The sea roared, and the ghost city of Sultansa stood between the waves and foam of the shadow sea.
Directly below them, the waves shattered on the walls of the Supreme Palace.
The tower of Kalsas, filled with obsidians, stands high, dark and lifeless.
"The Golden Age of Neseril." The Supreme King Terramant looked at Brenas, and then said: "Every ten years, the great arcanes of the Supreme Mage Council will wear traditional outfits and come to the tower under Karthas, and then enter a carefully prepared room to discuss the issue."
"This is a dangerous tradition and meaningless." Brenas's eyes retracted from the dark tower, looked at his father and made a comment.
He seemed to have walked out of the void, and his personal mark, on a blood-red background, was depicted in a black outline, like a majestic lion with bat wings, wearing conspicuously on his chest.
"It is true. Although this tradition has a long history and is entirely out of practical considerations, as you said, nothing can be discussed." The Supreme King stood with his hands behind his back and stared at the surging sea of ​​shadows.
"Every member of the Supreme Mage Council knows that a gathering composed of great arcanes is very dangerous. When the two sides communicate, they often speak out because of a controversy on a problem. In a certain exchange, a spherical lightning of Larock blew up Owo's cloak and top hat, and Owo's death ball corroded Larock's coat and cane. So Kalsas used powerful magic aura to strengthen the walls of the tower and set up anti-magic barriers. These arrangements took him five years. From that day on the Tower of Calsas, all spells would be invalid, and the dialogue would be more peaceful."
"I understand. You floated the floating city on the sea of ​​shadows and took me to the Tower of Kalsas. Obviously, I want me to witness something, right?" Brenas looked thoughtfully at the shadow sea, which was obviously darker than the night, but the waves hit the floating city, and white foam appeared.
Once upon a time, this place was called the 'Thirst Sand Bank'. Just as its name was, it was originally a basin that stretched in all directions for several kilometers, and it was also a saline-alkali area that even the Beidai barbarians despised.
But with their return, powerful magic was released here, creating a lake that stretched thousands of square kilometers on this poorest land in Torrell's history, clear and cold.
The dark clouds that lingered all year round were suspended above the Sea of ​​Shadows, blocking the evaporation of the scorching high temperature from the sky, and the death absorption of the ancient monster, Felin Demon Kui, buried deep in the ground.
"But obviously, this tower, which you named the Tower of Kalsas, is nothing more than a fake building." Brenas said his guess and asked, "Or, is it really an important building?"
"According to our agreement, if the wizard lord of Mokou Town can really stop the tragedy of Hiroze, I will tell you everything." The Supreme King did not turn around, and his deep eyes seemed to have penetrated the deepest part of the sea of ​​shadows. His soft voice did not hear any emotion. "The real Tower of Kalsas is now a ruin. As for it's important? Maybe."
"Maybe?" Brenas was puzzled.
"When Karthas cast the 12th Ring spell, he made a prophecy in his tower and hid the result of the prophecy in the form of a magic painting."
"You found the ruins of this tower?" Brenas asked, "and by chance, there happened to be magic paintings stored in this ruin. Is that true?"
"You are right. I discovered the ruins of the tower in the Sea of ​​Shadows, but closed it again. After all, everyone wants to predict the future, everyone wants to become a strong man like Karthas, and even claims that there is a secret of the twelve-ring spell hidden inside."
The Supreme King waved his hand, and the dragon-winged cloak draped on his shoulders roared in the sea breeze, and the blood-winged lion on the badge seemed to rush in the darkness. "Let's go, Brenas, the mission of the secret existence is to long for a certain day to meet someone who wants to uncover it."
With the Supreme King's wave, Brenas noticed that the terraces under his feet disappeared in an instant. They stood on the edge of the cliff, with a deep abyss below, among the foamy waves, and rocks intertwined like canines.
His father led him through a narrow black stone road, like a tight rope, between the rockets of the Tower of Kalsas and the cylinders supporting the terraces.
Brenas almost lost his balance. If he was not a legendary pro, but an ordinary person, he would even fall into the abyss.
“Be ready.”
