As soon as Amon's story came to an end, the courtyard became silent except for the shadows and sounds projected by the terminal of the magic net, and this silence lasted for a short time, and Mirmina finally broke the silence: "And then? ”

"And then? And then many, many years later, I thought a lot of things under that big tree called reincarnation, which was imagined by mortals. And as my consciousness became clearer, I heard ancient echoes from the deep sea, the imprint of history that had happened in ancient times in the ripples of time and space, and I followed those ripples and saw the fortress left by the Voyager in the real world...... In the end I decided to do something big, and you know that by now. ”

“…… I admire you," Milmina said in a low voice, after a moment of silence, "you have a much more risky solution than I do. ”

"Longing for freedom may also be a part of life......" Amone's tone was a little emotional, and seemed to be a little proud, his gaze still fell on the terminal of the magic net not far away, but the focus of his gaze seemed to have crossed time and space, and he hesitated in the memory of thousands of years, "I thought I had forgotten these things." ”

"Forgetting is the prerogative of mortals, and we don't have that privilege," Mirmina chuckled and shook her head, "As long as our experiences form memories, they are forever imprinted, like ......a part of mortal flesh and blood."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on the stone ring of the oath in the holographic projection, and after a moment of thought, she asked curiously, "Is this really the sacrificial ground you used to be?" That was many, many years ago......"

Amon looked at it a few more times, and said in a low voice with a pleasant echo, "It's not - it's very similar, but the details have changed. The sacrificial ground in my memory must have weathered and disappeared with the passage of time, but the ancestral memories of the elves from generation to generation have preserved its projection and formed this kind of summoning spell-like thing. I think they must have been preparing for this meeting for a long time, and those flags and pillars were prepared and adjusted specifically for today. ”

"Don't you feel sorry?" Mirmina couldn't help but ask, "That empress is the nominal high priestess, and now even she uses this sacred sacrificial ground for secular purposes, and even makes such modifications, which means that they are truly forgetting you, and even consciously erasing the traces of your existence." ”

Ammon asked rhetorically, "Do you feel sorry when you learn that humans are holding a funeral for you?" ”

Mirmina was slightly stunned, and there seemed to be a hint of helplessness on her mist-covered face: "...... Again, that's a good thing. ”

Her gaze returned to the "Magic Net Live" not far away, the representatives of the various forces of the mortals had already arrived at their places under the guidance of the staff of the venue, and the focus of the picture was focused on the silver empress, Mirmina looked at those figures, her eyes fell on one of the girls who was full of excitement, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes.

This subtle change in Mirmina did not escape Ammon's perception, and the former god of nature casually asked, "What's wrong?" Have you seen something you're interested in? ”

"Just a little sigh," said Milmina with a smile, "the kid...... It was supposed to be a natural chosen one. ”

"Really? It turns out that the goddess of magic also has a chosen one? ”

"All gods have a chosen person, and there is always an individual in the thousands of beings whose spiritual frequency is associated with us, just as there are always certain drops of water in the endless sea that crash against the shore with the wind—it has nothing to do with the will of the sea," said Mirmina, faintly, "but I never actively respond to these resonances, and fortunately...... This child never called my name, even in the most difficult and frightening times. ”

Amon didn't say anything, just silently watched the elven empress in the picture, who was nominally the high priestess of the druid, began to preside over the meeting, and Mirmina, who was next to him, also fell silent, silently watching the mortals busy in the distance, and after a while, a sigh came from the dark and chaotic shadow courtyard: "They really don't need me anymore." ”

"yes, you don't need me anymore."

"Can you turn it up?"

"No, I'm noisy."

……

The majestic stone ring of vows came out of thin air, and the quaint, solemn and indescribable solemnity of the venue clearly shocked everyone, and at this moment, no one questioned whether the meeting in the wilderness was not dignified enough, nor did it question the degree of care that the elves had put into it as witnesses and organizers of the conference—this was exactly what Gawain wanted.

