In the western part of the Loren Continent, the Ancestral Peak towers over the earth.

This majestic mountain stands like a giant beast looking at the sky, in the heart of the Oguray tribal state, as the "fangs" of the mountain peak piercing into the clouds. Its three branches extend into the territory of orcs, humans, and gray elves, and its majestic mountain itself has been home to the elves and elves for generations—a mountain that has a very special meaning for everyone who lives on this land, and it is for this reason that the city-states of the Oguray tribe decided to form a federation and chose to build their common capital at the foot of the Ancestral Peak: the Holy Helm City.

In the Oguray tribal state, the five main races usually manage their internal affairs independently, and the multi-ethnic cities run on their own as independent city-states, but if there is a major matter that involves the entire tribal state, the "five kings" will gather in the Holy Helm to discuss the future of the land.

In the center of the Holy Helmet City, in the highest domed hall of the city, the leaders of humans, gray elves, spirits, elves, and orcs were gathering at a round table to discuss several important matters. Her gaze crossed over to the extraordinarily tall orc leader Camilla, who sat across from her, over the open terrace at the end of the hall, and onto the Ancestral Peak in the background of the city—the peak that towered high above the Holy Helm City, and now the pale golden sunset shone on its surface, and the whole mountain looked glorious in the setting sun.

Wenna sat in a special high chair for a long time, until Wycliffe, who was sitting next to her, called her back from her fugue state: "Wenna, Wenna—don't be in a daze. ”

The Grey Elf Patriarch suddenly woke up, first subconsciously glancing at the human leader beside him who had just woken him up—the middle-aged man with short silver hair always had a smile on his face, and this was no exception—and then she looked at the other places around the round table.

Lady Camilla, a tall woman with feline features, sat across from her, frowning with some dissatisfaction; The leader of the Spirit Clan, Stoor, sat next to Camilla, a pale blue-skinned male "man" with a contemplative expression on his face, making it difficult for outsiders to read his current emotions; Opposite Steelr was Stella, the leader of the elves, a small lady sitting in her favorite high-backed chair on a stack of books on a small bench and a small bench on the table—a large stack that made her the tallest man in the room, but that didn't add to her majesty.

"Ahh Where are we talking? ”

"Wenna, it's not a good habit to wander in important meetings," Camila sighed, her voice with a nice hoarse texture, as a playful companion and an orc with a bold personality, she has never minded criticizing Wenna Baizhi's shortcomings in a formal and private setting, "What we are discussing is related to the future of the entire tribal state. ”

"Of course, of course, I know—I just don't think the matter itself needs to be discussed for so long," Venna nodded repeatedly, "and about Emperor Cecil's 'invitation'—we have no reason to turn it down. The benefits of joining this new alliance, both politically and economically, outweigh the risks......"

"On this point we have in fact just agreed on - just as you wander to enjoy the view," Wycliffe smiled, "we are discussing another matter, and according to the idea mentioned by Emperor Cecil in his letter, Stella has just made a very constructive suggestion......"

Wenna's eyes widened suddenly, she subconsciously looked in Stella's direction, and saw that the palm-sized lady was standing on the stack of books she was using as the "throne", with her waist in her waist and revealing a very proud appearance, which made her suddenly feel faintly bad: "Stella's opinion? And you're still seriously discussing? ”

"Wenna, there is prejudice in your words," Stole began, a low, mysterious slowness in his tone, "you should hear the content of this 'opinion' first. ”

"Well, I'm listening," Wenna looked at Steel, "what is that?" ”

"The Oguray tribe has a very different order from the other kingdoms, and the nations of the continent know that we are ruled by five kings," Stoor said in a low voice, "so Stella suggested that we send five representatives to the silver outpost according to the five 'royal families', and told Emperor Cecil that the political structure of the Oguray tribal state is so loose—if it succeeds, then we will have five votes in the future." ”

