Release that Witch

Two weeks after receiving the Shaun emergency, the sun once again appeared in the western boundary of the Grey Fort.

The month of the demon ended without warning.

This is probably the most peaceful moon in hundreds of years. There are no evil beasts and guns roaring. The snowfield outside the city wall is empty and flat. The thick snow reflects the dazzling golden light in the sun. The mirror.

Therefore, this year’s Victory Day has been particularly lively.

Many residents did not wait for the snow and walked into the wilderness. They took a group from the deep snow and took it home to boil and drink it, both for celebration and for a memorial.

Only a very small number of people know that this is an undercurrent that flows calmly.

The third side of the city, the library of books.

Roland got the expected reply.

"Any instrument does not mention this record, even if it is the literature left by the underground civilization." Serin leaned against the corner of the wall, surrounded by open ancient books, "and the first record of the extreme south, About 860 years ago. It was a travelogue, probably from the hand of a witch who was convenient to move. It was described a few words, but it can be confirmed that the endless cape was desert.

For the first time, he saw that the "sarcoma" was so tired that the three high-ranking witches rarely sat down, usually relying on the Lord to hang on the dome, and the whiskers on the body were always dancing. But now, the other's tentacles have fallen down, covering the surface like a fur, and at first glance it looks like a radish that has just been pulled out of the soil.

"You probably should take a break."

"I also think, but the body can't stop," Serin said with a wry smile. "This discovery is too amazing. It can be said that it is wrong to subvert the federation. It is the history of human history!"

This is also the reason why Roland has long expected the answer. If there is a relevant discovery in the era of the Federation, it is impossible to leave no words. After all, it involves a war of divineity. Even if it needs to be kept secret, at least the entire high-level should not be ignorant.

The ethnic group in the mural may be more ancient than he imagined. The 860 years is only a well-documented corroboration. It does not mean that the extreme south is full of vitality before this. From this point of view, the myth of the folk songs of the Mojin folks, the "Three Gods Messenger" and the "Millennium War", have a bit more credibility.

At that time, the first battle of divineness had not yet begun.

"Your Majesty, I am not afraid of your jokes," she sighed. "We have made a big step in our cognition, but why do I feel so confused? It seems like I have lost something."

"This is a normal phenomenon," Roland said comfortably. "The more you know, the more you will find yourself ignorant. In the end, all doubts can be attributed to three questions."

"Oh? Which three?" Passa was curious.

"Where am I, who am I playing, who is hitting me."

"..." consciousness is silent in the sea.

"Cough, well, I just want you to relax," Roland coughed. "The real answer should be who I am, where I am coming from, where I am going."

"Where am I coming from... Where are you going?" Passa murmured again. "These three questions seem to be very simple, but if you think about it, you don't answer it so well, just change it a little. The location will have a completely different answer."

"Oh, have you checked the book and confused?" Ayr couldn't help but interject. "I have something wrong to answer. I am Aer, from Takira, and I will return to Takira later." Not on the line? I think you are being held by him."

"That's why I occasionally envy you," said Celine, who was powerless to put the Lord on her head. "Simple minds are sometimes a blessing."

Pasha shook her head with a funny smile. "Thank you, this really makes us a lot easier. But your reaction is really amazing, not only calm, but also consider our thoughts, just like you have nothing to do with it. Not surprised."

Because the world is full of uncertainty for me... Roland smiled and changed the subject. "Since the completely unknown battle of gods and the existence of the new ethnic group have been determined, then the next meeting Discuss the important news, the sooner you know the better."

"If you wish, kneel down." Pasha bent down and the Lord must return.

......

The internal meeting was soon held in the castle parlour, and its confidentiality was classified as top secret. The participants were representatives of the forces on the united front, and even the executive directors were not invited.

When Roland announced the accidental discovery, everyone showed an unbelievable look, and he rarely gave a ten-minute buffer time so that everyone could whisper.

The war of divine war is not the unique destiny of mankind, but it is probably a "special" normal, which is beyond the imagination of all. If it is not for him, I am afraid that few people will believe it.

After the hall gradually quieted down, Tilly stood up for the first time. "If this is a battle of gods, what about the winners? Not the devils, the sea monsters, the underground civilization, not the humans... Where are they now?"

This is also the question that most people first come up with.

Roland looked at Pasha behind the light curtain, and the latter nodded. "I don't know if you still remember that in the record of underground civilization, there are two words of magic that make us extraordinary, and mastering the magic is the ladder of chasing God. We may wish Assuming that all participants in the Battle of Deity can use magic, will the winner take the power of magic to a new stage and go where we can't see it? For example... the world of heaven."

This is also the speculation made by the three high-ranking witches. Although Roland feels that there are a lot of loopholes, it is better than a simple "don't know".

After all, it doesn't matter that it means nothing. According to common sense, the stronger a civilization is, the longer the footprint will remain. The ancients built the houses with thatch and mud embryos, which were enough to weather the dust for a thousand years, and the concrete buildings without the winter city, even after the millennium, can still leave a contour. A civilization that can win the battle of God's will, but disappeared after the war, can only know its existence from the scattered relics, and it is undoubtedly easy to associate in a bad direction.

If you win, you can't reverse the fate of demise. I am afraid it will hit everyone's determination to fight.

And Tacila’s speculation can at least set a goal.

"So what is written on the murals, is it less than 1400 years ago?" Itis indulged for a long while. "The human beings can't be called the first battle of God."

"That's the case, but changing the name is easy to confuse," Roland replied. "So I tentatively set it as "the battle of lost." As for us, this is the first time, not the focus. ”

"Your Majesty," Barov hesitated. "The expedition plan that was scheduled to be implemented after the Spring Festival."

"According to the scheduled plan," he interrupted without hesitation. "Even if there is more unsolved mystery in the battle of divineity, we must move forward! Perhaps war itself is a way to get us close to the answer, and If you lose to the devil, then hope is gone."

Rolandton paused and swept through the entire hall, saying one word at a time, "This time, we have to sweep the devil out of the fertile plains. This is not only to gain a broad space for development without the winter city, but also to lay the foundation for the final victory! ”