Maester Pesil was helpless about what happened in Dragonfly Town, so he ordered me to come here, but he didn't let me fully trust Avenhay in the Black Forest, if it was his conspiracy, then everyone in this hall would be my enemies, including Kauplin, who had always been with me, no, it wasn't companionship, it was a guard. There is also Hyde, who is half a countryman, although it is not clear where he is from Lannia, who believes in the gods of Dutan, the goddess of the Virgin, or the goddess of the people of the mountains. Anyway, when I tell me the news that Maester Pesil has handed over to me, will these people feel that they have lost a trace of their work and draw their weapons? What should I say?

"The men in black won't adapt to the environment here, and they won't try to adapt to it. Avinhay stepped down from the high platform, his gait was very vigorous, he was a head shorter than that of Master Pesil, his body was thin, but his eyes were very sharp, especially the silver eyebrows that drooped, as if he was preoccupied. "Pesil had been to the Black Forest a long time ago, and he had sworn that the men in black would not interfere with anything in the land, unless there was bad news from the other side of the river demon swamp. Woragon of Black Hill Mountain, you can come here to show that something must have happened in the world you live in?"

After speaking, the hall became extremely quiet. Everyone was waiting for my answer, everyone was waiting to take my life, no wonder, Lan Yi's attitude towards me was because he had already guessed the purpose of my coming, but Kaplin hadn't noticed it yet. Looks like my mission has been accomplished, perhaps. "You shouldn't be surprised, right? "Damn, what am I talking about, I ...... What the hell are you doing. Voragon moved back, and the silver-haired and silver-eyebrowed old man in front of him was still expressionless. Vorragon could feel the strange stares around them, and they were waiting for Awinhai to call the shots. My weapon, my weapon on my back, I'm ready to fight these people to the death, and if I have a chance to fight back, I will take the life of that guy named Lanyi first, and then this Avenhai.

Awinhai frowned, "Do you think what happened to the west of Delon Snow Mountain has something to do with the Black Forest?

Ask while knowing the answer. "A lot of people died in Dragonfly Town, because the contract signed between the Guardians in Dragonfly Town was destroyed. The hall was in an uproar. "I'm here to find the truth. ”

After hearing this, Awinhai's expression suddenly fell, "I've disappointed you, the truth is not here." He turned and walked back into the crowd, someone whispering in his ear, someone glaring at him, and he turned around, "Why do you say that?"

"Maester Pesil has personally confirmed that the ancient balance has been broken, that order will be re-established, that right and wrong will be decided by those who sign the book, and that the stars of Grevyn will know everything. If you don't believe me, take a look for yourself. "Maybe you have what it takes.

"Have you ever seen a contract?"

He's interrogating me? Damn, I'm probably interrogating him. "Creamy parchment, dense with strange symbols, stored in a blue furnace. ”

Avinhai dismissed his men and raised his scepter, which was inlaid with a large red heart jewel that swammed in a yellowish halo like a pulsing meteor. The heartstone was encased in four pale vines, like a bony hand holding a jewel. With a high-pitched, piercing roar, a huge blue fireball emerged from the scepter, and when Wallagon saw it, he thought of the one that Maester Pesil had shown him, and although they were all dark blue, they looked very different from each other. The fireball floated still in midair, Awinhay raised his hand, recited a spell, and from the fireball flew a piece of parchment with blue smoke, and as soon as he grabbed the parchment, the fireball disappeared immediately, and the whole hall went dark. He looked at the contents of the parchment and fell silent.

No one pulled out their weapons, no one stood up and swore to deal with me, the atmosphere was not right, it was completely different from what I had imagined. Voragon swept his gaze to the people around him, he saw Cowplin's stunned expression, saw Hyde's dazed and ignorant actions, saw Lan Yi and his companions quietly communicating with him, and saw that everyone was puzzled and even uneasy. At that point, I have to say, "I personally investigated the affairs of Dragonfly Town, and the traces I left behind only prove one thing, that the victims were not of human origin. ”

"What do you see?" Avinhai tucked the parchment into his pocket, his scepter still glowing faintly.

