(Here comes Harmony.)
"Great Migration?" There was a hint of suspicion in Brendel's dark brown eyes. He seemed to have established a little impression of this term in his mind. After thinking about it a few times, he finally remembered that after the Second Era, there was a tragic war between the Dark Elves and the Demons. The Underground Dwarves called it the 'War of the Grey Wilderness'. This war for survival and destruction eventually spread to the upper regions of Jorgendy Ridge, causing the entire Underground World's inhabitants to migrate upwards. Jorgendy Ridge was not a player's kingdom. Regarding this war that was far away from the mortal world, the surface world had very little information about it. Even until a long time after the war had begun, the players had only heard a few words about it. Brando had a flash of doubt in his mind. Could it be that this was the beginning of the war, but it had already begun in this era? Then he shook his head imperceptibly. Although the historical migration did not show signs in the surface world until forty years after the second era, there was no large-scale invasion of Jorgendy Ridge before that. Although he was not a Kirrlutzian, if such a big thing happened in Kirrlutz, as a player, there was no reason for him not to hear any news.
All of a sudden, a strong premonition rose in his heart. Perhaps, just like the advance of the Holy War, the war between the dark elves and the demons had been brought forward for some unknown reason. No, the correct way to put it might be that it was precisely because of the advance of the Holy War that the Holy War broke out earlier. The fuse of this Holy War was ultimately the large-scale invasion of the Golden Mane Lionmane Beastmen of Toquinin. They were originally under the guise of taking back the Halran Gaia, but since Brando met the Dragon Queen, he knew that this was all a show directed and staged by the Queen of Cruz.
Brando was slightly stunned. Before this, he had a guess about the Queen's plan: Her Majesty had the same plan in history, but it failed. Therefore, the two worlds showed different histories. After all, the outcome of the Battle of Ampere Seale was ultimately changed by him. Then, the appearance of the Azure Lance, the "disappearance" of the eldest son of the Cruz Empire, and the changes caused by the flapping of his wings, more or less affected the internal structure of the empire. It sounded like a fantasy, but it was not impossible. Brando knew what kind of person the Silver Queen was. It was entirely possible for her to seize the opportunity to turn the tables.
However, at this moment, his guess about the War of the Grey Wilderness in his heart was overturned.
Since transmigrating to this world, Brando could be sure that he had no contact with the Dark Elves or the demons. If he had to be connected, it was only the only contact he had with the demons during the Battle of Ampere Seale. However, the Battle of Ampere Seale happened only half a year ago. The war between the Dark Elves and the demons affected the Tip of Ashes, and led to the migration of the inhabitants of the Underworld of Jorgendy Ridge. It could not have only been half a year. He also remembered another thing. When the demons invaded Ampere Seale, they had enslaved many of Jorgendy Ridge's troops — harpy demons, cave dwellers, and even this beautiful Medusa had escaped from the hands of the demons. In other words, this was enough to prove that when the war in Ampere Seale broke out, the 'Gray Field War' in the underground world had already been going on for quite some time.
Going further, he did not even have a stable foundation, let alone influence the world structure of Wohnde. In this way, it could only mean one thing:
The world in front of him was not the same as the world of The Amber Sword. In history, Her Majesty the Empress did not have such a plan. The history and future of the two worlds were originally walking on two parallel paths that were similar but not intertwined with each other.
What Senior Sister said might be true.
Brando could not help but take a light breath. This fact was a little difficult for him to accept. After all, he relied on his foresight of the future to get to this point. He raised his head and looked at the plains. His light brown eyes looked past the cavemen's tents, the migrating pack animals, and the Jorgendy Ridge flag that fluttered in the wind like pieces of cloth. His eyes were filled with an indescribable color. It was as if he saw the flow of time, the torrent of history rolling forward, crushing everything he knew. He even broke away from the shackles of space and could see the winding and complicated river of fate coiling above the mountains and plains. A layer of hazy fog shrouded the entire Erouine, and even the entire Wohnde.
This was the fragmented foresight and future.
