The 116 years of winter are destined to leave a strong mark in the history books.

With the fall of the goddess Lorelai, who had been revered by mankind for thousands of years, the Great Sage Bray was crowned as the new god of magic, and Hohenheim ended his century-long neutrality and once again joined the ranks of the undead.

The family history runs through the entire Silver Empire, and the Kolk royal family fell with the fall of the Princess Regent, ending nearly a thousand years of glory, confirming the long-held prophecy that the day of Kolk's demise is the end of the empire, the nobles are in their own ways, and the United Kingdom has long since existed in name only.

Dwarven gnomes, wood elves, night elves, and orcs have abandoned their inter-ethnic hatred and strife to unite under the banner of the undead empire, allowing the long-dormant anti-undead alliance to be reconcluded.

The first generation of pillar gods, who never levied believers, also left behind the long-held precepts, and natural shrines sprung up everywhere, igniting the remaining flame of hope in people's hearts, and the fear of the dead is as high as the expectations for the pillars are high.

Behind all the events there is a common driving force, and in the streets and alleys, the children of nature from the other world have become a hot topic of discussion after dinner.

The rebel army, made up of homeless outcasts with the support of the nobility, has grown rapidly, and they have been frightened by the undead, convinced of the rumors that the pillars are going to destroy humanity, and have fought against the emerging nature cults at every turn, including the allied Dawn cult. The nobles, who thought that the rumors were exaggerated, did not abandon the idea of getting rid of or wooing Link, although they had some scruples about the strength of the column. Since leaving Valolet, Link's whereabouts have become a complete mystery, and the four once opposing forces, the Adventurers' Guild, Cobweb, the Dawn Cult, and Hohenheim, have joined forces to conceal Link's whereabouts and spread a large amount of false news, causing the nobles and rebels to repeatedly pounce on them, except for the three of Wilfredo and his party who went north from the Great Pit. Even within the Alliance, Link's whereabouts are unknown.

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Because of the colder autumn rain every time, there were few pedestrians on the streets of Xindu, and Bridge, dressed in thick rain felt, walked into the old house on the corner of the street. The interior of this dilapidated tavern was dimly lit, and except for the bartender who was smearing down the bar, there were only customers at the innermost table.

Shedding the cold and damp rain felt, Bridges walked straight over. At the small log table sat three people with a considerable difference in height. The body in the center is muscular, the left side is only half of the normal person, and the right side is thin.

Standing at the table, Bridge lifted his hood to reveal his old face.

The thin man on the right sighed, very surprised.

Just this sound was enough for Bridge to conclude that there was no one among the three of them who she wanted to meet.

"Qiang-" The clear metallic sound was especially loud in the quiet tavern.

Bridge's weapon is a pair of claws, don't look at his age. He is not much inferior to a young man in action, and he strikes the thinnest of the three with lightning speed.

There was another crunch, and a long strip of cloth wrapped around it blocked Bridge's claws.

"What do you mean?" asked the short man on the left, who lifted his cloak, and this time it was Bridge's turn to be surprised, it was actually a dwarf! Because of the slave trade, the relationship between humans and dwarves has fallen to an all-time low in the past few decades.

The thin man, who was being targeted by Bridge, jumped back sharply, and a faint blue blue fluorescence lit up around his body.

Mage?!

Bridge withdrew her claws. Cautiously took a few steps back.

"Who are you?"

"If you don't even know our identities, you're really old. A sigh. The burly man who stopped Bridge removed his hood.

Bridge's face stared at the weathered face, his lips slightly open: "Wilfredo......" After a moment of distraction, he immediately came back to his senses and asked, "Why did you come back?"

He was convicted of collaborating with the enemy back then, doesn't this kid know that his wanted portrait is still posted in the union hall?

Wilfredo glanced in the direction of the bar, where the bartender was long gone. Only a crumpled rag remains.

"I met Link in the Blood Arena. ”

"What......" Bridge's exclamation took a lot of effort to suppress the exclamation that came out of his mouth, "Then ...... you came back this time"

"His instructions. "This is not the place to talk, and Wilfredo kept his words as concise as possible.

Habitually want to press the eyebrows, looking at the sharp claws. Bridge reluctantly put it down.

"Follow me. ”

The headquarters of the Adventurers' Guild is located in the slums, which was once the old city of Aiden, and after the fall of the north, a large number of people moved westward, so that Aiden, which was originally just a small border town, has become a royal capital of hundreds of thousands of people in less than 40 years. In an era when it was difficult to fill their stomachs, bounty hunters who were keen to find buried wilderness and underground treasures changed careers, and the adventurer's guild declined, just like the once powerful silver empire.

Probably reluctantly and nostalgic, Bridge did not move the union to the new city that had been built, which had long been occupied by aristocrats and wealthy merchants. The headquarters of the Thorn of Shadows and Cobwebs are still underground, and the thought of it makes the president's heart feel much better.

