Aurelius remembered what his father had said on his deathbed: there would be a man named Merlin, who had come by the will of the gods and would eventually lead Wales to the top.

"Before the first rays of the sun shine on the earth tomorrow, the megalithic pillar you want will appear in the middle of Kingdom Square in Wales. ”

After the black-robed man who called himself Merlin said this, the rickety figure shrank back into the darkness and was silent again.

Aurelius was still in shock, and what had just happened was like a dream.

"Is this true?.." Aurelius lost his mind.

"Your Majesty—" The court magician was also a little frightened, and he couldn't help but shout.

Aurelius muttered, "Wait until tomorrow. . . You'll find it.."

Early the next morning, Aurelius was awakened in his sleep by an agitated attendant.

"Your Majesty, you should go and see the miracles. It's a miracle." The squire was so excited that he was incoherent, and the words of the black-robed man yesterday echoed in O'Lelius's mind, and he immediately got up and hurried out of the palace without even putting on his coat.

Before arriving at Kingdom Square, the earth-shattering noise and cheers could be heard in the distance.

Aurelius couldn't help but urge the groom again.

Finally, he saw it.

Huge stone pillars stand in the middle of the square, and countless people surround it, chanting "Long live Wales" and "God bless Wales".

"The king is coming!" the people noticed the royal chariot and consciously parted ways.

Aurelius eagerly stepped out of the car, his eyes slid over his excited faces, and finally stopped at the boulder pillar.

He could clearly see every ravine in the pillar, and he stepped forward, reaching out to touch the rough and broad surface of the pillar, when suddenly the pillar trembled slightly, and fine pieces of rock and sand fell.

Aurelius subconsciously retreated, but soon, he stopped, his eyes frozen.

He saw that at the top of the stone pillar, an intricate pattern was carved into it, it was a fire dragon with wings spread and roaring, but it was not red, but black.

Aurelius could not help but get excited, he turned to look back at his people, raised his right hand, and shouted: "The glory of Wales will surely shine on the whole continent of Europe." ”

All the people of Wales were also agitated and excited, and chanted along with their king.

In their eyes, the sudden appearance of megaliths and totems symbolizes some kind of omen, and Wales is about to rise.

Aurelius did not come to the idea of carving his exploits on the pillars again. Merlin's strength shatters his hubris and makes him see reality, which is a good thing for him for the kingdom.

When Aurelius returned to the palace, Merlin was already waiting for him.

He was still dressed in black robes, and his whole body was wrapped in shadows.

"Your Majesty, can you believe my word now?"

Merlin sat in the place that should have been made by Aurelius, enjoying his breakfast, but he was not angry at all, but replied happily: "Of course, you are the advisor of the kingdom, and there will always be a place left for you by my side." ”

Merlin got up, stretched out a hand to his chest, and said respectfully, "I am happy to serve Your Majesty." ”

Aurelius noticed that Merlin's voice was old, but his palms were as young as a teenager's.

He was surprised, but didn't care, and asked, "Dear Merlin, what should I do next?"

"Continue to gather your strength, Your Majesty." Merlin's hoarse voice sounded from the black robe: "The empire was not built in a day... You will be king of the Irish, and your son will rule Great Britain... One day, the king of the continent will be born in Wales, and he will draw the sword of the king hidden in the megalithic pillar and completely sweep away the power of the Romans."

Aurelius suddenly realized that this would be a protracted war, and that the fire that was stirring up the entire continent was about to be ignited by his own hands...

While the barbarians in the west were fighting each other against the Roman army, the kingdoms of the British Isles began to fall into strife.

There is a tavern bard who sings: "The mysterious black-robed magician entered the royal palace of the King of Scotland, and with one hand he summoned the power of thunder, fire, and frost. . .

The incompetent court magicians fled in disarray, and the King of Scotland invited them as guests.

The magician prophesied that Scotland would unite the power of all of Great Britain to help the suffering people escape the tyrannical rule of the Romans.

Perhaps on the same day, the king of the Kingdom of Ireland met the same black-robed magician, still with the same prophecy...

And the Saxons, who were also guided by great powers...

Whether it is a prophecy or a lie, when the war is over and everything settles, the answer will be revealed."

When the early winter came, the Kingdom of Scotland officially declared war on the Kingdom of Ireland, and then Wales also sent troops to raid from the north of Ireland, the Kingdom of Ireland was in danger and was forced to turn to the Saxons for help, and the Saxons and the King of Ireland reached some kind of agreement and began to invade Wales, the four kingdoms were in a mess, and the British Isles were completely plunged into civil strife..

The town, called Andrew, was originally just a small village.

Twenty years ago, a salt vendor got lost in the jungle outside the village. Just when everyone thought he was dead at the mouth of the beast, he came out alive and with a whole cart of good blades.

Later, after a drunken experience, the lucky man confided that the dwarven territory was the domain of the dwarves after passing through the dense forest outside the village and over the rolling hills.

The dwarves who are good at forging are almost all master craftsmen, and forging weapons is their preference, but they are also peace-loving.

"Those beautiful swords were thrown to the ground and dusted. I really couldn't take it anymore, so I just dragged a cart back.."

Only then did everyone suddenly realize that there were smart people who couldn't help but be ready to move, and a few packets of salt could be exchanged for sharp swords and hundreds of times the profits from the dwarves, where could they find such a good business.

As a result, more and more people went into the dense forest, and speculators forcibly carved a passage in it.

The dwarves are also willing to trade with humans, but they have also learned so well that a few packets of salt for a cart of blades will never happen again, but it is still a profiteering business.

But the business suddenly shut down a few months ago.

"Where did those dwarves go? Are they missing?" a man with a huge wine trough nose poured a few sips of ale into his mouth, his face full of sorrow: "Andrew has been raining for two weeks in a row, and the tobacco I brought is almost moldy, and if I can't find the dwarves, I will lose at least twenty gold coins."

"Who knows... I've heard that these dwarfs like to dig holes, so it's hard to hide all of them underground."

"Maybe you cheated them too hard last time, so they don't like to do business with humans."

Someone said something jokingly, but the laughter caused was very small, and it was obvious that it was not just one person who was worried about it.