The Amber Sword

Even one of the most courageous monarchs of the Hazers could not cross the walls of the fortress of Siddharth, let alone the present Hazers.

And the threat in the north is approaching, and Siddharth Fortress has become a problem that the Hazers cannot overcome together, and many more people die under this fortress cannot solve their current problems.

Neither can they wait for this negotiation.

There is silence in the lobby.

The Hazel front-line commander had just prepared to speak, but an old man behind him patted him on the shoulder and stood up.

Prophet Salma.

He was once the guardian of the Crystal Temple, one of the candidates for the three great prophets, and was the equivalent of the sceptre bishop of the Temple of Fire, so in this negotiation he was the one who had a hammer among the Hazers.

“The adult is right," Salma said in an old voice, but more like talking to His Excellency the commander beside him: "We cannot afford nothing, justice and the greatest wisdom in a choice that must be made by both sides. ”

“Lord Salma? ”

Salma turned around and looked into Dermont's eyes, slowly answering: "The city is a precious asset of the civilized world, and if the Krutz can muster the resolve to defend it, the Hazeris will not lack the same wisdom and courage. ”

“But...”

He slowly switched the airways: “We have to understand, what exactly is the guardian? ”

Father Dermont is silent, because he understands that his answer is not needed here either.

The prophet Salma went on to say, "It is not just this city, it represents our civilization and our history, it represents the memory and heritage of the Cruz people, and it will also be part of our entire civilized world, and we sacrifice and sacrifice ourselves to know these precious things, to do everything to protect them, but not just here ——”

Father Dermont's eyes flashed a bright light, which made him say, “What did the Prophet say? ”

“I see that your dear friend Duke Tikes has left the city hall, and you've had decades of acquiescence with him, so you'll stay and die with the city, right? ”

Father Dermont nodded, not to shy away from this. Even on the move, Dolbyan had to be left behind as a fugitive. After the candidate was cut off, he could only be one between him and Tikes, and his destiny chose him.

The nobility in the lobby, although it had long been anticipated, could not bear to discuss it again when Dermont confirmed it.

There was some noise in the lobby.

But the prophet Salma spoke as if he could cover the voices of all, and the old man replied quietly: "There is a covenant that has been dust for a thousand years, and I am willing to sign it if today it takes courage and sacrifice to re-awaken its weight in our hearts. ”

He looked up to Father Dermont and said, "Our descendants will remember today, remember that there was a moment when blood and sacrifice were shed to protect some of the most precious things in the world, and I suppose the priest would have been satisfied with this spiritual inheritance? ”

Father Dermont stood up and nodded slowly.

As if with his movements, the whole hall was quiet.

So he was left alone, echoing in the lobby: "Lord Salma was the temple keeper of the crystal temple? ”

Salma nodded.

“I hear that that is the position of the candidate of the Great Prophet, and Lord Salma is also the best heir of the Great Prophet, and you are the equivalent of the Bishop of the Staff among us, and the one most likely to pass on the Great Throne, right? ”

An inhalation sounded in the lobby, and the nobles glanced surprised at the prophet Salma himself, apparently unexpectedly not expecting him to be so noble.

This status alone has reassured many people, and the Hazeris have demonstrated their sincerity by allowing such important people to negotiate.

But the prophet of Salma only replied: "Has the priest not been the bishop of the scepter? ”

“That was just once," Father Dermont replied, "and I have no hope of being in the seat of the Grand Holy See at all, far from comparing it to your identity. ”

He listened for a moment and went on to say, "Do you really want to stay and die with this city? ”

As soon as that was said, the city hall was at a standstill.

Most nobles reacted, and what the Hazeri prophet had said earlier, most people could not help but look at Salma with an unbelievable look. Although Father Dermont had precedents, as the latter had said, the difference in identity between the two men could not be counted.

