Dang, dang, dang. Bells rang rapidly in the Lion Palace, and the monks of the Holy Church swarmed out, stepping barefoot on the white marble, and came to the Ironheart Square. Above the city of Leo, clouds gathered, and rolling dark clouds were pressing down from the sky.
The Great Mana Tide was just as Brando had expected. From the Ten Cities to the Shining Sea, from the Mech Realm of the Hazel people to the Hanging Cloud Mountains in the far east, the surge of the Mana Tide alarmed everyone.
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up in surprise. An obscure blue was crossing the dark sky, shining like the first light of dawn, and piercing through the clouds like a curved arc, crossing half the sky and piercing the canopy overhead.
The Astrologers of Wohnde were terrified at this moment. The Sea of Mana was roaring violently, and every saint who hid in the prayer room and prayed devoutly to their god could not calm the turmoil in their hearts.
Dark clouds covered the light of the stars and the moon, and darkness passed over the mountains, plains, shining lakes, and rolling forests. From west to east, the pillars of order in every Holy Church on the vast land of Wohnde lit up one by one.
Martha's Law of Tiamat issued a warning to everyone, heralding the coming of an era of chaos.
On the Ironheart Square, the lofty bishops looked up at the dramatic changes in the sky with an indescribable expression on their faces. Some people were whispering, but more people had begun to turn around.
"Go to the Sublime Hall, ignite the Crystal of Order, and send an announcement to the other Holy Churches —"
The loud voice passed through the square, and the first drizzle drifted down from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the temperature had dropped sharply. Everyone turned back, and behind them, the bells in the city were ringing.
And across the sea, the Bugas floated in the sky, and dozens of cities were flying slowly above the clouds. In the darkness, lightning occasionally illuminated the silver spires of the towers.
In Onais, the Astrologers walked out of their White Tower one by one. Those archmages in white robes and holding long scrolls, even if they could not see, could still feel the changes in the world's order.
The huge magic circle of Tiamat was changing its orbit.
The entire world rumbled.
In the distant Heavenly Realm, in the depths of the sea of clouds, lightning would occasionally fall, like a winding flame that lit up the pitch-black sea. The pale electric light passed through the attic window with a strong foreign style, casting the shadow of the craftsmanship patterns on his thin and long cheeks. William held the wizard's chess piece and seemed to be in deep thought. His face was pale.
He sat upon the throne of the Twelve Protector Kings, the throne behind him like an elongated shadow. The pointed back of the throne, which symbolized supreme knowledge, extended infinitely toward the vault in this environment, brimming with mysterious majesty.
The old mage remained motionless like a statue. His deep gaze was fixated on the arched hall that towered like the vault of heaven below the handrail. The depths of his eyes were like the restless sea of magic at this moment, containing an endless fog. The great wizards in silver robes passed through the empty corridor one after another. They passed through the heavy curtains hanging from the arched beams, passed through the hall, and came under the gaze of three hundred and twenty pairs of eyes.
They raised their heads. Above them, the members of the Silver Union were no longer sleepy like they usually were. Instead, they were all frowning.
There were no whispers, no whispers. The air was filled with an ominous aura.
"Citizens of Buga, great wizards, salute knowledge, salute the truth!"
A voice reverberated in the hall, echoing repeatedly, but then roaring angrily. A wizard in a white robe held a parchment scroll in his hand. He raised his head like a lion and questioned everyone.
"Today, who foresaw all of this and concealed the truth?"
"We demand an answer."
"Is this the sign of 'destruction and new life' in the prophecy, or is it the sea of magic showing its anger once every few decades? The borders of Tiamat have long been unable to suppress the rising and violent power. The archivists and the Silver Candle Association have sensed the arrival of a great change from every subtle sign on the one thousand and four hundred nodes! "
"But what about our Senate? The Senators are still sleepy. Where is the Eye of the Revelator? Where are the Scepters of the Tenth Realm? "
The wizard waved his fist powerfully, like a challenge. "Since the War of the Holy Saints, the reaction of the Bugas of the Silver Folk has been slow day after day, like those arrogant reptiles. This alliance is aging, and only a new spirit can reinvigorate it!"
"Change is coming. Are we going to miss the opportunity again? The Silver Elves have appeared, and according to that ancient language, we should also ask for self-cleansing and reformation! "
"I plead —"
"Initiate arbitration —!" More voices shouted, and the hall buzzed for a moment.
The distorted face seemed to be deformed by excessive anger. The silver-haired, kind-looking old man withdrew his gaze from the overly exaggerated face below. He glanced at the members who were looking at each other and could not help but throw the queen in his hand onto the chessboard.
With a clang, the chessboard seemed to come alive. The black and white grids turned into a swamp, sinking William's bishop into it and slowly swallowing it.
