The story takes place in a broken world, a world that is far, far away from us, so far away that the distance has lost its concept. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In this world, there is a very special mountain.

The mountain peaks are so high that they thrust into the sky like a sharp sword, towering into an endless sea of clouds, and it is said that this is the closest place to the heavenly dome in the whole world, and the closest place to the moon god.

Standing on the top of the mountain and looking around, there was nothing else as far as the eye could see, the earth was long out of sight, and under the blue sky, only the tumbling clouds spread in all directions, until the end of the field of vision, as if this was just a small island in the vast sea of clouds.

But what is truly special is the starry sky here.

In that night sky, which was as clear as a black jewel, there were no silver stars twinkling most of the time.

For the stars on the top of the mountain will only shine in their light on the deep blue sky after a thousand and one days and nights. So the people here regard the day of the rising of the stars as their grandest festival, named the Starr Festival, which means the real stars.

And on the night of the Starr Festival, countless people come from all over the world to gather on this mountain.

At that time, in the vast sea of clouds, there will always be a bright moon, slowly rising in the reflection of all bright eyes.

That pure white moon, the people of the Broken World reverently call her the moon god.

She has told many beautiful stories, and one of the tavern's favorite favorites is the sad origins of the Blue Todder plane......

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This year is the year of holly, the 837th year of the Fourth Age.

It has been a worrying year for many of the big names in Toddell.

News from the space-time portal is becoming less and less, and it seems that Todder is slowly being forgotten by the entire shattered world. At the same time, reports of blood-colored lightning streaks across the sky have been recorded, and disturbing rumors have spread throughout the countryside.

And the Holy Alliance, the banner that has been responsible for maintaining peace on the continent since the Fourth Age, has no longer had the influence it once had on various nations. From time to time, there was some small friction between the two human empires, and there was an aura of chaos surging beneath the calm surface. Even in the mysterious realm of the dead, there is more news than ever before, and panic is brewing in the dark.

But there are obviously no decent big people in a small Duchy of Lothar, let alone the most remote small seaport in the south of the Duchy, Harry Harbor, and the barons who govern in this small seaport.

At this moment, in the study of the Baron's mansion, the fat Baron Pike Calland was sitting in front of the bookcase to sort out the report, because he was not a big man, so for him, the year of holly was not a bad year.

The friction between the two great human empires in the north obviously does not affect the Harry Harbor in this corner. Taxes at the ports have risen, and food is abundant. What's more, the pirates who had been harassing him for years were never seen again, and were said to have been wiped out by the Imperial fleet not long ago. Finally, I can sleep peacefully at night, without worrying about the sudden lighthouse alarm, and then get up in the middle of the night to organize the garrison defense.

Of course, it would be perfect without those worrying rumors, Parker casually put down the red cover report in his hand and thought viciously.

The report was about a fire incident, and the red cover indicated that someone had died, but the baron did not take it too seriously. Because the fire took place in the southernmost part of the territory, close to the desolate mountains, and only a few ordinary people were killed. In recent days, several similar reports had been received, but it was a hot July summer day outside, and Pike felt that even if he went out to patrol the area, he would be half-scorched by the scorching sun, and it seemed normal for the dry southern mountains to have more fires.

And those rumors were what the baron was really worried about, and he was afraid that such incidents would cause panic in the territory and aggravate the impact of those rumors. Recently, there have been a lot of rumors in the countryside, and it seems that someone is deliberately spreading rumors, so he has ordered a team to investigate.

Of course, the rumors themselves do not need to be taken seriously, after all, they are just gossip spread from the mouths of ignorant people, alarmist and unfounded.

Except for one, Pike thought, it was a rumor that the villagers called a death prophecy.

bred－with－the－flame－and－the－blood，

black－rose－and－the－holly－oak－grew－strong－on－the－ground－of－the－mild；

within－the－weaving－reflection－of－the－doomed－eye，

withered－illusion－fade。

Compared to other lengthy and disorganized rumors, this is a short sentence consisting of just a few dozen syllables.

But the problem is that our baron simply can't tell which language these sounds belong to, let alone the meaning of the phrase. However, just these dozens of subdued syllables themselves can already make people feel a little trembling and a little panic. It was as if those syllables evoked some kind of instinctive fear.

The fear seemed to come from the blood, deep into the bone marrow.

So people called these syllables death prophecy, saying that it foreshadowed disaster and death.

Of course, our baron scoffed at this statement, and although he could not understand it, he knew that some ancient languages had magic in themselves, and that it was the magic that seeped out of the jerky syllables that allowed this syllable that meant nothing to everyone to spread rapidly.

Damn the gossip, damn the magic, Pike cursed in front of the bookcase and began to think about it.

The baron's study was a circular room filled with the scent of blue leaves. In the center of the room was a stacked bookcase with reports, surrounded by several tall brass shelves filled with books that looked to be some years old. The baron would often boast to his guests that the shelves were from the Third Age, but this was not confirmed.

There were two large windows on the wall with their backs to the bookcase, but the dark grey curtains were not opened, and the baron did not like the sleepy afternoon sun shining into the room. The light source in the room comes from the high dome, which is inlaid with several crystal-like objects, exuding a soft milky white light, and some intricate patterns are faintly engraved around the crystals.

After muttering some strange curses like "Let the rumormongers eat wood for the rest of their lives!" Pike stood up with some annoyance and began to move back and forth between several bookshelves at a speed that did not match his chubby stature.

