In the large mausoleum at the back of the college, a person stood there looking at the sarcophagus containing the ashes of Bishop Ronis. This person was very young and good-looking, with a face as beautiful as a woman, but his eyes were filled with pale eyes as he looked at the sarcophagus.
Sanghe and tiredness are the unique expressions of old people who have experienced the ups and downs of life.
"Hey, Ronis, it's me, Magnus. Did you not expect that I would come to see you, let alone be like this?" The young man reached out and rubbed hard the face that did not belong to him.
He laughed at himself. "Actually, I didn't expect that I would be in the mood to have the opportunity to worship you. I didn't expect that Deken prepared to reincarnate Widnina, but in the end he let me use it...
But I don’t know how long this body can last..."
"Did you know? Eskel is dead. He died in the hands of the student you have been working hard to train. Originally, I was counting on him to help me in Diya Valley... Negan has been seriously injured and almost killed Moriel.
I sent people to kill them all, and I got the Ring of the King, the hilt of the Black Star, and the boy who gathered the leaves of the Sunwell and the World Tree... maybe there was only one step away, Liande Ken
The goal that has not yet been achieved can be achieved in my hands... But now these are all meaningless, because there is something you least expect. Someone has finally pulled out the hilt of the dark star, right in the Glory Castle,
In the Great Hall of Light."
"I can't think of it... I can't think of it... There are so many unexpected things in life. When we were young, we thought that the world could be held in our hands..." He let out a long sigh and sat cross-legged on the ground.
, looking at the sarcophagus and smiling bitterly. This is the unique look of a centenarian who is lying on the bed quietly waiting for death. He has no joy and no worries. He can only watch his life coming to an end but is powerless and helpless. Love, hate, hatred. Wang Baxiong
Pictures, ups and downs, gains and losses, everything is just smoke in the past in his eyes. The only function can only be to chew slowly and savor the aftertaste of this life.
"Over the years, Your Majesty Deken, you, me, and we have chosen different paths and have diverged from each other. We have all gone far enough on our respective paths, but in the end, the results are the ones we least want to see.
Well, everything we did has unknowingly become the cause of this result... Could it be that we really followed the words of that girl Vidnina? No matter what we do, in the end it will be just a little dust under the wheel of history...
…So many years of intrigue and exhaustion are really meaningless…”
"Human life is actually meaningless... Only a stingy woman like Widnina would pursue some inexplicable meaning... How many years have I not told you like this? Thirty or forty years..."
His voice and eyes slowly became hazy, and he slowly became completely immersed in memories. In the end, he just sat quietly in front of the sarcophagus without saying a word. He was obviously young in body and appearance, but he seemed to be here.
There are hundreds of stone statues placed in the mausoleum. They are old and lonely.
"Your Majesty... everyone is almost here, can we pass now?" Lancelot and High Priest Ryan appeared at the entrance of the tomb.
"I'm leaving..." The Pope stood up, patted the dust on his body, and said softly. "After all, as long as you are alive, you have something to do, even if the meaning is just to survive as much as possible."
Celeste has turned into a dead end, and Erathia suddenly and inexplicably closed the teleportation magic circle. At this time, the most powerful reinforcement is only Ironfast. The eastern continent was not affected by the previous battle at all.
.The strength still exists, and only the strong men here seem to still have hope of confronting the King of the Dead. In desperation, the Pope and Lancelot can only come here.
This is not a call for help, but a joint effort to survive in a greater crisis.
Under the leadership of High Priest Ryan, Lancelot and the Pope arrived at the cathedral. People along the way only saluted High Priest Ryan. No one here was familiar with the appearance of the Paladin and the Cardinal.
People's current attire is also very ordinary and not eye-catching.
On the square of the Magic Academy, it seems to be no different from usual. The magic apprentices and priests are still praying, attending classes, and researching as usual. What should be done is still going on, except for the saints under martial law standing around the cathedral.
The swordsmen of the Knights asked many people passing by to pay attention. Some sensitive people were whispering that every time the cathedral was under martial law, there was always a disturbance. But they didn't care too much, after all, it seemed that every time
Will the storm finally subside?