"Those fellows are getting worse and worse, Isaac's disciples and grand-disciples." The old man's face was full of bored disdain, but if he didn't speak, if he didn't sit on the throne of the Twelve Protector Kings, and if he didn't wear the distinctive purple robe with the lightning symbol, who would have guessed that this old wizard who looked like a human old man was the King of Knowledge, Solomon, the leader of the Twelve Magi of the Silver School?
In his most glorious era, his voice was the truth, his actions were the law, and he was the ultimate symbol of power and knowledge on the earth. Mortals thought that he had long become a god, but he was still Solomon, the Silver Folk, the most powerful person on the Bugas' pillar.
For the rest of his life, Solomon considered himself to be only a wizard.
"Better said than sung, isn't that the guy's usual style, haha. Let them be, the Floss Faction wants to have more influence on the course of the world. 'With great power comes great responsibility', isn't that their slogan? " William had a smile on his face, and the chess piece in his hand moved erratically, "Of course, actually they are not wrong, this is their responsibility, leave it to them, they are just a bunch of juniors —"
The old wizard knocked the chess piece in his hand on the table, and the chessboard and chess pieces suddenly turned into a pool of silver liquid. This pool of liquid shook on the table, as if it was afraid of William, and quickly flowed down from the table to the ground, escaping into the darkness.
The old man raised his long eyebrows and laughed, "But the Silver Elves are not to be trifled with, we just have to take care of our own affairs."
But his eyebrows knitted together as he said this, and there was a hint of coldness in his old and wise eyes; he pursed his lips and added seriously, "But we have to distinguish between friend and foe, if some opportunistic people think that they can seize the opportunity to hold the Senate hostage, they will get what they deserve. The Alliance of Nettas was established by the wizards by pressing their hands on the Book of Knowledge, knowledge and power have never been separated, the law is to maintain order, but in the end, it is the sanction of the minority against the majority, and no one can question the authority of the Silver Alliance. "
The old man with silver hair was indifferent to these words, he frowned and stared at the few remaining chess pieces on the table, lightning leaped on the clouds outside the window, illuminating his face two or three times, and the fine wrinkles on his forehead. Finally, Solomon raised his snow-white eyebrows, looked up, and said angrily, "No, you should have lost this game, William."
"No, how could it be!" William innocently raised his eyebrows, as if he was still a child, and denied, "I still have some tricks up my sleeve."
Solomon narrowed his eyes and stared at his old friend.
"Come on, old friend, you see, playing chess is just a way for mortals to pass the time, we have already wasted too much time on it. You and I have both passed the age of arguing about victory and defeat. Everything is orderly and chaotic, but in the end, it all comes back to one. In some ways, those fellows of All For One are not wrong, but they do not understand that everything has its own meaning of existence. The course of the world is fixed, and any change by the hands of others will break the original balance. There is no wrong, and there is no right, everything is just going with the flow. "The old mage hurriedly laughed, diverting the topic.
"Hmph," Solomon saw that his old friend showed weakness, and did not continue on this topic, "But thanks to you and Tulman, we discovered the abnormality of the Sea of Magic in the Loop of Trade Winds in time, otherwise this time we would have been caught by those fellows. Although the Council of Elders will not be shaken, it will inevitably be awkward — the Law of Tiamat also has imperfections, the mortals can only count on Martha, and we can only count on ourselves. "
But he raised his head again and asked, "But what I really want to ask is, what is the master of the Mithril Fortress planning to do now?"
"Tulman?" The face of a young man suddenly appeared in William's mind, "He is still staying in Erouine, you know, human emotions are a wonderful thing, homeland, country, family, and friendship, Tulman's life in the mortal world has more or less changed him, he is probably planning to help that small country."
As William spoke, he turned around, and a bolt of lightning fell, the fire of the lightning reflected in his eyes.
"It's not good to say it too easily, old friend. Even the Silver Folk have emotions, it's just that they don't show it that much. " Solomon crossed his arms and replied, "But your motives shouldn't be that simple, right? Other than the Azure Lance, did you discover something else?"
"It's not really a discovery, discovery is a very serious word. It should be said that I met an interesting little fellow by chance, it reminded me of an old friend, ah — you're right, the Silver Folk have emotions too. " William smiled slightly, "I met that old friend when I passed through Erouine in my early years, it's a pity that human life is too short."
"Yes, whether it's the ambition of a lion, or the firm and enduring faith of a white oak, in the human world, it will eventually be gradually forgotten with the passage of time. Only the Law is different, because things that rely on emotions are fragile, only the truth is consistent. "Solomon replied indifferently, but with the unique pride of the Silver Folk.
"It's a little in line with your style, but we can't help but be swayed by emotions, just like I asked you to do. During the time I'm gone, it's best not to let the Radicals win too much support, I suspect there will be a war, but neither the Bugas nor the Silver Elves are ready yet. "
Solomon did not answer, but just put away the chess pieces on the table, even as William straightened up beside him.
In the storm outside the window, in the midst of lightning and thunder, William stretched out his hand, and the staff immediately flew from the corner and landed firmly in his hand.