The little prince's body suddenly shaking and could not escape the Supreme King's eyes. They were on a narrow bridge, blown by the wind, and the waves were roaring. The abyss below was calling for Brenas.
A dizzy twist.
Brenas seemed to feel that he had fallen into the abyss. When he opened his eyes, the roaring waves disappeared and he found himself in a closed room without windows.
The ceiling of the room is conical, and a magic stone emitting a milky white light is embedded at the apex. In the dim light, Brenas could vaguely see the four walls and hard floors engraved with arcane runes.
Apart from that, there is nothing inside.
"I haven't studied what exactly it is called here yet." The Supreme King's voice echoed in his ears, as if he could not hear clearly as long as he was a little distracted, which forced him to improve his concentration and listen carefully. "Close your eyes and feel it quietly. Remember, everyone can only see a prophecy once, and the prophecies they see are also unique... unique."
So Brenas closed his eyes.
Gradually, changes appeared in the dark world, as if something had leaped into his mind and directly unfolded the image in his consciousness.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! He knew that this was not his imagination, but some unimaginable scenes constructed in his mind by some powerful prophecy.
When the twisted and interlaced arcane rune lines calmed down, a huge painting slowly unfolded in this dark and empty world.
This is the prophetic power left by the great arcane masters of the Naserel period.
It is a very strange feeling to feel something in his mind. Brenas suppressed his inner shock and remained calm. He knew that once he opened his eyes, all the scenes would disappear instantly. He could only use his consciousness to feel all the details of the painting.
When his attention was focused on the scroll, he actually had the illusion that his soul was sucked into it.
He seemed to have walked into the scroll, and he seemed to be an outsider.
In the scroll, he saw a throne made of bones and steel, behind which was a blood-red long window and an obsidian statue of a giant dragon soaring into the sky, which looked like part of a temple.
However, when he completely put his consciousness into it, the temple disappeared, and what appeared before him turned into a deserted world, a blood-red sun that felt depressing, bathed the whole world in the scorching heat and dazzling sunlight.
What's even more incredible is that he saw groups of meteorites appearing in the blood-red sky. The largest meteorite looks like a teardrop. It seemed to be still in the sky for countless centuries, and then suddenly split into five pieces, each of which drew a trajectory of flames that ran across the sky.
These large chunks of stray meteorites shattered into thousands of smaller pieces, bringing a spectacular rain of fire in this barren world.
Suddenly, the picture suddenly vibrated, and Brenas felt a trembling under his feet and almost fell to the ground.
He subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but at the last moment he held it back. He saw two chaotic meteorites suddenly colliding together, dragging a long tail, and the moment he fell down, it set off a terrible chaotic storm in the desolate world...
Brenas gasped and struggled to break free from the picture. At the moment when the chaotic storm covered his sight, he felt as if he was about to suffocate.
Unfortunately, he did not see any useful information in it. He could only remember all the pictures he saw in his mind for future reference or research and verification.
He took a moment of rest, closed his eyes again, trying to see the new prophecy.
However, as his father said, a person can only watch once, and there is nothing in his sight... just like the world outside the scroll, pitch black and silent.
After walking out of the secret room, Brenas followed his father and walked towards the Supreme Palace.
The Supreme King said nothing, asked no questions, or inquired about the information of prophecy, and there was no joy or anger on his face.
They sat opposite each other on a Naserier chess table, on a warm and calm afternoon, the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers and plants, everything seemed peaceful and peaceful, only bees and big beetles buzzed by each other from time to time.
After a long silence, the Supreme King finally spoke, but his eyes did not focus on Brenas, but drifted into the distance.
"Do you remember the story I told you?" he spoke slowly.
"Impressive." Brenas replied.
After receiving news about Brian's successful destruction of the dark ritual of Guangze, he got what he wanted and learned from his father many secrets that he had never been able to dig out of the ruins.
When he asked about the root cause of the demise of Neserel, his father did not answer directly, but told him a simple story.
When a young man carrying water by the river was about to go home, he happened to meet a familiar friend, so the two sat on a pile of soil and started chatting.
At the same time, a black army was transporting food to the base camp under the foot, and his feet were just cutting off their transport routes.
