"Curious?"

"A xiǎo nobleman from the border, who knows the head wolf Esis, knows the spatial rune array of Dallas Stere, and brings the gift of the dragon god and the sword of the earth and mountains——"

"The long sword in your hand is the blue of the sky, right?" The old man's gray-green eyes looked at Brando, with a wise smile.

Brando's heart skipped a beat.

"Couldn't the xiǎo aristocracy have these? That's a prejudice. ”

"Sometimes you have to admit that prejudice is also an experience," William laughed, "but it seems that these are your secrets, so I am abrupt." I suppose I apologize to you, you wouldn't have a hard time with an old man like me, would you? ”

This witty remark made Brando couldn't help but smile, at least William's approachable attitude was a few levels higher than those of the empty-eyed Cruz, although theoretically, as the leader of the wizards of the Silver People, he had more reason to look down on the Black Iron People.

But in contrast to the humility and courtesy of the wizards, the Cruz legates became pathetic upstarts.

"Well, that's what I'm more concerned about." The old man raised his head and looked at the majestic stone mén, he shook his head: "This mén will definitely not be the eternal resting place of the Lionheart Sword, everyone guessed wrong." ”

He turned his head, and a strange look flashed in his gray-green eyes: "But if I'm not mistaken, you know what's behind this mén, right?" ”

Brando didn't believe that William had come here out of curiosity, but he said, "Master Wizard, what are the basic principles of magic?" ”

This question was as simple as eating and drinking water for William, and he replied without thinking about it: "It's the jiāo exchange of mana and law." ”

"I've heard that the symbol of the Silver Sè Alliance is a silver sè scale, I wonder if the wizard can tell me the reason for this?"

A bright light flashed in William's eyes: "Equivalent jiāo exchange, good xiǎo guy, I understand, what do you want?" ”、

"Just do me a favor."

"I see, you want me to help you block that NV man, right?" The old man looked back at the other side of the valley: "It's a bit troublesome, but it's not unthinkable." ”

Brando nodded, he didn't doubt why William could guess his thoughts, this wizarding leader was not only wise in his long life, but his experience alone was enough for him to know the truth about many things.

The old man smiled: "It's really a difficult to choose, but I think it's a good deal, so now you can tell me what is after this mén, right?" ”

"Valhalla." Brando replied.

William was slightly stunned: "You mean the remnants of the NV god that the druids passed down by mouth?" ”

Brando nodded, he wasn't worried that the legendary wizard leader would have a hand in this matter, because in most people's minds, Valhalla's meaning was a primordial fire. Getting this spark can instantly make one a lord of a party, but the attraction of this is for a person who stands in power

It doesn't make much sense to the wizard at the top.

Moreover, Buga is an alliance of floating city-states, and the artisan wizards of Buga have no concept or need for territory.

And in the camp of order, the great wizard is on the same side as him.

"Legend has it that there is a primordial fire left by Martha in the south of Eruin, and I have only heard a few rumors, but I didn't expect it to be in the center of the Ring of Trade Winds." William looked at the majestic stone mén and sighed, "Is it behind this mén?" ”

Brando nodded.

"It's amazing," the old man looked back, "but now I'm more curious, how did you learn about this legend recorded in the secret texts of the druids?" ”

Brando laughed but didn't answer.

"I see, it's a secret again, isn't it?"

Brando nodded.

And it was at this time, at the same moment in the Green Tower Deadwood Council, that the druids were waiting for the final moment. Outside the hall, lightning and thunder were already in a row, so frequent that it seemed that thunder and lightning were not raining in the sky. Beams of white lightning pierced through the rainy night, illuminating people's faces.

The whining wolves have entered the upper floors of the Green Tower, and the battle is taking place in the market area. The centaur and tree guards had lost the bazaar the night before, but had recaptured it yesterday at noon, pulling between the vines and branches for more than a dozen hours

There was a saw war, but the druids eventually retreated due to lack of troops.

The wolves seem to be endless.

The hourglass placed in the center of the hall was making its last flip, and it took about four xiǎo hours at a time, but for the druids, these four xiǎo hours were about the four longest xiǎo hours of their lives. They still have one last chance, but the path to destruction seems to be clearly presented

In front of everyone's eyes.

