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When, when, when, the rapid bell rang in the lion palace, and the monks of the sanctuary flocked out, stepping barefoot on the white marble, to the Iron Heart Square, above the city of lions, the clouds gathered, and the rolling dark clouds were pressing from the sky.

As Brando had expected, the tide of magic had shocked everyone, from the Ten Cities to the Sea of Flashes, from the mechanical realm of the Hazel people to the Weeyun Mountains in the far east.

Everyone stopped what they were doing, and looked up in amazement, a faint cyan that was passing through the dark sky, shining like the morning light, and piercing the clouds like a curved arc, and piercing half the sky towards the canopy overhead.

The entire Vaind astrologers were in a state of panic at this moment, the sea of magic was roaring violently, and every saint who hid in the prayer room and prayed to his god could not calm the turmoil in his heart.

Dark clouds obscured the light of the stars and moons, darkness crossed mountains, plains, shining lakes, and rolling forests, and from west to east, the pillars of order in each temple above the vast land of Vaynd lit up one after another.

Martha's Tiamat Law is a warning to all, heralding the coming of a chaotic age.

On Hearts of Steel Square, the high-ranking bishops looked up at the upheaval in the sky with indescribable expressions on their faces. Some people are whispering, but more have begun to turn around.

"Go to the Sublime Hall, light the Order Crystal, and send a notice to the other Temples—"

A loud sound passed through the square, and the first rays of rain fell from the sky. In the blink of an eye, the temperature has dropped suddenly. Everyone turned around, and behind them, the city's bells were ringing.

And across the ocean, the Bugas floated in the sky, and dozens of cities were flying slowly over the clouds. In the darkness, lightning occasionally illuminated the tower's silvery spires.

In Ones, the astrologers walked out of their white towers one by one. Those ** masters in white robes and holding long scrolls, even if they can't see. But the change in the world order can still be felt.

Tiamat's giant ** array is changing tracks.

The whole world roared.

In the distance, in the depths of the sea of clouds, lightning occasionally droops. Like a meandering flame that lights up the dark sea. The pale electric light passed through the exotic attic window, reflecting the shadow of the craft pattern on the elongated and thin cheeks, and William held the wizard's chess piece, as if in meditation, his face pale.

He sat on the throne of the Twelve Dharma Kings, and the throne behind him was like an elongated shadow, symbolizing the back of the spire of supreme knowledge, which stretched infinitely towards the vault in such an environment, full of mysterious majesty.

The old mage remained motionless, like a statue. His deep gaze was fixed on the vaulted hall that towered like a sky beneath the railing, and the depths of his eyes were like a restless sea of magic at the moment, containing endless mist. Dressed in silver robes, the ** master walked through the empty cloister one after another, through the heavy curtain hanging from the arch beams, and through the hall. Under the gaze of three hundred and twenty eyes.

They looked up, and above them, the members of the Silver Alliance frowned, changing their sleepy appearances.

There were no whispers, no ear-to-ear conversations, and there was an ominous air in the air.

"Citizens of Buga. Great wizards, salute to knowledge, salute to truth! ”

A voice in the hall vibrated and echoed repeatedly, but then roared again. The white-robed mage held a parchment scroll in one hand and raised his head like a lion to question everyone:

"Today, who foresaw this qiē and concealed the truth?"

"We are asking for an answer."

"Is this a sign of the 'ruins and new life' that has been prophesied, or is it the fury of the sea of magic that has been showing itself for decades? Tiamat's margins have long since been unable to suppress the growing power of rage, and the dossier scholars and the Silver Candle Society have sensed the coming upheaval at every subtle sign at the 1,400 nodes! ”

"But what about our senators? The senators are still drowsy, but what about the Eyes of the Revelator? What about the scepters of the Ten Realms? ”

The mage shook his fist as if in a challenge: "Since the Battle of the Sages, the Bugas of the Silver People have been slow to react day after day, like those arrogant reptiles, this alliance is becoming old, and only a new spirit can reinvigorate it!" ”

"Change is coming, are we going to miss this opportunity again? The Silver Elves have appeared, and according to that ancient language, we should also ask for self-cleansing and self-washing! ”

"I plead—"

"——! for the Commencement of Arbitration Proceedings" More voices shouted, and there was a buzz in the hall.

The distorted face seemed to be distorted by excessive anger, and the silver-haired shawl, kind-eyed old man withdrew his gaze from the exaggerated face below, glanced at the parliamentarians who were looking at each other, and could not help but throw the queen in his hand onto the chessboard in boredom.

