Chapter 1089： Last seat

Armon’s narration came to an end, and the courtyard became quiet except for the light and shadow projected by the magic net terminal. This silence lasted for a short period of time, and Milmina finally broke the silence: "And then ?"

"And then? After many, many years, I thought about a lot of things under that big tree called reincarnation that was imagined by mortals. And as my consciousness became clearer, I heard from the deep ocean. The ancient echoes, the history that happened in the ancient times, are imprinted in the ripples of time and space. I followed those ripples and saw the fortress left by the sailors in the real world... Finally, I decided to do a big thing. I already know."

"...I really admire you," Milmina was silent for a moment and whispered, "The plan you thought of was actually more risky than mine."

"Yearing for freedom may also be part of life..." Amone's tone was a little bit emotional, as if he was a little proud. His eyes were still on the terminal of the magic net not far away, but the focus of his sight seemed to have crossed. After the time and space, he hesitated in the memory of millennia, "I thought I had forgotten these things."

"Forgetting is the privilege of mortals, we don't have this wealth," Milmina chuckled and shook her head. "As long as our experiences form memories, they will be permanently imprinted, just like a part of a mortal body... …"

As she said, her gaze fell on the oath stone ring in the holographic projection, and after a moment of thought, she asked curiously: "Is this really your original sacrificial place? That was many, many years ago... "

Amorn looked at it carefully again, and said in a deep and pleasant voice, "It's not—although it is very similar, but the details have changed. The sacrificial ground in my memory should have disappeared with the changes of the years. But the ancestors of the elves have preserved its projections from generation to generation, and have formed something similar to a summoning spell. I think they must have been preparing for today’s meeting for a long time. Those flags and stone pillars are all special Prepared and adjusted for today."

"Don't you feel regretful?" Milmina couldn't help asking, "The queen is the highest priestess in name. Now even she uses this sacred sacrificial ground for secular purposes, and even made such a modification. , Which means they are truly forgetting you, and even consciously erasing the traces of your existence."

Amorn asked the other party back: "Did you feel regret when you learned that humans held a funeral for you?"

Milmina was slightly startled, her face covered in mist seemed to show a trace of helplessness: "...That's true, it's a good thing."

Her gaze returned to the "Magic Net Live" not far away. The representatives of all mortal forces have come to their positions under the guidance of the staff at the venue, and the focus of the screen is on the silver queen. Ermina looked at those figures, her gaze fell on one of the girls who was full of excitement, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes.

This subtle change of Milmina could not escape Amorn’s perception, and the former **** of nature asked casually: "What's the matter? You also saw something that interests you?"

"Just a little bit of exclamation," Milmina said with a smile, "That kid...was supposed to be a natural choice."

"Really? So does the goddess of magic have a choice?"

"All gods will have voters, and there will always be an individual's spiritual frequency related to us among thousands of sentient beings, just as there will always be some water droplets in the endless sea that will slap the coast with the wind-this has nothing to do with the will of the sea. ," Milmina said lightly, "It's just that I never actively respond to these resonances, and fortunately... this kid never called my name even in the most difficult and fearful times."

Amone did not make a sound, but silently watched the Elf Queen, who was nominally the highest priestess of the Druid in the picture, began to preside over the meeting. Milmina next to him also fell silent, silently watching the mortals in the distance. Busy, after an unknown long time, a sigh came from the dark and chaotic shadow courtyard: "They really don't need me anymore."

"Yeah, I don't need me anymore."

"Can you make the sound a little louder?"

"No, I am too noisy."

……

The magnificent oath stone ring came out of thin air. This simple, solemn and indescribable and solemn venue obviously shocked everyone. At this moment, no one will question this meeting in the wilderness. Is it not decent enough, nor does it question the level of care the elves have as witnesses and the organizer of the meeting in this matter-this is the effect that Gao Wen wants.

