The world called him the Silver Storm.
He was one of the twelve leaders of the male wizards in Derora. His name spread across the land before Erouine was established, and his legend was even older than the songs of the bards.
Even the monarchs of the mortal world would tremble in front of him, and even the Four Great Temples would have no choice but to retreat in the face of this white-haired old man. He was at the peak of the Silver Mountain, and in front of his pride, even giant dragons would have to bow their heads.
If there was such a person, his name would be William Pist.
The image of this archmage was depicted in folk prints. In the print, he wore a silver robe with wavy edges and held the scepter 'Draka', which meant 'ruler of the sky' in the runic language. He read the twelve rules of Buga to the monks in the Sacred Palace of the Lionheart. Today, he appeared alive in front of everyone.
Makarov and everyone else froze. To the nobles of Aouine, the Kirrlutz Empire's Emperor was someone of the highest status. It could be said that he was someone who made people hold their breaths. But William Pist was an existence that only existed in storybooks and legends.
In the Year of Revelation (Chaos 1517), the Sacred Palace of Light threatened the male wizards to not participate in the Holy War. Although the Bugas were isolationists, the threat of mortals angered them. Three months later, in the war of the Month of Flowing Fire, the Bugas retaliated with three floating cities.
The folk engravings depicted the result of that battle. The silver storm engulfed the White Book Knights, the highest combat power of the Templar. One person killed his way into the Sacred Palace of the Lionheart and read the twelve articles of the Bugas to the Seventh Pope, forcing Farnezain to bow his head and admit his mistake.
The deterrence of that battle remained in everyone's hearts for a long time, and it lasted until today.
"I didn't expect it to be you, Master William." Brando stood up and smiled bitterly, as if he was the only one left who could speak. He joked, "This is really unexpected. Hasn't the Silver Candle been monitoring the movements in the wilderness south of Madara? I thought the wizards wouldn't be so free."
William stopped and gave him a deep look. Then, he smiled and said, "My young friend Brando, it seems like you know a lot about the sky above Wohnde. My pedantic subordinates still think that mortals know little about them, so they can maintain their ridiculous sense of mystery."
The Buga Mages were arrogant, and they claimed to be the overseers and controllers of Wohnde's skies. The runic staff in William's hand was a symbol of one of the highest powers in the Silver Alliance, the Mysterious Staff Draka. Its fundamental meaning was the authority to rule the skies.
Mortals could not touch the sky, so naturally, they would not rashly offend the people of the Silver Clan. Perhaps the dragons would have some complaints about this, but this naturally lazy race would not necessarily go to Roland's door to denounce him for a mere title.
Besides, the Silver Folk were not afraid of them.
"To mortals, you are indeed very mysterious." Brando replied with a smile, "It's just that I happen to know more about the Magus World. I've heard that the Silver Candle Society has built a fortress south of Erouine for surveillance purposes. It's called Naioci, right? Are you planning to make a move against Madara? "
"You little fellow, you don't have to beat around the bush to get information out of me. The Silver Folk will not intervene in mortal wars. We are monitoring other things. Besides, those skeletons may not be a problem for you. " In response to Brando's probing, William was not really angry. Instead, he smiled slightly and answered directly, "… The reason I'm here this time is only because you've unearthed something incredible."
At the mention of the Azure Lance, Brando also quieted down. Something incredible, the Holy Lance of Heaven was indeed one of them. The Azure Knight used the artifact to shatter the heavens. The people and even the players had always thought that it was just a legend, but who would have thought that it really existed in the world?
But Brando knew better than anyone else present that the leader of the Derora Mages was probably not here because he was interested in the Azure Lance itself.
Sure enough, William continued, "But I'm more concerned about the reason for its appearance. The Mercury Staff … Forget it, and the reaction you've caused. The appearance of ancient artifacts one by one on the earth has already attracted the attention of many people. "
Brando listened silently, because he understood that the future era of turmoil was coming. Starting from the rise of Madara, Wohnde would be plunged into an era of long-term war.
Everything he did in the Loop of Trade Winds was to prepare for the coming war. Many people, including the princess's followers, were quite critical of the compromise they made with the eldest prince this time, but Brando appreciated it very much.
Her Royal Highness, like him, seemed to have seen the rolling clouds of war at the edge of the sky.
If one only focused on the civil war in front of them, Erouine would be completely overturned in the coming storm. This was the lesson of history, and Brando certainly would not repeat it.
"Huh?" William seemed to have seen through Brando's thoughts and asked with some surprise, "Little fellow, do you know something?"
Brando glanced at William. This was his second meeting with the silver-robed leader of the Great Mages. In his past impression, the leader of the Derora Mages, the Silver Storm, was an image of an incomparably majestic NPC, but in his actual experience, William Pist left him with the impression of a very kind elder.
Although they did not know each other before, this Great Mage leader had been of great help to him. The last battle with Andesha, as well as the victory in the war of Ampere Seale this time, was also thanks to the help of Buni's cloak given by the other party.
Of course, Brando knew that William's feelings for his past friends and for Erouine were part of it, but he had always been a person who returned a favor, and was not used to owing people favors. In the future, the Bugas would also be involved in the protracted war. The slate war involved too many forces and was too complicated, and even the Silver Folk would suffer losses. Thinking of this, he raised his head and reminded.