Because of Bridge's desperate gamble, the almost forgotten Adventurers' Guild miraculously came back to life.

Both Wilfredo and Wengers were born aristocrats in the new capital, and they were stunned to see the once deserted streets full of traffic.

"Surprised, isn't it? I wouldn't have dared to even think about it six months ago. Seeing the once crowded union hall regain its former bustle, Bridges was filled with emotion. He guided the three of them to a single room on the second floor. The walls, roofs, and floors were built with spells designed to insulate sound, and ordinary prophecy spells were ineffective and were used for secret talks.

Removing the weapon he hadn't used in a long time, Bridge sat down with his forehead pressed down, "Tell me, what's going on?"

Glancing at Wengers, Wilfredo sat down in the chair across from Bridge, briefly recounting his encounter with Link, omitting his offer to join the Nature Sect.

"Have you ever wondered what it means to join the nobility of the Natural Sect?"

The familiarity in Bridge's tone made the dwarf Campano on the side couldn't help but poke the mage with his finger and ask what their relationship was?

Wengers, who has always known everything, did not answer immediately.

"Can't tell?"

Shaking his head, Wengers looked embarrassed.

Campano and they have known each other for many years. It's long been friends who break through the boundaries of identity and race, but it's just ......

"From the moment I was abandoned, I was no longer a nobleman. Grandpa, I only have you now. ”

Grandfather!!

Campano's jaw is about to dislocate, and Wilfredo is the grandson of the president of the Adventure Guild?

Bridge asked calmly, "Have you really decided?" the status of the nobility is secondary, and I will only be regarded as a traitor by people who do not know the truth. ”

"Don't get rid of the decaying cancer of the past. How can a new order be established? I am no longer a knight, and my glory and fame have long since been put down. Wilfredo replied indifferently.

Bridge wiped his face and remained silent for a long time, and the small living room was silent for a while.

He knew the temperament of this grandson, who was as stubborn as he was when he was young, and never changed what he decided, no matter what the outcome was.

Sooner or later, the Silver Empire will be replaced by a new dynasty, and even if it does not have a noble origin, it can still get ahead with its military exploits. This is also the advice that Bridges gave after helping Wilfredo escape from prison to go south. Temper yourself in the wilderness where the nobles' hands can't reach, and wait for the time to return.

Bridge even planned the future for his grandson, taking advantage of the political turmoil, he was recommended by himself to join the Grand Duke of Befast, not to mention being mixed into the consul, at least he could be mixed with the army. After the fall of Kork, Befast was the only orthodoxy. Both strength and prestige are the best among the existing nobles.

But Wilfredo chose a thorny path that Bridges didn't expect.

To join a sect of nature is to completely turn away from the interests of mankind. Someday. If Zhu really wants to destroy the human race, how should this foolish knight who has been determined to save all people since he was a child deal with himself?

Looking at his grandfather, who had not seen him for many years and was much older than he remembered, Wilfredo bent down and bowed deeply. He is a priest and can no longer kneel to any creature other than the gods.

A thousand words are in this deep worship. Bridge stared at his grandson's painful but unwavering eyes and nodded slowly.

Wengers also breathed a sigh of relief. Born in an aristocratic background, he has long been accustomed to seeing relatives fighting to the death for interests, and he is really worried that Bridges will resolutely oppose Wilbredo joining the Natural Sect. It's one thing to be in an alliance, it's another thing to join. The former can withdraw at any time due to changes in the situation. The latter is to be tied to the natural sect, and one will prosper and the other will lose.

Tsk~ This is okay to say that the child of nature, like Wilfredo, a temple warrior who can only be regarded as a high-level believer at best, and if he dies, he will be mixed with a paladin, even if he can make an exception to become a druid, there will always be a child of nature who is really made by God to press his head. It is better to defect to the Archduke of Befast, although he is at the forefront of the fight against the undead, but the more dangerous it is, the greater the reward.

Just as Wengers was thinking, Bridge's gaze swept over.

Dwarves and mages, in the Great Pit...... No, I guess I met in the Blood Arena. Well, that kid looks familiar?

Noticing that Bridge's gaze was behind him, Wilfredo offered to introduce Wengers and Campano, not only emphasizing the word friend, but also pointing out that their entourage was also at Link's behest.

Bridge's eyes darkened, and he didn't say anything.

Since it means the child of nature, he naturally does not want to talk or meddle.

"The situation is tense here in Xindu, how could that one think of letting you come here?"

"I came to Aiden on my own initiative, mainly to see you. Furthermore...... This is the headquarters of the union and Dawn, and it seems dangerous, but it is safer than anywhere else. Wilfredo believed that even if someone found out that he was an impostor, his life would not be in danger.

Bridge shook his head helplessly.

Fortunately, Link has always been in the habit of staying in the union, but he still has to communicate with Dawn and Cobwebs in private, and it is really a child of nature who is coming, and he will not make these superfluous arrangements. (To be continued......)

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