Let us ignore for the time being everything that happened on the ice sheet, the wind-proof needle, the dragon hunt, etc...
Three days later, it was the eve of National Day, the 960th anniversary of the founding of the Roland Empire.
Imperial Capital.
This is the largest majestic city in the Roland continent. The Lancang Grand Canal in the north has been repeatedly excavated by generations of emperors of the empire. It was originally a moat that only served the defense function, and became a moat that spans the east-west territory of the empire and borders the northwestern part of the empire in the west.
The Sliya Mountains, a large river bordering the sea to the east, is also a dividing line between the north and the south of the empire.
Just before nightfall, the setting sun shines on the Lancang Grand Canal in the north of the imperial capital. Slowly, the remaining light of the setting sun drags on the majestic city walls. The walls on the north and west of the imperial capital are an average of 20 meters high, and the tallest tower
Thirty meters high, this was built during the turmoil of the empire hundreds of years ago, that is, the era of the rise of the Augustinian dynasty. In order to resist the rebelling aliens in the northwest and the warlords in the northern separatism, the empire spent a huge price to strengthen the northwest.
The defensive strength. Standing on the thirty-meter-high tower, you can even look far away at the garrison city on the north bank of the Lancang Grand Canal, which is ten miles away from the imperial capital.
Tonight, on the eve of National Day, according to tradition, the chairman of the Roland Continent Magic Union will perform divination together with the empire’s court astrologer on the tallest tower in the north, look at the stars, and predict the empire’s future national destiny... Naturally, it is inevitable to invite
Several famous scholars wrote two colorful articles to cater to the current emperor, His Majesty Augustine VI.
At this moment, below the city tower, two teams of Royal Guards guarded the city tower instead of the city guards. Above the city tower, they were surrounded by countless brightly armored Royal Guards. On the tallest tower, there were several people standing.
The most prominent dignitaries in the imperial capital. Several people dressed as palace aristocrats were whispering, anxiously waiting for the palace astrologer above who was watching the stars. Although the results were the same every year, they had to say some high-sounding clichés, but they were just walking.
It was just a situation, but every nobleman pretended to be worried about the fate of the empire. Otherwise, how could he show how patriotic he was?
The only person who looked a little uncomfortable was an old man standing next to the Star Observation Tower with an indifferent expression.
The old man is wearing a black robe. The robe is made of the rarest golden silk produced in the southern part of the empire. This golden silk is a pure black silkworm that grows in the southern part of the empire. Because it is extremely
It is rare, with an annual output of less than 200 kilograms, and the market price is more valuable than gold, so it is nicknamed "golden silkworm". This kind of silk is probably only used as tribute to the palace. Only a very small amount can be circulated on the market, unless it is
Only the top wealthy dignitaries, or people with extremely prominent status, have the financial resources to wear clothes made of this kind of silk.
Although this old man looks extremely old, his hair and beard are still black. Especially his eyes, which are as dark and bright as night. This is different from the blue-green eyes of most people in Roland Continent, but like this
The strange black eyes added a bit of mystery to the old man.
About two steps behind the old man, there were four or five people of various heights, short, fat, and thin. They all had serious faces, lowered eyelids, and stood quietly behind him. All of them were wearing uniforms.
They wear mainland standard magician white robes, and look at the magician badges on these people's chests... These people are actually wearing gold clover badges that symbolize the status of great magicians! These people are actually magicians of level eight or above.
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As for the old man, there was a faint gold border on the edge of his robe. It was like a totem of fire, and on his chest, there was a small gold badge.
This is an olive leaf. Although it is made of gold, its pattern looks very simple. Under the night sky, it shines with a faint luster.
There is only one such badge in the whole continent! And this badge, in Roland Continent, from a certain point of view, can even be more majestic than His Majesty the Emperor's scepter.
The Chairman of the Roland Continent Magician Union, Yago-Dougan, was wearing this expensive golden silk wizard robe and the badge of the Chairman of the Magician Guild. He looked boredly at the court astrologer in the Star Observation Tower who was pretending.
He squinted his eyes, holding a bunch of messy things, and muttered something once, looking at the sky with his squinted eyes, mumbling something unknown.
Deep down in his heart, Yago-Dogen is very dissatisfied with this so-called astrology. He is the most orthodox magician. There are two professions that orthodox magicians always look down upon: one is magic apothecary,
As the chairman of the Magician's Union, Mr. Dougan once proposed that potionists be kicked out of the ranks of magicians. The second type is astrologers. In his opinion, those who think that looking at the stars in the sky can get gods
Tricks that can predict the future based on the will of others are all deceiving people. Only by delving into magic, the various forces in this world, and the power of nature, is the only way to understand the gods.
