden Flame Blade Oderfeiss, the Wind Holy Sword Firmament, the Glorious Holy Sword Mithor, and the Earth Holy Sword Halange. However, among these Holy Swords, the Glorious Holy Sword Mithor and the Scepter of the Glorious Holy Sword Mithor are still in Fanzin. As for the Pearl of Wind, its whereabouts are unknown."
He paused for a moment and looked around at everyone. "The countries behind each of you represent the most powerful forces in this world. Therefore, I hope that everyone can mobilize and help to find the remaining parts. The sooner we find the seven Sacred Swords, the higher our chances of victory in this battle."
The Grand Commander of the Supreme Judgement Knight Regiment immediately stood up: "The Glorious Holy Sword Mithor has always been the inheritance of the Light Templar Church. However, the Holy Sword suddenly disappeared a few hundred years ago. This is also the first time we know that it has always been in the hands of the Yanbao Family. However, please rest assured that the Pearl of Light and the Scepter are still in the custody of the two Popes. We will bring them to the Wilderness of Four Territories as soon as possible. "
Solomon nodded. He naturally knew that Cruz and Fanzin were in charge of the Golden Flame Blade and the Glorious Holy Sword respectively. In fact, this was also the reason why he invited the Grand Commander here.
Everyone then began to discuss the whereabouts of the Pearl of Wind. In theory, the Wind Holy Sword should be closer to the Wind Elves of Saint-ausol. However, Isdoville smiled bitterly and said that although the Wind Elves were called Wind Elves and the emblem of the Elven Court was also the Sacred Wind Empress Pattern, historically, they really had nothing to do with the Holy Sword of Wind, just like how Eleranta had nothing to do with the Natural Holy Sword.
For example, he said that the Holy Lance of Heaven was unearthed in Erouine. In fact, the Golden Flame Blade and Mithor were also hidden in Erouine. This statement inspired everyone, and they all thought that the Pearl of Wind, which had not yet appeared, might also be in some corner of Erouine.
However, Haruz, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised an objection.
"The Pearl of Wind is not in Erouine, teacher, everyone," the little King stood up: "It is in Jorgendy Ridge."
"Jorgendy Ridge?"
"How is that possible? How can the Pearl of Wind be underground?" Nair- Fisher could not help but shake his head.
"It's true," Haruz replied firmly. He said to Isdoville: "The Pearl of Wind is actually related to the Wind Elves, in the era when you were still called the Mist Elves. The inheritance of the Sun, Moon, and Sun was divided, and the true inheritors of the Wind Empress line, the descendants of the Moon, were betrayed by the Sun Elves in the war. The whole race was attacked from behind and had to go underground. In fact, they took away the inheritance of the Moon, including the true Sacred Artifact of the Wind Empress. "
Isdoville was a little silent. The division of the Sun, Moon, and Star was the biggest scar in the history of the Wind Elves, because it not only caused them to lose the glorious name of the Mist Elves, but also the true inheritance of the Wind Empress. Although the people of Saint-ausol still claimed to be the descendants of the Wind Empress, in fact, they were not so orthodox. Because of this, when the Wind Empress appeared again, they stood firmly on the side of the two foreign crown princes.
Because this was the only chance for them to regain their honor.
Haruz continued: "… That is the Pearl of the Wind Empress. The descendants of the Moon's inheritance joined the Dark Elves in Jorgendy Ridge, and the followers of the Dark Dragon also accepted them. They have always lived in Ashes Tip to protect the Pearl of the Wind Empress. They are the guardians in the darkness. The truth of the demons' actions was not just to resurrect Akentu, but the Twilight Dragon personally gave them an order to seize the Pearl of the Wind Empress."
"How do you know this, Haruz?" Brando could not help but ask with some surprise. Although it was said that a scholar who had been away for three days should be looked at with new eyes, the sudden change in his student was too big.
Haruz slowly took out a dark pearl from under his robe and held it up with both hands.
She held it up with both hands and said to Brendel seriously, "Because the Orb of Wind has always been in my hands, teacher. Miss Lysmeka's friend, Miss Kaya, is from the Oathkeepers."
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PS: Just like that, there was an extra 500 EXP, okay? Speaking of which, it was a really bad day today. I went out to the bank and forgot to bring my card. When I came back to take my card, I forgot to bring my key. When I took my key, I left my card in the ATM and it was swallowed. Finally, I took my ID card and found that it had expired.
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