"What about you? Don't you plan to find a descendant to inherit your skills?"
"Druids are not common in Croita. Only little Roma is close to the forest bloodline. I asked Sabina to bring her some gadgets."
Ez shook his head and stood up to change the tea. He could see that his old friend was going to stay at home for a long time, and half a pot of herbal tea was not enough. In fact, by the time the great astrologer "Eye of Iron" left, Eze had already changed three pots of tea, and he almost licked the fur of two rabbits.
"It's already this time. Doesn't the observation ball need to be guarded?"
Dawn in the north of the mainland was earlier than Eastman's. When the light suddenly became brighter, they realized that a night had passed.
"Sabina will keep me informed of the situation. If she doesn't interrupt his poor mentor's reminiscing with old friends, it means the matter is not serious enough that she can't handle it."
"An apprentice has no authority to do this."
"But her mentor does," the great astrologer replied, raising his eyebrows at the other person. “My juniors will be the mainstay of Chloe’s life.”
Speaking of juniors, Eze couldn't help but think of a certain young man with unexpected abilities. The members of the Knox mercenary group are not counted as those he trained, and the only ones who are truly his descendants are Cecilia and Uriel.
He had expected what happened to Cecilia, but Uriel was a surprise. Eze was impressed by his precognitive magic in Frostleaf Keep. If what the waiter said was true, he actually owed the other party more than one life.
Eze hesitated for a moment. "You know the White Envoy, I mean, his apprentice..."
"His apprentice is a wretch. What? Ez, old man, did our patrol messenger scare you out of your wits?"
His old buddy gave him a look. "You haven't seen it with your own eyes, so of course you don't understand. That child's magic is very special, and it seems easy to predict the future."
"The talent of prophecy." Mr. Eye of Iron clearly has full confidence in his apprentice. "Sabina is no worse than anyone else. I guess you are worried that the White Envoy will ruin such a good young talent? He is indeed not suitable to be a mentor..."
"You'd better say this to him face to face."
"This is what I will do when I get close to the Great Prophet," Larsen declared.
The Great Astrologer is almost the pinnacle of the astrologer profession. In the past three thousand years, only Demosis, the "Dark Night Enlightenment", has surpassed the pinnacle. He is known as the Prophet of Croita and one of the few saints in Knox. In the Tower of Sky, people call him the Great Prophet.
You will be beaten badly by him. Eze didn't say the words out loud. The White Envoy had been a messenger for no longer than anyone else, but as soon as he crossed the Path of Death, Demosis himself granted him the position of "Commander". As the name suggests, the White Envoy is the leader of the entire class of great astrologers and messengers, and his status is only below that of the tower's chief great prophet, "Dark Night Qiming."
There are nine mystics at the level of great astrologers in the tower. They form the "Gathering of Destiny" and lead Croy Tower to guard the fortress of Knox at all times. As the leader of it, the White Envoy is fully capable of fighting against the Cardinal of the Holy Inquisition. He is the pinnacle of mystery beneath Demosis. In comparison, the great astrologer is not bad at fighting, but he is not as exceptional as the messenger.
"Why did the tower give the child to the White Envoy?" Eze has always been confused. "He will be an astrologer, not a warrior."
"It's just nearby. Bai Zhizhi didn't refuse, right? But he is patrolling outside all year round, hoping that his apprentice will not break his legs." The great astrologer teased. He stood up and put on his coat. "The daybreaks so quickly. Who said that the God of Dawn cares more about the sea? I think Sauvillier likes them more."
Larson put on his hat and Eads remained motionless on the couch.
"The dragon of time took away my treasure." He sighed, "Last month I was still in Sonbigrad accepting the hospitality of the gray lizard; when I return to Chloe, by the gods, I will only bring back He got his experimental manuscript. If I can exchange it for a price, I would rather use all the magic plants to make wishes."
Larson stopped in front of the door. "Maybe you will see his name in next year's textbooks, and we can remember him in another way." He pressed the brim of his hat. "You're luckier than me, Eds, I didn't even get a chance to give him a eulogy."
"Then my chance is yours."
"Merciful friend! I hope you go to hell." Before closing the door, he heard Haines laugh.
…
Uriel dodged a flying boulder. The heavy rolling stone scraped all the way across the ground and fell into the Black Moon Lake below.
There was a loud rumble in the sky.
Until now, Uriel never felt that it was under his control. He knew before the lakeshore that he shouldn't consume his precognition magic. In fact, the subsequent turns and accidents also prove this point.