The last trace of the sun's afterglow finally disappeared, and the sky was completely dark. In the east, a crescent moon had quietly appeared on the horizon. As the sunlight faded, the stars in the sky gradually revealed their outlines.
The court astrologer wore a gorgeous robe and continued to tinker with his stuff with a serious look on his face...
What makes Doug a little boring is that although no one believes in the results of the divination, it is a necessary ritual. This kind of divination every year is actually just a good opportunity for the emperor to pat the horse. Although Doug hates this
But he is the chairman of the Magician's Guild, and he is already in this fame and fortune fair. Coming to this kind of occasion and participating in this kind of ceremony is a manifestation of respect for the imperial power.
Moreover, the Magician's Guild receives a large amount of donated gold coins from the royal family as funding every year.
The night is still very cold. Unfortunately, in order to show respect for God, these powerful magicians cannot use even a small magic to keep warm. The magicians are very old, and even Doug himself feels that
With some chills, he even maliciously guessed, could this boring ceremony be just a small prank in revenge for His Majesty the Emperor's dislike of the Magician's Guild? Did he deliberately let people like himself stand here and freeze all night?
Doug curled his lips and glanced at the bottom of the tower.
The attendants of the temple are already waiting there. According to tradition, the results of the divination will be sent to the palace and the temple respectively. The two "majesties" of Roland Continent, an emperor and a pope, will pray in the palace and the temple at the same time.
.Thank God for the instructions.
However, things are a little different this year. The elders of the temple did not come, but a Grand Priest under the Pope was sent. In previous years, none of the Grand Knights of the Holy Knights, who were representatives of the temple, came this year.
Only one level eight holy knight was sent to recharge.
Of the three knight captains, one rebelled and two were killed. Such news has spread to the mainland. It seems that the temple is in big trouble. I heard that the people from the elder group were sent out to hunt down the rebel knight.
Long Hussein.
The relationship between the Magicians Guild and the Temple has always been very cold, and Doug felt a little bit gloating in his heart.
I guess His Majesty the Pope in the temple must be in a bad mood right now? With such a bad mood, he still has to preside over the grand prayer ceremony as if nothing is wrong... Doug smiled slightly, he
Without even realizing it, I laughed out loud.
According to regulations, during this divination ceremony, people nearby are not allowed to make any sounds.
But Doug's identity is here. Who dares to accuse him? The emperor's representative, a palace steward, only looked at the chairman of the magician's union carefully and did not dare to speak.
(It would be hilarious if a star suddenly fell from the sky now.) Doug was making random guesses in his heart.
Just about a hundred years ago in the empire, during an astrological ceremony on the eve of the National Day, I don’t know what happened, but a strange phenomenon suddenly appeared in the starry sky. A huge star streaked across the sky with a roaring tail flame.
It seemed to be falling towards the sky! The terrible scene shocked everyone, and everyone thought it was an ominous sign. The astrological ceremony divined this scene. Everyone thought it was a terrible thing. As a result, that
Later, this extremely ominous sign triggered a turmoil in the imperial capital. Astrologers believed that it was an evil spirit coming to the world to harm the destiny of the empire. This excuse was used by the big shots in the imperial capital as the best excuse to attack political opponents.
His Majesty the Emperor of Time was also deeply involved, watching the powerful people quarreling and quarreling, and the Emperor even killed many people because of this.
That was a hundred years ago. Now such a big thing has happened in the temple. If the starry sky tonight has the same phenomenon as a hundred years ago, will it cause some trouble for the royal family again?
With malicious speculation, Doug waited boredly for the ceremony to end.
Finally, in the middle of the night, the pretentious astrologer was as exhausted as after running ten kilometers in one breath. He collapsed on the ground, panting, with sweat on his face, and his whole body seemed weak.
The parchment prepared in front of him was filled with the results of his so-called divination. I'm afraid only he could understand those things that looked like ghostly drawings.
"Okay! Thanks to the blessings of the gods, the empire's fortunes are prosperous." The palace astrologer rolled up the parchment tiredly and handed it to the palace supervisor solemnly.
