After Tulman walked in, everyone fell silent.
"A wizard from Buga?"
"No, I'm here on behalf of Erouine," Tulman replied.
"What do you mean?" The Great Elder frowned.
"As long as the Witherwood Council survives, it's only a matter of time before the Green Tower is rebuilt. The Mana Wave is only temporary. A stable order can only be built after a long period of struggle and repeated failures. "
"Are you going to help us?" Someone asked.
Tulman shook his head and spoke bluntly: "Let's just say that Erouine needs a stable defensive line in the south. If the druids of the Loop of Trade Winds are wiped out, the Dark Forest will spread to my homeland. Erouine can no longer afford to lose the south of Ampere Seale."
"So you're going to stay and help us defend against the Calamity of Wolves?"
"No, my abilities are limited. I can only take you with me," Tulman smiled. "I've already drawn the magic circle. It's in the inn where I'm staying. Of course, setting up a magic circle in the room without the owner's permission is a little rude. I'll apologize for that later. However, I'm afraid that I won't be able to do that.
Now, what do you think of my suggestion? "
Leave? Everyone fell silent. Leaving the Green Tower immediately meant giving up on it. Although it was only a matter of time before the Green Tower was rebuilt, they couldn't bear the thought of losing hundreds of years of hard work. How would they face the spirits of their ancestors if they did that? It would be better for them to die in this battle.
It would be better for them to die in this battle.
However, this Silver Union adept was right. Giving up now was not the same as giving up forever. As such, there were still some who were tempted.
"How many people can you take with you?" The Great Elder asked calmly.
"A hundred, no more." Tulman replied.
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. They were shocked by the Great Wizard's strength, but it also meant that other than these hundred people, the rest of them could only wait for death. If everyone could die, then there would be nothing to say. However, if some of them could survive, it would be too cruel.
For others, it would be too cruel.
Everyone had a reason to live. What right did the rest of them have to choose who they wanted to live on?
The hall was so silent that one could hear a pin drop.
Finally, someone made the final decision. "Let the young people leave. They are the hope of the future."
Even though the Druids had sent away most of the elderly and children, they had left behind many talented youths. This was to ensure that the Green Tower's remaining forces would remain intact. Everyone knew that as long as the elites were transferred away, the city hall's defensive line would be riddled with holes like a leaky wall.
。 Even so, Tulman still said:
"Young people are not enough. They also need experienced people to guide them. You don't want them to repeat your past mistakes, do you? It's best if there are one or two Elders in this team. That way, the Green Tower can be rebuilt quickly. "
The hall fell silent again. Everyone looked at the Great Elder. However, the Great Elder said, "Let me remind you all. Don't forget that we have an agreement with that young lord from the human world."
Everyone was stunned. They didn't expect the Great Elder to suddenly say such words. Only Andrew looked at the stooped old man who was much shorter than everyone else in the room with admiration. He slightly puffed out his chest, as if he was infected by the words and felt a little proud. It was a kind of arrogance.
The Great Elder's words represented the Druids' beliefs. Even though they were alone in the Dark Forest and were not known to outsiders, it was only to uphold the oath they had made a thousand years ago.
A true Druid would never forget their oath.
When the Golden Bloodline was lost to the land, when the Silver Bloodline was lost, when the descendants of the Four Wise Ones were corrupted, and when the land was plunged into the flames of war and pain. Only the Druids would forever stand on the frontlines to protect the order of the world because of their sacred oath with Martha.
Because they would never lose their oath.
"I also object." A crisp voice spoke up. Everyone turned around and saw a young girl with a tense expression standing in the middle of the crowd. Sifrid: "We have an agreement with Brother Brando, and we must abide by it. If we abandon it today, then we will.
One day, we will also abandon everything that we have been holding on to. "
The hall fell silent for a moment.
Tulman clapped his hands lightly: "Well said."
"Mister Wizard, this doesn't seem to be in line with your position, does it?" Andro questioned.
"I stand on what I believe to be right," Tulman smiled: "But that does not stop me from appreciating other people's positions. Right and wrong are relative, but those who stand firm are worthy of my respect."
"But then again, what will you choose now?" He continued to ask.
"I will stay here." Sifrid was the first to speak up. Her expression was so resolute that it did not seem like a young girl's.