With a bang, the chessboard seemed to come to life, and the black and white lattices turned into a swamp of mud, trapping and slowly swallowing Bishop William.

"Those guys are getting worse and worse, Isaac's disciples." The old man's face was full of boring disdain, but if he didn't speak, didn't sit on the throne of the twelve kings, and didn't wear this purple robe with lightning bolt markings, who would have guessed that such an old mage who looked like a human old man would be Solomon, the king of knowledge, the head of the twelve wizard leaders of the Silver School.

In his most glorious years, 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 he had become a god, but he was still the most powerful man in Solomon, the people of silver, the pillar of Buga.

And in his lifetime, Solomon only considered himself a sorcerer.

"It's better to say than to sing, isn't that what that guy is always doing, haha. Let them go, the Flossians want to influence the course of the world more, and the more powerful they are, the more powerful they are. The greater the responsibility', isn't that their usual slogan? William had a smile on his face, and the chess pieces in his hand wandered: "Of course, they are not wrong, this is their responsibility, leave it to them, a group of juniors-"

The old mage knocked the chess pieces in his hand on the table, and the chessboard and chess pieces suddenly turned into a puddle of silver liquid. The liquid shook on the table for a moment, as if he was afraid of William, and shivered. Quickly trickled off the table and down to the ground, fleeing into the darkness.

Only then did the old man raise his long eyebrows and laugh: "But the silver elf is not a vegetarian either." We just have to mind our own business. ”

But his brows furrowed with the words, twisted together, and there was a coldness in his old and wise eyes; pursing his lips, he added sternly: "But enemies and friends must be distinguished, if some opportunists think that they can take the opportunity to hold the Senate hostage, they will get what they deserve." The alliance of Netas was established by wizards who swore by their hands on the book of knowledge, knowledge and power have never been separated, the law is on the one hand to maintain order, but in the final analysis, it is the sanction of the minority against the majority, the constitution of the Silver Alliance. No one can question its authority. ”

The silver-haired mantle was indifferent to this, and he frowned, staring at the few pieces left on the table—lightning flashed in the clouds outside the window, illuminating his face two or three times, and the fine wrinkles on his forehead—and at last Solomon raised a snow-white brow. Raising his head, he said angrily, "No, you should have lost this game, William." ”

"No, how could it be!" William raised his eyebrows innocently, and denied as if he were still a child: "I still have an outside trick that I haven't used." ”

Solomon stared at his old fellow with a blank eye.

"Come on. You see, old friend, chess is just a means for mortals to pass the time, and we have wasted too much time on it. You and I are past the age of arguing about victory and defeat, everything is orderly and chaotic, but in the end, it is one, in some ways, those guys who will return to one are not wrong, but they don't understand that everything has its own meaning, the process of the world is established, and any change in the fake hand will break the original balance, there is no wrong, there is no right, everything is going with the flow. The old mage hurriedly laughed and opened the subject.

"Hmph," Solomon saw that his old friend was showing weakness, and he no longer dwelled on the topic, "but thanks to you and Tulaman, you discovered the movement of the Sea of Magic in the Ring of the Trade Wind in time, otherwise this time I would have really caught those guys." The Senate will not waver in the slightest, but it will not be embarrassed - there are also imperfections in the law of Tiamat, mortals can count on Martha, and we can only count on ourselves. ”

But he looked up again and asked, "But what I really want to ask is, what exactly is the master of Mithril Castle doing now?" ”

"Tulaman?" William's mind suddenly appeared with the face of a young man: "He is still in Eruin, you know that human emotions are a wonderful thing, homeland, country, family and friendship, Tulaman's life in the mortal world has more or less changed him, he probably intends to pull that small country along." ”

William turned around as he spoke, just as a thunderbolt fell, and the fire of lightning reflected in his eyes.

"It's not easy to say, old man. Even the people of silver have feelings, but they are not so exposed. Solomon crossed his hands and replied, "But your motives should not be so simple, whether you have found anything other than the Azure Spear." ”

"It's not a discovery, discovery is a very strict word. It should be said that I met an interesting little fellow by chance, and I was reminded of an old man, ah—you are right, the people of silver also have feelings. William smiled: "When I passed through Eruin in my early years, I met the old man, but unfortunately human life is too short. ”

"Yes, whether it is as ambitious as a lion or as firm and enduring as a white oak, it will eventually be forgotten by time in the human world. Only the law is different, because what depends on feelings is fragile, and only the truth is consistent. Solomon replied indifferently, but with the pride peculiar to the people of silver.

"It's kind of in line with your style, but we also don't have to be swayed by feelings, like I asked you for this. In the time I'm away, 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 didn't answer, but put away the pieces on the table, even though William straightened up beside him.

