The wind was tainted with the smell of smoke, and the flames seemed to still be lingering in the sky. The torn clouds were like burning cotton, scattered in the sky. Behind the clouds, there was a layer of ominous golden light that shot out in all directions.
Tulman's silver hair shone in the sun. He smiled and said, "They didn't want to hide it at first, but you know, this is a bad habit of wizards. They like to play word games, play tricks, and enjoy it."
"Because it shows that they are far smarter than mortals. Unfortunately, no one wants to be a fool, so I'm in a particularly bad mood now."
"Don't worry, you can go and find trouble with them. William and I will support you. To be honest, Brando had a much worse temper than you did back then. In this regard, you are far inferior to your grandfather, Brando. "
Brendel was not moved by his words. "Lord Tulman, what role did the Bugas play in His Majesty and the Sword of the Dragon? And, what exactly are you planning to do?"
The light brown eyes reflected the silvery shadows of the sails. The floating fleet was like a fish in the air, shuttling back and forth in the airport. At least one thing that the port officials of the Cruz people did not misjudge was that Loen Port could not withstand such a huge fleet. It was conceivable that the port would not be able to restore its former glory for a long time after the war.
But this was a problem that only the locals needed to worry about. At least for now, even Earl Alcorn himself was not in the mood to think about it.
Tulman was silent for a moment.
"You guessed right," he replied. "It's a long story. The wizards did not play a glorious role back then, but it all started with the great battle in the Alkash Mountains."
Tulman raised his hand and drew a silver rune, 'Giseet', which meant night in the rune. A transparent ripple shrouded the top of the two men's heads, isolating the sound around them. "I won't repeat the process of that battle. I'm sure you've heard countless versions of it, but the story later was very different from the one circulating outside. The two sides of the battle found something in Alcala."
"It's related to the Dark Dragon."
Tulman was not surprised that Brando would guess this. He nodded and said, "In fact, what they found was the battlefield of the final battle."
"The battlefield of the final battle? Only the dragon and Quval (the Silver Elves) participated in the final battle. So the battlefield was really in Alcala. "Brando was finally a little moved.
"You know about the final battle?"
"I know a little. The Four Sages defeated the Dark Dragon in the final battle. It is said that there are countless secrets sealed in that battlefield." Brendel was more familiar with the history of the War of the Planeswalkers. This history came from Elaine's mouth, and it was still vivid in his mind. "There are no records of the final battle after the War of the Holy Saints. It was as if it had mysteriously disappeared. The only people who knew about it were the Silver Elves who retreated into the mountains, the Dragons no longer appeared on the earth, and the Wizards — the Bugas."
He raised his head and looked at Tulman. "The Silver Union monitors everything that happens on the ground. It's hard to believe that the mortals were able to get close to Alcra and find the final battlefield without the permission of a certain faction."
Tulman looked at Brando with a complicated expression. The Four Sages defeated the Dark Dragon. There were countless secrets behind it. In order to keep these secrets, the only two people who participated in the battle, the Silver Elves and the dragons, had retreated from the world.
"How do you know these secrets, little one?"
"Through some clues of legend and speculation, I have some experience that you can't imagine, just like when I reappeared as a Highland Knight." Brando replied half-truthfully. "I know more than the Bugas think."
"I can see that." Tulman sighed. His wise eyes swept across Brando's face. Darius' grandson looked very similar to him when he was young. This made Tulman feel as if he saw that person appear in front of him again. Unfortunately, the life of a mortal was too short. He seemed to recall the past when he was young in Erouine. "Now it seems that William's evaluation of you is the most pertinent. Others still see you in the shadow of Darius, but you have already walked out of it."
I'm not the only one who has walked out of it, Brando thought. It was more like a coincidence. When Sophie's extraordinary soul appeared with the mentality of the whole world, the fusion of their souls was like an opportunity for them to help each other out of the shadow of the past. After the dream under the Golden Tree, he was no longer the young man who could only hesitate in front of the sword of the past.
"William admires you. He and I don't agree with the council's plan, but we are happy to see it happen. The old man thinks that you can do more. On this point, I'm not as confident as he is. But I have to admit, until today, when I meet you again, I have to say that I've probably made a rare mistake and made a bet that I would lose."
