"So, what's going on?" The three of them sat on the ground, and Brando asked, "Why do you want to go to Silver Bay all of a sudden, and what does this have to do with you, Nalaethar? Didn't you return to the Sacred Silver Valley?"
The trees rustled, and the warm sunlight shone through the branches, leaving mottled spots of light on the green meadow. In the depths of the forest in the distance, a young deer was alertly pricking up its ears and looking over. There were a few bright mushrooms at the edge of the forest, and a snake with ring-shaped stripes was curled up in the bushes.
Scarlet knelt beside Brando, looking at the quiet and languid afternoon scenery.
Nalaethar smiled and did not answer, leaving the right to answer to The Shire. The Shire smiled and replied, "I just wanted to find my old self. Your grandfather was so famous, and as his attendant wizard, the name 'The Shire' must have many stories. Of course, more importantly, Metisha and Miss Hipamira both got their own legacies, and I can't fall behind. "
"What does this have to do with anything?"
"Because the source of every Planeswalker's power is related to experience, whether it's other people's or their own. The worlds they see in their travels form part of the laws they create."
Brando saw that The Shire was serious and did not seem to be lying, so he asked, "Then why Silver Bay?"
"I don't know, but there's a vague impression in my memory, telling me that there's something I'm looking for there."
"And the result?"
The Shire sat up straight, "I found something interesting. I found that when I was young, I studied under the Buga people, and lived in the Silver Bay area for a long time."
"Studied under the Buga people?"
"My lord, you know that the Wizard of the Tower was once a follower of the Buga people, and we originally built a kingdom in the Silver Bay area. The so-called Silver Bay actually means the Silver Bay. After we broke with the Buga people, we crossed the sea to Karsuk, and then formed an alliance with the Highland Knight. But for hundreds of years, because of the same heritage, we have always maintained contact with Kanaichi, and even in every batch of excellent apprentices, some would be selected to study in Kanaichi. "
Brando nodded. With The Shire's talent and Elemental Quality, he could be called a genius among his peers, so it was not surprising that he was chosen by the Buga people.
"Subconsciously, I have a deep impression of the experience of living in Silver Bay, but it's always hard to remember some details. The memories of the past is like fragmented fragments that annoys me. It was only after I went to Silver Bay that did I remember many things, including the experiences before I became a Wizard of the Black Tower. "
The Shire reminisced, "I remember that when I could remember things, I moved with my family from Manorville to Karsuk. My mother died very early, and my father was the head of the family. In my memory, I only vaguely remember the appearance of the noble gentleman, somewhat serious, a very rigid knight. When I was very young, there were often some strange guests in the family. Later, I realized that those were elves, but not the wind elves of Saint-Ausol. They had silver hair, silver eyes, extraordinary speech, and every move they made seemed to be born noble. "
"Silver Folk, Silver Elves?" Brando subconsciously glanced at Nalaethar.
Nalaethar nodded slightly.
Charles paused for a moment before continuing, "It was only later that I found out that those guests were my grandmother's relatives. It was said that my maternal great-grandfather had once married a Silver Elf lady of extraordinary status. From then on, my family and the Silver Elves formed an indissoluble bond. I have a deep memory of my experience of learning magic. Before I was sent to Abelia Tower, I remember that I had once learned magic from a Silver Elf. As far as I can remember, it was that esteemed mister who guided me on the path of a wizard until I became famous and was chosen by the wizards of the tower. But after that, he left Karsuk as my first teacher, and I have never seen this person again since then. "
Hearing this, Brando's heart skipped a beat, and he raised his head to look at The Shire.
The Shire smiled slightly, "Hearing this, my Lord should have already guessed it. Because later on, I met Hippard and Borg in Silver Bay, and under their introduction, I became your grandfather's Wizard attendant. Mr. Borg is Miss Amandina's father. At that time, we also went through many things before we recognized each other's identity. Borg is a descendant of my grandmother's elder brother. He's also my distant cousin. "
"You remembered all of this?"