Everything that happened in Celeste's Glory Castle has not yet reached Ironfast, at least ordinary people have no idea. The fastest news channel between the east and west continents is through the teleportation magic circle. As long as you are willing, you can deliberately suppress it.
These messages are not difficult to come by.
Ordinary people cannot understand this kind of thing, and even if they knew it, it would only add to the confusion.
"People who know nothing are so happy... If possible, I would like to know nothing now and walk around like these guys, reading in the library, going to class, and dating cute girls in my free time.
Watching dramas and eating... Only now do I know how happy and happy this life is. At least I was happy for a second before the world was destroyed, instead of being here like an ant on a hot pot like now.
"Ofu's temporary leader, Mr. Borugan, stood on the table, looking through the gap in the window, looking at the ignorant people outside with envious eyes. "If it is possible to choose again, Zai is really willing not to give up.
How about such a big event that is earth-shattering and will go down in history...fuck, even I can’t believe that one day I will stand at the conference table discussing how to save this continent.”
With his dwarf-like body, Master Borugan jumped nimbly to another table near the central statue of God. He looked up at the sacred statue dozens of times taller than him and said loudly: "Hey, God.
, do you know that this continent is about to end now? You are worshiped by so many happy idiots here every day, why can't you think about these people, show some miracles in those lustful knight novels, and send some saviors to us?
Shall we take a look? Do you want us ordinary people to worry here? If you had known this, why would you still be standing there? Why don't you use our statues instead?"
"Hey, you guys, why do so many people come to serve and worship such a useless god? Great messenger who serves God, can you give me an explanation? Why is it called the holy place of your God on earth?
What kind of monster will appear in the glorious castle that actually wants to destroy the world? What have you done with your devout belief in the great justice?" Lord Borugan turned around, stared at the cow-like eyes and bared his teeth at the people who had just entered.
Pope and Lancelot..
The Pope and Lancelot didn't even look at the rude dwarf, and sat down at the round table temporarily placed in the church hall without saying a word.
"I'm sorry, no matter who is in a good mood at this time, please don't mind too much." The female prime minister sighed softly and said to the Pope and Lancelot. The patience and calmness of women were fully displayed at this time, she
Her expression was relatively normal. She turned to Master Borugan and said: "Sir, please calm down. I understand your mood, but please understand that getting angry randomly at this time will not have any effect. You must also understand,
No one here will be in a better mood than you..."
"Ah, I understand, of course I understand. It's just that I don't have the sagacity and patience of all of you here. Please forgive me for being young and impulsive..." Mr. Borugan jumped down and sat back down.
in position.
In addition to Lord Porugan, who represents Orfor, the Pope, Lancelot, and Prime Minister M'rak, who represent the church, there are also the two tower masters of the Tower of Fang, and the elf elder Lloyd.
The church door opened, and Captain Roland walked in quickly. He also had a gloomy look on his face. He sat down at the table without saying a word.
"Has your Majesty's place taken care of it?" the prime minister asked calmly.
Captain Roland nodded. "Well. I can mobilize the members of the Holy Knights and the Academy of Magic at any time. Although several ministers on the military side have some questions, with the joint request of the two of us, the questions should also be answered.
It's not a big deal. There is no need to let them know these things, it will only increase panic."
After pondering for a while, the prime minister sighed softly: "Then there is nothing we can do, we can only rely on us."
Above the round table is a huge magic map, with the miniature scene of magic appearing in detail. This is a magic map left behind by the ancient elven empire hidden in the ancient war tree. This was originally a treasure that would never be seen by humans.
.In the center of the map, a small black mist is slowly moving.
"To be honest, I really can't believe what kind of undead army there is that we can't deal with with all the strength we have here." The master of Glendon Tower twirled his beard on his chin and looked at it without blinking.
This magic map is the same as the owner of Adlid Tower next to it. Since arriving here, their eyes have not taken away from this magical work of ancient elves.
The two towers of the Tower of Fang are mainly the most relaxed people here, and they are even slightly wary of the Pope and Lancelot. If Celeste had not been destroyed, Captain Roland’s strong invitation and the Forest of Whispers