"Since you don't agree, why are you happy to see it happen?"
"Because William believes that you have abilities that surpass others. You have experiences that are different from others. You can do things that others can't. There are some things — — these things are things that I, he, and His Excellency the late emperor could not accomplish, but William believes that you might be able to do it."
"What do I do to deserve it?" Brando was slightly stunned, and then his heart skipped a beat. There seemed to be a hidden meaning in this evaluation. What did 'different experiences from others' mean? Did it mean that the other party had seen something? It sounded a little unbelievable, but for William Pist, who stood at the peak of power and one of the few who could use magic to see the future, it did not seem to be absolutely impossible.
But what does this have to do with King Erik?
Brando frowned, faintly feeling that he had grasped something. But he was still in a misty maze, and could only occasionally see a corner of the truth.
"Do you want me to be your agent and go to war with the Empire?" He suddenly remembered what the Wind Elves had done in the past. At that time, the Delila Dynasty of the Elves had made such a promise to King Erik. The Bugas had sent a fleet with great fanfare. Did they want to repeat the story of the previous dynasty?
"You're thinking too much, little one."
"Am I not?"
"You can rest assured. Going to war with the Empire will do us no good, nor is it necessary."
"There must be a reason for doing so."
"I've already mentioned the reason earlier."
"So, it's still related to the great battle of Alcala?"
Tulman nodded slowly. "Yes, our topic is a little off-topic. That great battle is the main topic."
Brando glanced around. Tulman's enchantment spell still separated the inside and outside world, completely isolating sound. He suddenly felt a little funny for being so paranoid. How could the spell of the master of the Mithril Fortress fail in advance? He had a faint feeling that the following conversation might not be so simple.
"You haven't answered my question, Lord Tulman."
"About that question, I can only say that you're half right."
"Half?"
"Because no one has ever deliberately done anything to cover up the battlefield of the final battle. The space in the Alcala area is not stable. That place disappeared without a trace after the final battle. It fell into the void, or was swallowed by the sea of magic. The entire space was swallowed by the noisy energy. After that, there were several continuous earthquakes in the Alkash Mountains. After that, the topography of the entire area had been completely changed. No one knows where the battlefield was buried."
"Disappeared?"
This answer was also beyond Brando's expectations.
"Not all. That was not an ordinary earthquake. It was a spatial turbulence formed after the stable laws and order were destroyed. The chaotic laws created a strange area in Alcala. Common sense does not apply there. In fact, for thousands of years, the battlefield of the final battle had appeared several times before the eyes of the world. It was like a ghost, suddenly appearing and disappearing without a trace. Once, it was discovered by an exiled Miirna clan. Another time, a descendant of ancient dwarves broke into this area. "
Tulman replied slowly. His voice did not fluctuate, but the things he described were very strange. "After that, it flashed a few times, but it was not known to the world. In order to monitor its traces, the Bugas built countless observation points in this rift zone."
"Wait, you're talking about this rift zone? Are there other rift zones? "
"Of course, our world is a whole. Once a crack appears in the laws of Tiamat, there is bound to be a chain reaction. In fact, this rift zone points to an area in Anzeruta to the south. Some strange things often happen there, and a large black forest is born there. Further south is the Loop of Trade Winds, and north is the great glacier, forming a standard arc. This line is too long, even with the ability of the Bugas, they could not observe its end point. We can only speculate that if this circle has a center, it should be on the great plains in the east. Before the age of chaos, the people of Gold and Silver wandered in the wilderness full of thorns, the great plains that only existed in legends and had never been seen before. In addition, outside this main rift zone, there are some smaller rifts, such as the one you are familiar with, the Deadly Frost Forest. "
Brando was silent for a long time. Even if he counted his experience in the game, this was the first time he had heard such sensational news. If the respected scholar did not lie to him, this information had vaguely indicated something, that is, the legends that only existed in the background in the game were likely to be true. And Brando already knew that Tulman might not be lying, because the other party did not need to use such an obvious lie that would be exposed. Besides, some of his experiences had vaguely confirmed some of the content.