“Life is precious, but not unworthy of devotion," Father Salma laughed. "Almost every generation of Hazel kings is buried on the battlefield, as is often the eldest son of the king. While they clearly possess supreme power and the possibility to take over the crown, they have chosen courage in the face of death without exception. ”

“For bravery is the greatest wisdom. Crystals tell us that only wisdom can be brave, otherwise it's pointless recklessness, and here I am, choosing this answer, because I understand that our choice makes sense. ”

He looked at Father Dermont and said, "In fact, I would let the Hazers do it even if the Kruthers did not make that choice, but I am glad to see that there are similarly visionary wise people among the Kruthers, which shows that hatred between the Kruthers and the Hazers is not inextricable, and that we have a lot in common, and perhaps in the midst of a battlefield disaster, we will learn tolerance and forgiveness. ”

“Father Dermont, at this moment, I am not a prophet of the Hazers, but a friend of the Cruz, a friend of all present, breathing with this city and facing its ultimate destiny. ”

The prophet Salma shouted, "May I ask you, do you remember the covenant between the Hazers and the Cruz a thousand years ago? ”

The aristocrats faced each other for a while and felt ashamed in their hearts. They, the children of Dobbian, the owner of the city, did not dare to die with the city in front of a stranger who had come a long way.

Many people even had a shake in their hearts at that moment, although the shake took place only momentarily, and the fear of death soon prevailed. Perhaps after this moment of shaking, many people will eventually choose to leave, choose carefully and save their lives.

But for the rest of their lives, they will remember this moment.

Remember the two people in this hall who stand opposite each other at this moment.

Remember the story of the last moments of this city's existence, and remember that there were people who gave everything for the civilization and glory of the Cruz people.

And that, too, is the heritage of civilization.

Father Dermont took a deep breath, and he had gotten everything he wanted, and he raised his head and looked through the deep dome of the city hall, looking out through the skylight there.

The gloomy sky is a little dazzling at this moment.

The memories of the past, as if to return to his mind, what Tix had told him, he had also experienced. Because this city, carrying him, carrying many people's past and memories, carrying more glory and history.

Dobbian may be the past, but the city will not, and it will live in everyone's heart.

And in the meantime, long-lasting...

The silent millennium covenant, which was renewed because of Salma's words, may now only be called the Gulf of Cloaks' alliance with the Hazers, but it once had a name, called the sacred covenant.

Perhaps the name will soon be remembered again, and Father Dermont believed that the day would come, perhaps not too far away.

He sat down slowly, leaning on his seat, and he did not remember what he had told the Registrar, but this brief, overnight negotiation was finally concluded. Both sides withdrew and the scene was crowded. From time to time nobles came to him to bid him farewell. He could not remember the faces of those people.

The Registrar kept the minutes of the meeting and then left Dorbian with one of the backups from each side. Soon Hazel would join refugees from all over the Cape Bay to cross the Broken Sword Mountains south in search of a real way out.

Dermon closed his eyes and felt his tight nerves finally loosen up.

Hazel may be facing a life-and-death choice, but why not in Cloak Bay? He had had little peace of mind for one night since those days, and he was unaware of the tragic defeat of the Hazeris in the north, knowing only that they had lost all ties to the Empire since the fall of the Black Moon.

Without the support of the Empire, they were unlikely to resist the Hazeri invasion.

Not to mention, the clouds of the northern part of the Cape Bay have been dense for months, and smoke columns have been clearly visible throughout the day in most areas north of Dobbian, while the night is bright with fire. Nobody knows what's going on in the Banker area and the Emperor.

As he meditated, he could always feel the sea of magic boiling, the power of dusk seemed to be growing stronger and stronger, and some of the news coming from the North reminded him of some of the secrets in the temple.

The Crystal Army, obviously, is the twilight claw teeth.

But the scouts sent to the north could not return as long as they passed the hills of the leaves, as did the fleet of small stocks, and the Duke of Tikes abandoned his intention after losing several frigates.

And the lofty inner sea just entered the storm period, and no one dared enter the sea at this time in peacetime, let alone at the height of the magical tide.

According to those returning from the south, the Rokozy Plateau has now become a new inland sea, and every road leading to Anzeruta has been safely cut off, unless the Sword Mountains are crossed. But to the south of the Broken Sword Mountains is the sphere of influence of the Toquinin Lions, and since the fall of the Fortress of Anzeruta by the Lions, no one has known what it is like at this moment in the Plains of St. White.

The road out was completely cut off and Cloak Bay became a lonely offshore place.

Since those days, the shadow of the North has clearly been gradually going south, with imminent threats forcing him to choose to sit down and negotiate with the Hazers.

And this negotiation, he needs assurances not only of the safe escape of Dobbian, but also of the survival of the Empire and the Temple of Fire.

Fortunately, for the first time, he was blessed with his enemies, or opponents, who were wise enough and sober.

He did his best, then the future of Cloak Bay will be handed over to the Goddess of Destiny.

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(PS: Ship R event is a little late, E5 is over, don't worry.