It's hard for him... He has to do this kind of pretense once a year. Chairman Doug sneered secretly, but still pretended to be happy, watching the palace manager Shuangshuo come to him holding the parchment, this magician
The chairman of the master's union looked solemn, then made a few imaginary strokes with his fingers, and cast a permanent solidification spell. This spell can keep this parchment from being damaged for hundreds of years. Then, this ridiculous ghost-drawing talisman will be solemnly
The details of the matter are kept in secret files in the palace...
In fact, this kind of permanent solidification technique can be performed by any magician of level 5 or 6. Chairman Doug does not need to do it himself. It is just for the purpose of making gestures and walking through the process.
After finishing the last work tonight, Doug breathed a sigh of relief and could finally go back. It was really cold on top of the tower.
But it seems that it is destined that this night will definitely not be peaceful!
Just when everyone was about to leave, suddenly, they heard bursts of thunder from the horizon, which sounded like muffled thunder on a summer night. Then when everyone looked for the sound, they saw a bright star on the horizon in the northeast.
The shining light spot was rapidly expanding. Then a star, all red in color, with a long and whistling tail flame. The long tail flame was like an upside-down broom, whistling and piercing the sky, as if
A streak of red fire burned the sky like a scratch, falling towards the west...
Everyone was stunned. They looked at this vision in the sky as if they were in a daze...
After a long time, the palace manager suddenly changed his color, showed a panicked expression on his face, opened his mouth wide, and suddenly shouted: "The stars have fallen! The stars have fallen!!! The broom stars!!"
This call immediately resonated with everyone, as if a stone was thrown into the calm water. Suddenly, there was a buzz. The crowd's voice boiled, and everyone's expressions were different, some were panicked, some were pensive,
Some are secretly happy, some are worried...
In short, everyone has other thoughts in their minds. They are worried about the country and the people. They are worried about the fate of the country because of this terrible celestial phenomenon. Some people know about the turmoil a hundred years ago. They are secretly planning what kind of disturbance this matter may cause, and even more.
Some people began to think about how to take advantage of the momentum of this incident...
The only ones who remained silent were Mr. Doug, the chairman of the Magic Guild, and the court astrologer.
The difference is that Doug feels a little ridiculous. He is a magician, but he does not believe that this phenomenon of stars is guided by some god. It's just that he just had such a thought in his heart, and this happened. He can't help but feel
It's a bit ridiculous. Is it possible that I am suitable to be an astrology master?
And the court astrologer was completely frightened!
The broom star appears! This is obviously very ominous! It is obviously a very bad omen! But just now, I "divined" the result of the prosperity of the country. The broom star appeared immediately, isn't it cruel?
Slap yourself in the mouth?
Losing face is a small thing, but when this happened and His Majesty was furious, I'm afraid he was going to be in big trouble!!
With a plop, the court astrologer fell to the ground, but no one around him reached out to help him. Some people looked at this guy with pitiful eyes...
When a broom star appeared in the sky a hundred years ago, the emperor immediately killed the master of court astrology!
This guy... seems to be another unlucky guy.
It doesn't matter whether it's a broom star or anything. Chairman Doug is too lazy to get involved in such boring things. Just let these royal nobles mess around on their own. The Magician's Guild will not get involved in this dispute.
Thinking of this, Chairman Doug nodded to the pale-faced palace steward, and then prepared to leave.
But at this moment, a man wearing a mage's robe quickly ran up the city tower, knocking down several nobles along the way. If it weren't for the fact that his mage badge was of a high level and he was famous in the imperial capital, many people would
Everyone knows him, so he may have been stopped by the Royal Guards a long time ago.
The intruding mage quickly ran to Doug's side, and then he didn't care about etiquette. With a solemn look on his face, he whispered something into Doug's ear in front of so many people.
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Originally, the chairman of the Magic Union was a little dissatisfied, thinking that whispering in public was very rude, but before he could say the words of reproach, his face suddenly changed when he heard what the other party was whispering!
Chairman Doug's body trembled slightly, and the people standing around him couldn't help but wonder. What on earth could make this leader of magicians in the continent change his color?
"He...is really dead?" Doug's face looked as gloomy as he said, "Are you sure?"
"Confirmed." The intruding magician's forehead was covered with cold sweat: "The original stone he left behind has been shattered..."
There were several people standing close around who couldn't help but feel strange when they heard this last sentence.
In the Magician's Guild, those senior magicians who have reached a certain level can receive great honors and even some direct help from the Magician's Guild. Because any powerful magician is of great importance to the Magician's Guild.