On the edge of the ancient Gondor wasteland, at the end of the civilized world, the circularly arranged megalithic pillars stand proudly. Representatives of mortal nations are discussing the future of the world together in this solemn meeting place-no matter what the outcome of this meeting is. , No matter how the future develops, the scene here today is destined to be recorded in history.

Rebecca looked very excited. After the oath stone ring came, she seemed so happy that she could not calm down. Finally, when the important link was over and there was a chance to interrupt, she immediately leaned over to the Queen of Silver and whispered quickly. Asked: "His Majesty Bersetia, what is the principle of this...this spell? Is it summoning or shaping? How does it communicate in different spaces if it is summoning? How does it set the focus of mana if it is shaping ..."

Belcetia looked at this curiosity girl with some helplessness and affection. She seemed to see her appearance in the other person. Taking advantage of the fact that the people around did not notice, she lowered her head and squeezed her eyes at Rebecca. : "I can't tell you this. This is the secret inheritance of the elves-but I can tell you part of the rune structure that does not involve the core spell model."

Rebecca suddenly became excited: "Okay!!"

"Okay, don't continue to mess up," Gao Wen looked at the situation at the venue and reminded the girl from the side, "Wait, don't speak casually."

Rebecca succumbed to the majesty of the ancestors for the first time, and nodded repeatedly, but the next second she raised her head, looking around with a weird expression, as if feeling a certain line of sight, Gao Wen couldn't help asking: " what happened?"

"I don't know," Rebecca frowned. "It suddenly felt like someone was looking here, but I couldn't feel it in the blink of an eye... Maybe it was an illusion."

Gao Wen immediately spread his perception, and repeatedly checked the inside and outside of the venue within the maximum range for several times. Then he exhaled slightly, shaking his head and whispering: "You may be too excited."

This is just a trivial episode. During the talk, the representatives of all parties have come to their respective positions. A cloth curtain depicting the emblems of the forces dangled from the top of the huge stone pillars all the way to the back of their seats. The unique circular venue highlighted the solemnity of the atmosphere. After being seated, even the most unruly people will inevitably. Affected by the atmosphere, he became serious and serious, and even produced a strange and unreasonable sense of honor.

And in this atmosphere, Valentian Jingu, the hand of the Silver Queen, the respected courtier of the Elf Empire, stood up. After a brief introduction of himself, he began to read out the names of the representatives of the various forces on the venue and their The country represented, as the opening of the first conference of the alliance-the high-level elves' magnetic majesty and a certain peculiar rhythmic voice seemed to be a chanting with magic power, which sounded throughout the venue and participated The representatives of some small countries in the meeting immediately listened to these names subconsciously, trying to infer a certain "order" from the order of these names, but they soon fell into a daze.

Because, except for Cecil as the first initiator, Typhon as the co-sponsor, and Silver Empire as the organizer and witness of the meeting, the remaining names are actually arranged in alphabetical order...

This is the first meeting. Gao Wen did not intend to sort by country level and regional influence here.

Under the banner symbolizing the Ogure tribe, the orc leader Camilla sat next to Wenna Baizhi. She looked up at the entire venue and muttered, "It seems a bit interesting, compared to a lifeless meeting. Hall, I really like this environment full of wildness and natural majesty-these elves know it well, I originally thought they would only swing in the forest..."

Wenna ignored the murmurs of her friends. She was actually a little nervous-Camilla and she were both representatives of the Ogure tribe, but on the conference roster, she was the chief representative of the tribe, and Camilla’s identity was She is an "assistant", but since this morning, my friend has been controlled by curiosity. Like any cat, most of her attention has been on the floating curtains and large and small The small boulders and the spring water in the center of the venue made Wenna feel pessimistic about the pressure of the meeting she will bear next...

She even felt that she should follow Wycliffe’s advice when she set out, and bring out Stella, who was full of ghost ideas. Although the fairy queen was not very reliable, it was better than a big cat that had already started to lose chains.

Just like this, she suddenly heard her friend’s voice coming from the side: "Hey, wait, look-is there a seat over there that is vacant?"

