The upheaval of the Ring of the Trade Winds that afternoon shook the entire Green Tower. Where are the novels updated the fastest? Please look for the biquge.info of Aishang Novel Network

But upheaval is not necessarily a good thing,

Tensions rose almost overnight in the Druid's council, and the small town became buzzing, with mysterious guests from the Cruz Empire's legation visiting the inns where the Eruin and Flame Sanctuaries were staying, and some gossip began to circulate in private.

According to one source, the large-scale magical reaction that occurred in Chablis a year ago should have at least come from the awakening of a mythical holy sword, one is Ek's Lionheart, and the propagandists claim that the Eruin have mastered how to enter the Ring of the Trade Winds and seize the holy sword.

However, it is also reported that the secret is in the hands of a young Eruin who had a stern conflict with the Cruz Empire in the afternoon and was finally rescued by the druids.

The second piece of news intrigues snoopers, the subtext that the powerful Cruz Empire has suffered a secret loss at the hands of the Druids because of an Eruin is enough to trigger the suspicion of any do-gooder.

At the same time, a group of lion-mane mercenaries from the Savage Mountains learned that in a myth circulating in their homeland, the sword of the earth that had been fought between the Lionmane Empire and the dwarves had reappeared in the world, and had been witnessed in the hands of a young man.

Another theory claims that the Cruz Empire had such a conflict with the young man in order to seize the sword of the earth.

More news spread rapidly from bar to bar, and there were even ridiculous lies claiming that Eruin had defected to the Templar forces, all in all, all kinds of rumors were spreading like wings, and the truth or falsehood of them might not be believed by everyone.

But sometimes you don't really need to believe in a conspiracy, because Ren Lou is willing to consciously deliver the news of the gods and gods.

But overnight, the Green Tower became filled with an aura of imminent movement due to the great changes in the Ring of Trade Winds.

Brando had no idea that the Qiē around him was quietly changing, as he had already left the town district of the Green Tower as soon as the Ring of Trade Winds changed, and entered the Deadwood Council accompanied by the two Grand Druids.

The Deadwood Council had received definite information at this moment, and the Ring of Trade Winds had undergone a drastic transformation, and a passage tens of kilometers wide had opened on the periphery of the cloud wall, seemingly opening the door to travelers outside the druids for the first time.

But as for what kind of changes are taking place in the central part of the mountain range, no one knows. Because since the clouds receded, the depths of the Kalanga Mountains have become a very dangerous area, and the activity of monsters in the fog has become frequent.

In fact, the druids have lost several observation points by now.

The front line is being defeated.

The situation seems to be getting tense.

At least hundreds of elder-level druids gathered in the field dedicated to the goddess Nya, and the branches of the trees near and far were full of members of the outer ring who had turned into gray crows, and the Deadwood Council was filled with a sense of tension that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was all over the building.

Elite to the fullest.

Brando looked up at the Green Tower, which had turned dark red after evening, and countless ravens were flying high around the six ancient trees, almost covering most of the sky.

And from this direction, more druids are cloaking in blades of grass and clinging up the path of vines between the ancient trees, almost forming a sprawling green dragon.

Yes, thousands of druids are coming from similar settlements in the Black Forest near the Green Tower, and naturally it has given everyone a warning that war is next.

Whether it is success or failure, it seems to be in one fell swoop.

After hundreds of years, for the first time, the druids of the southern realm of Tonigel poured out "Everyone! ”

"Monsters seem to be pouring out," a Druid elder reported as loud as lightning and thunder in a storm, "our brothers and sisters at the front are unable to stop their attacks and are retreating. ”

"I look at it from the sky, and the monsters in the forest are like a black ocean, and the black edge has plummeted down along the woodland, and it has flooded many areas of the Siege of Thorns, the Wall of Qianghuā, and the Ring of the Storm." Another druid flew down from the tree, transformed from a crow into a human form, and said in a loud voice.

"Let's strike back immediately!"

"These monsters must be stopped!"

"They will destroy all forward observatories, and our hundreds of years of efforts in the Black Forest will be destroyed!" There was such a roar among the druids.

The Great Elder tapped the ground with a wooden staff, and the crisp sound of collision quieted the somewhat chaotic scene: "How many monsters are there?" The old man asked.

"Countless." At first the druid replied.

Countless.

Brando stood behind the tall Great Druid behind the Great Elder and no one noticed him as an outsider for a moment, but now he withdrew his gaze from the evening sky as red as blood, and then looked down at the starry and lit town below the Green Tower.