"The Sacred War is coming, and the earth will be plunged into the clouds of war. At the same time, the Buga Mages should have observed the coming Great Mana Tide. Master William, the rise and fall of the Magic Tide has affected the ups and downs of Wohnde's history for thousands of years, and this time will be no exception. There must be signs before the era of chaos, and I think history is already sounding the alarm to the world. "
When Brando mentioned the Sacred War of the mortals, William did not take it seriously. The mortals and the Silver Folk were two different worlds, and except for the arrogant provocation in the Year of Revelation, the Sacred War between the four Holy Cathedrals and the Holy Cathedral of Earth had never affected Buga. But when the former mentioned the Great Mana Tide, the Great Mage leader's brows gradually furrowed.
"Brando, do you think Wohnde will repeat the history of the War of the Holy Saints?" He turned his head and asked seriously. He had also upgraded the way he addressed Brando from 'little guy' to his real name, which meant that at this moment, the Great Mage leader at least regarded Brando as an equal to himself in a certain sense.
The reason was simple. Regarding the coming Magic Tide itself, the astrologers of Buga had only recently realized that this Magic Tide was unusual. And just as Brando said, the rise and fall of the Magic Tide had affected the historical changes of the continent for thousands of years, and any sudden magical attack could completely change the course of Wohnde's history.
Even William had to think carefully about this.
"It might not necessarily be a repeat of history, it could also be a new danger." Brando thought for a moment and described it in a somewhat euphemistic manner.
"Haha," William suddenly laughed, "you sound like a witch from Bunosson when you say that." He suddenly saw the Roman beside Brando, and at first he was startled, then he realized something, "little guy, have you been studying astrology recently?"
Brando did not know whether to laugh or cry at William's joke. The old wizard probably thought that Brando was joking with him, but sometimes when you ambiguously described what would happen in the future, it really sounded like the prophecies of the witches, but if you were to say it directly, you would probably be treated as a fraud.
"The Dark Dragon has already died, but the Chaos at the border of civilization may be a problem," William continued.
Brando heard this sentence and his heart skipped a beat. It turned out that this was what the wizards of Buga were concerned about. The Silver Candle had built a sky fortress above the Sea of Eternal Darkness to monitor the border south of Erouine.
But it was a pity that they were looking in the wrong direction.
Brando recalled the history after the two Wars of the Black Rose. In the Year of Silver, the Pale Poem said that after three days and three nights, the Eternal Night would descend. The Law of Tiamat would be completely changed by the Magic Wave. The War Slate would surface on the surface of the water, the Calamity of Wolves would run rampant across the land, and the era of war would arrive.
But he could not say any of these things, and could only hope that William's words would be enough to attract enough attention.
This conversation could be said to be confusing to others, and only Princess Gryphine and Amandina who knew the inside story could understand a part of it. But the prediction of the future of the continent was not something that they could understand. In fact, with Brando's identity, this knowledge itself was somewhat extraordinary.
The nobles only cared about the benefits in front of them, and even Princess Gryphine only cared about the rise and fall of the Kingdom of Erouine. The survival of the continent and the changes of history were not things that mortals should be concerned about.
But fortunately, William did not seem to want to delve into this topic.
Makarov seemed to have finally reacted. From William's words, he could tell that this famous Great Wizard was here for something important. But he had never heard a word or two about this important thing from any party before today.
He looked at Princess Gryphine with dissatisfaction.
Princess Gryphine seemed to be prepared for this, and calmly replied, "Oberwei, Makarov, I did not ask you to come here today, and I will not hide it from you. But this is a matter of great importance, and you have to be careful. Please understand. "
Makarov slightly frowned when he heard this reply.
"Mortal, put away your dissatisfaction. She is right. For the miracle that you are about to see, your selfishness is but a speck of dust floating on top of a gem. "William suddenly glanced at them and coldly reminded them.
His words immediately made everyone fall silent out of fear.
The prestige of the leader of the Silver Alliance's Great Wizard was on full display.
Brando then ordered Babasha and the rest to teleport everyone into the underground ruins. They passed through a long tunnel, and this time, the Spider Queen seemed to have sensed William's presence. Like an animal's instinct, it allowed these uninvited guests to walk around in its tunnel without showing its head. This made Brando very depressed.
You have to understand the frustration of a player bringing along a high-level NPC to kill a BOSS, but the BOSS cunningly hides away.
The group did not move quickly in the dark.
Because they weren't in a state of escape like the last time, everyone was able to relax and carefully observe the surrounding scenery. The underground tunnel was filled with crisscrossing cracks. Some were man-made, while some were natural. The cracks spread in all directions, making the entire underground ruins look like a giant spider web.
From this point of view, it complemented the owner of this place.
Half an hour later, everyone finally arrived at the prayer room from the other day. The prayer room was still the same as that day, immersed in darkness. Even the magic circle was still intact on the ground.
William Pist only glanced at the magic circle and said softly, "This is the inheritance of the witches. They really have something to do with that thing. Rumor has it that the Miirnas brought it to the glacier, but in fact, the history of the witches is much earlier than the Miirnas. "
Among everyone, probably only Brando and the demoness Tania behind the Great Wizard understood this sentence, and the eyes of the white cat in the Roman's arms also flashed. The Great Wizard was talking about the history before the fall of Babel Fortress. This was related to which bloodline the Azure Knight had inherited.
The Great Wizard put his hand on the teleportation circle, then frowned and retracted it. "This magic circle is also a bloodline inheritance. It can almost be considered the strongest protective measure." He turned to look at Brando and asked, "But you should have prepared the countermeasures, right?"
"Of course." Brando turned back. "Sugar jar."
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