Wenna was stunned, and subconsciously raised her head to look in the direction of Camilla's fingers. She really saw an empty seat under a huge stone pillar opposite the venue, and above the strange seat was the same strange emblem.

It was a completely unfamiliar flag. Its main element was a majestic abstract pattern reminiscent of a dragon's head. It had golden lines and was depicted on a crimson curtain—as the leader of the gray elf, Wenna knows the flag of any country in the world, but she has never seen this pattern.

Camilla whispered from the side: "This color...is it the flag of the Holy Dragon Principality?"

"No, the seat of the Sacred Dragon Principality is nearby, and there are already people," Wenna said in a low voice, "Did you see it? That's Sir Gorosh Hickel, we saw in the newspaper News about his visit to Cecil."

"...That seems to be a country that neither you nor I know," Camilla blinked in confusion, "Absent?"

"No, since their flags have been hung on the stone pillars, their representatives must have arrived at stronghold 112," Wenna whispered, "Silver elves will not make such low-level mistakes... "

When Wenna and Camilla discussed the vacant seat and the unfamiliar flag, more and more representatives on the venue noticed this.

One after another, the sights fell on the stone pillar. Although the representatives did not have a large-scale discussion with each other, some representatives and assistants could not help but mutter softly, and more and more. People curiously looked at the red flag with gold stripes, guessing where the absent party came from, and all kinds of strange conjectures developed in their minds.

Some of them seemed to see certain key points. They saw that the vacant seat was right next to the Cecil Empire, and on the other side was the position of the Holy Dragon Principality, but even so, they did not see more. Clues.

In the process, the names and country names were reported, and the representatives stood up to greet them for the first time, and the voice of Valentian Jingu came to an end. Finally, a small country representative from the western part of the mainland stood up and greeted. All participating countries have completed their appearances in Oath Stone Ring.

And that absent position...still absent.

Valentian Jingu's gaze swept across the venue. He saw many unexpected and curious sights. Although many sights were well hidden, this was still true for the upper silver elves who had lived for two thousand years. Can be easily distinguished.

There was no change in his expression, but he waited quietly for a few seconds in the same place. After receiving the signal from the Silver Queen, he straightened his body even more, pressing his right hand on the chest and abdomen of the tuxedo, and his left hand naturally dropped. Said in a calm and clear voice: "There is also another seat: Tarrond Continent, the Kingdom of the Dragon, the ambassador-Blue Dragon Merita Penia and his delegation."

The whole venue instantly became extremely quiet.

Valentian’s voice has fallen, but all the representatives seem to have not yet reacted. They looked at each other, doubting their hearing and comprehension ability. Some people felt absurd, as if they had just heard the legend of the bard. The story got to this solemn place, but soon everyone's thoughts were interrupted by the pressure that suddenly appeared in the distance and the flapping of wings like wind and thunder——

On the south side of the oath stone ring, in the sky above the lofty mountains, a huge figure pierced through the clouds, wrapped in the glow of the huge sun, and flew in the direction of the venue as if slowly and quickly, with a blue head at the head. The giant dragon, her scales are mottled, as if tempered thousands of times from iron and fire, and six giant dragons lined up behind the blue dragon. They are also bathed in sunshine and with a shocking aura.

"Dragon!"

Someone in the venue couldn't help but exclaimed in a low voice. A slight disturbance followed between the representatives of the parties and the assistants they brought. However, in the tension that passed through everyone's hearts, after all, No one was truly panicked-although some were pale, some were already in a cold sweat, and some even started to shake their bodies, none of them left their seats.

It doesn't matter if it is self-comfortable, or it is decent on the surface, at least this kind of reaction caught Gawain and Bersetia's eyes, making them nodded gently.

cannot be compared with the pioneers of seven hundred years ago-but at least not bad.

Many double eyes stared at the dragon group that was approaching the venue, while others finally reacted. These eyes quickly focused on the seat of the Cecil Empire, focusing on the original initiator of the meeting.

Every force in this meeting... Cecil was invited over.

The dragons were also invited by Cecil.