A handful of high-ranking druids used thorny vines to clear the way to the town hall in other areas, but once the town hall was lost, the Green Tower was left with only the last area of the Deadwood Council to defend.

Ordinary civilians who had fled from other areas gathered in panic in the few remaining clearings in the last part of the city, adults holding their children, men comforting the NV people, and a suffocating tension and uneasiness filled the air, except for the sound of the rain.

In the Hall of Deadwood.

At first, the druids were still buzzing in the hall, but when the young druids beside the Grand Elder creaked and flipped the hourglass, there was an eerie silence in the hall. Everyone seemed to have finished what they had to say, or how to continue for a while, and the discussion just stopped.

"After a few more xiǎo, if that young human doesn't send back the news, the fire in the Green Tower will be extinguished." A voice in the hall said.

"He may be dead."

"I'm against it, the light of the fire is still there, it's the fire of Queenie, I know."

Everyone couldn't help but look behind the vast rainy night, and only the only light green pillar of light in the darkness still penetrated the rain curtain and towered into the clouds.

"But the pillar of light hasn't moved for a long time, maybe they're in trouble, and in that position, even if they move now, they won't be able to reach the center of the Ring of the Trade Winds in a few xiǎo hours."

The buzzing discussion had just sounded again and then subsided because of these words, and the uneasiness in everyone's hearts seemed to be pointed out, and even the Great Elder, who was hunched up, frowned. But at this time a voice came from outside the hall:

"Maybe the young man isn't dead yet, and maybe he's coming."

Everyone looked back in surprise to see a tall figure coming out of the rain. The ** cloak he took on, revealing a rugged face, was actually the great druid Andrew who had gone to the storm circle and had not returned so far.

"Andrew, you're back?" Someone was surprised and said, "We all thought you had returned to the embrace of the forest." ”

"I escaped by being behind the Wolf's Pass when the wolf plague happened," Andrew replied, "and when I realized that something was wrong, I turned into a raven and walked around the forest, only to realize that something was wrong. I wasn't sure at the time, but now I can confirm that the young man wasn't lying

, this time the magic cháo is extraordinary. ”

"Yes," the Grand Elder nodded, and he looked at the latter, "But you stayed in the forest until now and didn't come back, so you should have found something else, right?" Andrew's sudden appearance gave everyone confidence, but it was not easy to be in such a situation, and they were desperate to get it from the latter

to more good news, so they all focused on the tall druid.

Andrew nodded: "I walked around the forest for a while to find out how big the wolf plague was, but I don't think I need to repeat it, everyone has seen it." It's just that I met Quinil in the forest and let me know something. ”

"You met that young man?" Everyone was taken aback.

"No, I mean, I met Quinir, and saved a few human nobles along the way, but I didn't meet the lord."

"What's going on?" Immediately someone asked, "Aren't they together?" ”

"They seem to be in trouble, the lord has left alone to go to the center of the Ring of Trade Winds."

"Alone?" The Great Elder frowned, "Then can you be sure that he has arrived at the center of the Ring of Trade Winds?" ”

"No, I can't," Andrew shrugged, "I only came back here to report because your previous guesses were inaccurate." And there are a few descendants of Fenrir who have the ability to fly, and if I don't come back, I'm afraid I'll be in trouble. ”

There was silence in the hall.

"Demon Wolf Descendant......" The Great Elder's eyebrows twisted deeply.

"Gotta hurry up and prepare for defense, if you let the flying monster wolf invade from above, the defense line of the town hall will be in danger." Someone reacted immediately. But his order was not responded to by the majority, and everyone was more or less shaken at this moment.

The young man is nowhere to be found, is there any point in making a final struggle at this moment? It's better to let those young people with potential turn into ravens and fly out, while there are not many Fenrir descendants who can fly now, and how much can escape.

And it was at this time that another voice came from outside the hall:

"I wonder if you're still in the mood to meet guests at this time?"

Guest?

What other guests are there at this time? Everyone was stunned. "If you're a guest, please come in." The Great Elder took a deep breath and said in a loud voice.

Tulaman walked in through the rain curtain, holding a silver staff surrounded by six runes in one hand, and looked at everyone with a smile. The scholar stood there calmly, as if there was no wolf disaster outside, or there was a faint feeling that this person was not out of place in the world at all