The hut finally arrived, and after Maurice waved goodbye to the cheering crowd, he led Marven and the others into the house. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Master, there's one thing I don't understand, I don't know if you can tell me?" Marven hesitated for a moment, and finally said a question that had been hovering in his mind.

"Just ask. Morris sat down slowly, looking tired.

"What happened a thousand years ago?Why did the Divine Realm help the Demon Race deal with the Dark Horse King?" When he was in the square, he heard the conversation between Archangel Auschwitz and Morris, and he couldn't help but be terrified in his heart, "Haven't the Divine Realm and the Demon Race always been enemies?"

"Yes, they are enemies. "But when forces appeared in Middle-earth that could threaten their interests, they joined forces and became allies. ”

"His Royal Highness the Dark Horse King is trying to revive the civilization of the ancient Xia tribe, so that people of all races and religions can coexist peacefully, and the entire continent can enjoy tranquility, but in this way, people will no longer fight for the gods, the authority of the gods will be questioned, and the sphere of influence of the gods in the continent will completely collapse......"

"Therefore, when His Royal Highness the Dark Horse King crusaded against the Demon Realm, they stood by and watched, and at the last moment they helped the Demon Clan, and after the collapse of the expeditionary force, the Demon Clan was also greatly damaged, and the 'benevolent and great' gods took the opportunity to lay the seal of the Demon Realm, and took the merit of greed for heaven for themselves, and used religion to completely divide and disintegrate the Middle-earth Continent, and established absolute authority......"

"It turns out that those high gods are just deceiving and fooling us from beginning to end!" Marven couldn't help but clench his fists, his words were full of anger, "Our Xia clan has fallen into the current situation and become the so-called 'cursed nation', it seems that this is also their masterpiece!"

"The puppet is not guilty, but the gods have taken great pains to obtain the relics of the ancient Xia civilization......" Morris had a faint smile on his face, and the deep gaze in his eyes seemed to have traveled through the ages.

"Although the gods have hands and eyes to the sky, they will never think of the greatest essence of the ancient Xia civilization, which can help us defeat any powerful opponent and make our army invincible on the battlefield?"

"The essence of the ancient Xia civilization?" Marven asked, "What is that? Is it those unfathomable ancient martial arts, forbidden magic, or those powerful strategic weapons?"

"No, you can come with me first. Morris shook his head slightly, and led Marven into his room full of spatial enchantments.

Maurice whispered a spell, his face pale, illuminated by the light of his staff.

There were constant muffled sounds around the "Boom ......", and this huge spatial barrier actually began to collapse!

Marven felt a dizziness, and after a few moments, the outline of the four walls of the room gradually appeared in front of his eyes.

"This is ......" I saw an ancient bamboo scroll appear on a table in front of me, and the rustic and vicissitudes of life came to my face, looking at it, Marven actually felt that there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"This is the work left behind by the ancient soldiers' sanctuary of the Xia clan - "The Art of War"!"

Morris coughed softly a few times, his face full of awe and reverence, "It is more powerful than any ancient forbidden magic array, it can be called the greatest crystallization of wisdom of ancient civilizations, His Royal Highness the Dark Horse King once swept the entire Middle-earth continent with it!"

"Marven, take it and study it carefully, if you can truly understand the essence of it, you will be invincible!" Morris handed it over to Marven very solemnly, his cloudy eyes full of expectation and approval.

"The Art ......of War!" Marven had tears in his eyes, "Is this the greatest book of war in ancient times?"

"That's right, it can make you the greatest commander and sweep across the continent, just like the Dark Horse King did a thousand years ago!"

Marven trembled at the quaint bamboo scroll, nodded heavily, and said, "I must study this work diligently and completely reproduce the glory of my Xia ancestors!"

"It's good that you have this ambition, but Marven, there is one thing you have to keep in mind!" Morris patted him lightly on the back and solemnly admonished: "Martial arts to stop fighting, you must remember the truth written by the ancient soldier saint in this "Art of War"......"

