The Amber Sword: Act 168 elf Crossing the Sea

Twilight shrill cry is over Naberthus. The bells echo in the empty twilight, far and near. The sunset is sprinkled on the dome of the floating golden palace through the burning sunset, reflecting an orange-red color. Light.

A team of gold helmet guards lined up on the ramp outside the palace wall to hear the uniform command sound of the instrument number Knight, hustle and bustle over the copper-plated treetops, and even passed into the inner court. In the Winter Solstice Palace, Pope Petrian III hurriedly enjoyed half of the dinner --'s elaborately roasted lamb, a silver sea mackerel, and delicate pastries on a white porcelain plate, and amaranth with basil leaves and Saers's snow tree The leaves are mixed with sauce and black pepper on the surface. The meat is crispy and fragrant, but the diners themselves have no appetite. After tasting, they put down the silver knives and forks and wipe the lips with embroidered square silk before ordering. Ask the attendant to arrange a carriage for the Trinity Hall.

The Faanzan religious power is unified. Although privately, noble will still have a feud with Holy Cathedral because of uneven distribution of benefits, but from the power of the world, the worldly crown and the sacred scepter are all in one person's hand. The pope is often not hereditary, usually from eight cardinals Bishop. After the abdication of the previous pope, he was named after Saint and lived in the emerald hall. Regardless of worldly power, he is still the spiritual leader of the Holy Church church. So for thousands of years, this vacant position also has the power of Noble. Her Majesty the Pope today is arbitrarily arbitrary, but it is still subject to its constraints.

Petian III is restless these days, and Correct is from this. He sat on the carriage and looked at the shadow of the Tsui Jin Holy Church vault far away, as if a giant monster was entangled in his heart, staring at him, making him restless. The former Pope Azerbantu XI was his mentor on the Holy Path. He cultivated his position to the present day. Although the teacher-student relationship is harmonious, there is always a throne. Peitian knows that this is due to their respective status. in this way. There was nothing wrong with it. However, some anomalies have recently occurred. He has always advocated that the Holy War and Azerbantu of Kirrlutzian in the south have always been clear in his mind. Now Kirrlutzian is not fighting. That crazy queen dared to restore the Dark Dynasty. This was a godsend. It was just a good opportunity for him to teach Kirrlutz in a proper name. He even contacted the envoys of Wind Elf and Gracius Knights, hoarded the army and food on the border, and prepared for the grand exhibition Fortunately, heavily was left on the history. At this time, a paper troop decree made his expectations come to nothing. This paper decree made Correct come from the front of this emerald hall. --

This kind of thing may not happen once in a hundred years. The last time happened in the time of Limaduo chaos. Gloria I used the power of the sacred Knights to release the then pope. This association made Peitian III look dull. He looked gloomily at the seven-foot-tall drawing of the Golden Palace Door in the Jade Sanctuary slowly opening on the hands of the guards on both sides, not knowing what kind of thoughts were turning in his mind. The deeper level of anxiety in his heart came from the response of Bishop in various places. The Bishop and Knights in various places did not seem to react as fiercely as he expected. The interior of the empire was like a flat surface like a mirror, and there was no ripple ripple. He knew that the old man behind the palace door must have used some unknown powers and obediently obeyed all parties.

As higher ranked person, there is no one who can tolerate power beyond his control, especially the power is beyond his expectations.

Accompanied by the attendant, through the corridor, Petian III stopped in front of a dark walnut door, then he raised his hand to screen back and forth, and at the same time stopped the follower from reporting. Facing this walnut door, the dictator's arbitrary supreme one found a hesitation in his heart. But this hesitation was as light and weak as a spider's silk. His Majesty the Pope released the restraint with a little effort, and put his slender palm on the doorknob, and pushed in.

Azerbantu XI has loved to light a fireplace in his one's own study and sit on a low chair since he was old. Read the church's classics and texts all day and day. Although Petian is very suspicious of how much of this is true, he is more or less envious. After mastering the secular authority, he inevitably alienated the sacred Will -- 'The Holy See is worse than bitter monk'. This proverb is by no means a rumor at Faanzan.

The warm Aura hits the face, and the hot wind hits his cheek, making him unable to narrow his eyes. The blazing fire in the fireplace seems to flow out through the open door gap, like flowing warmth, diffuse Past the end of his golden shoes and robe.

There is not only Azerbantu Eleven in the house. In addition to serving in his forties, there is also an old man who must send all white with glasses. Petrian III recognized the person at a glance, Correct Holy Cathedral Famous Scripture Scholar. Azerbantu XI is still wearing a plain robe today, but he rarely wears a hat and looks quite formal and serious. He sat opposite a woman, and Tiberian III was a bit surprised. I couldn't help but look at this woman more. But he glanced again, and he could no longer look away. -- This woman has long dry brown hair, and a pair of eyes that sparkle like jade inlaid into the rock. The reason why it is embedded in the rock is Because her skin looks extremely dry and lacks luster, her cheekbones are towering, like steep rocks. Her lips are sharp and angular, as if carved from it. It makes people understand at a glance that this woman has a very firm character.

Only one woman in this world has such a face, and only one woman has a lifespan of one thousand years, and Tiberian greeted respectfully, "Master Sage."

Azerbantu Eleven looked at one's own student with a smile, and while holding the book in his hand, it was a textbook explaining the early teachings of Holy Church. The person who recorded it was buried in the soil about 300 to 400 years ago. He was pursued as a saint after his death. He waved his hand to signal that Pei An should not be polite, as if he had been foreseen: "Have you, Pope, are you having many questions here today?"

The situation already is beyond the control of Ti Pei An, the current pope has a little thought, and nodded solemnly.