Solomon then asked, "I haven't asked yet, where are you going, and at this time?"
The old mage pulled on his hat, the shadow of the wizard's hat covering his face, only revealing the long silver beard below, "I feel a little displacement in one of the monitoring nodes, if I'm not wrong, maybe something interesting will happen."
"Ah, I see."
Solomon raised an eyebrow.
The following speech was at its most intense moment, but unfortunately, the listeners were distracted.
…
Dark clouds filled the sky, from the Gray Bay to The Shire Road, it was already raining heavily. Fortunately, the people of The Shire of Roe had already considered this when they built the city, and built perfect drainage facilities on both sides of the road. Every year after midsummer, the rain clouds would come from the Sea of Eternal Death, and would be blocked by the Hanging Cloud Mountains, gathering into rain and slowly falling. But this year, the rain was especially plentiful, and the mountain torrents had already destroyed many bridges. A group of Knights rushed out of the rain, and moved forward on the muddy path in the mountains with difficulty.
In the heavy rain, the men and horses were all draped in sky blue battle robes. The emblem on the battle robes was the pattern of a nine-headed snake, and most of the Knights were also wearing elf-style battle armor. Under the pointed helmets, pointed ears and light green hair were exposed, proving their identity.
"Lord Marquis, it's just in front." A loud voice shouted, but it was almost drowned out by the sound of the rain.
"Did any of you see clearly what it was?" The only tall elf in the group turned around on the back of his horse, his elven chainmail rattling, but he did not care about these details, and only used a serious tone to ask. The style of his armor was very exquisite, and light green magic seemed to be flowing on the surface of the armor, preventing the rainwater from entering.
The tall elf turned his head and looked at his followers. His face was solemn, but he was very handsome, and his sky blue eyes contained uneasiness and worry.
"A ball of fire, Lord. That was Sarah's Tear."
The Knight stood in the rain, looking at each other. They did not know what this lord from the Central Province was worried about. Wasn't it just a meteorite? The mortals on the ground thought that meteorites and shooting stars were the tears of the dragons in the sky, and only a few witches thought that it was an omen of misfortune.
However, most of the crystallized meteorites came from the Sea of Magic, and when a burning meteorite passed through the sky above the forest, it would sometimes cause a mountain fire. But the meteorite itself contained a large amount of magic crystals, which was a huge fortune, and every Knight's heart was burning.
But the tall elf did not answer. The world paid attention to these minor details, but few people noticed that since the Year of Flowers and Summer Leaves, the number of Sarah's Tear had increased.
In The County of Roe alone, there were more than thirty sightings.
He remembered the data displayed in the file. Those numbers were meaningless in the eyes of an ordinary person, but in the eyes of a person of his status, they were like sharp blades inserted into the map, shining with a frightening cold light.
The law of Tiamat was weakening.
But how could this be?
Marquis Stoffen turned his head and stared at the surging magic tide in the sky. The blue sky was like an arc of light reflected in his eyelids, but the light seemed a little deep. The Knight around him did not know his true identity at all. The country people only thought that nobles like him from the Central Province were greedy and afraid of death, but they did not know that he was the Night Song Knight of the Holy Cathedral of Wind Empress. It was ridiculous.
The border of Saint-ausol was becoming more and more unstable. Unfortunately, most of the nobles of the Elven Court still stubbornly believed that it was just the disturbance of the undead, but Madara did not have the energy to start two wars at the same time.
He had a faint feeling that things were not that simple.
The report of seven months clearly indicated that the number of monsters at the border was increasing. To be precise, they were reproducing at an alarming rate. Lords from all over the country reported dozens of attacks, but they were deliberately concealed by the people below who pretended to be peaceful.
These tricks could be hidden from the Elven Court, but not from the secret Knight of the Holy Cathedral. The priests had mentioned more than once that the Great Demonic Wave might just be a sign, and he, like the Summer King Shaglifen, suspected another possibility.
"I hope there is good news from Fanzin. The Holy Cathedral of Fire is really becoming more and more depraved. They are actually stuck in the mire of a small Erouine."
Stoffen silently hid these thoughts in his heart. He glanced at his temporary followers who had a look of indifference on their faces, turned around and pulled out his sword. The blade of the sword shone in the rain, "Be careful of the monsters in the forest. Let's continue forward."
The Knight responded in unison and turned to move forward.
But only Marquis Stoffen's heart was still shrouded in a shadow. He looked up in front of him. The dark forest was like a giant mouth that swallowed everything.
In the heavy rain, he shivered.
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(PS: Those in the group today should know that I'm outside attending someone's wedding. Sigh, I shouldn't have gone. I started typing this chapter when I came back, and it messed up my schedule, but it feels good. I could have written a little more, but I looked at the time and decided not to. I'm now adjusting my work and rest schedule so that I can write regularly and update regularly in the future. That's it for today. I'll put up the 10,000-word chapter tomorrow before five o 'clock.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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