Although she had already guessed in her heart what this "constructive suggestion" was, what Style said was still beyond Venna's imagination, and she couldn't help but glance at Stella with admiration, and then looked at the others with strange eyes: "...... So what about your opinions? ”

"We've done our voting, just waiting for your opinion," Wycliffe said, "and I personally think it's a very attractive proposal, but my sanity doesn't allow me to do things according to my preferences, so I voted against it." ”

"I'm against that, too," Steele shook his head, "it's nonsense, and even detrimental to the face and prestige of the tribal state." ”

Camila waved her hand: "I didn't think about it that much, I just thought it was too stupid, so I objected." ”

"That's it," Wenna said, spreading her hands, "I'm against it too—because the three of you combined." ”

Then she looked in Stella's direction, "Okay, everyone but you are against it, we can move on to the next topic." ”

Stella suddenly returned to her chair in frustration and seemed to mumble a few words in passing, but the crowd was already familiar with this, believing that the optimistic elven leader would regain his strength before the next topic began.

"Let's finally talk about the 'Magic Web Hub'," Wycliffe glanced at the meeting schedule in his hand, and his eyes fell on Steel, Camilla, and Stella, "First of all, I'm glad that we finally reached a consensus last month to set up a plan to set up a general hub of the Magic Web at the Ancestral Peak, and now we have successfully set up a temporary verification device, but as of last week, this device has been ...... Something is wrong. ”

"It's a big problem," Stella pulled herself together, she stood up, and let out a quick, crisp voice, "Originally, the magic obelisk for testing worked normally at the foot of the mountain, but as soon as it was transported to the top of the mountain, the interference immediately became big - although the magic transmission was not a problem, the signal was full of clutter. Our scholars have been studying this for several days and have come to the conclusion that the interference is from the outside world and has nothing to do with the structure or malfunction of the obelisk itself......"

"The superstitious mountain people believe that it is the sleeping souls of the ancestral peaks who are making noise in the crystals of the obelisk, because the obelisk disturbs their rest," said Stole in a deep voice, "so now in addition to solving the problem by technical means, we are also devoting our energies to reassuring the mountain people's uneasiness." ”

"Actually, I had a good idea in mind," Stella waved her arm, "and we said that the magic obelisk can communicate with the spirits of the ancestors, and this thing can be used to chat with the ancestors after it is built, maybe the mountain people will support it instead...... As a result, all of you are still against it. ”

Wenna Bai Zhi couldn't help but sigh, and Wycliffe covered her forehead and muttered, "Stella's advice is really attractive every time...... It's a challenge to vote against ......"

"I agree," Wenna glanced at Wycliffe and then turned her gaze back to Stella, "Anyway, let's figure out how to deal with those distractions first." In order to start the project on the Ancestral Peak, we have invested a lot of money in advance, and this matter will definitely be promoted. Theoretically, the Ancestral Peak has the best innate conditions in China: the altitude is high enough, the atmosphere is clear, and the magical environment is stable, no matter how you look at it, there should be no such interference...... This phenomenon deserves in-depth study. ”

"Of course, of course, we'll do it," Stella said quickly, "and we'll study it—but we may not be able to study it." I'll be arranging for scholars to collect data on the mountainside and other hills this week, and if we don't have a clue, we'll have to call Cecil's technologists for help. ”

This time, Ms. Fairy's opinion finally got everyone's support......

……

The meeting was over, and the clan leaders began to leave.

A huge golem walked into the hall with heavy steps, it held up the small bench on the round table with its dexterous arms, Stella sat down next to the golem's neck after a few jumps, she waved her hand to the others, and soon commanded the golem to leave the hall, Camilla looked at the heavy body of the golem and couldn't help but shake her head: "We should really forbid her to bring the golem to the council chamber...... The ground here has to be restored every year. ”

With that, the orc leader said goodbye to Venna and shook his head away, followed by the leader of the Eldars, Stoir, who had also evacuated, leaving only Vinna Angelica and the leader of the humans, Wycliffe, in the huge council chamber.

