(Kavinka's is very serious, and this speed really doesn't guarantee the smooth completion of the third watch.) But it's a matter of words.,How can I finish the third chapter before going to bed tonight.,If it's past twelve o'clock, please forgive me.,Anyway, the third chapter will be updated tomorrow, and the two chapters will still be the same.。 ）

The gray tents are undulating and spread all over the land like ants.

Xia Han muttered in his heart that the color of the tent was unscientific and environmentally friendly, and at the same time surprised by the huge army of the alliance - no wonder some people say that humans are like locusts.

The Silver Knight's invitation disrupted Xia Han's plan, and he had to go to see the boss of the Church of Light, and after asking for his name, Xia Han immediately called up the information in the illustrated book.

Name: Bai Hui

Epic Priest, the last Pope of the Church of Light who mastered the Great Prophecy, was mortally wounded in a battle against Thunder, the king of the beasts, as the supreme commander who led the alliance against the Green Tide in the year 1003. He died in 1009, causing a split in the church and indirectly causing an unstoppable plague to sweep the world.

Judging from the data, this Pope of Light is a very key figure, but Xia Han has a headache.

He found that history had been reversed because of his butterfly effect – the original time to fight the Green Wave was 1003, but now it is 1004. Not only these, but the greater effect made Xia Han unimaginable.

The information on the illustrated book can no longer be fully trusted, and can only be used as a reference material.

But the method of encountering a person to inquire about one is too complicated, and if a stranger Xia Han doesn't know is a crucial historical figure, how can he grasp the trend of progress?

[etc.]

At this time, Xia Han remembered the so-called system-wide openness of the illustrated book - is it possible to change the query method?

If only that were the case, he sighed inwardly, and then paused at the surprised gazes of many soldiers.

"Welcome, son of fate."

An old man with white hair and beard stood at the entrance of the tent at the command post and smiled at the stunned Xia Han.

His smile is like the first spring breeze in winter, full of joy and anticipation after the harsh winter baptism, and there is a divine light looming in those eyes, which contains unfathomable power.

"How dare you go out to greet you in person"

Xia Han quickly understood the identity of this personable old man, and he hurriedly stepped forward to support Bai Hui's body that seemed to be in his last years and was on the verge of extinction.

"Hahaha, do I look so fragile?"

Bai Hui was stunned for a moment, and then laughed - he had never seen anyone suddenly step forward to support him in half his life, even if he had a good heart, he would not dare to step forward because of his identity.

"Your Majesty should be old and strong, but old age is a fact."

Xia Han replied with a smile slightly embarrassed, but muttered in his heart that this pope did not have a few years to live.

"Let me help!"

A voice sounded, Xia Han turned his head to look, and then saw a familiar figure.

Bai Yue, this cardamom girl has become slim at some point, her eyes are bright, she is wearing silver armor, and she has a sword hanging from her waist, like a budding alpine snow lotus.

"Your Majesty, let me come."

She speaks like beads, and her voice is clear and beautiful.

[Your Majesty, don't get too close to him, the Pope's attitude towards you is very strange. 】

Xia Han's warning sounded in his heart, and he smiled.

"No need, I'll do it!"

Xia Han helped Bai Hui into the tent, during which the old man kept smiling and couldn't figure out what he was thinking.

The tent was empty, and after Bai Hui entered, he let everyone leave, including Bai Yue and Xia Han, while thinking about what His Majesty the Pope was thinking.

However, Bai Hui didn't seem to be the first to speak.

In order not to make the atmosphere awkward, Xia Han took the initiative to talk: "Your Majesty, I heard that the art of prophecy is extremely magical."

A few dark lights flashed in his eyes: "Did you just predict my whereabouts by the art of prophecy?" ”

Xia Han didn't want to believe that there would be a human who could master the spells of the Unservant Prophet, but the timing of Bai Hui's dispatch of the Silver Knight to greet him was too coincidental for him to be vigilant - how much did this Pope of Light know?

"It's not that I don't know your whereabouts." Bai Hui shook his head, stroked his silver beard and smiled, "I just know that if you let the knight follow that path, you can meet you." ”

What does this mean?

"The art of prophecy will show me what to do, but it won't tell me anything too accurate and true." Bai Hui continued, he glanced at Xia Han: "Those knights must have verified your identity before bringing you back. ”

Xia Han thought back to the past, the silver knight did let him lift the cloak, but didn't they know Xia Han's identity from the beginning?

[Do those knights frame me?] Xia Han was shocked, it is worthy of being a mixed church for many years, and even the soldiers have a set of kung fu to fool people.

But he didn't know that the knights stopped the car all the way and only found a young man's car - the size and cloak, mysterious and mysterious, everyone would know that this was the object to be greeted.

"However, although the art of prophecy is of little use, the art of great prophecy is the foundation of the continuation of the church." Bai Hui spoke again, and he took a sip of tea gently: "Son of fate, I want to make a deal with you." ”

"Deal?" Xia Han didn't care about the title of the son of fate, the god stick loved it, but he was very interested in the transaction: "Does it have anything to do with the great prophecy you said?" ”

"Yes, you are very smart" Bai Hui smiled, and then his expression was solemn: "The Great Prophecy Technique can only be performed once in ten years, I saw the surge of the Green Tide more than ten years ago, but in the new prophecy a few years ago, the human race was not destroyed by the beasts, and the victory of the Green Tide belongs to us"

Isn't that great?

Xia Han looked at Bai Hui suspiciously, only to see the elderly pope shake his head bitterly: "However, the new prophecy shows me a shadow that is more terrifying than the green tide and almost covers the world, I see zombies, vampires, and monsters all over the mountains."

"It was six years from now, and I could only hear one name from the horror of the creatures."

Blood tide? Xia Han clicked on the query with questions.

Historical Event: Blood Tide (Demonic Calamity)

In the year 1009 of the Twin Moon Calendar, there were a large number of human disappearances and frequent incidents of strange diseases in the Twin Moon Empire of the Vermilion Bird Continent. In the year 1010 of the bilunar calendar, an eternal wonder appeared in the sky - the emerald moon disappeared, the long bloody night fell, and all kinds of monsters emerged from the darkness, destroying hundreds of millions of lives in just a few weeks, and destroying thousands of years of civilization between humans and elves.

In the year 1011 of the Double Moon Calendar, under the harmony of the guardian holy beast, the forces of the four continents united to resist the enemy, and under the leadership of the queen of the beast alliance Hongyan and the leader of the three tribes alliance Xia Yun, the mortal race successfully defeated the blood emperor 'Emperor Shakti'. The brilliance of the emerald moon reappeared, and the blood tide stopped.

Note: According to the investigation of the Guardian Sacred Beast, the light of the emerald moon was actually obscured by the demons, so the incident was also called the Demon Calamity.

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