It is precious strength and wealth. Unfortunately, all strong men are eccentric in nature, and they like to be free and unrestrained, and even like to travel around. In order to deal with this phenomenon, the Magic Guild uses a "natal stone", which is a
This kind of life mark magic, every great magician will leave his life mark in the original stone. Once the magician dies, even in the ends of the world, the original stone will be sensed and will break into pieces.
The Magician's Guild can at least know whether these high-level magicians are still alive in the world.
"Are you sure it's his piece?" Yago Doug, the magician leader of Roland Continent, has a deep gaze flashing in his black eyes. If someone is very close to him, he can even spot this person.
The chairman of the Magician's Guild even had his fingers trembling.
"Confirmed." The mage who came to report the news whispered: "It is the oldest rough stone stored... It is really broken."
After all, he is the chairman of the Magician Union in the entire continent. Yago Doug immediately realized that this was not the place to show his emotions. He tried to calm down and quickly issued the order:
"Go and investigate immediately! Where did he die and how did he die? I don't think there is any strong person on this continent who can kill him! God, he is actually dead... We must find out! And him
The female apprentice who was brought to the Magician's Guild for assessment. That little girl, that stuttering eighth-level magician! We must find her! By the way, the most important thing, you remember!" Yago said
Ge took a deep breath: "Last month, according to the report, didn't he take away the young master of the Luo Lin family? Find him! Find the young master of the Luo Lin family! We must at least know what happened! What happened?
Why would such a powerful magician die? Maybe when he died, the young master of the Luo Lin family would be with him! Go and check! Look for him! Go quickly!!"
After saying that, the mage who reported the news quickly responded. Yago-Doug reluctantly smiled at the people around him who cast surprised looks, and then sighed: "It's nothing, don't be surprised, it's just that it seems destined to be...
On an ominous day... the Magician's Guild lost a legendary great magician! My mentor and the previous Chairman of the Magician's Guild, the great legendary magician... Gandolf, passed away."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place was in an uproar~
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On this night, the entire imperial capital was in a state of alarm over the unexpected starry sky, and Chairman Yago Doug changed his color because of the shocking news.
At the northern end of the Roland continent, across the Lancang Grand Canal, across thousands of miles of northern plains, all the way to the vast frozen forest. In the dense forest, the snow is as thick as a person's knees.
A group of people were walking hard in the woods.
Du Wei took Hussein's place and walked at the front of the queue to clear the way. He was holding Hussein's long sword in his hand. It was originally a long sword of hundred-refined steel. It was covered with terrible cracks, and the edge was
The blade is still full of dense gaps.
Du Wei's condition was very bad. He walked with a strange limp, and the long sword in his hand was mostly used as a walking stick, apart from occasionally splitting the thorns blocking the road in front of him.
Behind Du Wei, the situation of Paladin Hussein was even worse than Du Wei. Hussein wrapped his head with a piece of cloth, and his left eye was also wrapped. Under the cloth, there was bright red blood.
The knight looked extremely weak. He was panting and coughing. Blood mixed with spit flowed from the corner of his mouth. His chest and back were severely injured, and one arm was simply hung up.
It was on his chest, making him walk very unsteadily, and he reluctantly followed Du Wei.
And behind, there is an almost terrifyingly beautiful woman, naturally Her Majesty Queen Medusa. But Her Majesty Queen Medusa's face is so pale and almost transparent at the moment, her eyes are still closed, her expression seems cold, but it is surprising
What's strange is that she can't walk on her own. Next to her, there is a big mouse more than one meter tall. Gargamel is supporting her hard. Medusa's body is so soft that it seems as if half of her bones are missing, and almost half of her body is missing.
All the weight fell on the poor Mouse Prime Minister.
And Gargamel, poor God, almost all of his gray fur was burnt into black, his long rat tail was cut in half, and even one of his ears was almost cut off.
Among this group of people, the only one who seemed to be intact was the elegant penguin, Mr. QQ.
QQ still twisted its fat body and barely followed the team with its short feet.
Duwei, Hussein, Medusa, Gargamel, qq.
In this small team, whether they were people, snakes, mice, or penguins, they all looked downcast and had solemn expressions on their faces.
But there is only one person missing.
The old magician, that old immortal, is no longer in the team.
It is extremely difficult to walk in the frozen forest. Du Wei and others are all injured. This team, which has several top powerhouses in the mainland, is almost disabled now. It is difficult to even walk in the frozen forest.
Hard work.
