That afternoon, the Loop of Trade Winds had shaken the entire Green Tower.
But that wasn't necessarily a good thing.
The Druid Council became tense almost overnight, and the small town became turbulent. That night, the envoys from the Kirrlutz Empire visited the inn where the members of Aouine and the Holy Cathedral of Fire were staying. Privately, some groundless rumors began to spread.
There was a rumor that pointed out that the large-scale magic reaction in Chablis was due to the awakening of a legendary Holy Sword. It was said to be King Erik's Lionheart Sword, and the person who spread the rumor claimed that Aouine had already grasped the method to enter the Loop of Trade Winds to obtain the Holy Sword.
However, another rumor pointed out that the secret was in the hands of a young Erouine. This young man had gotten into a serious conflict with the Cruz Empire in the afternoon and was rescued by the Druids.
The second piece of news piqued the interest of the spies. The mighty Kirrlutz Empire actually suffered a loss at the hands of the Druids because of an Aouine citizen. The subtext of this was enough to make any busybody speculate.
At the same time, a Lion Mane Mercenary Group from the Barbarian Mountain Region received a piece of news. According to a legend in their hometown, the Halran Gaia that the Lion Mane Empire and the Dwarves fought over had reappeared in the world, and was witnessed to be in the hands of a young man.
Another rumor said that the Cruz Empire had gotten into a conflict with the young man to obtain the Halran Gaia.
More news quickly spread among the bars, and some even claimed that Aouine had already surrendered to the Holy Church. In short, all kinds of rumors spread like wildfire, and some of them were true and some were false. Perhaps not everyone believed them.
But sometimes, a conspiracy doesn't require you to truly believe it, because people are always willing to consciously pass on those strange messages.
In just one night, the Green Tower was filled with a restless aura due to the changes in the Loop of Trade Winds.
Brando didn't know about the changes in his surroundings because he had left the Green Tower the moment the Loop of Trade Winds changed and entered the Witherwood Council with two Great Druids.
At this moment, the Witherwood Council had received the exact information.
The Loop of Trade Winds had undergone a drastic change. A tunnel with a width of dozens of kilometers had opened up outside the cloud wall. For the first time, the Loop of Trade Winds had opened its door to travelers other than Druids.
However, no one knew what was happening in the center of the mountain range. Ever since the mist had retreated, the depths of the Kalanga Mountains had become a very dangerous area. The activity of magical creatures in the mist had become more frequent.
In fact, the Druids had already lost a few observation points.
The frontline was collapsing.
The situation seemed to have become tense.
There were at least a hundred elder-level druids gathered in the plaza where Goddess Niya was worshiping. The outer circle members who had turned into Grey Crows were perched on the branches nearby. The entire Witherwood Council was filled with a sense of nervousness as if a storm was about to come.
All the elites were deployed.
Brendel raised his head and looked at the dark red sky above the Green Tower. Countless crows were circling around the six ancient trees, and they were so dense that they almost covered half of the sky.
Looking down from this direction, there were even more druids draped in cloaks of grass climbing up the vines between the ancient trees. They almost formed a long green dragon that extended outwards.
Yes.
Tens of thousands of Druids were rushing over from the Dark Forest near the Green Tower. Naturally, this was a warning to everyone. A war was about to break out.
Victory or defeat, it all depended on this.
For the first time in a hundred years, the Druids of Southern Tónigel came out in full force.
"Everyone!"
"The daemons seem to have come out in full force." A druid elder's voice was as loud as thunder and lightning in a storm. "Our brothers and sisters at the frontline can't stop their attacks and are retreating."
"From the sky, the monsters in the forest look like a black ocean. The edge of the black ocean is flowing down the forest. It has already drowned the Circle of Thorns, the Wall of Roses, and the Ring of Storms." Another druid flew down from the tree and turned back into his human form from the gray crow, and said loudly.
"We will counterattack immediately!"
"We have to stop these magical creatures!"
"They will destroy all the observation points at the frontline. Our hundred years of hard work in the Black Forest will go to waste!" The Druids roared.
The Grand Elder knocked on the ground with his wooden staff. The crisp sound caused the chaotic scene to calm down.
"How many magical creatures are there?" The Grand Elder asked.
"Countless," the first Druid replied.
"Countless."
Brando stood behind the Grand Elder's back. No one noticed him for a while. He turned his gaze away from the blood-red sky and looked down at the city below the Green Tower.
The city seemed so far away from the Witherwood Council. All that was left was a dazzling light. Of course, he didn't know what was happening there, but the Druid's reply reminded him of something.
