"It's dark."

Standing on the terrace, looking out at the approaching twilight, the old man whispered to himself. He reached out, stroked his long white beard, and sighed. And behind him, the waiter in luxurious clothes was standing there respectfully, and he didn't dare to take a breath. Although on the surface, the old man in front of him was no different from the old man with his grandchildren that could be seen everywhere in the streets and alleys, but no one in this city, this country, or even this continent dared to ignore his existence -- this old man was one of the only remaining and greatest supreme beings of the Templar Order.

Nora, the Sage of Light.

He was the son of a demigod, born during the War of the Sages, and after that, he went through many trials and tribulations, witnessing the beginning and end of every war, the birth and destruction of every nation. Those deep eyes full of wisdom contain the sublime and sacred that ordinary people have no chance to see. For Nora, there is no difference between this qiē and that qiē, between today and yesterday, and between today and tomorrow.

But now, it's really different.

The sound of an argument below could be faintly heard, and it seemed that it had never been so noisy since the White Tower was built. The saints, who had always been polite and graceful in the past, have now given up their usual leisureliness. With Wen Jiàn in their arms, they hurried from one end of the corridor to the other, trotting from room to room. And when they open the heavy door, the sound of quarrels inside will come through the cracks in the door, breaking the quiet atmosphere outside. Then the heavy door closed again. Once again, those voices are isolated from the outside world.

If ordinary people walk here, I am afraid that they will think that it is like entering a vegetable market. They couldn't imagine what was happening in those rooms right now. Those priests who always maintain a solemn demeanor in front of the people, representing the majesty of God. The Bishop and the Paladins were arguing across the table, each of them seemingly trying their best to express their opinions, but no one could imagine how things would go.

Nora knew why they were so nervous, and the troubles on the Klein Continent had not subsided all this time. The first is the army of necromancy that suddenly appeared from the Lost Swamp, and they are so menacing that they have even wiped out the three nations that stand in their way, it is certain. The ultimate goal of the other party is the Holy Kingdom of Seth. In the face of these terrifying undead creatures, the Templar Order took a lot of effort and united forces to stop the other party.

But just when the Templars didn't know how to completely destroy these undead creatures, another piece of bad news came -- the Children of the Dead, who had been permanently sealed, had broken through the seal for some unknown reason, and were now destroying them everywhere. He even had a fierce battle with the Holy Cross Army in Lingfeng Canyon, which was originally going to fight against the Undead Legion, and the result was a crushing defeat for the Holy Cross Army. The Undead Legion took the opportunity to invade and occupy the Ridge Canyon. In this way, the road to the south of the Crane Continent has almost been completely opened, and the next step is for the undead legion to capture the Shining Fortress. Then dozens of countries and principalities in the southern part of the entire Klein Continent, large and small, including Seth, will be shrouded in the shadow of death.

And just as the Templars were worried about these troubles, there was another piece of bad news -- the Ten Towns Alliance in the Western Wilderness had completely lost contact. And the whole wilderness was shrouded in mysterious darkness, and it was impossible to figure out what was going on inside.

The first is the invasion of the undead legions. Then came the evil gods, and now they were darkness over the wilderness. This made people panic within the Templar Order for a while. I don't know what to do. Moreover, the oracle received from the gods also deepened this anxiety and doubt.

Astrologers discovered that the northern constellation began to move south, and the constellation Lyra, which represented the "sinking", would become the center of the next period. And the future that the prophetic mages peeped into through the crystal ball showed the flames of darkness, death, and chaos. The priests poured unsettling fear and worry from the words of the gods, and this qiē indicated that the Klein Continent seemed to be about to usher in a less than wonderful future.

