The black rain clouds quietly dissipated, and the sky once again revealed its blue dome, and the morning light had not yet faded from the brightness of the morning sun, and the journey to the top was still continuing.

Aldrich Triss couldn't help but speak first, and then fell into deep thought, "The Thunderhammer will not be tampered with by the King of the Reindeer!"

After all, in the distant past, in the Age of Elemental Tides, Okemedees, a famous Grand Arcanist and one of the two virtues, had spent half his life accurately measuring the concentration of elements scattered across the continent of West, proving that it was affected by the gravitational pull of celestial bodies such as the sun and moon and bright stars.

Secondly, the earthly incarnation of the gods with the source of immortality, and even the elect or priests favored by the gods, often greatly change the elemental concentration of a certain area when they exert their divine powers, resulting in small areas of high and low tides, from which many of the dead magic areas known as the Barren Lands are derived.

The small-scale elemental surge that occurred in the territory of the Grand Duke of Eastwood, the head of the Western Turkish Customs Union, had a continuous impact on the situation on the Westster continent, like a lightning flash, attracting the attention of many big people who could perceive the matter.

Among them is the generous hand of Helena Serriès, who is struggling in the Temple of the Friends of the Merchant, worried about reaching the limit of her lifespan.

At the top of Mount Banduras, known as the Ridge of the World, the legendary Dragon Silver Dawn Zandar Fessin has awakened from a long slumber and roared with unknown meaning.

At the same time, Dinostratus, the horn of justice who stayed deep underground to guard the gate of the abyss, and the companion of the former hand of justice opened his golden dragon eyes, and the dungeon Yellowstone, which spontaneously formed in his head, was like the crown of a king, and the lights were bright and shining in an instant.

The Horn of Justice was too old to respond to the call of the old man, but there were quite a few members of the Red Bronze Dragon, who had many bloodlines and breeds, and they were allowed to leave the deep underground and come to the surface through a special ascending channel.

When the eyes adjust to the bright sunlight and drop a layer of naturally protected transparent eyelids, the natural breeze blows away the mud and dust of the scales, and the dragons ride the wind towards Banduras, the spine of the world.

The change in the world of dragons has triggered a series of more far-reaching chain effects, with the elect of the gods of the old era, direct descendants, and benevolent patrons leaving the hermitage to discover a new era of ebbing elemental tides, a small wave of rising tides is sweeping across the continent of West, but the origins are in the Western Lands, which were considered barren lands a hundred years ago.

The casters of the spell who have been passed down through the ages, especially the elemental envoys who use the source, were surprised to find that they could throw five small fireballs at their fingertips, and the good times of falling from the sky had come, and the glorious age of the casters was resurrected again.

The hustle and bustle of elemental elves swept across the land, spreading from the Western Earth Customs Union to the mother country of Wilsec, and even to the warring countries of Middle-earth against the orc legions.

Just as the Black Continent resists the inexplicable rules of divine power and weakens the power of spells, orcs who have an empty mind and pick up the traditional shamanic way are also weakened by the influence of the elemental tide.

The flames of war that had been burning everywhere gradually subsided, and there were many wise elders among the orc slaves, and after venting their pent-up anger for many years, they began to calm down and think about the survival of the race.

Unwilling to be cannon fodder and victims, the experienced shamans began to organize clans and tribes, transforming their people from savage marauders to skilled craftsmen, but fortunately, they learned many useful skills and skills from their slavery life to build their homes in the ruins.

A new force has risen between the canine crevices of Middle-earth and the southern principalities, and news has reached the plantations in the rear, the dusty workshops, and the mines that have not seen the light of day, and more and more orcs are raising the banner of righteousness against the human slave masters.

Seeing that the situation was about to get out of control and the peaceful rural towns were on fire, the undead empire was about to act as the mastermind, so it complied with the request of the Grand Dukes and sent legions of servants to attack everywhere.

Having said that, when Aldrich Triss sparked an elemental surge with a thunderhammer and snapped his fingers to repair a hole in the tower, Storm Knight Granal was stunned for a moment, and quickly regained his fighting spirit, and with the help of his personal collection of Rune's amulet, he launched a decisive charge against the Great Knight of Virtue who had defeated him and disgraced his family.

However, Elder Gundaf, who knew that the tide was over, raised his staff and called for the Eagle Mount, and fell from the sky to grab the Storm Knight's shoulder, and forcibly stopped Granal's death-threatening move, and carried him away as fast as possible.

Seeing through the disguise with a discerning eye, the staff-wielding half-elf saw Aldrich Triss's hostile gaze and unhurriedly transformed into an electric falcon, following the eagle's trail and calming the struggling Storm Knight and dispelling his manic mood.

Sensing the staggering rise of the declining elemental tides, Elder Gundav immediately realized that this was a godsend, and the legacy of the old times excavated by the elf waste capital of Jinger in the depths of the Endless Ocean, the smelting furnace made with the elemental collapse technology, would continue to forge powerful weapons and equipment.

According to the intelligence collected not long ago, Eastwood City has armored floating ships that soar into the sky, similar alchemical creations, and the three North Sea countries also have flying vehicles that can be used in actual combat.