"Why don't you listen to the opinions of the others first, little girl. You must be cautious when it comes to important matters." Tulman replied.
"You know me?"
"I've heard some rumors." The Scholar did not mince her words.
"But I'm only representing myself." Sifrid frowned.
"But little girl, because of your position, your words will decide the fate of many people. Do you understand?"
"That's too sly of you!"
Tulman smiled, but the Grand Elder stopped him from speaking: "Mister Wizard, let's get back to the topic. Sifrid is still young, and it is not a bad thing for her to preserve her innocence and kindness."
Tulman nodded: "So, what is the Grand Elder's answer to me?"
The old man's back was hunched, and he appeared to be hesitant. Sifrid stood beside him and pursed her lips tightly. She stared at Tulman as if he was an enemy. She instinctively felt that this mysterious old man's intentions were not good for her brother Brando. If the Druids gave up, then what about Hazen?
What about her brother Brando in the forest?
However, Tulman also blocked her words, making her unable to open her mouth.
Most of the other Druids also kept their mouths shut and looked at the Grand Elder and the other Druids with inquiring eyes. Everyone's opinions were different, and even their hearts were wavering. On one hand, it was giving up on the possibility of the future. On the other hand, it was giving up on the promise. It was fine to keep the promise.
But wouldn't it be pedantic to go against the will of the Order for the sake of a promise?
"Lady Martha, please enlighten us on what we should do —"
Many of them could not help but have such thoughts.
At this moment, a bright flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, illuminating everyone's faces. At this moment, a trembling voice cried out: "The runestone is moving!"
Everyone's eyes turned to the center of the hall. There was a huge magic formation there, and the runestone at the center of the formation was suddenly activated. Green light flowed across the surface of the runestone, drawing out a mysterious pattern. Then, the entire magic formation lit up.
The Druids and high-ranked Druids around the formation began to channel their mana into the runestone.
"Storm in the sky, in the name of Dalastaire, heed our call!"
Tulman was startled when he saw this scene: "This is …?"
The huge magic formation was already activated. Green light pierced through the clouds and intersected with the coordinates a hundred miles away. Then, a blurry figure flashed across the magic formation. It was Brando. The scholar from Silverhold raised his eyebrows when he saw the young man. Then he saw Bran.
William was even more surprised when he saw Brendel.
"Thank the heavens, it seems that Mother Marsha has not forgotten about this insignificant existence of mine. This Magic Formation can still be used —" Brendel stood on the other side of the light, his voice was a little distorted, and the moment he spoke, people could not help but frown. What did he mean by 'Seems that Mother Marsha has not forgotten about this insignificant existence of mine'?
This magic formation can still be used? '? But his next words made the Druids forget about their slight disrespect towards Lady Martha and their magic.
"Elders, I have good news for you. I have found the entrance to Valhalla. Next, I'll have to trouble you to send Sifrid over. We're just one step away from victory. "
Everyone in the hall heaved a sigh of relief.
Tulman raised an eyebrow when he heard about Valhalla. He wanted to say something, but William, who was standing behind Brando, signalled him with his eyes. The Scholar smiled faintly and immediately shut his mouth. Only the Grand Elder was able to maintain his composure. He took a deep breath and asked: "About time."
"How long will it take?"
"I'm not sure," Brando shook his head: "No one has tried it before, but I'm afraid it won't be easy to open the door."
Even though it was expected, the Druids still frowned.
"You only have four hours, young man." At this moment, Tulman finally spoke. He looked at the others and asked, "In such a short time, can you guarantee that you can overcome all difficulties and save this city from the Calamity of Wolves?"
"Of course Brother Brando can!"
Sifrid stood up and said. She could not tolerate Tulman questioning Brando in front of everyone.
But Tulman did not care about the girl's words and only looked at Brendel. The latter was startled when he saw Tulman standing in the middle of the crowd. He was shocked and blurted out: "Grandmaster Tulman, why are you here?" Brendel suddenly realized something and immediately shut his mouth, but Tulman was already smiling with an 'I understand' expression: "Looks like you've known me for a long time. Then I won't hold it against you about the little joke you played with me last time. Why don't you answer my question first?"
Brando raised an eyebrow nonchalantly. He knew that Tulman would not really come looking for trouble with him. (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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