But gently shaking his head, Brando could not help but be surprised to find that he did not seem to be too afraid of this result. It felt as if, after going through numerous challenges and tempering, the weak and illusory 'reliance on the future' in his heart, which could turn into bubbles at any time, was truly destroyed, his heart became firmer instead. An indescribable confidence seemed to have turned into a shining sword in his hand. As long as he held it tightly, he could feel the real and cold touch of the sword. Those who stood behind him and relied on him were like the source of his strength.
Brando even had a feeling in his heart that with such power, as long as he waved the sword gently, the fog in front of him seemed to disappear naturally. Behind the fog, there was a broad road.
That was Erouine's destiny, and also his destiny.
History may have changed, but he had a feeling of controlling his own destiny and pulse. This strange feeling was wonderful and tenacious, rooted in the depths of his heart.
…
Lysemeka naturally did not know that her simple opening remarks would cause so many feelings in the young feudal lord's heart. She saw Brando's silence and then looked at the expressions of the others. The nobles present were all stunned. Obviously, they did not understand what this so-called 'great migration' meant. Lysemeka seemed to be very satisfied with the effect of her words and did not continue to speak. She was a woman who was very good at the art of speech. Naturally, she understood that at this time, it was best to let these humans lead the conversation so that her next description could be more deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Sure enough, as she expected, after a moment, a well-dressed male noble asked, "This beautiful … lady, I don't quite understand what you mean by migration." His words obviously represented the thoughts of most people present. After he spoke, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Lysemeka's bright face.
Lady Medusa smiled slightly, "As you can see, the so-called migration … is just colonization."
"Colonization?" The nobles were a little puzzled. After all, according to common sense, the surface world was not suitable for the survival of cavemen. What's more, Jorgendy Ridge was vast and boundless. It seemed that the population of these underground residents had not exploded to the point that they needed to occupy the surface world.
"Did something happen in the underground world?" someone asked.
Lysemeka looked in that direction with some appreciation and replied, "You guessed it right. The reason is because of the demons."
"Demons?"
There was a burst of exclamation among the nobles. In any legend, demons were the most extreme and evil creatures under the scorched hell. Their existence was a taboo for the surface world. The Sanctum had severely cracked down on any cults and individuals related to demons in the past ten centuries, but secret gatherings and associations had never been cut off. Blood sacrifices, living sacrifices, and cruel and bloody rituals. However, most of the people present were knowledgeable. They would not be like the foolish people who would panic all day long after hearing a word or two. But the question was — since the Knight of Azure defeated the Twilight Dragon, the demons seemed to have been silent for countless years. How could they have anything to do with the upheaval in the underground world?
"The demons invaded Jorgendy Ridge. Those existences from under the Sulfur River that represent chaos and destruction destroyed many underground cities in the Scorched Plains and Ashes Tip. After the burning footprints, only blood and fire were left. The residents living here were naturally not spared, including me and my people …" Lysemeka seemed to recall something, and a look of horror flashed across her face.
"What did you say?"
"Martha above, are those scorched hell monsters ready to make a move again?"
This time, it was obviously not just a cry of surprise. Lysemeka's words caused quite a commotion among the crowd, and there was a sudden burst of noise and surprise among the nobles. Everyone seemed to be digesting this information, and they all had different expressions. Especially at this time of year, it was inevitable that people would associate the abnormal behavior of the demons with the rare magic tides. This was obviously not a wonderful association.
Most people's faces were a little pale. Some people could not help but remember the Battle of Ampere Seale half a year ago. The power struggle between Erouine and the Holy Cathedral of Fire had diluted the shadow of the demons behind the war. But now, they recalled it again.
"Could it be that the prophecies of those damn doomsday believers are true? The rare magic tides are changing the future, and the era of mortals is coming to an end!?"
"Will the Twilight Dragon really be resurrected from the chaos, and those demons of the scorched hell are just its vanguard?"
Whispers sounded in the crowd, and those who were a little timid couldn't help but shiver. After all, if this was the case, then it was the last chapter of the Dark Prophecy — the precursor to the end of the world, the Twilight Battle.