As soon as Joey finished speaking, the ground began to shake. This time more violently than any before, he heard the sound of the building collapsing. Not one or two buildings, but large tracts of fragile brick and stone houses in civilian areas. They fall like straw in the wind.
But it doesn't matter, Kamaria is both a city of projection and bathed in the tide of the black moon, so its existence cannot be easily destroyed. The vibrations and roars in the dark night echoed in the distant sky. The moment Uriel avoided the boulder, he suddenly realized that this might not be Berti's counterattack.
The object of Lady Luck's hostility may enter the realm of the God of Death at any moment. "We have to do something!" he shouted. "Bai? You've been waiting for so long."
"'We'? In my opinion, we'd better find a place to hide." York said honestly. He rolled on the spot and hid in a stone pit next to the altar. The little werewolf Meimi yelled, but this guy didn't react at all under the light of the Broken Moon, and even rocks flew away from him.
Uriel quickly pulled him to his side. Gaia can't save him now, but maybe Broken Moon can spare his life for the sake of the believers. The little wolf also dug all four paws firmly into the leather to prevent himself from being shaken out.
"We don't need to fight the gods," Joey said, completely ignoring the apprentice's question. "Hold on until daybreak and the Black Moon Tide will end."
"How much longer?"
"I don't know, but it's past midnight."
The Ice Territory is not the Four-leaf City. The day here is much shorter than the night. Uriel subconsciously thought they would have to wait another four hours, but he immediately realized that dawn here was around six o'clock. "This is really not good. How are we going to survive these six hours?" He couldn't help but glance at the rapier in the young man's hand.
Joey noticed his gaze and actually gave him the weapon.
The apprentice was speechless for a moment. If the moon were an inflated ball, hitting it with a sword might be useful. In any case, the Broken Moon was too far away from them, and what was pouring out now was just magic power. Uriel had no clue about Berti's next miracle.
He had no choice but to hold the sword carefully: "What are you waiting for?" Although Uriel had no exact idea of gods, he knew everything about himself.
"The Broken Moon is repairing His projection."
"Kamariya?"
"More. Green Rose City, Alanwo... He wants the Black Moon River."
Uriel didn't know why the other party knew Broken Moon's intentions.
The moon has not changed much and seems to be waiting for something. His outline on the dome is a clear distinction between black and gray, cutting out a pleasing geometric regular shape among the chaotic colors. The cracks disappeared and darkness covered everything. The sky has a beauty that's somewhere between day and darkness, but it's not dusk or dawn.
Uriel couldn't see the messenger's face clearly in the strong wind, and he seemed to turn his head. At this time, a strange look flashed across Joey's face - Uriel couldn't tell what it was, and he couldn't see anything clearly.
Then a barrier rose, giving the apprentices and adventurers a chance to breathe. The former immediately threw Memei to York, knowing that he was not even strong enough to protect himself. Through the ice, Joey's figure became even more blurry.
"go outside"
Sauron reminded them.
The stairs were not far away, and the railings were filled with dirt and gravel. Uriel knew that staying would only cause trouble for Joey, just like Memie did before. He could only believe in this self-comforting reason. The apprentices don't know what to do after escaping. In Kamaria, the city of projection, they have nowhere to escape.
"I can't do it!" He didn't expect to find the golden cup under a pile of rubble.
No more writing appeared on the ice curtain. Joey grabbed the wall and turned over, his ability to fly seemed to be restricted. "How did you get in?"
"Down the tunnel, my lord, is the collapsed tunnel of Angmar," York replied.
"And Black Moon River." He added. "We took a boat upstream and found the entrance to the tunnel."
The messenger blinked in surprise. "Black Moon River?" After Uriel told him his reasons, Joey glanced at him with his deep blue eyes. "Your luck is unexpected. The people in that boat are supposed to be part of the mystery, the mysterious creatures in Greenbrier City. They are different from Meme. The goblins are supposed to be hiding in the water."
Uriel suspected that the mysterious people in the tower, whether they were astrologers or not, spoke as inexplicably as prophecies. But he didn't care about that at this time: "Kamariya has moved to its original position, and we can no longer get out of the tunnel."
Joey also fell silent. His fingers twisted unintentionally, as if thinking of a countermeasure. But the first solution was proposed by the mercenary: "Why don't we go see where Kamaria has taken us? Maybe it will be easier to find the exit than the Angmar Tunnel."
"Maybe there is a city outside." Uriel had an idea and thought of the Green Rose City that replaced Bonfire Town.
The messenger raised his head. "There is only one city under the broken moon at midnight."
A scream came from the castle beneath them——
Winnie Watts!
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