At the edge of the ancient Gondor wasteland, at the end of the civilized world, a circular array of megalithic pillars stood proudly, and the representatives of the mortal nations discussed the future of this world in this solemn room—whatever the outcome of this meeting, and whatever the future holds, the scene here today is destined to go down in history.

Rebecca seemed very excited, she seemed so elated after the arrival of the Ring of Oath that she could not be completely quiet, and finally when the important part was over and there was an unobtrusive time to interject, she immediately leaned next to the Silver Empress and asked in a whisper, "Your Majesty, this and this...... How does this spell work? Is it summoning or plastic? How does it communicate in a different space if it is summoning? How do you set the mana focus ...... if you are plastic?"

Belsetia looked at this curious girl with some helplessness and some affection, she seemed to see what she was like in the other party, and while the people around her didn't notice, she lowered her head and squeezed Rebecca's eyes: "I can't tell you this, this is the secret inheritance of the elves - but I can tell you about some of the rune structures that don't involve the core spell model." ”

Rebecca suddenly became excited: "Yay!! ”

"It's okay, don't continue to make trouble," Gao Wen looked at the situation in the venue and reminded the girl on the side, "Wait a minute, don't speak casually." ”

Rebecca immediately succumbed to the majesty of the ancestor and nodded again and again, but the next second she raised her head and looked around with a somewhat strange expression, as if she felt some kind of gaze, Gawain couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?" ”

"I don't know," Rebecca frowned, "I suddenly felt like someone was looking at this side just now, but I couldn't feel it in the blink of an eye...... Probably an illusion. ”

Gawain immediately spread his senses, and repeatedly checked the inside and outside of the venue several times in the largest range, before exhaling softly, shaking his head and whispering, "You may be too excited." ”

This was only a trivial episode, and in the middle of the conversation, the representatives of all parties were already in their places. The curtain depicting the emblem of power draped from the top of the huge stone pillars to the back of their seats, and the unique ring hall further highlighted the solemnity of the atmosphere, and after taking their seats, even the most unruly people were inevitably affected by the atmosphere, becoming serious and even producing a peculiar, unprovoked sense of honor.

And in such an atmosphere, the hand of the Silver Empress, the respected courtier of the Elven Empire, Valentian Jingu, stood up, and after a brief introduction of himself, he began to read out the names of the representatives of the various forces in the hall and the countries they represented one by one, as the beginning of this first alliance meeting - the magnetic majesty of the high-level elves and the voice with a certain strange sense of rhythm seemed to have a magical chanting, it resounded throughout the venue, and the representatives of some small countries attending the meeting immediately subconsciously listened to these names, Trying to deduce some kind of "order" from the order of the names, they quickly fell into a daze.

Because with the exception of Cecil as the first initiator, Typhon as the co-initiator, and the Silver Empire as the organizer and witness of the conference, the rest of the names are actually in alphabetical order......

This was the first meeting, and Gawain didn't intend to sort by national level and regional influence here.

Under the banner symbolizing the Oguray tribal state, the orc leader Camilla sat next to Wenna Baizhi, she looked up at the entire venue, and muttered, "It seems interesting, I like this kind of environment full of wildness and natural majesty rather than the lifeless conference hall - these elves know it very well, I thought they would only swing in the forest......"

Wenna ignored her friend's muttering, she was actually a little nervous - Camilla and she were both representatives of the Auguray tribal state, but on the conference roster, she was the main representative of the tribal state, and Camilla's identity was "assistant", but her friend had been controlled by curiosity since this morning, and like any feline, most of her attention had been focused on the fluttering curtains, large and small boulders, and the spring in the center of the venue, This made Wenna pessimistic about the pressure of the meeting she would have to bear next......

She even felt that she should follow Wycliffe's advice and bring out the scheming Stella - the fairy queen, though not very reliable, was better than a big cat that had already begun to drop its chains.