Almost immediately, he subconsciously thought of an even more creepy thing. In the game, players had studied the whereabouts of the unforgettable Unnamed Ones in the Deadly Frost Forest. Those who had lost their memories, identities, and even themselves — existences between humans and souls. They always lined up in long lines and moved forward in the forest, luring more ignorant souls to join them. These Unnamed Ones would enter the Sea of Dim Light at a coast north of the Deadly Frost Forest. The direction they were moving in seemed to always be a huge arc tangent to the North Coast of Erouine.
Players had racked their brains to study this enigmatic route, but in the end, it was all to no avail. They could only attribute it to the game designer's bad taste.
However, at this moment, a new possibility uncontrollably appeared in Brando's mind.
Those Unnamed Ones were moving forward along the rift zone mentioned by Tulman. But what kind of power, what reason drove them to do such a thing? What made these people lose their way?
Brando could not help but shudder at the thought of those pale-skinned, empty-eyed, and bewildered trekkers. He suddenly remembered Viscount Tirste, whom he had met in Braggs. The people who took him away might have been the same group of people. What did that guy want to tell him? Unfortunately, he did not understand the situation at that time and missed the opportunity in vain.
After a while, Brando forced himself to throw these thoughts out of his mind and reluctantly digested the news. He looked up at Tulman, and his forehead was slightly sweaty.
This was just the beginning —
"So … the two sides of the battle in the Alkash Mountains … entered the final battlefield by mistake?"
"It's still half of it. We did enter the battlefield of the final battle by mistake, or rather, it appeared before us like a ghost. At that time, it was your grandfather who commanded the allied forces of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. As his deputy, I immediately felt the seriousness of the problem, and our opponents, the wind elves, had no lack of capable people. We quickly decided to call a truce and planned to withdraw from the battlefield under the coordination of the Buga envoys. " Tulman replied slowly, as if recalling the situation of that day. Brando could imagine an ancient battlefield, quietly appearing between two armies in the fog. What a strange scene it was.
"What happened after that?" He asked. He understood that if the two sides involved in the war had peacefully withdrawn from the battlefield as Tulman said, there would not have been so much later.
"We made a mistake. In fact, it was an oversight."
"Oversight?"
"You said before that the mortals could get close to Alcra and find the final battlefield, they must have been instructed by one side. I said you guessed half of it right. And the other half is, it was true, but the ones who did it secretly were not the Bugas — "
"… It was a dragon."
"Dragon?" Brando was taken aback.
Tulman raised his head and looked at the sky. "Just like the Miirnas, dragons have the blood of gold flowing in their veins. In the War of the Holy Saints, not all dragons stood on the side of the Four Sages. You should know this, right?"
Brando knew this. The dragons were still divided into good and evil, and the source came from the break in the era of the War of the Holy Saints. But no one knew the reason why the dragons would fight side by side with the mortals, just like how few people understood the sacred covenant between the Bugas, Quaeval, and the mortals. Why would the Silver and Gold generation give up their era and fight for the era of the mortals?
Was it because of a promise by the Azure Knight, for the era of mortals in the prophecy?
Not necessarily.
"One of the dragons was Odin — a staunch ally of the Dark Dragon."
"You mean the Seven Dragons King, the Evil Dragon Fusia."
"Yes, after the end of the War of the Holy Saints, as the loser, Fusia Kath was sealed under the Great Glacier by Gwyneth and Tyoskraz."
Brendel knew these two famous names. The former was the previous generation's Dragon King, Gwyneth, who was almost a God, the overlord of the sky. The latter was the famous Dragon of Heroes, who later played an important role in helping the humans resist the Twilight Invasion during the Calamity of Wolves. But he did not say anything and continued to listen to Tulman. "However, the fall of Fusia did not stop the ambitions of the dragons. In fact, there are still some dragons who still remember the previous era secretly operating in the human world. Due to my negligence, three dragons named Obsidian, Atakasha, and … Gwendolyn had infiltrated the alliance. They had been lurking by the side of the previous emperor for many years. During the War of the Holy Saints, they protected the princess as the Royal Knight … I think you already know who they are."
"That princess … is …"
Brando only felt a buzzing in his head. A few important clues were like lightning in the dark night, flashing brightly in his thoughts. In the darkness, the truth seemed to have surfaced.
"You guessed right. Her name is Constance, the Flower of the Princess, the apple of the emperor's eye."
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