The strength gap that once opened up fell back to a level line that was not much different due to the rising tide of the elements, who was at a loss, and the half-elf with the staff thought that he had taken a big advantage.

Having lost the core figure that dominated the situation, Eastwood City was quickly wiped out by the local chaos deliberately created by spies and spies, and was quickly snuffed out by the city guards who were targeted to throw force, and there were many smart people who chose to re-lurk in the bad sense, as for the fools who got carried away and retreated quickly enough, the rats who were caught by natural enemies and grabbed by their tails were all cleared by the iron fist of Master Caples, who presided over the matter.

The gang members who took advantage of the chaos to make a fortune, the lone traveler in the underground world who wanted to make a fortune, and the dense gallows like a jungle that were erected afterwards, and the boots loaded with several carts—the corpse collectors collected and buried the dead, stripped off all their clothes, and lived a life of coming and walking bare-striped—with unprecedented force to suppress all discontented voices.

The tower where the experimental elemental pool is located has been identified by the master of the eight leaves as the active area with the highest concentration of elements, and a thorn fence has been erected around this vast desert land to block the prying eyes of outsiders.

It wasn't long before Master Elliot learned the art of turning mud into stone from an ancient text, and a three-man rock barrier rose from the ground. His apprentice set out to draw the associated spell scrolls, and the sparkling elemental aura delighted the master of Yaba.

However, there is a problem in front of them that even they feel tricky, for the review of Aldrich, who caused all this, was rejected on the spot by the Great Knight of Virtue who inherited the family title, and even Master Edmundo, the head of the eight leaves, did not dare to rashly start the matter.

Moreover, Baron Tris, who is armed with Thor's hammer, also has enough strength to resist all the pressure that is forcibly exerted on him, whether it is the political and economic aspects that are closely related to the industry under his name, or the increasingly expanding group of spellcasters led by Master Yaba.

No one dared to pat their chests and promise to disarm Aldrich, and Marthas, the strongest son of war, believed that he already had the strength of a knight lord and refused to fight.

Today, with the status of a powerful nobleman, the strength of the chief knight of the West-Turkish Customs Union, the deep network of contacts, and the position of a military industrial tycoon, there is no need to hide the identity of the nouveau riche of business, and the friends of the House of Representatives standing behind him, and the merchant association, which sees an opportunity to include him, have elected His Excellency Baron Aldrich Triss to appear in the public arena.

As for the proposal to deprive the knighthood, due to the tacit understanding of the nobles of the Senate, and the voices of the powerful merchant community through different channels, even the prestige and prestige of the Archduke of Eastwood could not force it to pass a vote, not to mention that there were different voices within the Customs Union, coupled with the looming war in the northern seas, the rupture that had once reached the brink of danger gradually subsided due to external pressures and returned to a stagnant calm.

The Senate, which was composed of traditional nobles, strongly recommended cold treatment, and Aldrich also knew that he was too in the limelight and too aggressive, and expressed his willingness to go to the front line of the Northern Sea and participate in the decisive battle of the three armas of the North Sea.

Potential rivals and political opponents thought it was a rare opportunity, but when Mrs. Lovet Triss appeared in public in a loose-fitting garment full of pregnancy, many people's bad ideas were immediately dispelled.

The back-and-forth battle will continue for a long time, at least bridging the differences between the two sides, especially since the third batch of war bonds is an arrears issued on the premise of the complete defeat of the three North Sea countries, which is in the interests of everyone, and the nobles and merchants have chosen to stand in the same trenches without giving up their previous suspicions.

When the time came to set sail, the aptly named Heat was the flagship, leading seventeen armored floats to the northern seas, and Aldrich Triss entered the bow with a thunderhammer that no one could shake.

The words of the ship's spirit Christine were heard in his ears, and the temple changed its perception and attitude towards him, believing that Baron Triss had the value of being co-opted, and the rejuvenated Skyfire was now located at an altitude of 20,000 meters above the ground, watching the war that would determine the hegemony of the North Sea.

"There was a mysterious figure whose identity was unreadable at the back of the main cabin, the gender of which was ambiguous, but it was presumed to be an elderly woman based on her demeanor. ”

Aldrich replied in surprise: "Even you can't recognize the identity, it must be a legendary person whose strength exceeds mine, the top of the temple has been in decline for a long time, and the only person who can come can only be the generous hand of His Excellency Helena Serriès, a human legend who has been extremely active in the old days." ”

The ship spirit also had the same idea, but Master Tris's conclusion was obviously a step further than her vague inference, "The upper echelons of the temple know that Thor's hammer is in my hands, and only I can wield the god-right weapon of the Thunder King, who has changed the rules, and preside over the enemies of the giants of rebirth and destruction, and the generous hand probably wants to use the Thunder Trial to restore her youth, and even extend her lifespan to the limit!"

Christine immediately mobilized her growing repository of knowledge, and then calculated the best of them: "This is a good deal! ”

"Looking forward to meeting with the Generous Hand, daring to risk his own life to fly high in the sky, His Excellency Helena Selriès's wishes must be more urgent than mine!"

I'm looking forward to it!