Jonah, a fourth-level astrologer apprentice, looked up and saw the shining motto of Gilberto, the first astrology instructor, engraved on the lintel of the astrology tower. He sat down on the cold red stone floor with a thud, holding his dirty deerskin bag.
, burst into tears.
Before the fall of Red Stone Castle, Jonah set out from the Astrology Tower in the wilderness at noon every day and walked for three hours to the Royal and Anglican Library of Red Stone Castle to study astrological works.
He was wearing the dark blue hooded cloth robe of an astrologer's apprentice, and on his chest hung the first-level apprentice badge issued by the Continental Astrology Society: a black disk symbolizing the starry sky with four light blue star flowers floating on it. When there is another article
Once the paper is approved by the Continental Astrological Society and published in the Astrological Yearbook, Jonah can add another star flower to his coat of arms and is allowed to write "D. Jonah II. Astrology" at the end of the signature.
It’s quite an honor to have the words “Art Apprentice” written on it.
According to the provisions of the "United Amnesty Act" signed a hundred years ago, all countries on the continent, including empires, church states, republics and clan tribes, during peace or war, regardless of regime, political system, change of rulers, from the army, tribunal, law enforcement
When the person comes to the inquisitor, all state power will grant amnesty to the five professions of priest, magician, steam puppeteer, astrologer, and mathematician. That is to say, state actions prohibit any harm to the above professions. The management, evaluation, migration and even
Judgment work is conducted by the corresponding guilds and societies.
Jonah was wearing the robes of the five major guilds with a transcendent status and was exempted from the war. To him, the war was like a stage play happening around him - in fact, from the day he passed the examination twelve years ago,
The whole world has become a stage play, which makes him always feel a little empty and irritable when he walks out of the astrology tower.
Jonah walked through the deserted paths of the red soil plain day after day, and saw so many gloomy-looking people walking on the road, some fleeing from war-torn places, some heading towards their hometowns with slim hope, and some carrying pitchforks to join the farmers.
Some of the Self-Defense Forces do some small business to make a fortune, some completely give up hope and walk numbly, and some hold the knife under their cloak at all times.
Soon after, Jonah often saw some of them lying on the roadside, leaning against the ruins, holding their bags and scimitars, looking at the sky, their body temperatures gradually freezing. They died of the plague and the invaders.
Whether they were lances or the teeth of hungry people, no one knew, but when Jonah passed by them the next day, they would be stripped naked, and next to the emaciated corpses were a few coyotes who lacked appetite due to obesity.
Jonah saw a mother crying holding her child, an old man crying in front of a pot with unknown pieces of meat rolling around, and a woman crying. The man on the woman was naked from the waist down, and the upper body was wearing a bright Earth Dragon Knight standard chest armor.
.So many tears gave him a headache, and the horrified and awed looks in his mother's, old man's, woman's and knight's eyes when they saw his robe made him feel a little nauseous.
On his way to the Royal and Anglican Library for the last time, Jonah saw the towering Red Stone Castle on the horizon emitting thick smoke from a distance. The sunlight at four o'clock in the afternoon pointed his shadow in the direction of the Red Stone Castle.
He moved his steps mechanically.
Within two months, Jonah entered through the small door guarded by the five major professional unions on the city wall again and again. He saw rolling stones falling like rain, boiling oil squeaking on his skin, the earth-walking dragon's steps shaking the earth, and the heraldic shield.
A sharp arrow flashed through the gap and appeared in the neck of the garrison on the city. The day of the city's destruction finally arrived. Although he had already had a premonition of this moment, Jonah looked at the red stone castle with smoke billowing, and still felt a little bit of pain in his heart.
shock.
He entered the red stone castle through the main entrance along the red stone corridor. One of the fifty-foot-high city gates collapsed. The enemy's military boots trampled over the city gate that was still burning with small flames. Bodies were piled on the road.
On the side, the Earthly Dragon Messengers were running around holding blood-stained flags. More than half of the buildings on the Central Avenue were burning. The invader officers waved their whips and ordered the surviving residents of Redstone Castle to lift up the bodies and throw them into the burning buildings. Most of the survivors were
Citizens and enemy forces have massacred and looted the nobles and merchants of Red Stone Castle.