In the midst of this thought, she suddenly heard her friend's voice coming from the side: "Hey, wait, look—is there a seat empty over there?" ”

Wenna was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked up in the direction of Camilla's finger, and sure enough, she saw that there was an empty seat under a huge stone pillar opposite the venue, and above that strange seat, there was an equally strange emblem.

It was a completely unfamiliar flag, the main element of which was a majestic abstract motif reminiscent of a dragon's head, with golden veins, depicted on a crimson curtain - as the leader of the Grey Elves, Wenna knew the flags of any nation in the world, but she had never seen such a pattern.

Camila whispered to the side: "This color scheme...... Is it the flag of the Principality of the Holy Dragon? ”

"No, the seat of the Holy Dragon Principality is next to it, and there are already people," Wenna whispered quietly, "See?" It was Sir Gorosh Hickel, and we had read in the newspapers about his visit to Cecil. ”

“…… That seems to be a country that you and I don't know," Camilla blinked in confusion, "absent?" ”

"No, since their banner has been hung on the boulder pillar, their representative must have already arrived at Stronghold 112," Wenna whispered, "The Silver Elves wouldn't make such a low-level mistake......

As Vinna and Camilla discussed the vacant seat and the unfamiliar flag, more and more delegates in the room took notice.

One after another, eyes fell on the stone pillar, and although the delegates did not have a large-scale discussion among themselves, some of the delegates and assistants could not help muttering softly to each other, and more and more people looked curiously at the flag with gold stripes on a red background, guessing the origin of the absent party, and all kinds of strange conjectures developed in their minds.

Some of them seemed to see some key points, they saw that the vacant seat was located next to the Cecil Empire, and on the other side was the location of the Holy Dragon Principality, but even then, they didn't see any more clues.

In the process, names and countries were announced, delegates stood up to greet each other, and Valentian Kingu's voice came to an end—and with the final delegate from a small country from the western part of the continent standing up to greet him, all the participating nations made an appearance in the Ring of Oaths.

And that absent position...... Still absent.

Valentine Jingu's gaze swept over the entire venue, and he saw many curious eyes that he expected, although many of them were well hidden, but for the high-ranking silver elves who had lived for two thousand years, they could still be easily distinguished.

His expression did not change at all, he just waited quietly in place for a few seconds, and after receiving the signal from the Silver Empress, he stood up more straight, pressed his right hand on the chest and abdomen of the gown jacket, and his left hand naturally drooped, and said in a calm and clear voice: "In addition, there is another seat: the Tallund Continent, the Dragon Kingdom, the ambassador - the blue dragon Melita Pernia and his mission. ”

The entire venue was instantly extremely silent.

Valendian's voice had fallen, but all the delegates seemed to have not yet reacted, they looked at each other, doubting their hearing and comprehension, and some felt absurd, as if they had just heard that someone had brought the legend of the bard to this solemn place, but soon everyone's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden coercion in the distance and the sound of wings swept by wind and thunder—

On the south side of the Stone Ring of the Oath, in the sky above the lofty mountains, a huge figure pierced through the clouds, wrapped in the glow of the giant sun, and seemed to fly slowly and quickly in the direction of the venue, led by a blue dragon, her scales were mottled, as if tempered thousands of times from iron and fire, and six dragons lined up behind the blue dragon, they were also bathed in the sun, and they also carried a terrifying momentum.

"Dragon!"

I don't know who in the hall couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice, and a slight commotion ensued between the representatives of all parties and the assistants they brought, but in this tension that swept through everyone's hearts, after all, no one really panicked - although some people were pale, some were already in a cold sweat, and some even began to shake their bodies, but no one left their seats.

Whether it was strong self-composure or superficial decency, at least such a reaction caught in the eyes of Gawain and Bellsetia, making them nod slightly.

It's not on par with the pioneers of 700 years ago – but at least it's not bad.

Many pairs of eyes were fixed on the dragons approaching the room, while others finally reacted, and their eyes quickly focused on the seat of the Cecil Empire, on the original initiator of the meeting.

Each side of this conference is ...... It was all invited by Cecil.

Those dragons were also invited by Cecil.