Chapter 195 Herod and the Sword in the Tree
Along the Sword River, there is a royal palace.
When Yeats returned from hunting, he specially invited the blacksmith from the Knight Academy to come to the palace for a visit and handed him the wyvern skin.
When the dwarf blacksmith saw this wyvern skin, he was like a businessman seeing precious jewelry, and he couldn't even take his eyes away.
Being able to use this precious raw material to make protective gear is also a rare opportunity for craftsmen. Therefore, the dwarf craftsman offered a very favorable price, and then respectfully resigned, preparing to follow Yeats's request. Create scaled leather armor.
In the courtyard, Gray was trying out the newly acquired Blue Fire Dragon Bow. Her archery skills were unexpectedly good, and the two arrows hit the target. She caught a glimpse of Yeats from the corner of her eye and said:
"Where is Beowulf and his cat? They disappeared early in the morning."
"We are returning to Morning Frost Ridge with the Manticore Mercenary Group." Yeats crossed his arms, "We will go home after traveling for a while longer."
Grey showed her teeth. Smiling, he reached out and threw the long bow to Yeats: "Here it is!"
Yeats was startled, stretched out his hand to catch it, and said: "What can you do for me?"
"You also need to train archery." Gray said eloquently with his hands on his hips, "I definitely can't throw the ax and shoot arrows at the same time. If necessary, you can assist me from the side!"
Yeats Unreasonable association.
The God of War and his old father, right?
“Klan is coming to visit later.” Yeats raised his bow and arrow, and with the archery skills provided by his profession, he hit the target. “He is traveling with us to investigate the rumors of the sword in the lake.”
Gray curled his lips and said: "If there really was a sword in the lake, it would have been taken away by the Golden Lion King long ago. How could there be an adventurer? Let me see, this is probably a trap set by the hag!"
Yeats put down his long bow and looked at Gray in surprise.
This analysis coincides with my own reasoning, but this reasoning actually came from Gray's mouth?
Gray chuckled and said proudly: "I have learned a little bit after staying with you for so long."
Yeats smiled hoarsely.
According to the game plot, the Sword in the Stone has been broken, the Sword in the Lake is buried in a small plane far away from the Atrium, but the Sword in the Tree is still in the Atrium continent.
This giant sword, also known as 'God's Wrath', was sealed in the 'Asgard Ancient Tree' in the Beijun Kingdom. Later in the plot, it was acquired by the Valkyrie Hilud, the descendant of the Red-haired King.
But now, Hilud's fate has changed because of him, and Yeats is not sure whether she can still obtain the sword in the tree.
But one thing is certain... no matter whether she can become the king or not, Yeats's heart was destined to beat for her at the moment she sacrificed her life to block Lemuel's claw attack.
Looking up at the blue and clear sky, Yeats' thoughts drifted away and he thought to himself:
"Wait until I get the flower of immortality, then I will think of a way to meet her."
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Northern Kingdom, Sognardfjord.
The waters of the fjord are crystal clear. Where the two ocean currents meet, it is like green emerald melting and pouring into the depths of sky sapphire, reflecting the white clouds.
The mountains on both sides are steep, sandwiching the lake between narrow and deep valleys. Like a mountain giant guarding it, the roar of a silver dragon comes from the end of the mountains.
It was like a smooth cross-section cut out by a giant axe, standing thousands of feet tall, glowing with the silvery glow of granite. A spectacular waterfall falls suddenly, and the water vapor rises in the mist.
Songgarn Waterfall.
Legend has it that it was a man-made landscape created by the battle between the red-haired king and a strong orc tribe.
At that time, the Northern Empire was at its most prosperous.
The seven seas are full of black crow flags, and wherever the dragon-bow battleship goes, it is like a cold wave passing by. Both the Golden Lion and Roland are mercilessly ravaged by the northerners.
The red-haired king not only made the pirate king who dominated the ice sea surrender, but also forcibly incorporated the orc kingdom, which was dominated by orc tribes and beasts, into the empire's territory.
The orcs, unwilling to accept humans as emperors, rose up to resist.
Among them, an orc swordsman, using the ‘flowing water’ as his domain, challenged the red-haired king to a duel in Sognard Fjord.
However.
Just one sword.
Both the Orc Sword Master and the Orc Kingdom are things of the past.
According to the bards, it was a sword that split the sky.
The flowing water evaporated, the sea of clouds was ignited, the snow peak was divided into two halves, and Songgard Waterfall was born.