The leader of the ant was extremely angry and called on all the ants to fight back. They organized an elite expeditionary force to climb up along the boy's shoes. Since the boy was squatting, the ant climbed onto his calves and took a bite.
The boy felt something was wrong, looked down, raised his legs and stomped his feet hard, shocked all the ants on his legs, and then continued to devote himself to the topic just now.
Due to the boy's stomping his feet, many of the ants on the ground were trampled to death. The leaders of the ants were unwilling to give up. They organized an expeditionary force to charge him repeatedly. The boy also felt something was wrong, so he stood up, stepped on all the ants he could see with his feet, and then continued to chat with his friends.
The leader of the ant finally held a sworn meeting and called on all the imperial soldiers to deal with the invaders. Because the teenagers lost a large number of members and cut off the imperial transportation route, the leader of the ant decided to send a large number of dead soldiers to attack his calves with pliers on his mouth, and to carry out a large-scale attack on his calves, preferably destroying his calves.
At this moment, the boy finished chatting with his friend. He smiled and said goodbye to his friend, then looked down at the ant army that was charging towards him. He picked up the bucket and poured water on the ant's position. In an instant, the entire ground was swept by the flood. The vast gang of ants was destroyed. Countless outstanding imperial soldiers were swept away by huge waves. The flood even rushed into the capital of the empire, causing large-scale deaths there.
In the end, the war came at the cost of the casualties of countless soldiers in the Ant Empire and the complete destruction of the transportation supply lines, in exchange for a bucket of water from the boy and a bite of the skin of the calf.
The Ant Emperor finally announced that this was a great victory, and countless outstanding imperial soldiers exchanged their lives for the compromise of the powerful invaders, and the evil invaders finally retreated.
This battle was recorded in the history books of ant civilization. The ants who participated in the war were all sung as heroic epics.
That afternoon, the boy's friend told him how many gold coins his father got in an adventure and had saved enough money to go to the Magic Academy to learn magic. The boy's father was a farmer and could not save much wealth throughout the year, and it was even less likely to have the opportunity to learn magic.
He was worried about his future. The battle in the ant world did not attract his attention. He did not know the cause, development and process of the war. He only knew that he was annoyed when he saw the nest of ants, so he poured it over with a basin of water.
From this story, he concluded that mortals are as fragile as ants in front of the gods, but they do not know them.
But today is different from the past. The current world rules have already undergone tremendous changes under the impact of the saint catastrophe in the turbulent years and the Ofa catastrophe in the last century. Just as the rules among the gods have begun to be subtly changed.
He believes that if this balance is broken, there may be a drastic change.
"Since you understand, then set up your own chessboard." The Supreme King's deep eyes seemed empty, but in Brenas's view, it seemed like an open fire.
His father said to him, "But don't count me in it, because for your chess game, I'm as insignificant as dust, and this is not my chess game. You say I have to make a choice? I said you were wrong, I won't make a choice, I will only react to what happened, I will adapt to the choices of others, and I have always done this."
"You are a fatalist," said Brenas.
He never expected his father to stand on his side or join his own game. All he needed was to give him freedom.
He was grateful to Brian for his efforts and allowed him to win the bet with his father, which meant that he was not far from his freedom.
"Fatalist?" The Supreme King repeated in a slightly self-deprecating tone, his voice soft and calm, "You are right. Although this is another word I shouldn't know, I will repeat it: This is not my chess game."
"Really?" Brenas' courage gradually became bigger. He leaned forward, pointed to the chess pieces placed on the table, and tried his best to show his most confident smile.
"In this chess game, my father, on this chessboard, stood a dark horse, and his line of destiny is connecting with the fate of the Enoak Desert. This can be a good thing or a bad thing for us. You know who I am talking about, right? I believe you will never be interested in him, right? But you must know that for us, in addition to Ms. Lost, there are new ways to achieve our dreams."
The Supreme King narrowed his eyes with great interest.
"The new method is also the one I think is the most suitable method, and this is my choice, father." Brenas stood up and sorted out his cloak and the final scroll behind him. "I hope you can think about this problem when you look up at the sky and admire the stars."