The discussion of the nobles finally brought Brando back from his contemplation. He frowned slightly when he heard the word 'demon'. As for the doomsday believers mentioned by the nobles, they were the guys who wandered the streets and alleys, hiding their heads and tails. Due to the ban and search of the Holy Cathedral, these people did not dare to preach in public, and only dared to pass on the so-called 'doctrines' in private. A considerable number of them were cultists themselves, and most of the rest had ulterior motives. It was really debatable how credible the 'prophecies' of these people were.
However, this worry was not groundless. Although many legends said that the Azure Knight killed the Twilight Dragon, as a player, Brando knew that as the final BOSS of The Amber Sword, the Twilight Dragon would eventually meet the players. Moreover, in the real Pale Poem, the Azure Knight only sealed the Twilight Dragon and brought about the beginning of the era of mortals. The recovery of chaos was inevitable. After the great magic tide formed in the game, the War Slate and the Calamity of Wolves appeared one after another, followed by the war between the Eternal Night and the wizards. Until he crossed over, there were actually signs of the Twilight Battle coming again, but all of this was still too early for the current Wohnde.
When Brando thought of this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
Is it really too early?
His gaze subconsciously crossed the battlements and once again fell on the plains. The cavemen gathered there seemed to be some kind of sign, or a subtle voice in his heart, reminding him of something. What exactly happened in the Sulfur River under the Scorching Hell? Why did the war between the dark elves and the demons break out so early? He subconsciously turned his head and his gaze met Maynild's behind him. Brendel was surprised to find that the female knight was also looking at him. The latter's dark eyes were faintly tinged with purple, and clearly carried the same worried look.
What an eventful time! He sighed deeply. The great magic tide formed in advance, and the Azure Lance just happened to suddenly appear at this time. The strong intervention of the Empire and the abnormal enthusiasm of the Bugas for the mortal world. Yes, there was also the return of the Silver Elves. Everything here was related to various periods in history, but it was also specious. It was like the sudden acceleration of the plot of a game, but it was mixed together. Although he still did not understand what happened behind the scenes, and what was driving all of this, he also faintly felt the change of times, the passing of the old era, the beginning of a new era, the majestic and vast history of the past and the future.
"But I'd rather be born in a calm and peaceful era …" He could not help but feel a little distressed. These had nothing to do with him, but for Erouine to survive in such a big environment, it was not an easy thing.
"What did you say?" Maynild did not hear Brando's unspoken criticism clearly, but she could guess some of it. She could not help but frown and ask.
"Uh … Nothing." After a period of time together, Brando had gradually figured out the temper of this' senior 'from another world. He knew that if she heard his mischievous declaration clearly, she would most likely frown again. He quickly changed his words, "It's just a feeling in my heart."
"A feeling in your heart?"
Brando nodded slightly. He was not lying.
The turmoil and war brought about by the ancient slate, the ensuing Calamity of Wolves, and even the Great Demonic Tide itself, but they might not be the reason for everything. Before he transmigrated, The Amber Sword was at the end of a mature chapter. The next chapter had already begun to reveal: Madara's second eastward invasion and the battle of the Algash Mountains were just a prelude. In the prologue, there was a vague mention of the wanderers in the Great Plains of the East. In that environment, the entire continent was also stirring, and it was very similar to the present.
This was definitely not just a Holy War.
Brando could not help but think of the War Slate. The slate had already descended into the world, and then what?
Would it be seven days and seven nights, and the wolves would walk in the wilderness …
…
Looking west from Loen Harbor's main street, King's Street, the snow-white streets and rows upon rows of roofs descended. At the end of one's vision, they converged on a blue mirror. In the harbor area, rows of ivory-like towers pierced straight into the clouds, dividing the sea and sky in front of one's eyes.
This was the first-class port's special berth area.
Although in terms of the size of the port, the largest port in the south of the Sublime Sea, Loen Port, the Pearl of the New Sea, might not be as big as Ampere Seale. After all, the latter was a hub that connected the two major open seas. Ships from dozens of countries would choose to dock here in different seasons. But as the commercial hub of a small kingdom, Ampere Seale did not have the unique style of a military port of the Empire.