In the midst of the storm, lightning and thunder outside the window, William stretched out his hand. The staff flew from the corner of the wall and landed firmly into his hand.

Then Solomon asked, "I haven't asked you yet, where are you going, but at this time?" ”

The old mage pulled his hat. The shadow of the wizard's hat obscured his face, revealing only the long silver beard underneath: "I feel a point shift in one of the monitoring nodes, if my guess is correct. Maybe something funny will happen. ”

"Ah, I see."

Solomon raised an eyebrow.

The following speech was at its most intense, but unfortunately the listeners were absent-minded.

……

Black clouds were in the sky, and it was already raining heavily from Grey Bay to Boulevard Richard, but the Richards had already taken this into account when they built the city, and built a well-developed drainage system on both sides of the boulevard. The rain clouds come from the Sea of Eternal Death after the height of summer every year, and are blocked by the Weeping Cloud Mountains, which gather into rain and slowly fall. But the rain was particularly abundant this year, and the flash floods had already washed away many bridges. A group of knights broke out of the rain and struggled on the muddy trails in the mountains.

In the heavy rain, men and horses were dressed in sky-blue robes. The emblem on the robes is a hydra pattern after the wind, and the knights mostly wear elven-style armor, and the pointed ears and long pale blue hair under the pointed helmets also prove their identity.

"Lord Marquis. It's right in front. A loud voice shouted, but it was almost drowned out by the roar of the rain.

"Do any of you see what it is?" The only tall elf in the group turned around on horseback, and the elven chain mail rattled, but he didn't care about these details, and only asked in a stern tone; The style of the armor on his body was particularly delicate, and the pale cyan magic seemed to flow through the texture of the armor's surface. Let the rain not enter a single bit.

The tall elf looked back at his entourage, his face solemn but very handsome, and his sky-blue eyes contained unease and worry.

"A ball of fire, my lord, it's Sarah's Tears."

The knights stood in the rain, looking at each other, not knowing what the great man from the central provinces was worried about. Isn't it a meteorite? Mortals on earth believe that meteorites and meteors are the tears of dragons in the sky, and only a few witches think that they are ominous signs.

However, most of the crystallized meteorites come from the sea of magic power, and the burning meteorites pass through the sky above the forest, sometimes causing mountain fires, but the meteorites themselves contain a large number of magic crystals, which is a huge wealth, and every knight's heart is a fire.

The tall elf did not answer, and the world paid attention to these minor matters, but few noticed that the number of Sarah's tears had actually increased since the years of flowers and summer leaves.

In Richard alone, there were more than thirty sightings.

He remembered the numbers on display in the dossier, which were meaningless in the eyes of an ordinary person, but to a person of his status, they were like a sharp blade stuck in a map, flashing with a terrifying cold light.

Tiamat's laws are weakening.

But how is this possible.

Marquis Thofen turned his head and stared at the surging tide of magic in the sky, the blue sky light seemed to be an arc of light reflected in his eyelids, but the light was a little deep. The knights around him didn't know his true identity at all, and those countrymen only thought that a nobleman from the central status like him was greedy for life and afraid of death, but they didn't know that he was the night song knight of the Wind Queen Temple, which was really ridiculous.

The borders of St. Osor were becoming more and more precarious, but unfortunately most of the nobles of the Elven Court still stubbornly believed that it was just a disturbance of the undead, but Madarana had the energy to provoke two wars at the same time.

He had a vague feeling that things weren't that simple.

Seven months of reports clearly indicate that the number of monsters on the border is increasing, and to be exact, they are reproducing at an astonishing rate. Lords from all over the country reported dozens of attacks, but they were deliberately concealed by the whitewashed guys below.

These tricks can be hidden from the elven court, but they can't be hidden from the secret knights of the temple. The priests had mentioned more than once that the Great Tide might be just a sign, and he, like Shaglifin the King of Summer, was suspicious of another possibility.

"I hope there will be good news from Faenzan's side, the Temple of Fire is really getting more and more depraved, and it is sinking into a small Eruin quagmire."

Stophanes silently kept these thoughts in his mind, he glanced at his temporary retinue with disapproving looks on their faces, then turned and drew his sword, the blade shining in the rain: "Watch out for the goblins in the forest, let's move on." ”

The knights agreed in unison and turned forward.

But only the Marquis de Thofen always had a shadow over his heart. He looked up ahead, and the forest of black holes was like a giant mouth devouring a qiē.

In the heavy rain, he shivered. (To be continued)

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