"Dead people, footprints, wheel prints. ”

"What else?"

And Woragon was surprised, "You know, and you know better than I am, right?" ”

"Bloody mouth!" Lan Yi stepped forward, "Do you suspect that we did it?"

It's you damn guy again, "Your every move has long been exposed, poor Lan Yi." ”

"You're ......!"

With a thud, Avenhai stomped his scepter hard, "Get out, everyone. ”

"My lord, this man in black is provoking us, he is not here to solve the problem at all, he is here to ....... ”

"Don't say any more, Lan Yi, you guys go out. Awinhai said sternly again. The crowd walked out of the hall, and at last only Vorragon and Awinhay remained.

"What are you responsible for in your organization?" Avinhai asked.

"You mean my mission?"

"I don't think you're a scout, but a knight, or a warrior. ”

"As you say, I'm really not good at spending. ”

"How long have you been a man in black?"

"That's not the point, Master Avinhai, Maester Pesil trusts me, he thinks I'm the only one up to the task. ”

"You're up to the task. Awinhay waved his hand and motioned for Voragon to sit down, "Pesil is smart and fickle, he knows how to use the resources at his disposal, and he knows how to make every move, and it is this that makes him sit firmly on the continent of Lanya. He knew the Elven King of the Earth Elves, and had a deep friendship with Palandi, whom the Twelve Generals regarded as a close friend, and who had helped them rebuild their homeland, and what he had done was great. I know him and I trust him. In the Dark Ages, Peshir, Orendine, and I fought side by side. But to my surprise, why didn't he come in person?"

"Maester Pesil is looking into this. Voragon replied, but he wasn't sure, "He mentioned the Shadow Corridor to me. ”

"yes, Shadow Hallway. Awinhai moved uneasily, "Only there can be the truth, but ......." ”

"Tell me, Lord Aunhai, this matter has nothing to do with you, right?"

"This thing...... This matter has nothing to do with the Black Forest for the time being, but the contract has been destroyed, and the Black Forest will have to face the threat. Awinhai's tone was very heavy, "The undead world, the Ladoras of the undead world, the place where the defeated undead are sealed, and the war will begin from there." ”

"What are we supposed to do?"

"I need to know more, what you see, what you hear, not a word. ”

That's exactly what Maester Pesil said to me, and Woragan remembered what he had seen in Dragonflytown, a faint mist hanging over Dragonfly, and the woods around the town were lifeless, and it was a cold, gloomy wind. The silence was like a closed coffin, with dead people lying in the streets, their faces hollow and twisted, and domestic animals and birds not escaping death. And the chilling footprints, the broken stone faces, the ruts with burning marks, the footprints with thousands of holes. Voragon couldn't remember where the footprints came from, and another possibility told him that they were the work of the dead. But the dead have always come from the undead realm, and their movements are like elephants, causing a commotion everywhere they go, not to mention Dragonfly Town, which is very close to Black Hill Mountain, and it is impossible for the Dusk Castle to be undetected. "No living escapes, no beast of any kind can cause such an event, and the Twitans believe that evil things are at work, but I have never seen the evil things they describe. If it is said to be the dead, the man in black will definitely find out for the first time, Lord Awinhai, the footprints left behind suddenly appear and disappear, just like ...... It's like ....... Voragon didn't know how to describe it all, "like two doors, the door that suddenly appeared, and the murderer came out of the door, killed everyone who saw him, and then entered another door, and then the door was closed, and there was only one possibility." But it doesn't make sense at all. ”

Awinhaily clutched the scepter tightly, his palms and the body of the scepter squeezed to make a cracking sound, his whole body was tense, and after a long silence, he spoke, "So Pesil wants me to go to the shadow corridor to investigate the truth, he guessed correctly, maybe the truth is there." ”

Worakon leaned forward, "What kind of enemy is it?"

"You said you saw footprints and wheel prints, so what kind of footprints are they, and what kind of wheel prints?" he asked rhetorically.

