(Harmony is coming.) ）

"The Great Migration?" Brando's dark brown eyes had a faint look of suspicion, and he seemed to have an impression of when the term had been established in his mind, and after a few tosses and turns, he finally remembered that after the Second Age, there had been a terrible battle between the dark elves and demons in the underground—what the dwarves called the 'Battle of the Gray Fields'—a war for survival and destruction that eventually spread to the upper regions of Jogandigang, thus leading the entire inhabitants of the underground world to migrate upward. Jogandegang is not the player's realm, and the surface world has received very little information about this earthly war, and it wasn't until long after the war had begun that the player got a few rumors. A puzzle flashed through Brando's mind: could it be that this was the beginning of that war, but it had already begun in this era? Then he shook his head imperceptibly, although the historical migration in the surface world did not show signs until forty years after the Second Age, but there was no major invasion of Jorgane before this, although he was not a Cruz native, but if something so big happened to Cruz, there was no reason for him as a player not to hear any rumors.

Suddenly, a strong premonition arose in his heart: perhaps, just as the Holy War had come early, the war between the Dark Elves and the demons had been brought forward for unknown reasons—no, perhaps correctly—and it was precisely because of the advance of this battlefield that the Holy War had broken out earlier. The trigger for this holy war was ultimately due to the invasion of the Toquinine Golden-Maned Lionmen, who had originally used the guise of recovering the sword of the earth, but since Brando had seen the dragon, he knew that this was simply a good show directed and performed by Her Majesty the Empress of Cruz.

Brando was slightly awe-struck, before that, he had a guess about the plan of this empress xià: in history, this empress xià also had the same plan. It's just that they failed, so that the two worlds show very different histories. After all, the outcome of Ampesel's battle was finally changed by his own hands, and then the Azure Spear appeared, the 'disappearance' of the eldest son of the Cruz Emperor, and the changes caused by the flapping of the wings of his 'butterfly', which more or less affected the internal pattern of the empire. That sounds a bit fanciful. But it's not impossible, Brando understands what a silver queen is, and it is entirely possible for her to seize the glimmer of opportunity to turn the tables around.

However, at this moment, the speculation in his mind about the Battle of the Gray Field overturned this speculation.

Since crossing into this world, Brando can confirm that he has no connection with the dark elves and demons, and if he has to have anything to do with it, only Ampesel had the only contact with demons during the first war, but Ampesel has only been in contact with demons for half a year now, and the war between dark elves and demons has spread to the tip of the ashes. He also led the upward migration of the inhabitants of the underground world of Qiaogendigang, and it was impossible for only half a year to do so now. He remembered another thing, when the demons invaded Ampesel, they enslaved many of Jogandigan's armies - harpies, cavemen, and even the beautiful Lady Medusa escaped from the demons, that is. These are enough to prove that when the Ampesel War broke out, the 'Battle of the Gray Fields' in the Underground World had already broken out for quite some time.

Further on. He is not even solid in his own foundation, and it is even less likely to affect the entire Vaind world pattern. In this way, there is only one problem:

The current world is not the same as the world of Amber Sword. Historically, Her Majesty the Empress had no such plan, and the history and future of the two worlds were originally on two parallel but unintertwined paths.

What the senior sister said may be true.

Brando couldn't help but take a soft breath. This fact is a little difficult for him to accept, after all, he has only come to this point by foreseeing the future. He looked up at the plains, his light brown gaze over the cavemen's tents, the migrating pack animals, and the rags of the chogendigang banner fluttering in the wind. As if seeing the passage of time, the torrent of history rolling forward, crushing a qiē he was familiar with, and even breaking free from the shackles of space, he could see that the tortuous and complicated river of fate coiled on the mountains and plains, a layer of hazy fog, shrouded in the whole of Eruin, and even shrouded in the whole of Vauld.

This is the fragmented foresight and future.