The red-haired king looked down at the battlefield, his wild hair dancing like a lion. The giant sword that had been pulled out from the tree was now in the king's hand, as if...
God anger.
Not far from the waterfall, a college building complex covered with a translucent barrier stands on the towering fjord cliff. When the sun shines, the runes on the surface of the barrier flow.
National Academy of the Arcane, Oslo.
It is the only arcane mage college in the North County Kingdom that is as famous as Jianhe University and Tame River University.
This academy only recruits human students, and the threshold is higher than that of Jianhe University. The mages who come out of it often use frost and storm as their main means of casting spells.
The Fourth Ring Mage, ‘Frost Whisperer’ Philus, is an outstanding graduate from this academy.
He is working for the current King Harrag. He returned to the academy this time, firstly to get some alchemy materials for the king, and secondly to hear that a sensational event had occurred in the Mage Guild and even the entire Mage world.
Wearing a purple robe, Philus flew into the academy boundary and landed in front of a statue of an old man in ragged clothes and a hat. He took off the mage's hood, revealing a face with a hooked nose, green eyes, and a calm expression.
Frost mages tend to be cold and silent, while fire mages are mostly outgoing. This is the "Elemental Personality Theory" proposed in the paper "Elemental Affinity Shaping Mage Personality".
This theory holds that elemental spirits have different personalities and souls. The mage can only attract elements that are close to his inner soul.
Pheles has a strong affinity for the frost element, and he has also developed an indifferent character since childhood. Very few things can move him.
The last time Philus was surprised, he thought carefully about it, was during the Aurora Poetry Festival.
A baron who was not even a transcendent at that time was favored by the goddess of art and became the chosen one... This was something that even Philus was extremely envious of.
"Master Frost Whisperer."
On one side of the giant eagle statue, a mage apprentice came up and said respectfully: "The teacher is already waiting for you in the Hall of Knowledge. Please let me do the work for you. You lead the way."
Pheles nodded slightly, glanced at the statue of the old man, and thought to himself, even though the Mages Guild asked him so many times, he still hasn't replaced the statue with Minerva...< br>
The unknown old man.
According to legend, he is a god of magicians whose wisdom rivals that of Minerva.
But this is just a rumor. After all, whether this person really exists is questionable.
In the outside world, there is no record of the unknown old man at all, and the only remaining statue can only be seen at the Oslo State Arcane Academy, which is far away from the secular world.
Pheles shook his head and followed the apprentice to the Hall of Knowledge.
Different from the magnificent Jianhe University, the architecture of this college has a more tribal style. The so-called hall is actually a place where a fire pit is placed in the center, and mages sit on benches to drink and communicate.
The floor of the hall is covered with precious monster leather rugs, and shields and tapestries are hung on the walls. Magic armors and swords are guarded in the corners of the hall.
A blind old man who was nearly seventy years old was sitting on a bench, drinking mead from a horn cup. When he sensed the arrival of Philus, the wrinkles on his face relaxed and he smiled:
"The frost element around you is becoming more active, Philus, have you learned blizzard?"
"Not yet." Philus sat down and said, "The five-ring spell is still too difficult. , plus the number of times the Winter Goddess answers prayers has become less and less recently, I’m afraid it will take another half a year before I can use it freely.”
The blind old man sighed softly: "You are right, Philus, the power of the Winter Goddess has weakened...I am afraid that in the divine realm, in a battle that we cannot see, the Winter Goddess lost the duel."
Pheles frowned slightly: "If you lose... what will happen?"
The blind old man said: "In a noble war, the losing side gives up its claim, cedes territory and pays compensation, and the gods Fighting is nothing better than this. The defeated god will lose his divinity, lose his priesthood, and in the worst case... his existence may be wiped out."
Felers frowned even more. He is a native of the Northern Territory, and he is deeply influenced by his belief in the goddess of winter.
The Winter Goddess's divine power is weakening, which is not good news for Philus. After all, he has many frost spells. In addition to the frost element, he also needs the help of the winter divinity to cast them.
"The decline of old gods is always accompanied by the birth of new gods. Even if the goddess of winter falls, there will be a new god of frost to take over her ministry..."
The blind old man shook his head.
“No matter what, these things are too far away from us in the material realm.”
