"Curious?"
"A small noble from the border who knows Échis, the alpha wolf, knows Dalastaire's spatial runic array, and even has the Sword of Earth and Mountains, a gift from the Dragon God —"
"The sword in your hand is the Azure Firmament, right?" The old man looked at Brando with his gray-green eyes and smiled wisely.
Brando's heart skipped a beat.
"Can't a small noble have these? That's prejudiced. "
"Sometimes you have to admit that prejudices are also an experience," William said with a smile. "But it seems like these are your secrets. Forgive me for being rude. If I apologize to you, you won't make things difficult for an old man like me, right? "
Brando couldn't help but smile at William's witty words. At least William's amiable attitude was much better than the arrogant Cruz people. Theoretically speaking, as the leader of the Silver Folk, he had more reason to look down on the Iron Folk.
But compared to the modesty and politeness of the wizards, the Cruz people were pathetic nouveau riche.
"Well, actually I'm more concerned about this." The old man looked up at the majestic stone door and shook his head. "Behind this door is definitely not the resting place of the Lionheart Sword. Everyone guessed wrong."
He turned around, his gray-green eyes flashing with a strange light. "But if I'm not wrong, you know what's behind this door, right?"
Brando didn't believe that William came here out of curiosity, but he still asked, "Wizard, what's the basic principle of magic?"
This question was as simple as eating and drinking to William. He answered without thinking, "It's the exchange of magic power and law."
"I've heard that the symbol of the Silver Union is a silver scale. Can you tell me the reason behind this, Sir Adept?"
William's eyes flashed. "An exchange of equal value. Good boy, I understand. What do you want?"
"Just do me a favor."
"I understand. You want me to help you stop that woman, right?" The old man looked at the other side of the valley. "It's a little troublesome, but it's not out of the question."
Brando nodded. He didn't doubt William's ability to guess his thoughts. The wizard leader's long life was not only wise, but also experienced enough to understand the truth of many things.
The old man smiled. "It's a difficult deal, but I think it's worth it. Now, can you tell me what's behind this door?"
"Valhalla," Brando answered.
William was a little startled. "You mean the ruins of the Goddess that the druids talked about?"
Brando nodded. He wasn't worried that the legendary wizard leader would meddle in this matter, because in most people's minds, Valhalla was a primitive flame. Obtaining this fire seed would immediately make one a lord of a region, but the attraction of this point was to stand on the side of power.
It didn't mean much to a wizard at the top.
Besides, Buga was an alliance of floating cities. The craftsmen of Buga didn't have any concept of territory, nor did they need it.
Moreover, in the camp of Order, this Great Wizard was on the same side as him.
"Legend has it that in the south of Erouine, there's a primitive flame left behind by Martha. I've only heard rumors about it, but I didn't expect it to be in the center of the Loop of Trade Winds." William looked at the majestic stone door and sighed. "Is it behind this door?"
Brando nodded.
"It's amazing." The old man turned his head. "But now I'm even more curious. This is a legend recorded in the secret texts of the druids. How did you know about it?"
Brando smiled but didn't answer.
"I understand. Is this a secret?"
Brando nodded.
At the same time, in the Green Tower's Withering Tree Council, the druids were bitterly waiting for the final moment to arrive. Outside the hall, lightning flashed and thunder roared. It was so frequent that it was as if it wasn't raining but thunder. Streaks of white lightning flashed through the rainy night, illuminating the faces of the druids.
The howling wolves had entered the upper levels of the Green Tower, and the battle was unfolding in the market area. The Centaurs and Tree Elves had lost the market the night before, but they took it back at noon yesterday. Both sides had engaged in a battle of vines and branches for more than ten hours.
The druids retreated because they didn't have enough soldiers.
The wolves seemed to be endless.
The hourglass in the center of the hall was turning for the last time. It would turn for about four hours each time, but to the druids, these four hours were the longest of their lives. They still had one last chance, but the road to destruction was clear.
Everyone was looking forward to it.
A few elite druids used thorny vines to block the roads leading to the city hall, but once the city hall fell, the Withering Tree Council would be the only place left for the Green Tower to defend.