A century ago, magical technology was introduced to the continent from the Hazel people. The magical power hub was invented, and the floating battleship was born. The special dock was also created, and this was the special berth. Before that, there was no such thing as a special berth in all the ports in Wohnde. In every port on the continent, even the dock used to dock His Majesty the Emperor's flagship could only be called the best berth or a special berth for the royal family.
And for the floating battleship, its special nature determined that it could only appear in front of the world as the most important military equipment. Therefore, all ports with special berths were given another special meaning: a naval fortress.
Loen Port was such a case.
Loen Port was one of the three backup bases of the Empire Navy. Although it was not used often, it existed as a logistics base for winter training. Although the main naval force of the Cruz Empire would not be stationed here, they would rely on this port for supplies once they entered the Sublime Sea. And as a logistics base, in fact, there were a few battleships stationed in Loen Port. Some of these battleships belonged to the local fleet, and some belonged to the Empire's branch fleet. However, since the invasion of Jorgendy Ridge, the Empire Navy believed that Loen Port might not be able to defend against attacks from the land. In order to prevent the fleet from falling into the enemy's hands, they took the initiative to send the branch fleet originally stationed here to the Violet region.
As the Empire Navy stationed in Loen Port was not under the jurisdiction of the local government, even if the Loen Port's mayor and harbor chief, Volas, tried their best to oppose it, nothing was done.
"Facts have proven that this is an extremely wise decision." The Shire stood on the horizontal walkway of Pier 14 and took a deep breath. At this height, the strong wind blowing against his face made his robe flutter. The cold air seemed to pour directly into the depths of his lungs, stimulating his mind to become clearer. Looking down, the bay of Loen Port turned into a small piece of dark blue glass nearly a thousand feet below. It was fragmented by the straits and trestles that extended into the bay from the port area, but it was also exceptionally beautiful.
With a piece of green foxtail in his mouth, he continued, "Although the upper echelons of the Empire are extremely bureaucratic, the subordinates follow suit. Those lords obviously understand that the local guys are better than them. It's unreliable to count on these people. If the Empire's branch fleet is still here, it probably won't fall into our hands."
The Shire said this to Jutta beside him. He didn't care about the ugly expressions of the local officials of Cruz. Opposite the horizontal walkway, the shimmering airspace between the two opposing towers formed this special berth. Loen's airport had only been built ten years ago. It was considered brand new among such buildings, but it was already stained with the scars of war. The attack of the dragon horde had left eye-catching scars here, and nearly a third of the berths had been completely destroyed. He was almost certain that before the attack, the airport wasn't prepared at all.
Therefore, if the fleet was still here at that time, it would most likely have turned into fireworks in the air.
Jutta nodded slightly. Although the battle between the dragon horde and the floating battleships had long exceeded the limits of the mercenary commander's imagination, she could see some clues from the habits of the local officials of the Empire. On one hand, those fellows' eyes were like hooks that had grown out of their bodies, and on the other hand, they were dismissive of her identity. She had seen too many of such local nobles in Erouine, and she knew very well what kind of people they were.
However, she wasn't in the mood to agree with the wizard's sarcastic remarks. She was more concerned about the mission Brando had given her. In her eyes, the apprentices in robes were busy on the bridge, but she didn't know what they were doing, let alone how much progress they were making. After all, they didn't have much time left. She couldn't help but anxiously look at the indifferent young wizard. The latter's attitude made it difficult for her to calm down.
"Mr. Shire, is the lord …"
Jutta finally couldn't help but ask. But before she could finish her sentence, she saw The Shire turning his head and waving his index finger at her.
The latter raised his head and stared at the shimmering airspace between the towers. His eyes were bright as if he had found something interesting. "Shh, Madam Jutta. There's movement."
It was as if a ripple was rippling out from the empty space, like a stone thrown into the calm water.
"I've made contact, Sir The Shire!" An apprentice shouted, his voice intermittent in the wind.
"Very good, immediately cast the anchor point!"
… …
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