The mid-air town seemed so far away from the Deadwood Council, leaving only a bright fire. Of course, he didn't know what was going on there, but the druid's answer sparked a glimpse of his memory.

Countless.

Brando raised his eyelids slightly, saw a leaf falling overhead, he reached out to catch it, then turned his palm over and watched the leaf slowly drift into the night.

Drift into what seems to be an endless black abyss below.

"Lord Lord" Grey Raven Grand Druid couldn't help but be a little dissatisfied with his absent-mindedness when he saw the young lord's actions: "What do you think of the changes in the Ring of Trade Winds now?" ”

"May I ask?" Brando looked up at the other person.

And at this time, the Great Elder also happened to hear the conversation between the two, he thought for a moment, took a step back with his cane in one hand, and nodded slightly to Brando: "Please"

There was silence on the scene, as if someone had only noticed a human presence at this time.

"Who is this young man?"

"Looks like a guest of the council."

"But look he's just a human being."

"It seems to be a relative of Lady Funia."

"I see." There was a whisper among the druids.

But what is he doing here?

Brando did not shirk the Grand Elder's gesture, instead, he took a step forward and looked up at the Druid Elder who had been reporting, and asked, "Where did the monster come from?" ”

The druid elder was stunned for a moment: "In the mist." ”

"Endlessly?"

"Endlessly."

"Can't count?"

"Can't count." The other party was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Brando asked this.

"Demon tide" Brando replied with certainty, the memories seemed to coincide, and the experiences of the two planes merged here: "Like the rising of the moon, the first tide of monsters will last for seven long nights, and the withering of buds means the withering of life, and the wolf howls and runs wild under the moon, as if to herald the coming of disaster, so the first calamity of civilization is the scourge of wolves." ”

"This is the wolf plague." Brando replied, "The monster you see is a black wolf. ”

Wolf woe.

The druids' faces changed, and there was a lot of discussion, how could the wolf plague be a prophesied disaster that brought turmoil to the world, but how could it have anything to do with the changes in the ring of the trade winds?

"The mutation of the Ring of the Trade Wind is originally related to the Great Demon Tide, and the wolf plague is just the beginning, but the beginning is just as deadly, and the tide of monsters will soon cross here and sweep across the entire Ring of the Trade Winds."

"Then they will lie dormant until the Great Devil Tide really comes, and then they will come back and bring destruction to the world."

As Brando spoke, his mind seemed to return to the stirring era of the game, when a great tide brought the beginning of turmoil, the ancient empire crumbling, and the flame of civilization disappearing and extinguishing like a candle in the wind.

This is the core of Chapter 2: War and Chaos.

However, starry heroes emerged in Vaulnd, and the dotted flames burned all over the land, and he seemed to see banners struggling in the firelight, the Valkyrie, Duke Freya Argenta, and Kenan, the king of the wrath of the wolfwald, and heroes of different eras and nationalities appeared one by one, leading the player and his people to break through the darkness together.

However, the long sword ploughed open the blood-soaked land, the flames burned away the pale thorns, and the battles of bloody reading seemed to be the chest that had not yet been extinguished, but the residual warmth remained, and civilization would not fall.

Brando felt the glory of the past, the wolf plague that had happened in the year of the Rolling Veil.

And this is the wolf plague that happened at the beginning of the Year of the Sword, and the creatures that crawled in the shadows would soon sweep through the Black Forest, destroying order everywhere they passed.

Brando hadn't experienced the war at the time, but he knew someone had done it, and he felt the same way.

Then the young lord turned around and spoke calmly, "Their direction." ”

Nobody knows.

But after a moment of silence, a gray crow fell from the sky, and he landed in the middle of the field and turned into a young druid, and now the young druid glanced at everyone, and said with a stern face: "The tide of monsters swept over the wall of the Qianghuā, changed direction, and came towards the Green Tower.

His voice echoed across the field.

The druids fell silent.

This time everyone realized the severity of the problem.

"Is there any way to do it?" The Great Elder asked.

"Make sure that the fire in the Green Tower is not extinguished, and that as much spark as possible" Brando replied, "and besides, I will enter the center of the Ring of the Trade Winds once." ”

"At this time?" The Raven glanced at him.

"For seven long nights, you will face the darkest side of the forces of Chaos, and the sun will no longer rise, but it will be an eternal night." Brando asked, "Did the Green Tower hold on to that time?" ”

"This is the only way, to light the flame of Valhalla." He continued.

Valhalla.

The druids choked slightly.

"Will it work?" The Great Elder looked at him and asked.

"I need help." Brando replied.

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