Wenna moved her shoulders and neck, which were a little stiff from sitting for a long time, turned to hold on to the small ladder next to the high chair, and followed the ladder down to the ground, she looked up at the tall Wycliffe, and asked curiously, "Aren't you leaving?" ”

With a hint of a smile, the silver-haired Wycliffe walked unhurriedly to the nearby balcony and looked out in the direction of the city and the mountains: "It's rare to have such a moment of leisure, and I have to keep myself away from the papers a little longer." ”

Wenna pursed her lips and stepped to the balcony, she followed Wycliffe's line of sight into the distance, and saw that the ancient Helmet City was bathed in the twilight skylight, and the distant Ancestral Peak reflected the orange light, this scene was actually not unfamiliar to her—in the years she had been the leader of the Grey Elves, she had often come to the council hall of the Helmet City, and she had seen similar scenery many times.

"What a magnificent city," she whispered, "a new era has come...... I wonder if the scenery here will also change, just like the Wind Song City or the White Feather Harbor. ”

"Nothing is set in stone," Wycliffe said with a smile, "and the City of the Holy Helm is seen by many as a symbol of antiquity and tradition, but if you go back in history, isn't it a product of change in itself?" ”

Wenna Bai Zhi blinked, and suddenly couldn't help laughing: "That's what I said." ”

As one of the rulers of this land, she is certainly well aware of the origin of the Holy Helm City:

Nestled at the foot of the Ancestral Peak, this great city is governed by the Council of Five Kings, and is unique in style across the continent: the buildings have a rigid straight line and grand appearance in the style of ancient Gondor, and at the same time have the weight and utility of the dwarven kingdom of the far west, although this land is historically supposed to be home to the four races of gray elves, orcs, elves and elves, but the city is a blend of the ancient Gondor Empire and the dwarven kingdom, This unique point is naturally related to the history of the Holy Helmet City-

The city of Helmet was founded more than 700 years ago, when the ancient Gondor Empire collapsed and the remnants fled, among which the pioneers who moved to the western part of the continent crossed the rifts and mountains on the border of the ancient empire and stepped into the ancient and mysterious land of Oguray. At that time, the main races of the land had not yet formed a future "tribal state", but existed loosely in the form of tribal alliances, and the sudden migration of humans from the human empire was a very shocking event for the indigenous people of this land, and after some contact and mediation, the indigenous people here finally decided to accept these refugees from the Gondor Empire, and the latter chose to repay the favor in their own way.

In addition to some knowledge from the Gondor Empire (some of the parts that are still available after the Tide) and treasures, the greatest reward that the westward pioneers have given to the natives is the "Holy Helm City".

They poured out the wealth they had brought with them on their exile journey, used their knowledge of architecture and planning from the Gondor Empire, which was far more advanced than the local ones, and used an ancient contract from the Gondor period to invite dwarven craftsmen from the western part of the continent to build the city at the foot of the Ancestral Peak for ten years, and then they themselves only owned one-fifth of the city, and gave four-fifths of the city to the other four tribes.

At the same time, the new knowledge and ideas brought by the Gondor people were also an important reason for the various tribes in the land of Oguray to change their traditional patterns and establish relatively close-knit "tribal states".

Hence Wycliffe's quote that the Holy Helm itself is a product of change.

Wenna Bai Zhi sighed suddenly, and couldn't help but feel some emotion in her heart:

More than 700 years ago, when there was no human activity in this land, the Ancestral Peak existed as the "holy land" of the four tribes, and this land has its own traditions and customs for thousands of years, until the Gondor Empire was destroyed by a demonic tide, and the remnants of the empire crossed the vast wasteland to bring about a sea change.

Regardless of what those who faced the changes at the time thought, as future generations, from a purely historical perspective, Wenna must admit that it was these changes that shaped the country that is far stronger and more united than it was in the past.

And today, a new change is knocking on the gates of the Ogurai Mountains – this time still brought by humans.

Human Creativity...... It's incredible.

(End of chapter)