“You must know that there is an insurmountable holy realm between gods and humans... ”
The blind old man has reached the age of facing death calmly, so even if what he said was disrespectful to the gods, he did not feel that it was inappropriate at all, and said calmly:
"I invite you to come here this time. In addition to handing you the materials the king wants, there is also extremely important news that I want to share with you."
"Dean, please tell me."
< br>"The Goddess of Magic's choice has been born during the trials of Jianhe University and Tame River University." The blind old man said.
Pheles sat up straight, his eyes flickered, and said:
"Who is it specifically?"
The blind old man whispered: "The one who became the chosen one by the magic god is not a human being, but an owl."
Pheles was slightly startled.
"That is an owl with great magical talent. It is all white and named Snow Owl. There has been news that that owl is the reincarnation of the sacred beast Minerva..."
< br>The blind old man muttered: "So many mage geniuses competed for the spot of divine selection, but in the end, Warcraft won. Minerva's oracle is really unpredictable."
Suddenly, Fei Les thought of the artistic divine choice, who seemed to be contracted to a snowy owl as well.
However, the two cannot be the same owl.
As a chosen one by magic, how can he be the familiar of another chosen one?
"Oh, by the way, that owl still has a trainer." The blind old man said, "It is said that he is a noble from a border territory."
Fellers was stunned for a long time. He said in surprise: "Noble? Which territory is it specifically?"
The old man spoke for a while and said:
"It's rare to see you acting so rude, Philus."
"Sorry, Dean, I just...thought of a possibility."
"It doesn't matter, Ai and I Principal Devin has some old friends. According to him, it is Baron Yeats from Chenshuang Ridge who is contracted to this snowy owl."
Suddenly, there was a huge wave in Philus's heart, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
It’s actually Baron Yeats!
So, not only is he the Chosen One, but his demon pet also has a goddess Minerva as a backer?
The blind old man asked: "Do you know that noble?"
Pheles smiled bitterly and said: "More than that, dean, if you knew his origin, you would also Like me, he doubts himself."
"He comes from the Brondi family, one of the three ancient bloodlines of the Golden Lion, but that shouldn't be surprising to you," the old man said.
Pheles took a deep breath and said:
"No...actually, he is also the poet laureate of the Aurora Poetry Society. While contracting with a magic god, he is also an art god himself!"
There was a long silence in the hall.
The blind old man slowly raised his withered hands.
Drinking all the wine in the horn cup, the old man calmed down for a long time and said hoarsely:
"Do you still remember who the last nobleman who was loyal to the Magic God was? ?”
Philus was startled slightly, recalling the ancient legend, and his eyes were full of surprise.
“You mean...Emperor Lorraine?”
Most of the Chosen Ones are directly loyal to the gods, and rarely join another Chosen One.
In history, there is indeed a combination like Yeats and the Snow Owl, that is, the Emperor Lorraine and the Archmage Merlin.
As the chosen one of the goddess of magic, Merlin founded the Mages Guild in one fell swoop, and Lorraine’s legendary deeds are countless.
The dean actually compared Yeats to Lorraine, which made Philez look moved, but he saw the dean making a silent gesture.
Soon, the old man said hoarsely:
"How can Lorraine be matched by a baron? At most there are similarities... Recently there are rumors about the sword in the lake appearing in the golden lion. If there are rumors It's true, war will break out between countries again for the treasure, just like the search for the Holy Grail... The war is coming."
Pheles frowned and said: "The sword in the lake? I'm afraid it's just a conspiracy by some witch. If the Sword in the Lake was so easy to find, the Sword in the Tree would have appeared long ago.”
“Since the Red-haired King was recognized by the Sword in the Tree, everyone in the world believed that only the Red-haired King’s bloodline could exist. , are qualified to use the sword in the tree.”
The blind old man said with a hint of regret: "However, the bloodline of the red-haired king has been slaughtered to the point of withering over the years..."
Pheles said coldly:
< br> "If the sword in the tree named 'God's Wrath' is really obtained by the descendants of the red-haired king, I don't know how much blood will be shed... Dean, I have obtained the materials, so I will take the first step. .”
The blind old man sat quietly in his original seat.
Integrating the three kingdoms and restoring the glory of the Northern Empire is what many Northerners dream of.
But today, the only one who is qualified to become orthodox is that girl.
“The descendant of the red-haired king... This is both the favor of fate and a curse.” The blind old man murmured to himself, “She is destined to get the sword in the tree, like a revengeful prince getting the dagger. .”
(End of this chapter)