"Countless."
Brando looked up and saw a leaf falling from the sky. He caught it with his hand and turned it over. He watched as the leaf slowly drifted into the night.
It drifted into the endless black abyss below.
"My Lord," the Gray Crow Great Druid was dissatisfied with Brendel's absent-mindedness, "What do you think of the changes in the Loop of Trade Winds?"
"May I ask a question?" Brando raised his head and looked at the Druid.
At this time, the First Elder also happened to hear their conversation. He thought for a moment, rolled up his sleeve and took a step back, then nodded slightly to Brendel: "Please —"
The scene fell into silence. It was as if someone had just noticed the presence of a human.
"Who's that young man?"
"He seems to be a guest of the council."
"But he looks like a human."
"He seems to be Lady Sifrid's relative."
"I see." The Druids began to whisper among themselves.
But what is he doing here?
Brendel did not decline the Great Elder's gesture. Instead, he took a step forward and raised his head to look at the Druid Elder who had been reporting to him. "Where did the Magic Beasts come from?"
The Druid Great Druid was taken aback: "From the mist."
"Endless?"
"Endless."
"Uncountable?"
"Uncountable." The Druid Great Druid did not understand why Brando would ask such a question.
"The Demonic Wave," Brando answered with certainty. His memories seemed to overlap, and the experience of two different dimensions merged into one.
"Like the rising of the moon, the first Demonic Wave will last for seven long nights. The withering of the flower buds signifies the withering of life. The howling of the wolves under the moon signifies the arrival of a calamity. The first calamity of civilization is the Calamity of the Wolves."
"This is the Calamity of the Wolves," Brando answered: "The magical creatures you see are black wolves."
[Calamity of the Wolves.]
The Druids' faces changed as they began to discuss among themselves. The Calamity of the Wolves was said to be a calamity that would bring chaos to the world, but how could it be related to the changes in the Loop of Trade Winds?
"The changes in the Loop of Trade Winds are related to the Demonic Wave. The Calamity of the Wolves is just the beginning, but the beginning is equally fatal. The Demonic Wave will soon pass through here and sweep through the entire Loop of Trade Winds."
"Then they will hibernate until the true arrival of the Demonic Wave. Then they will return and bring destruction to the world."
As Brando spoke, his thoughts seemed to have returned to the exciting era in the game. The Demonic Wave brought about the beginning of chaos. The ancient empire was on the verge of collapse, and the flame of civilization was like a candle flickering in the wind.
This was the core of the second chapter, War and Chaos.
However, heroes appeared in Wohnde like stars, igniting sparks of fire that burned the land. He seemed to see flags struggling to move forward in the light of the fire — Valkyrie Freya, Duke Aranja, Running Wolf Walter, King of Fury Kainan. Heroes from different eras and races appeared one after another. They led the players and their people to break through the thorns in the darkness.
However, the longsword plowed through the blood-soaked ground, the flames burned away the pale thorns, and the blood-boiling battles seemed to have yet to extinguish the warmth in the chest. But as long as the warmth remained, the civilization would never fall.
Brando felt the glory of the past. It was the Calamity of Wolves that happened in the waning years of the Demonic Wave.
This was the Calamity of Wolves that happened at the beginning of the Year of Swords. The creatures that walked in the shadows would soon sweep through the Dark Forest and destroy all order in their path.
Brando did not experience this war, but he knew that someone else had, and he could empathize with it.
Then, the young lord turned his head and calmly asked, "Where are they going?"
No one knew.
But after a moment of silence, a gray crow descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the square. It turned into a young Druid. The young Druid looked at everyone and said with a serious expression.
"The Demonic Wave swept through the Wall of Roses and changed direction. They are heading for the Green Tower."
His voice echoed in the square.
The Druids fell silent.
This time, everyone understood the seriousness of the problem.
"Is there any way?" the Great Elder asked.
"Make sure that the Green Tower's Fire Seed doesn't go out and make sure that there are as many Fire Seeds as possible," Brando replied, "Apart from that, I want to enter the center of the Loop of Trade Winds."
"Right now?" Gray Crow glanced at him.
"Seven long nights. You will face the darkest aspect of the Power of Chaos. The Sun will no longer rise, that is the Eternal Night," Brando asked: "Can the Green Tower last until then?"
"This is the only way. Ignite the Sacred Flame of Valhalla," he replied.
'Valhalla.'
The Druids were stunned.
"Can you do it?" the Great Elder asked.
"I need help," Brando replied.
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