But shaking his head slightly, Brando couldn't help but find himself a little surprised to find that he didn't seem to be too frightened by the outcome. That feeling, as if after going through many challenges and temperings, after the weak and illusory 'dependence on the future' in his heart that may come to naught at any time has really been shattered, his own heart has become more firm, and an indescribable confidence seems to have turned into a shining sword in his hand, as long as he holds it tightly, he can feel its real and cold touch, and those who stand behind him all the people who rely on and rely on him are like a source of strength.

Brando even had a feeling in his heart that with such power, as long as he swung his sword lightly, the fog ahead seemed to naturally disappear, and behind the fog, there was a smooth avenue.

That was Eruin's fate, and it was his fate.

History may have changed, but on the contrary, it has a sense of grasping one's own destiny and its pulse, a strange feeling, wonderful and tenacious, rooted in the depths of the soul.

……

Lesmeka naturally didn't know that her simple opening words would cause so many feelings in the young lord's heart, and when she saw Brando's silence, and then looked at the expressions of the others, the nobles present were all stunned, obviously not understanding what this so-called 'Great Migration' meant. Lesmeka seemed to be very satisfied with the effect of her words, and did not continue to speak, she was a woman who was very good at the art of speech, and naturally understood that it was best to let these humans lead the topic themselves at this time, so that her next description could be more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

As she expected, after a while, a well-dressed male nobleman asked, "This beautiful ...... Ma'am, I don't quite understand what you mean by migration. His words clearly represented the thoughts of most of the people present, after he spoke. Almost all eyes were focused on Lesmerca's bright face.

Lady Medusa smiled slightly: "As you can see, the so-called migration...... It's just colonization. ”

"Colonization?" The nobles were a little puzzled, after all, in common sense, the surface world is not suitable for cavemen to live, not to mention the vast expanse of Qiaogendigang, it seems that these underground dwellers have not yet exploded into population to occupy the surface world, right?

"Could it be that something has happened in the underworld?" Someone else asked.

Lesmeka glanced in that direction with some appreciation. He replied, "That's a good guess, and it's because of the devil."

"Demons?"

There was an exclamation among the nobles, that demons were the most extremely evil creatures under the Scorched Hell in any legend, that their existence was a taboo for the surface world, that the Temple had cracked down on any cult or individual associated with demons for the past ten centuries, but that secret gatherings and associations had never been broken, blood sacrifices, living rituals, and cruel and bloody rituals. However, most of the people present were knowledgeable and would not be like those fools who would be terrified at the sound of a word, but the problem was that since the Azure Knight defeated the Dragon of Dusk. Demons seem to have been dormant for countless years, but what do they have to do with the upheaval in the underworld?

"The demons have invaded the Jogandigan, the remnants of chaos and ruin that come from under the Brimstone River, destroying the many underground cities of the Scorched Plains and the Cairs of Ash, leaving nothing but blood and fire behind their burning footprints; And the inhabitants who live here are not immune, including me and my people......" Lesmerka seemed to remember something, and a look of horror flashed across her face.

"What did you say?"

"Martha's on top, and those scorched jailers are starting to move again?"

This time it was clearly more than just an exclamation, and Lesmerca's words caused quite a stir among the crowd. A chaotic and surprised voice erupted among the nobles, as if they were about to digest this information. The expressions are different. Especially at this time of year, it is inevitable that people will associate the demon's unusual behavior with a rare magic tide, which is obviously not a wonderful association.

Most of the people's faces were a little bad, and some couldn't help but remember the battle of Ampesel half a year ago, the power struggle between Eruin and the Flame Sanctuary diluted the shadow of the demon behind this war, but now. But they remembered it all over again.

"Could it be that those damned Doomsday cultists are telling the truth, that a rare magical tide is changing the future, and that the age of mortals is almost over!?"

"Will the Dragon of Twilight really rise from the chaos, and the demons of the Scorching Hell are but its vanguard?"

A whisper resounded in the crowd, and those who were a little timid couldn't help but shudder. After all, if that's the case, it's the final chapter of the Black Prophecy - the precursor to the end times, the Battle of Twilight.

