Amber Sword-Chapter 789 - 128: Tides_2

"We must launch a counterattack immediately!"

"We have to stop these monsters!"

"They will destroy all the frontline outposts, and our centuries of effort in the Black Forest will be in vain!" The Druids voiced such roars of anger among themselves.

The Great Elder tapped the ground with the wooden staff, the crisp sound of the strike quieting the somewhat chaotic scene:

"How many monsters are there?" the old man asked.

"Countless." The initial Druid replied.

Countless.

Brand stood behind the tall Great Druid behind the Great Elder, and for a moment, no one noticed him, a human, present, and at this moment, he withdrew his gaze from the blood-red evening sky, then looked down at the town illuminated by scattered lights below the Green Tower.

From mid-air, the town seemed so distant from the Withered Wood Council, leaving only a sparkling blaze. He certainly didn't know what was happening there, but the Druid's answer evoked a memory in him.

Countless.

Brand slightly raised his eyelids, saw a leaf floating down from above, reached out to catch it, then turned his palm, watching the leaf slowly drift into the night.

Drifting into what seemed like an endless black abyss below.

"Lord," the Gray Crow Great Druid couldn't help but show some displeasure at the young lord's absent-mindedness: "What do you think about the changes in the Trade Wind Ring now?"

"May I ask a question?" Brand raised his head and looked at the other.

At this moment, the Great Elder also happened to hear the conversation between the two. He thought for a moment, rolled up his sleeve with one hand, stepped back with the staff held up, and then nodded slightly to Brand: "Please—"

The scene fell silent, as if only now someone noticed a human was present.

"Who is that young man?"

"Seems like a guest of the Council."

"But he appears to be just a human."

"He seems to be a relative of Lady Funiya."

"I see." A burst of whispers sounded among the Druids.

But what is he doing here?

Brand did not decline the Great Elder's gesture. Instead, he stepped forward, raised his head, and asked the Druid Elder who had been reporting: "Where did the monsters come from?"

The Druid Elder was taken aback: "From the mist."

"Endlessly?"

"Endlessly."

"Innumerable?"

"Innumerable." The other was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Brand was asking this.

"Magic Tide," Brand affirmed, memories overlapping, experiences from two different times and spaces merging into one here:

"As the moon rises, the first tide of monsters will last for seven long nights. The withering of the bud signifies the decay of life, wolves howling and running wildly under the moon, as if heralding the arrival of disaster, thus the first calamity to civilization is the Wolf Calamity."

"This is the Wolf Calamity," Brand stated: "The monsters you see are the Black Wolves."

Wolf Calamity.

The Druids' expressions changed, a burst of discussion erupted. The Wolf Calamity was a prophecy of a disaster bringing turmoil to the world, but how could it be related to the changes in the Trade Wind Ring?

"The anomaly in the Trade Wind Ring was initially related to the Great Demon Tide, the Wolf Calamity is merely a beginning, but a deadly beginning all the same. The Monster Tide will soon sweep past here, ravaging the entire Trade Wind Ring."

"Then they will hibernate, until the true arrival of the Great Demon Tide, descending once more, bringing destruction to the world."

Brand spoke these words, his thoughts drifting back to the stirring age in the game—the Great Demon Tide heralded the onset of turmoil, the ancient empire teetered on the brink, the fire of civilization flickering like a candle in the windy night.

This is the core of Chapter Two, War and Chaos.

Yet, like stars, heroes emerged in Vorn, igniting countless flames to scorch the earth. He seemed to see flags struggling forward in the blaze—Valkyrie Frey, Duke Arangga, Running Wolf Wald, King of Fury, Keenan, heroes from different eras and nations emerging one by one, leading players and citizens to break through the thorns in the darkness.

Yet the longsword plowed through the blood-soaked earth, the flames consumed the pale thorns, one passionate battle after another, as if the heart hadn't yet extinguished its warmth completely, but the remnants stood firm, and civilization stood unshaken.

Brand felt that past glory, it was precisely during the twilight years of the Roaring, the Wolf Calamity erupted.

And now, the Wolf Calamity at the beginning of the Sword Year, creatures lurking in the shadows about to sweep from the Black Forest, destroying all order in their path.

Brand hadn't experienced this war in the past, but he knew some had, and he empathized deeply.

Then the young lord turned back, calmly, and spoke: "Their direction?"

No one knew.

But after a moment of silence, a Gray Crow descended from the sky, landing in the plaza and transforming into a young Druid. The young Druid looked at everyone, solemnly saying:

"The Monster Tide swept past the Rose Wall, changing direction towards the Green Tower."

His voice echoed across the plaza.

The Druids fell silent.

This time everyone realized the seriousness of the problem.

"Is there any way?" the Great Elder asked.

"Ensure the flame of the Green Tower does not go out, ensure as many flames as possible remain," Brand replied: "Besides that, I need to enter the center of the Trade Wind Ring once."

"At this time?" the Gray Crow looked at him.

"Seven long nights, you will face the darkest side of the chaotic power, the sun will no longer rise, it will be Eternal Night," Brand asked: "Can the Green Tower hold until then?"

"This is the only way, to ignite the Holy Fire of Valhalla," he continued to answer.

Valhalla.

The Druids were slightly stunned.

"Can you do it?" the Great Elder looked at him, asking.

"I need people to help," Brand replied.

...(To be continued, for the continuation, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support legitimate reading!)