From time to time, he would step up a small ladder and take out some quaint books at the top of the shelves, trying to find clues about that rumor, or that language. While looking for words in his mouth, blackrose... hollyoak… groundofmild… illusion… Hell, if only I had read more books before.

The baron remembered his father's teachings and his own willfulness, and regretted it slightly.

The forty-five-year-old baron looked to be in his thirties, with a round face and a round chin, and a pair of dark blue eyes that often glowed with cunning. After many years of pampered life, his figure has become fat, but he can still vaguely see that he was strong before. The brown hair is also a little less, but if it is paired with a black square top hat of Roland, coupled with a neatly trimmed light beard, it looks amiable and makes people feel good if it is not charming.

At least that's what our baron always thought.

The afternoon sun, which was blocked by the curtains, gradually slanted westward, and the sea in the distance seemed to be fluctuating glass, shining with a broken dusk light, and several fully loaded fishing boats had returned to the port, and the small harbor was a little more lively for a while.

The baron still looked through the books in front of the shelves, frowning his brow from time to time.

The brass shelves were tall and large, and there were naturally many books, and it took the baron a whole afternoon to read only the top row, but it seemed that he was determined to go through them all, or until he found what he was looking for. Apparently Pike didn't take a rumor of strange magic as he claimed.

Just then, a panting voice came from outside the door, interrupting the baron's thoughts.

"Master Pike, there are three adults out there who have said they want to see you, claiming to be from the Bauhinia Legion of the Holy Alliance. ”

The voice is that of the servant Ed, of course, an ordinary servant like Ed can't know the noble name of the "Bauhinia Legion", but for Ed, the adults from the Holy Alliance are all legendary figures, that is the Holy Alliance, the Holy Alliance that ended the chaos of the Third Age for nearly 1,600 years, and the Holy Alliance that all nations have to bow down to now.

As a result, Ed didn't even have the courage to take a closer look at the faces of the three adults. After only observing the well-made armor of the three men, and making sure that they did not look like liars, he hurried back to report it, and shouted without even knocking on the door of the study.

Before he could finish speaking, on the low ladder next to the bookshelf, Baron Pike, who was constantly flipping through the books, suddenly shook, slipped his feet, and fell down like a frightened rabbit.

Just as the baron was about to land his face on the ground in a very indecent position, the impact of the visually magnifying ground finally brought the baron back to his senses.

I saw that the baron suddenly reached out and pressed it on the brass bookshelf on the side, and his body turned around for half a circle. At the same time, a one-meter-diameter pale blue circular pattern appeared on the outside of the baron's left foot, condensing a slightly complex pattern out of thin air. The pale blue pattern seemed like a solid pedal in the air, but it quickly dissipated after a light tap of the baron's left foot, and the baron finally straightened himself and landed on the ground with strength.

Before Pike could breathe a sigh of relief, and take a little pride in his ability to regress, the shaky bookshelf was finally overwhelmed, and a pile of books fell down with a clatter, and the rain crackled on his head.

The baron's face darkened instantly, and he quickly glanced around, and found that Ed was still outside the study, and he was the only one in the room, and he couldn't help but rejoice that he had saved his image. He looked at the messy study, and remembering that the people outside were from the Holy Alliance, he decided to come back and sort out the scattered books again, and after taking care of his clothes a little, Pike quickly pushed the door open.

The baron, who had already hurried away, did not notice that among the small pile of books scattered on the ground, there was a somewhat mutilated book that happened to be spread out, revealing gray-brown pages.

In the margins of the pages, there is a small section of dark purple letters written in a beautiful style.

In this empty room, the letters were leaving the pages one after another, slowly floating, and then suddenly crumbling in the air, turning into bits of purple light in the air, and then gradually dissipating without a trace. At the same time, a deep and thick old man's voice echoed in the circular study.

The voice was as low as the whispering of a deep valley, so thick that it seemed to crush distant time.

If Pike hadn't left the study at this moment, he would have been surprised to find that the voice was the same as the rumor that had plagued him.

And if there was a if, Pike had the opportunity and the courage to ask Anna Goo, the professor at Eluvita Academy's History of Magic. She would tell Pike in a cold voice that it was a prophecy written in Abner script, a script popular among the forest elves of the Second Age. The ink used for writing is infused with the magic of moonstone powder and time sequences, so that the content will dissipate when the prophecy comes true, returning to the sea of magic, and it means:

Under the pouring of fire and blood,

Black roses and green winter flowers will grow together in the warm spring;

In the ominous eyes of light and dark,

Dreams rest in peace.

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The sun was slowly sinking into the western fields, the sky was already obscured by the vast expanse of night, the sea breeze was endlessly blowing through the harbor town, and the slightest salty smell wafted in the air.

At this moment, Pike Callander frowned, standing at the door of the Baron's Mansion.

He was looking at the end of the road.

At the end of the road are three hurried backs, gradually melting into the night.

To the baron's surprise, the three knights of the Bauhinia Legion did not ask about their father, or even about the rumor he did not understand, but carefully inquired about the news of the southern mountains, especially the incidents of fire and death, and the contents of the red cover report. Obviously, the accidents in the south were not ordinary fires, and they involved far more than the baron could have imagined.

But the worried baron only stood for a long time until the sky was full of stars, and still did not give any orders to his men.

Because no matter what it was or what the reason was involved, now that the people of the Bauhinia Legion had already arrived, it was no longer something they should care about or interfere with.

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