"There are still some details, but it's better not to mention them. The reason I was able to go to Holy Silver Valley to find Nalaethar was because I remembered some of the inheritance of the Silver Folk. In fact, the most important part of my path as a Wizard is the respected teacher who guided me on this path. As for his memories, I'm afraid that only the Silver Elves can give me the answer to this question. "
"Then have you found the answer?" Brando looked at The Shire.
The Shire looked at Nalaethar who was beside him.
"At first, His Majesty did not know about the matter between Mr. Villefort and Her Royal Highness, but after so many things happened, we feel guilty towards the descendants of the late King Erik. Of course, on the other hand, everyone is anxious to find Her Royal Highness who has been missing for a long time after leaving Holy Silver Valley," Nalaethar replied, "The one who taught Mr. The Shire magic is actually the younger brother of Princess Metisha and Princess Tiamas, the previous King of Elves. Unfortunately, he died outside the Elemental Frontier thirty years ago."
The leaves rustled, like the footsteps of a hero who was leaving.
The Shire silently held up a blue card, showing this dazzling card of fate in front of Brando.
That was his life.
Hero of the Tower
Choose a Spell Card from your deck and put it into your hand, then discard a card. If you have three or more Spell Cards in your graveyard, banish The Shire of the Tower to Exile Hero of the Tower, then transfer him back to the battlefield under the control of his owner and convert him.
Convert.
The Shire of the Tower King
The Shire of the Tower King enters the battlefield with 5 mana counters.
Add 1 mana counter, reduce the power level of any target creature on the battlefield by 1 level. If the target's power level is lower than Elemental Power, destroy it. Reduce 3 mana counters. During this turn, you can cast any ability or spell card from your graveyard. If the card is to be placed into your graveyard this turn, shuffle it into your deck instead.
If this card has more than 20 mana counters, banish The Shire of the Tower to Exile Hero of the Tower, then transfer him back to the battlefield under the control of his owner and convert him into (Hero of the Tower). The Planeswalker gains a negative level ability when the Planeswalker attacks the target creature.
When The Shire of the Tower has 0 mana counters, banish The Shire of the Tower to Exile Hero of the Tower, then transfer him back to the battlefield under the control of his owner and convert him into (Hero of the Tower).
Cannot be destroyed.
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The cold winter fog shrouded Fort Brown Raven. The towering towers on both sides of the recently completed fort stood in the fog, monitoring the Fanzin Plain in the north. That place used to be the most prosperous area, but now it was deserted and dead. Suddenly, there was a rush of horse hooves in the foggy forest, breaking the silence of the early morning.
The soldiers on the tower hurriedly lowered the drawbridge. The iron chains clanked as the thick wooden planks hit the dry mud, kicking up a cloud of dust. A Knight came out of the fog. He pulled on the reins of his horse and dismounted outside the gate. His body was drenched in sweat and dew. The soldiers immediately went up to him, took over the reins, handed him a water bag, and brought over another horse.
The Knight did not stop. He did not even have time to drink water. He quickly jumped on the back of another horse. "Open the gate!" He shouted and went around in a small circle. The gate on the other side of the stronghold had already creaked open. He whipped his horse and rushed out from that direction, leaving only the back of his figure for everyone to see.
Such a scene was playing out in every fort north of Alcash.
It was not even the tenth month of the Year of Spring, but a piece of news had already spread in the north.
The Dusk Army in the north was recovering. Tens of millions of monsters were gathering in the Ten Cities, east of Eleranta, and the Ring of the World. They were heading south.
Outside the Elemental Frontier, the Buga mages who were monitoring the area also sent out messages.
The Dusk Dragon was awakening.
Five years later.
The last seal left by the Sage of the Earth had finally begun to loosen.
At the same time, on the highlands south of Erouine, the Karsuk people were welcoming a special celebration.
After three years of reconstruction, the area from Diez, Darlinjie to Silver Horse City had already formed a solid defense line. In order to prepare for the upcoming war, the civilians had already been evacuated. The Kalegos, who had lived here for generations, had also left their homeland for the first time to rebuild their new homes in Manoweir and Viero. Now, only soldiers from various countries, adventurers, mercenaries from all over the world, and Buga mages were left here. Of course, there were also merchants from the rear. These merchants had spontaneously transported goods from Lantonilan, Grinoires, and other places to prepare for the long-awaited Winter Solstice Festival.
