The gate to the Ellay Pass is 20 feet high, enough for ordinary golems to pass through without hindrance.

The travelers, who had been violently pushed aside along with their convoy, had no signs of complaining at this time.

One by one, they lay on their stomachs and watched with great interest as the Golem Corps marched through the pass.

These steel monsters, twice the height of an adult, walked through the pass one by one with heavy steps. The chaotic and heavy footsteps joined together into a thunderous drumbeat, beating on people's hearts like a storm.

The travelers, who had the privilege of seeing the Golem Legion in its entirety, tried their best to suppress their fears and excitement while calming the restless horses around them.

Old Lawrence was also lying on his stomach, and he looked at the hundreds of golems that passed in front of him, and began to estimate their value in his heart.

"It's amazing!" said such exclamations from time to time, and old Lawrence pursed his lips.

It's probably too rich, he thought.

Transformed as a traveling merchant, Lawrence set out from Sophion two months ago with a returning caravan to the country known as the Corridor Country.

Even with an experienced caravan that had traveled the two countries for many years, bypassing the territories of some of the most greedy lords, Lawrence had seen all aspects of the country.

Fiefdom nobles, merchants, adventurers, commoners...... The appearance of all beings in a conservative, backward country is delicate in the eyes of old Lawrence who has been around for a long time.

For a moment, Lawrence suspected that his mission might be fruitless...... Until he came to the capital of the country.

There, he saw a new atmosphere—something completely different from that of the lands ruled by the fiefdom aristocracy, which changed his perception slightly.

But he remains unoptimistic about the country's future.

Lawrence could feel that the country, from top to bottom, every class, every individual, was in a state of restless mental. This kind of anxiety, like the premonition of disaster in nature, is buried in everyone's subconscious.

Yes, the storm is coming, but you are powerless to resist.

That was what he had in mind when he left the royal capital, but now, staring at the Golem Legion slowly passing in front of him, Lawrence felt that perhaps he should observe more.

On his return home from his mission, Lawrence heard about the Lilac family from a passing merchant.

So he changed his mind and prepared to go to the Eylay Basin to see the legendary young girl Da~mage, even though he thought it was nonsense from the bottom of his heart.

The high-level mage?5 years old?Loren, who has an understanding of the world of spellcasters beyond ordinary civilians, thinks that this must be a rumor, but his professionalism still makes him decide to go to Islay and see it with his own eyes before drawing conclusions.

I didn't expect to hit my goal so quickly.

Old Lawrence knew a lot about the Golem, the favorite guard of the spellcasters, but a Golem army of this size ...... Even in the side of that one, he had never seen it.

With such an attractive fortune, go to the royal capital alone?Is that little lady of the Lilac family really okay...... Old Lawrence couldn't help but worry about the rumored eldest lady in his heart.

However, this worry did not last long, and beyond the walls of the fortress, he saw the giant golem, which was even a head taller than the solid stone pass, and at this moment, a small pink figure flew to its shoulder.

Old Lawrence narrowed his eyes.

......

The ancient kingdom is crumbling

The death bell has already struck

The twins of fate quietly set off

In the midst of blood and fire, the crown of white gold was worn by the despicable

The sleeping gods sleep forever

When the day comes, the continent will usher in eternal darkness

-- Here, there is a pure white temple, with six huge pillars supporting a dome decorated with white marble reliefs, and the stained glass on both sides is filled with strange light.

In the huge hall, there were only three people standing in the center.

"Dan, has anyone ever told you that you're becoming more and more like those missionary sticks, even though they've been dead for hundreds of years...... You've summoned us here to tell us such nonsense?" The speaker was a stout man in a red robe, his knotted hair and a strange voice that hinted at wind and thunder, making his every word seem intimidating.

Across from him, a middle-aged woman with slightly white sideburns chuckled softly: "This is not nonsense, my dear Stone. This is already the most accurate prediction I can get. ”

"Seriously," the red-robed man frowned, pacing back and forth in the hall with some impatience, "I don't understand, Dan, why do you still insist on your useless prophecy spell after being out of touch with the outer realm for thousands of years. ”

"There's no god going to answer your question! no!" the red-robed man said loudly with his arms outstretched, and the beard on his face swayed violently.

Dan, however, just looked at him calmly, smiling gently.

The two looked at each other for a moment, but it was the man in the red robe who surrendered first.

He raised his hands: "Okay, okay, I admit that there is some truth to that statement. But we couldn't get in touch with her, could we?"

"Then, back to your prophecy, the ancient kingdom, what kingdom on the continent is not ancient? The Twins of Destiny...... What is this? Sounds like something out of a third-rate knight novel, okay don't talk about that. And then, the day of the end? Yes, we already knew it, didn't we? This state of affairs on the continent cannot last forever, and if we can't find a solution, sooner or later we will usher in the so-called 'day of the end,' right?"

"Boom!" Dan didn't reply, but there was an evil laugh from the side.

Instead of looking at the third person, who was facing the pillar and muttering something in a low voice, Stone said into the air on the other side, "Now that you're here, tell me what you think! Don't let out this disgusting laugh all day long, or are you not even able to control your already pathetic nature after being reduced to a shadow creature?"

The eerie laughter that was enough to trigger a nightmare stopped, and then a staccato voice sounded in the air: "Stiller...... Stiller Papal States ...... I...... Very interested......"

The staccato sound no longer sounded, and the creatures in the shadows didn't know if they had left.

The white-gold temple fell silent.

This seems to be the only clear clue in the prophecy. Dan spoke, and she looked at the red-robed mage.

"I'm in charge of the west, and you're in charge of the east. The stout middle-aged man nodded to Dan, "I see." That's all for today. ”

After speaking, the red-robed mage didn't look at the third person who had never said a word, and the whole person turned into a thunderbolt and disappeared into the white-gold hall.

Only a few remaining electric sparks still crackled in the air.

PS: Today I finally understand why the laughter of bad guys is often "桀桀桀", because this word seems evil!