"Soldiers, the major affairs of the country, the place of death and life, the way of survival, must not be overlooked......" Morris cleared his throat and continued: "War is the most cruel and bloody disaster in this world, in addition to having enough wisdom, you must also maintain a benevolent heart, avoid reckless military force, stop the war with war, and end all the wars in this world, which is the true meaning of the way of the ancient soldiers!"

"Master, I must keep it in mind!"

Master Morris had a smile of relief on his face, and after a moment, he fell straight to the ground!

"Master, Master!" Marven was shocked, and hurriedly went up to help him up, only to find that this kind and wise old man had long been unconscious......

I don't know how long it took, the Great Magister woke up slowly, opened his eyes, and found that he was lying on the bed, Marven, Zhang Feng and others were all around him, and even the head of Isabella, who had not been seen for a long time, also rushed over, and her crystal eyes were slightly red.

"Master, you've finally woken up......" Everyone choked up a little as they looked at the old and frail Grand Magus.

"Oh...... How long have I been unconscious?" Maurice braced himself and sat up reluctantly.

"It's been three days...... Isabella wiped the corners of her eyes gently, "I didn't expect you to be so seriously injured......"

"Hehe, don't be sad for me, Captain Isabella, people, there is always a day like this......" Morris smiled faintly and slowly stood up with Marven's support.

"Help me to the square in the center of the city, people are still waiting for me to preach......

With the help of the crowd, Maurice staggered to the square, and as he expected, the square was already crowded, and the inhabitants of the city of Brut stopped quietly in anticipation, as in the past.

Morris struggled to climb the stands, applied a amplification magic to himself, and used his last strength to teach the world the truth of fraternity and tolerance.

Because of his serious injury, Morris's speech was intermittent, sometimes accompanied by a violent cough, but everyone listened intently, and thunderous applause came and went.

An hour later, as the speech was about to end, but the people in the square had not dispersed, Morris raised his staff and shouted: "Not far outside the city, the Illuminati coalition is about to attack our city in order to promote their faith, and they want everyone to become holy fighters who believe in the god of light, and those who resist will be killed!"

"But freedom, equality, fraternity, tolerance, these are the most precious qualities in this world, and they are the basic rights that all men should have, and no power, not even God, has the right to take them away from us!"

With that, to the cheers of the crowd, Maurice began to chant an ancient spell, and the wand in his hand radiated a dazzling brilliance, illuminating almost the gloomy sky of the entire city of Bruter.

The "Boom...... wand gradually broke away from Maurice's withered right hand and slowly levitated over the square, and with a roar, a huge magic array gradually formed in the sky above Brut City.

"Master Morris!" Marven and the others let out an exclamation, as the magic array took shape, the Grand Magister Morris was already as pale as paper at the moment, and red blood kept flowing down the corners of his mouth, but he still managed to finish reciting the spell.

"Dancer of the sky, spirit of the earth...... Listen to my call to guard this ancient city......"

In the sky, a huge forbidden guardian circle suddenly formed, and a smile was caught in the corner of Maurice's mouth, but his body fell to the ground as if he had lost weight.

"Master Morris, you ......" Marvin and Isabella sped over and held the archmage who was about to fall to the ground.

"Master Morris, you can ...... Why ...... when you can leave?" Captain Isabella couldn't cry anymore. The forbidden magic array just now had completely exhausted the life energy of the Great Magister.

"Old man, why are you doing this? There is one less wise man in this world who has learned from the past and the present......" The martial spirit threw himself in front of him, crying.

"Don't be sad for me...... "Morris's deep gaze looked ahead, "no matter how powerful a life is, it will eventually come to an end, and only that great civilization can be immortal...... Before the words fell, the archmage's pupils gradually dilated......

"Wise man......!" Seeing Morris fall to the ground, the square was in mourning, and people fell to their knees.

"Master, I will definitely fulfill your last wish!" Marven clenched the map of the ancient ruins in his hand, his face full of determination.

In the year 2300 of the Guangming calendar, the wise man of Brut City passed away suddenly, and at the same time, the ancient ruins that had been sealed for thousands of years quickly detonated the interest of countless explorers.

The second revival of civilization, which is like an epic wave, has finally begun......