This was the most traditional festival in Karsuk. In most areas of Erouine, there was also the custom of hunting and revelry on the Winter Solstice.
It could even be said to be an important symbol of the old year in this ancient kingdom.
Although the armies of different countries were left here, some of them came from different cultural areas. For example, the Wind Elves often fasted on the Winter Solstice to commemorate their heroes and sages who died in the War of the Holy Saints. But this year, at the end of the Year of Spring Dawn, everyone did not know if there was any meaning in living tomorrow. So, people put aside their differences and joined the ranks of Erouine to welcome the grand carnival.
After night fell, in many areas, bonfires were lit all night long. From afar, they looked like a series of stars, dotting the dark highlands. All food and drinks were freely available at the carnival. The streets were hung with colorful tassels and flags. People sang and danced to their hearts' content and wished each other well, hoping to survive the war. Knight from different areas even started a competition. At one point, it developed into a drunken riot, making the scene a mess. But people laughed, and when the drunken rioters sobered up, they shook hands with each other and left politely.
Most of the noble officers turned a blind eye to what was happening below. They pretended that they didn't see anything. That was because there was also a banquet going on in the castle. People were toasting each other, and words of hope for victory could be heard everywhere. The only thing that was a little disappointing was that there weren't any beautiful and delicate noble ladies to liven things up. There were only a bunch of burly old men in the castle.
But people also understood that the so-called carnival was just a ritual to boost morale and vent the depression in their hearts. They knew that perhaps the moment the sun rose tomorrow, when everyone put down their wine glasses, they might have to abandon everything and set foot on the battlefield of life and death.
And that day was not too far away.
This was Erouine's last New Year. Perhaps it would also be the last New Year of this era.
On the streets that were filled with a festive atmosphere, a pair of bright eyes observed everything with interest in the darkness. Then the merchant lady stood up and left two gold coins on the table. She thought for a moment and took one back. Then she walked into the crowd with her hands behind her back.
She would remember this interesting memory.
In her long life, this might be a rather interesting experience.
But all of this would come to an end.
The Roman chuckled softly.
On the faraway city wall, the soldiers on duty were sounding the alarm.
But it was not the arrival of the Dusk army.
Instead, a vast expanse of white fog appeared on the horizon. The fluorescent fog was so conspicuous under the night sky.
The allied army of the Earth Legion and the Silver Elves finally retreated here.
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"Found it!"
A surprised cry came from the dark abyss.
Solomon and the Dwarf King Califen both looked down. Although the huge explosion a few years ago had completely changed the terrain of the Deathfrost Forest, creating a huge rift valley in the north of the Falling Needle Hills. It was even said that across the Tranquil Wind Mountain Range, seawater poured into the rift from the north, forming several connected saltwater lakes and wetlands.
One could imagine that under the erosion of the tidal force, this old appearance would completely disappear in a few years, becoming a new coastline north of Vallenden that faced the Dark Star Sea.
But fortunately, they still had time to find the stone tablet before all of this changed.
Frost Chant Cinna emitted a deep radiance in the darkness.
A few Knights excitedly climbed up the stone tablet from below. It was a rather simple and unique stone tablet, and it was also the last piece of the puzzle of the seven stone tablets.
"Finally, before everything," the Dwarf King Califen could not help but let out a long sigh, "I hope it's not too late. Lady Martha bless us, let this last hope really come true!"
Solomon nodded.
Behind him, Akani had already ordered the Knights, "Immediately bring it to the Abies Territory and find the Flame King. Also, help us pass a message to the Flame King —"
"My Lord?"
Ajani turned her head and met Solomon's eyes, their silver eyes exchanging a look. In the end, the Mage King nodded his head, and the Dwarf King Califen also heavily placed his warhammer on the ground. Without waiting for the Queen of Silver Fire to speak again, he replied in a gruff voice, "That's right.
"Tell His Excellency Flame King that everything has been prepared, and everyone is in their positions — —"
"Go and tell him that the war is imminent."
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