The aristocrats finally brought Brando back from his contemplation, he heard the word demon, his brows furrowed slightly, and as for the doomsday cultists in the mouths of the nobles, they are those who wander the streets and alleys, hiding their heads and tails, due to the ban and arrest of the temple, these people dare not preach in public, only dare to pass on those demagogic so-called 'teachings' in private, a considerable number of them are cultists themselves, and most of the rest are ill-intentioned. How credible the prophecy is debatable.

However, this concern is not groundless after all, although in many legends, the Azure knight killed the Dusk Dragon, but as a player, Brando knows that as the final boss of "Amber Sword", the Dusk Dragon will eventually meet the player, not to mention that in the real Cangzhi Poem, the Azure Knight only sealed the Dusk Dragon and brought the beginning of the mortal era. The resurgence of chaos is inevitable, after the Great Demon Tide takes shape in the game, the War Slate and the Wolf Plague appear one after another, followed by the battle between the eternal night and the wizard, until he crosses over, the return of the battle of Dusk has actually been signed, but this qiē is still too early for the current Vaughnde.

Brando's heart jumped slightly when he thought of this.

Is it really too early?

His gaze subconsciously crossed the battlements and landed on the plain once more, where the cavemen gathered seemed to be some kind of sign, or a small voice in his heart, reminding him of something. What really happened to the river of brimstone beneath the hot hell, and why did the war between the dark elves and demons break out so early? Subconsciously turn around. Eyes met Nimesis behind her, and Brando was shocked to find that the female knight was also looking at her, and the latter faintly showed the same worry in her dark purple eyes.

What an eventful time! He sighed, the Great Demon Tide had taken shape in advance, and the Azure Spear had suddenly appeared at this time, and the strong intervention of the Empire had uncharacteristically warmed up with the Bujia people's uncharacteristically enthusiastic enthusiasm for the mortal world. By the way, there's also the return of the Silver Elf. Everything here is related to various periods of history and is plausible, as if the progress of the game's plot suddenly accelerated but then blended together, although he still doesn't understand what is going on behind the scenes, and what drives this qiē, but also faintly feels that the times have changed, the old era has passed, the new era has begun, and the history has inherited the past and the future.

"But I'd rather be born in a peaceful and peaceful era......" he couldn't help but feel a little distressed. These had nothing to do with him, but it was not necessarily easy for Eruin to survive in such an environment.

"What did you say?" Nimesis didn't hear Brando's slander clearly, but she guessed a few points, and she couldn't help but frown and ask.

"Uh...... It's nothing. "After a period of getting along, Brando has gradually figured out the temper of this 'senior sister' from another world, and knows that if the other party hears his lazy declaration clearly, most of them will frown again. Quickly changed his words: "It's just that I feel something." ”

"Feeling something?"

Brando nodded slightly, he wasn't lying.

The turmoil and war brought about by ancient stone slabs. The ensuing wolf plague, and even the Great Tide itself, may not be the cause of the same qiē - before he crosses, "The Amber Sword" is at the end of a mature chapter, and the next chapter is already faintly beginning to reveal: the second eastward advance of Madara, the battle of the Alkash Mountains is only the beginning. The wanderers on the great eastern plains mentioned in the prologue are also in that environment, and the whole continent is also ready to move, how similar it is now.

This is not just a holy war.

Brando couldn't help but think of the war tablet - the tablet had been born, and then what?

Whether it's seven days and seven nights. Wolves walk in the wilderness......

……

Looking west from the main street of Port Rune, Kings Street, the snow-white streets and rows of rooftops descend here, converging on a blue mirror at the end of the view, and in the port area, rows of ivory towers reach into the clouds, dividing the sea in front of the eye.

This is the premium berth area of a first-class port.

Although in terms of the size of the port, the largest port in the south of the Sublime Sea and the Pearl of the New Sea, the port of Rune, may not be as good as Ampesel - the latter is after all a hub connecting the two open seas, and ships from dozens of countries choose to anchor here in different seasons, but as a commercial center of a small kingdom, Ampesel also does not have the unique style of an imperial military port.