"Canyon! Look! It's a canyon! We have arrived at the territory of the tree people." Du Wei, who was walking at the front, suddenly shouted loudly.
In the distance, through the gaps between the dense trees, you can see the low peaks on both sides spreading out, reaching the canyon originally occupied by Medusa.
"When you get inside, the fountain of youth there can cure your injuries, Hussein." Du Wei sighed.
The knight looked gloomy and said nothing. He snorted in a low voice.
He suddenly puffed up his chest and strode past Du Wei. His steps faltered, but with a hint of unyieldingness. Du Wei sighed. He looked at Hussein's back and was about to say something.
The knight suddenly turned around and glanced at Du Wei with his only remaining eye: "Remember, sooner or later, I will kill him back! Use that old dragon's head to pay homage to the dead old immortal guy!
"
"I believe it." Du Wei nodded. There was no trace of joking on his face anymore, and his eyes showed determination: "Although I don't like that old guy very much either, we will definitely seek revenge from the Dragon Clan!
Most definitely!"
"Duwei." Hussein suddenly swayed. He had relied on his will to persevere. At this moment, he finally couldn't stand. After swaying for a while, he stretched out his hand to hold a big tree next to him, leaving the rest of the ground
The eye stared at Du Wei carefully: "Listen. The old dragon killed him, so now, you and I are the only descendants of Aragorn in the world. I don't care if you want it or not.
Yes, we all must shoulder this mission! Especially you! Therefore, I hope you will stop being half-hearted. The current situation does not allow you to have a chance to waver! If we want to seek revenge from the Dragon Clan, then you must grow up to be like Aragorn.
A strong man! Otherwise, none of us can be the opponent of that old dragon. None of us!"
So what happened in these three days?
A few years later, Du Wei once told the people around him about his first adventure experience in his life, the experience from the frozen forest to the sacred mountain of the Dragon Clan. He talked about his escape and came back, and finally, with the leader of the Dragon Clan.
After the promised hunting game, Du Wei would always hold a hint of hatred for this experience.
"At that time, we had already found a way to deal with the ice field magic circle, but no one expected that the leader of the Dragon Clan, that old dragon, would come too fast! I originally thought that we would leave for two days and wait for him to catch up.
One day, this way, we have at least three days to escape. But we didn't expect... that old dragon came so fast. In less than two and a half days, it had already caught up with us... If it weren't for Gan
Dov…”
Okay, let's turn the time back to three days.
Location: Forgotten Icefield.
The time is three days before the National Day of the 960th year since the founding of the Roland Empire.
A terrible storm swept across, and several tornadoes formed a huge and almost terrifying storm group, shrouding an adventure team in it. The magic circle could be broken through at any time...
"Wind-proof needle? Is this a wind-proof needle?" Du Wei looked at QQ and looked at the thing in his hand in disbelief.
Because, QQ finally found a long box among the many relics in Aragon. After opening it, there was a long sword with a simple shape inside!
The scabbard is inlaid with seven eye-sized gems, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple! The seven colors of gems are inlaid on the scabbard, and the hilt is densely covered with circles of strange patterns, making it difficult to hold the sword.
It feels very tight and comfortable in the hand.
I don’t know how old this sword is, but... this is clearly a sword!
"This is the windshield." QQ's tone was firm: "Master Aragon left it to me with his own hands. I won't remember it wrong."
Behind him, the old magician kept looking at this thing blankly. Suddenly, he shouted loudly: "This... this is Aragorn's sword!"
"What?" Du Wei looked back at the old guy.
"The colorful gems on the scabbard are actually the magic cores of seven high-level monsters that Aragorn killed when he traveled to the mainland! This is the most powerful magic-blessed weapon recorded in the literature! It is also sharp and indestructible.
!" The old magician suddenly became excited:
"This...this is the Sword of the King! It is the Sword of the King left by Aragorn!"
Is it a wind-proof needle? Or... the sword of the king?!
"Okay!" Du Wei shouted loudly: "Stop talking nonsense! It doesn't matter whether this thing is the King's Sword or a wind rod! As long as it can protect us from this damn storm! Otherwise we will
It’s over! Now, qq, tell me how to use this thing! Hurry!”
QQ glanced at Du Wei with dissatisfaction: "I told you, I don't like this name very much!"
"Quick!" Du Wei had no patience to grind his teeth with the penguin.
"Okay." QQ sighed: "Master Aragon told me that as long as his missionary can pull it out of the scabbard..."