Suddenly said in his heart:

"Valhalla, seems like you've discovered something incredible, old friend." He didn't open his mouth; their communication was completed on a mental level.

"It wasn't me, I'm just an observer." William replied.

"However, if we ignite that Original Spark, the Green Tower indeed might be preserved this way." Turaman said.

"You're wrong, Erune would thus gain another territory."

"Are you implying I should agree to this plan?"

"Haven't you already agreed?"

"Not completely, you know, I hate possibilities—"

"There's another reason," William smiled: "Jiu Feng has a saying—'A commoner is guiltless, but harboring a treasure is a crime.'"

"Indeed, but why did you signal me to agree just now?" Turaman asked.

"Hmph, see those Druids? I can even hear them asking—Druids have never betrayed their oaths, have you, silver citizens?"

William's mockery made the scholar smile faintly: "Precisely why I agreed, irrespective, we stand on the same side of Order. Humans are self-indulgent, but silver citizens cannot imitate, this incoming Magic Tide has already unsettled me. I'm starting to suspect the

prophecy from the Dark is perhaps not just empty threats."

"Humans self-indulgent? I'm afraid not completely," William looked at Brand, smiling: "But believing that the resurrection of the Dark Dragon because of this is far-fetched, what the Dark Dragon truly is, you and I should know perfectly well."

Turaman shook his head after hearing, did not retort, but it seemed he did not genuinely fully agree with William's statement.

Meanwhile, Funiya had already stepped into the Array, after a blinding white light, the Rune Stone in the center of the Array suddenly exploded, and the surrounding Druids fell to the ground immediately. However, this was a normal reaction to a Spell, the Rune Stone couldn't bear the immense power fluctuations during Space Teleportation, as it

was replacing the spellcasters themselves to bear the spell backlash, which is a distinctive feature of Array Magic.

Even due to the massive magic reaction, the lights in the hall dimmed momentarily, and before everyone realized the spell's success, suddenly hearing Andrew's shout: "Alright, quickly reinforce the town hall's defenses, don't let the Descendants of Fenrir easily break in."

The Druids, dazed by the explosion, were momentarily stunned but quickly reacted. The hall immediately became noisy, people hurried back and forth, the Council became a chaotic mess, making one involuntarily frown. But no matter how it was before, the previously despondent morale was now gone, seemingly each person was ignited by their last remaining courage, longing for bravery and glory.

The Great Elder looked at this scene, couldn't help but tap his wooden staff with his finger—a gentle sigh escaped.

"Unbelievable, the Druids not only trust humans from the outside world, but they're inspired by a human's belief and courage." Turaman somehow arrived beside the Great Elder, expressing with a slight sigh.

"A firm heart is mutual, when people see the strongest not fall, they become strong too."

"But that's a pity."

The Great Elder responded slightly startled, turning his head.

"It seems wisdom can't be passed on, otherwise this little fellow would become smarter at least after seeing me. At least ask me to teleport that little girl over rather than waste the already scarce power you have." Turaman looked at the fallen Druids in the hall with a mocking tone, apparently, those high-level Druids had exhausted their magic power.

The Great Elder's face suddenly became quite interesting.

On the other side, Brand was catching Funiya, who fell from the Array and then sneezed hard; he certainly wouldn't have guessed a dignified scholar would speak ill of him behind his back but assumed Char or Romantic were secretly pinning voodoo dolls on him, and of course the latter was more suspicious.

He rubbed his nose, then put Funiya down, the little girl raised her head and looked at him the whole time, her small face filled with admiration.

"Do you plan to have this little girl open the gate of Valhalla?"

Seeing the suddenly appearing Funiya, William suddenly realized: "So that's it, the Forest Daughter?"

Brand nodded.

"So the rumors are true, the spark of Valhalla is kept within the hands of the Forest Daughter, awaiting one day to awaken from slumber. On this day, prophecy becomes reality, no wonder Turaman suddenly said such words to me." William understood, nodding: "But do you know the way to open the gate?"

Brand shook his head, he certainly didn't know, the strategy never mentioned this part. He originally thought bringing Funiya would just allow entry to Valhalla, but didn't expect there would be a gate here.

"I plan to try, shouldn't be too difficult." Brand answered, recalling that historical player.

The Great Wizard raised an eyebrow: "I see, but I suggest you'd better be quick."

"Hmm?"

The old man turned back, eyes traversing the vast White Mist, looking at the other side of the valley: "Seems like that woman finally got out of trouble, I think next it's your turn to face trouble—"

Brand's expression changed, but immediately replied: "I seem to remember, Master Wizard, that there's still an agreement between us."

William smiled and nodded.

"Not only that, I could offer you an additional service."

"What do you mean?" Brand was taken aback.

"That is to tell you, there might not be just one person coming."

"Not just one person? What does that mean? Are there others here?" Brand, holding Funiya, was truly surprised this time.

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