A century ago, the magic guide technology was introduced to the mainland from the Hazel people, the magic guide power center was invented, the floating warship came out, and the special dock came into being, which is the special berth. Prior to this, there were no special berths in all the ports of the entire Vaoender Continent, and all the dock areas of every port on the mainland, even the docks used to berth the ships of His Majesty the Emperor, could only be called the highest berths or royal berths.

For the new thing of floating warship, its special nature determines that it can and can only appear in front of the world as the most important military equipment, so all ports with special berths are given another special meaning: naval fortresses.

This is the case with the Port of Rune.

Port Rune is one of the three backup bases of the Imperial Navy, and although it is not commonly used, it is used as a logistics base for winter training, and although the main naval force of the Cruz Empire will not be stationed here, they will rely on this port for supplies as long as they enter the high seas. As a logistics base, in fact, there are still a few warships stationed in the port of Rune on weekdays, some of these warships belong to the local fleet, and some belong to the imperial fleet, but since the invasion of Qiaogendegang, the imperial navy believes that the port of Rune may not be able to hold the attack from the land direction, in order to prevent the fleet from falling into the hands of the enemy, so it also took its own initiative to send the original fleet stationed here to the violet area.

Since the Imperial Navy stationed in Port Rune was not under local jurisdiction, even if the Lord of Port Rune and the Harbour Governor Wallas tried their best to oppose it, it was ultimately defeated.

"It turned out to be a very wise decision," Charles said, standing in the horizontal aisle of Pier 14, taking a deep breath, at which the oncoming wind blew his robes and the cold air seemed to pour directly into the lobes of his lungs, stirring the mind more and more clearly. Looking down, the bay of Port Rune has become a small shard of dark blue glass nearly a thousand feet below, divided by the strait and trestle that extends to the bay in the harbor area, but it is also extremely beautiful.

Biting a dog's tail grass in his mouth, he continued: "Although the upper echelons of the empire are incomparably bureaucratic, they are effective from the top to the bottom, and those adults obviously understand that those guys in the local area are better than them, and they can't be relied on, if the empire's fleet is still here, most of them won't fall into our hands." ”

Charles said this to Yuta beside him, not caring about the ugly faces of a few Cruz magistrates on the side—the shimmering open space between the two opposing towers on the other side of the horizontal aisle constituted this special berth. Rune's airport, built only a decade ago, was still new among such buildings, but it had already been stained with the marks of war, and the dragons had left a striking scar here, and nearly a third of the berths had been completely destroyed—he could almost be sure that the harbor had been unprepared before the attack.

Therefore, if the fleet was still here at that time, it would probably have turned into fireworks in mid-air.

Yuta nodded slightly, although the war between the dragon beast and the floating battleship had long exceeded the limit of the female mercenary leader's imagination, but she could see the clues from the habits of those few local officials of the empire; On the one hand, those fellows looked at her with a hook in their eyes, and on the other hand, they were disdainful of her identity, such a local nobleman, she had seen too much in Eruin, who they were, she was very insightful.

But she was not in the mood to echo the cynicism of the mage, she was more concerned about the task that Brando had commanded: in her eyes, the robed wizard apprentices were busy on the bridge, but they didn't know what they were doing, let alone what was going, and knowing that time was running out for them, she couldn't help but look at the young wizard who looked indifferent with some anxiety, and the latter was really difficult for her to settle down.

"Mr. Charles, Lord Lord, he ......"

Juta finally couldn't help asking, but before she could finish her sentence, she saw Charles turn around and wave her index finger at her.

The latter was looking up, staring at the shimmering void between the towers, his eyes blazing, as if he had found something interesting: "Shhhhh ”

I saw that it was like a ripple rippling out of the empty space, like a pebble thrown into the calm water.

"Got in touch, Mentor Charles!" An apprentice shouted, his voice choppy in the wind.

"Very well, drop the anchor immediately!"

…… (To be continued......)