Act 128 Tides

The upheaval of the Ring of the Trade Winds that afternoon shook the entire Green Tower.

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 legates visiting the inns where the Eruin and Flame Sanctuaries were staying—and private gossip began to circulate.

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 been rescued by the Druids after a stern conflict with the Cruz Empire in the afternoon.

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 Barbarian Mountains learned that in a myth in their homeland, the sword of the earth, which had been fought over by the lion-mane empire and the dwarves, had reappeared in the world and was witnessed in the hands of a young man.

Another theory claims that the Cruz Empire had such a conflict with the young man over 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 sorts of rumours were spreading like wings, true or false, and perhaps not believed by everyone.

But sometimes you don't really need to believe in a conspiracy, because people are always willing to consciously pass on the news of the 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 didn't know that the Qiē around him was quietly changing, as he had already left the town 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 has received a definite message at this point-

The Ring of Trade Winds has undergone a drastic transformation, and a passage tens of kilometers wide has opened on the periphery of the cloud wall, seemingly opening the door to travelers outside the druids for the first time.

But no one knows what is happening in the middle of the mountain range. 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, by now, the druids had lost several observation points.

The front line is being defeated.

The situation seems to be getting tense.

At least hundreds of elder-level druids gathered in the square 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 ravens, and the Deadwood Council was filled with a sense of tension that the mountain rain was about to come and the wind was filling the building.

Elite to the fullest.

Brando glanced up at the Green Tower, which had turned dark red after evening, and countless ravens were flying high around the six ancient trees, covering almost half 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 -

Tens of thousands of druids are arriving from similar settlements in the Black Forest near the Green Tower, and of course they have warned everyone that war is next.

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

For the first time in hundreds of years, the druids of Tonigel's southern realm have come out of the nest.

"Everyone—"

"The monsters seem to be pouring out," a druid elder's voice was as loud as lightning and thunder in a storm, and he reported loudly, "Our brothers and sisters at the front are holding back their attacks and are retreating. ”

"When I look at it from the sky, the monsters in the forest are like a black ocean, and the black edge has plummeted down the woodland, and it has flooded the Circle of Thorns, the Wall of Roses, and the Ring of the Storm." Another druid flew down from the tree, transformed from a crow into a *humanoid form, and said in a loud voice.

"We will strike back immediately"

"These monsters must be stopped"

"They will destroy all the Forward Observation Posts, and our centuries-long efforts in the Black Forest will be destroyed," the druids roared.

The Grand Elder tapped the ground with his 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 for a moment no one noticed his presence as an outsider, but at this moment he withdrew his gaze from the evening sky as red as blood, and then looked down at the starry 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," the Grey Raven Grand Druid couldn't help but be a little dissatisfied with his absent-mindedness when he saw the young lord's movements: "What do you think of the current changes in the Ring of Trade Winds?" ”

"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 with one hand, and then nodded slightly to Brando: "Please-"

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

"Who's that 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, 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.

"Magic Tide," Brando replied with certainty, memories as if they had coincided, and the experiences of the two planes became one:

"Like the rise of the moon, the first tide of monsters will last for seven long nights, the withering of flower buds means the withering of life, and the wolf howls and runs wild under the moon, as if to herald the disaster that comes, 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, the wolf plague is a prophesied disaster that will bring turmoil to the world, but how can it have anything to do with the changes in the ring of 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 tide really comes, and then they will come back and bring destruction to the world."

As Brando said this, his mind seemed to return to the stirring era of the game—the beginning of turmoil brought by the Great Demon Tide, the ancient empire crumbling, and the flame of civilization disappearing like a candle in the wind.

This is the heart of the second chapter, war and chaos.

However, starry heroes emerged in Vaugand, igniting the flames that burned the land, and he seemed to see banners struggling forward in the firelight - Valkyrie Freya, Duke Arjanga, Wolf Wald, Kenan, the King of Fury, heroes of different eras and peoples appeared, leading the player and his people through the darkness.

However, the sword ploughed open the blood-soaked land, the flames burned away the pale thorns, and the blood-boiling battles seemed to be the chest that had not yet been extinguished a trace of warmth, but the residual warmth remained, and civilization stood still.

Brando felt the glory of the past, the wolf plague that had happened in the twilight of the year of the roar.

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 his head and spoke calmly, "Where are they?" ”

Nobody knows.

But after a moment of silence, a grey crow fell from the sky, and he landed in the middle of the square and turned into a young druid, who looked at everyone and said with a stern countenance:

"The tide of monsters swept over the Wall of Roses, changed direction, and headed for the Green Tower."

His voice echoed through the square.

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 flame of the Green Tower is not extinguished, and that as much of the fire as possible," Brando replied, "and besides, I will enter the center of the Ring of 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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