Ordinary civilians who had fled from other areas gathered anxiously in the few remaining open spaces in the last area of the city. Adults hugged their children, and men comforted women. The air was filled with a suffocating tension and uneasiness. Only the sound of the rain could be heard.
In the Withering Tree Council.
At first, the druids in the hall were still discussing, but when the young druid beside the Great Elder turned the hourglass, the hall became eerily silent. Everyone seemed to have finished what they wanted to say or didn't know what to say. The discussion stopped.
"In a few hours, if that young human doesn't send back news, the Green Tower's Fire Seed will be extinguished." A voice in the hall said.
"Perhaps he's already dead."
"I object. The Fire Seed is still shining. That's Fire Seed, I recognize it."
Everyone couldn't help but look behind the rain. In the darkness, there was only a faint green beam of light that pierced through the rain and into the clouds.
"But the beam of light hasn't moved for a long time. Perhaps they're in trouble. Even if they leave now, they won't be able to reach the center of the Loop of Trade Winds in a few hours."
The buzzing of discussion once again sounded, but because of this sentence, the uneasiness in everyone's heart seemed to have been pointed out. Even the stooped Great Elder frowned. But at this moment, a voice came from outside the hall.
"Perhaps that young human isn't dead yet. He's already here."
Everyone turned around in surprise and saw a tall figure walking out of the rain. He took off his wet clothes and revealed a rugged face. It was the Great Druid Andrew who had yet to return from the Loop of Storms.
"Andrew, you're back? We thought you'd returned to the embrace of the forest."
"When the Calamity of Wolves happened, I was behind the Pass of Wolves, so I escaped," Andrew replied. "When I realized that something was wrong, I turned into a raven and patrolled the forest. Only then did I realize that something had happened. I wasn't sure then, but now I can confirm that the young human isn't lying.
This time, the Demonic Wave is different. "
"Yes," the Great Elder nodded and looked at Andrew, "But you must have discovered something else since you've stayed in the forest until now." Andrew's sudden appearance brought confidence to everyone, but in such a situation, it was still not easy. They were eager to get something from the latter.
They wanted to hear more good news, so they focused their attention on the Great Druid.
Andrew nodded. "I wandered around the forest for a period of time to investigate the scale of the Calamity of Wolves. But I don't think I need to repeat myself. Everyone has seen it. It's just that I met Quinn in the forest and learned a few things from him. "
"You met that young human?" Everyone was shocked.
"No, I said I met Quinn and saved a few human nobles along the way, but I didn't meet the Lord."
"What's going on?" Someone immediately asked, "Aren't they together?"
"They seem to have met with some trouble. The Lord has left alone and is heading to the center of the Loop of Trade Winds."
"Alone?" The Great Elder frowned, "Then are you sure he's already at the center of the Loop of Trade Winds?"
"No, I'm not," Andrew shrugged, "I came back to report the news because your guesses were wrong. There are a few descendants of Fenrir who have the ability to fly. If I didn't come back, I'm afraid I'd be in trouble. "
The hall fell silent.
"Descendants of the Demonic Wolves …" The Great Elder's brows furrowed.
"We have to prepare our defenses. If the Demonic Wolves with the ability to fly invade from the sky, the city hall's defenses will be in danger." Someone immediately reacted. However, his order did not receive any response. Everyone was more or less wavering.
That young human was nowhere to be found. Was there any meaning in making a final struggle? It would be better to let those young humans with potential turn into ravens and fly away. There were not many descendants of Fenrir who could fly yet.
At this moment, another voice came from outside the hall.
"I wonder if everyone is still in the mood to meet a guest at this time?"
Guest?
What guest would there be at this time? Everyone was stunned. "If it's a guest, please come in." The Great Elder calmed himself down and spoke loudly.
Tulman parted the curtain of rain and walked in. He held a silver staff with six runes revolving around it and smiled at everyone. The scholar stood there calmly, as if the Calamity of Wolves did not exist. Perhaps, it made people feel that this person did not fit in with this world. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to www.qidian.com, there are more chapters. Support the author, support the original reading!)
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