"The streets of the town are paved with stone, so I can't see the footprints, but I can vaguely make out the horses' hooves, and the ruts, and all the life on both sides of the tracks is dead, including flowers and insects. ”

"It's the Demon Convoy. Awinhai's tone was categorical, but then he lowered again, as if to say to himself, "No, the demon convoy doesn't have this ability, no, the Shadow Corridor doesn't have a passage to the human world. ”

"Demon convoy?" Woragan squeezed out a sneer, he always felt that his smile was like that of a toad that had been cut open by a knife. "What kind of creature is that?"

"That's not a creature. Avinhay told him, "It's the convoy that escorted the wraiths to the mottled canyon of the undead, a product of Orendine." The demon convoy serves and obeys Orendine. ”

"It was Orendine who broke the contract, and it was he who started the war. Woragon involuntarily stood up, "What should I do?"

"This is no longer within your reach, young Voragon, you must go back and inform everyone you know of this news, and I mean every king of every country, every brave knight, and every man who can pick up a weapon to defend himself. Awinhai pinched the outside of his pocket with his emaciated fingers, and the parchment was still in his pocket. "You must be prepared for the return of the defeated undead of Ladoras, but I cannot be sure when the undead will press in in droves. When war comes, the storm will be their first obstacle, then the dark tokens of the River Swamp, then the Black Forest. But the grave keepers couldn't resist for long. Avinhay left the table, his weight leaning towards the magical scepter.

It seems that he is also afraid, Wolagon thought to himself, I have not experienced the Dark Ages, this is a blessing for me, but all this has been turned into a scorched earth with the Dragonfly Town incident, and a stone has stirred up a thousand waves, is it possible that this huge world can't withstand the slightest toss? Thinking of this, he only thinks that the contract signed between the guardians is the reason for the beginning and the end. Why did you sign this contract, you are friends who fight side by side.

Avinhai silently walked back to the platform and sat down on the stone steps, his scepter in deep thought. The silver hair was unkempt like a mass of dead grass clinging to the frost, and the head of the scepter lost its light, and everything became extremely dull. Woragon heard the shuffled conversations outside the hall, and the storm, especially the storm, which became more irritable and louder at the moment. I've had enough of being here, and I want to leave.

"Once the Black Forest falls, they will find a way through the Delon Snow Mountain, and the remaining wolf spirits will strike the undead, but the wolf spirits are just as vulnerable. Avenhay looked up at Voragon, "All of this is just buying you time. ”

"Buying us time?" Woragan struggled to think about what he was going to do next, "then...... I want to inform all of you that the living must form an alliance against our common enemy. But how likely is it to succeed, it took hundreds of years for the cultists and scholars to turn the history of the Dark Ages into a bedside tale of scaring children, the Church of Dusttul as I know, the gods of Dutan, the Sanctuary cultists, the Saints of the Mountains, all of whom are trying to cover up the facts. Driven by faith, rights become ...... Hey, it's like a righteous king who suddenly one day admires a clever courtier, and he confides in him his thoughts and plates. As for the courtiers, he will speak in the ears of the king, poisoning his will and blinding his mind. ”

"Don't despair, Voragon, dark clouds obscuring the starry sky only temporarily. "The influence of the Men in Black is far beyond what you understand, and you should know very well why the Church of Dashtur left the south bank of the Redstone River. The Twitans are treacherous, but the Sanctuary, Patumon and Zealandera, believe in the Virgin Mary, and the two young kings always follow the will of their ancestors, and they will believe what the men in black say. ”

Woracan was shocked to learn that Awinhay knew more than he could have imagined. "I thought you didn't know anything west of the Delong Snow Mountain. ”

"The Church of Dastur has a long history, and it is said that they have a specific organization in the Elven Age, so I have been keeping an eye on their changes. ”

"If the two great Western countries take the lead, will the other countries do the same? Will the northerners controlled by the Dashtur Church do the same? And the town of Xize, the strange stone platform, the basswood fort, the red castle, and the Murhein, Shatarus, and Kios of the Greenthorn Country, will they do the same?"

Avinhai shook his head, "It's up to you. ”