Jonah felt that he fell into a strange state, as if everything that happened in front of him was an illusion in the crystal ball, and the blood and fire were isolated behind the crystal. He numbly glanced at the Red Stone Castle, and smiled slightly when the invaders soldiers bowed in greeting.
He nodded in return and didn't even forget to turn on the temperature-adjusting star array on his belt.
After passing the palace and turning to the direction of the library, Jonah saw two to three hundred captured soldiers kneeling in the square in front of the palace. Behind each bloody soldier was an enemy law enforcer holding a steel axe, an officer-looking man.
The dragon knight held a saber in his hand and shouted something. Thousands of citizens were driven in and surrounded him. The officer raised his sword and blood flowed down. The blood of these last guards during the war had filled their boots.
.The surviving citizens in the square fell to the ground crying, and the enemy soldiers seemed to be laughing. They were too far away, and Jonah couldn't hear anything.
Turning the corner, Jonah's heart suddenly trembled, as if something distant and mysterious emerged from the bottom of his consciousness. He stopped and tried his best to grasp the tail of this idea. A line of scrawled round characters faintly appeared on the
In front of the eyes: "On October 5th, the sun was pierced by a sharp sword. They gathered together and could not see each other. They could only see the sky and their heels."
Jonah's numb nerves seemed to have been violently struck by a sledgehammer. Everything in front of him was no longer a fantasy in the crystal ball. The crystal shattered, and the fragments of memory stung his eyeballs. He was so shocked that he felt a step under his feet.
I was so weak that I almost fell down in the blood stained streets.
He stiffened his neck and turned his head to look at the sky. The sun was hanging sideways on the horizon at 4:30 in the afternoon. The tallest spire in the palace of Her Majesty Queen Arsene Wenger III was like a sharp sword, cutting the sun in half.
He turned to look at the front square again, and vaguely heard a hard rattling sound from his cervical vertebrae. The square was filled with headless corpses, and the heads of more than 200 defenders were scattered among them. Some heads were looking up to the sky, and some were looking up at the sky.
Falling at the feet of the executioner, his unfocused eyes stared at the muddy boots of the killer.
"That book!" Jonah breathed out slowly and murmured. The next moment, he was running wildly among the corpses scattered on the street, his dark blue robe flying in the air filled with the smell of blood.
He arrived late. The Royal and Anglican Library had been ignited by the fire in the Duke of Wallen's Palace next to it. The fire started from the west side. Several soldiers walked out carrying open wooden boxes, which were filled with boxes in the library.
A silver vase and candlestick. Jonah bent over at the door of the library, gasping for air. He looked up at the blazing fire. Due to the effect of the temperature control star array, he could feel the heat wave, but he didn't sweat at all.
out.
There was a large book with a black cover on the small bookshelf in the corner of the church library next to the chapel on the west side. He had to get that book! Now that the library had been engulfed in flames, Jonah turned around anxiously and turned around a few times.
The hood of the cassock was fastened on his head, he ignored the exclamations of the soldiers behind him, gritted his teeth, and walked quickly into the library.
Strings of fire poured down from the ceiling. The exquisite murals were twisted and peeled off. The brass statue of Sheela, the god of writing and painting, gradually melted and curled up. A burning pillar collapsed in front of the church library and was left inside.
Parchment scrolls on wooden stands turned into dazzling torches.
Jonah tried to get close to the burning broken column. As soon as he took a step, the hot copper liquid melted by the statue of Sheila spread over and drew magnificent patterns along the lines of the carved floor tiles. He quickly moved to the small chapel, where the flames were still burning.
Not violent.
Be fast, be fast, be fast. Jonah muttered silently, closed his eyes, and did calculations quickly.
Another pillar fell down and hit the hall floor, sending up sparks all over the sky.
Jonah took out the lapis lazuli engraved with star formations that he had carried with him since his first day as an apprentice from his deerskin bag, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand. The complicated magic formations on the gems began to rotate, and before he could try to interact with the surging stars in it,
With his strength communication, a bright white light as thick as a bucket shot out from the center of the gem, silently breaking through the wall and piercing diagonally upwards, and then the star array exploded in his hand. For a moment, Jonah couldn't see anything in front of his eyes.
He couldn't hear anything. He stretched out his hands and felt his fingers trembling violently.