After saying this, he turned around and left without looking back.
At present, he only has one goal, which is to go to Shadow Valley.
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Floating city of Sacros.
A thick shadow fell from the dim sky, covering the floating city standing in the wilderness. The bushes beside the road blurred into black shadows, swaying freely in the night wind, making rustling sounds, as if something terrifying was slowly approaching.
Inside a ghost tower surrounded by black fog.
In the dark room, there was a strange smell, and the air was filled with a suffocating depression.
The ghost prince Egerella, standing in front of the window, stared in the direction of Guangze. After a long time, he sighed, turned around and sat back on his chair.
Hirozawa's dark ritual failed.
The whole incident was completely beyond his expectations. He thought that at the moment when the magic net was torn apart, any spell caster on the continent or the priests of the gods would instinctively believe that the source of the problem was in Shadow Valley.
After all, the Twisted Tower there hides the space nodes leading to the world of the Magic Net.
This is true. Whether it is the Arcane Brotherhood or the Red Robe Wizards, they all sent spies to Shadow Valley to find out.
The magician group of Deep Water City stepped into the sunken space where Tivanton was swallowed by death without hesitation to investigate the root cause of the problem.
However, there will always be actions beyond expectations.
Agerala still can't figure out how the wizard lord of Mokou Town knew the secret hidden in Guangze.
In less than half a day, he eliminated the secret stronghold of the Lost Lady Church in Huailun City, and took away the fragments of the Shadow Stone stored in the temple with clear goals.
This artifact fragment is the key prop for Shadow Magic Net to replace the Magic Net in the Kingdom of Cormier. The efficiency of this mage lord almost thought that his inner demon was hidden among the core members of the church.
He originally thought that the removal of the temple's stronghold might just be a coincidence, so his next move shocked him so much that his heart almost jumped out of his empty chest.
Not only did he find the dusk gate leading to the shadow plane in Guangze, he even killed the black dragon Despier who presided over the ceremony in the heavily defended Dark Grand Canyon.
Agerala is still confused. What did the other party do and what means did he use to kill the ancient black dragon.
Although he couldn't understand how this mage lord named Brian did it, his head was at least able to remain sober and deeply understand that in order to repair the scars of the magic net, the other party would definitely go to Shadow Valley next.
Wanting here, Egerra's mouth couldn't help but sneer.
He immediately took out a pampered scroll and began to write:
To the deepest dark priest, Lord Aceville:
I hope this letter will come to your hands smoothly and we have offered sacrifices for what Ms. Lost asked us to do.
The Lord of Shadows has realized what a great generosity it is to send the Dark Chronicle to us.
You know, the reproductions of this book have almost never been preserved.
But I still think it would be better if you told us in advance that some of the chapters in the book were lost.
Well, as you pointed out, there are many things worth exploring in the nonsense written by the mad mage Ogasla.
What's more, the things that were hinted in the "Chronicles of Darkness" drove the dark prophet to write the book "A Thousand Petals of One Night".
We all know that "A Night Thousand Petals" is the key to the success of the great ceremony, and it has been confirmed in the capital of Sambiya and the city of Tiffanton in Cormier.
But until now, I realized that there was another way to replace Magic Net.
Praise the Lost Lady, your keen discovery, the real effect of the ring he accidentally obtained is also worthy of praise.
As you said, Erigao's barren wisdom made him unable to understand what he had and what it meant.
But, we know, so the value of this ring is not enough to risk our efforts to tear up the covenant with the Dark Intelligence Network, at least for the time being.
After all, the ‘Black Veil’ Eliriel has her own way to enter the ‘echo’ of the Tower of Wind Song and explore the secrets of the Comrade Laner family.
But don't worry, Mess Zorno's mission has been fully entrusted to the 'Black Veil' Eliriel, and what we need to do now is to prevent the Mysterious Lady's voters and reinforcements from destroying our efforts in Shadow Valley.
For the great plan of Miss Lost, in addition to Ramorak, I will lead the remaining three princes of Sachros to Shadow Valley to help your plan go smoothly.
Please protect your secrets
Aegrera
Chapter completed!