This is also the focus of debate now, some people think that this qiē is related to the newly rising Necromantic Empire, whether it is the Children of the Dead Sun or the Dark Sky, as long as those undead creatures are destroyed, then a qiē can be solved. Some people believe that there must be a big conspiracy behind this qiē, and they should focus their energy on investigating the conspiracy behind this qiē. Otherwise, even if they tried their best to defeat those undead creatures, I am afraid that they would only be picked up in the end. Others said that no matter what happens outside, as long as the nine holy believers in the Templar Order unite and do their own things step by step, then every difficulty will be solved.

Nora didn't care about this kind of quarrel. This happened all the time, and he had seen it more than once, and while it was probably the first time they had seen the Templar in this form for most of those born here, he had seen it more than once for Nora. In that era when the gods came and faith was missing, the situation was even harsher than it is now. So he didn't attend these meetings, because Nora knew very well that his every move would become a benchmark for others to evaluate and judge, so he just stood here and waited quietly for the final result.

"It's been a tough time, isn't it?"

At this moment, suddenly, a voice sounded out of thin air. Nora raised a snow-white brow at the voice, and then he turned his head to look at where the voice had come from. Under Nora's gaze, the dressing mirror erected on the wall suddenly began to emit a soft glow, and then, a short old man wearing the robe of the Star and Moon Mage walked out of the mirror with a smile. Seeing his appearance, Nora had a faint smile on her face, and he reached out to stop his attendant from moving further, and then looked at the old mage in front of him.

"You're still the same, you don't want to go through the front door."

"For me, it's a matter of habit."

In the face of Nora's words, the old mage in front of him touched his bare chin with a smile -- unlike Nora, he had no hair or beard, and his whole head looked like a bare light bulb, or if it weren't for the mage robe on his body, I am afraid that some people would mistake him for a robber or something.

"After all, I used to be a thief, and you should be able to understand that a halfway monk is not so easy to be."

"That's not what the Lord of the Stars should say."

Hearing the old mage's words, Nora shook her head. The old mage standing in front of him was also not an ordinary person, people called him the 'Lord of the Stars', the ruler of all things and the starry sky, and the god of the most powerful mages on the Klein Continent. One foot has already stepped into the realm of the gods, and now here, he is just a thin little old man. A smile appeared on Nora's face as he looked at his old friend, and then he looked at the old mage and asked.

"How's the Mage Guild doing?"

In response to Nora's questioning, the old mage took the tall mage's pointed hat from his head, and then reached out and scratched at the top of his head, even though there was not a single hair left, and then he continued.

"It's still the same as before, discuss, discuss, discuss. Mages are always curious about the mysterious, but sometimes too cautious -- of course, you have to admit that caution can save their lives most of the time. It's just that the prophets are a little uneasy, I don't know what they're reading from the threads of the goddess of fate, but it doesn't seem to be as good as we thought. I think you're aware of this stormy breath too, and something is happening, just like the ones we've been through. ”

"West, South......... Everything is changing, but there's nothing we can do........."

At this, Nora suddenly sighed.

"You know what? I especially miss the days when we had adventures together, when we could go wherever there was danger with just one passion. Together, we have eliminated the Werewolves of Wealth, swept the Nightmare Realm of Witches, and eliminated the Demon King Projection of the Netherworld. The only thing we expected at that time was to adventure, explore, fight, and then win........."

"But, after all, that's all in the past."

The old mage shook his head, of course he knew what Nora was sighing about. If it was when they were younger, now they can pack up and go on adventures and solve those unknown mysteries. But now they are no longer ordinary adventurers, they are in high positions, and their every move can affect the continent. Especially when people are in such a state of panic, they must stay in order to calm people's hearts. This is not only their duty, but also their obligation as the top people on this continent.

Although the glorious throne is glorious, which side is more important to look back on the high-spirited and free to be able to have an adventure anytime and anywhere?

"That's right, that's all in the past, and all we can do now is watch over those children here...... After all, it's not just our world. ”

As she spoke, Nora turned her head and looked at the horizon again.

And there, the last rays of the setting sun have completely disappeared.

Night has fallen. (To be continued......)