"Let me answer you," the sage Aerlanta said, her voice unexpectedly soft and nice, completely unlike her face: "That paper order was requested by His Excellency Azerbantu."

"Why?" asked Tiberian III.

"Because I hope that Faanzan will not participate in this war, His Excellency the Pope."

"Why?" Tiberian is still the problem.

Azerbantu Eleven took the conversation with a smile: "Her Pope, there have been disturbances in Holy Church for half a century, and old and new doctrines have been arguing. You have witnessed it all for the reason. It is nothing more than a discussion of justice. Question. The root of this question is the war that happened 60 years ago. We saw so many things behind that war that we started to question the root of our standing. What do you think about this? "

Ti Peian did not answer. But glanced at Aerlanta.

"History is right or wrong, I ca n’t give you the answer, Your Excellency Pope." Aerlanta replied calmly: "Although I am a witness, I, Gill, Saers, and your predecessor Faanzan cannot answer. This problem, Odin thinks he is wrong, but this can only represent his views on one's own, --, and he cannot judge history and everything in the past. In a certain stage of history we are in, no one can judge himself correctly. Not to mention that there are countless sages before him --, many people have devoted themselves to it, anyone in this one-sided history. Whether it is a witness or a bystander, only a fragment of it can be observed , So we can only experience it in person to witness it. I live for a thousand years. Correct in order to see the result -- with my own eyes "

Tipean III frowned. "But you could it be that think the queen of Kirrlutzian is right?"

Aerlanta shook his head. "No, Correct because we ca n’t confirm whether one's own is right or wrong, so I want to look at another path in history. You know that oracles: The lost moon has taken away the light, the light is lost, the silver generation is lost on the ground, in the dark Going forward in the midst of obscurity, the encounter between the emperor and Fool. The clockwork full of rust is resetting, the fate-changing sword -- Vaunde waiting for Correct this fate-changing sword.

"Do you believe what is described in Black Prophecy, Lord Sage?" Ti Peian III asked, "Everything will be born from darkness?"

"This Correct Miirna is unwilling to give up, His Excellency," the sage replied, "This is the era of Black Iron, the era of heroes. Marsha will give authority to the hands of mortals, I believe that mortals will have heroes, But from the perspective of the ethnic groups of gold and silver, how can --'s weak people save our world? Not to mention that the lost work lost in the dark forest, everything seems to warn civilization that this is a wrong way. Heaven The descendants of the green Knight have been arguing for this, and Fire of Civilization is declining. Even it is unsustainable. Dragon of Darkness Odin has made a last resort to save all this. Today will be the moment when it will show results. "

Aerlanta looked at Tiberian III and replied: "The millennium of history seems to return to a cycle, but this may not be the beginning and starting point of everything. I will witness everything in the end according to the agreement with Odin, but In any case, I still want to reserve a little Fire Seed for civilization, and don't exhaust all the power into just one answer. So I hope Faanzanian can stay away from this earthly stage, because there is a more important war that requires your strength. "

Ti Pei An Weiwei raises head: "Sir, what do you mean?"

Aerlanta raises head, the emerald eyes seem to penetrate the palace wall of the emerald hall. The direction she looks across is across the vast hills and plains. Under the cloud like a fire, the waves of green sea have not been known for thousands of years. Tiredly washing away the white cliff towering coast, this vast land, the alliance called the Ten Cities, has taken root and reproduced here. About 530 years ago, Mercenary and merchants from Enir and the Macedonian region came here and spent a hundred years building the first city here. Half a century later, a new kingdom was established. The people include humans, mountain people, and elf and dwarves. The teachings of Holy Church are widely spread here, but the belief of nature is not excluded.

Here is the paradise of freedom, money and the sound of the sword complement each other all year round.

But today, under White City, the fishermen who went out to sea suddenly stopped their work. Some sailors were cleaning the fishing nets and cables, some were attached to the mast, and some drunks just walked from the cabin to armor plates. Some are Zhang Fan, some are anchoring by the winch, but they stop without exception and look back to the direction of Haitian.

The turrets on the city walls are warning the sound of guns. A team of guards rushed to the turrets. The waves on the sea were washed, and there seemed to be no difference in the peace between the sea and the sky.

But just in a moment, a dense black spot appeared in that direction --

Rand scribbled a piece of battle armour and hurriedly came to the city wall. Squire gathered him to the side of the battlement. He raised his hand to stop the loud noises around him, and then raised the list in his hand. The binoculars -- came into view with a white spinnaker. He almost dangled his eyes. He cursed in a low voice, moving his vision down. The silver oak tree emblem on the sail shone brightly in the sun, and then down. He saw the elegant white hull of elf.

"Fleet -- of Wild Elf"

Rand took a sip and lowered his telescope. "There are at least 300 ships. This is an army of 30,000 people. Aerlanta is crazy?"

The Aerlanta in his mouth refers to the country of Wild Elf. He took another look to make sure that he did not have hallucinations. At this time, in fact, the already alarm bell shrill cry in the White City city began to enter the port, and Rand looked With a glance at the direction of the port, it is estimated that the port will be closed in about half an hour. He looked back. He was just a little Commander. He couldn't get any idea in this matter. He gave the telescope to the deputy, and then said to an Squire: "You go and notify Farland Falcon and the Lord Lord, let them take the idea, If elves is really playing, White City cannot be able to keep it, we must immediately seek support from other city-states -- "

The Squire glanced at him in a panic before he took the brass token and stumbled.

"Look at the ship --" suddenly a Squire shouted in the direction of the sea.

Rand turned back and saw a light boat emerging from the fleet of Wild Elf, approaching White City at a very fast speed.

"It's the messenger."

"They sent messengers out."

"What exactly does elves want to do?"

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(ps: The new month has begun, everyone will continue to work hard ~)