Amoen's story came to an end, and the courtyard became quiet except for the light and sound projected by the magic network terminal. This quiet lasted for a short period of time, and Milmina finally broke the silence: "What about then?"

"And then? Then many years later, I thought a lot under the big tree called reincarnation that came from mortals imagined. And as my consciousness became clearer, I heard ancient echoes coming from the deep sea. The history that happened in ancient times was imprinted in the ripples of time and space. I followed those ripples and saw the fortress left by the setter in the real world... Finally, I decided to do a big thing, and you already know this."

"...I admire you very much," Milmina whispered for a moment, "You think of a lot more plans than I do."

"A yearning for freedom may also be a part of life..." Amoen's tone was a little emotional, and seemed to be a little proud. His eyes were still on the magic net terminal not far away, but the focus of his sight seemed to have spanned time and space, and hesitated in the memory of thousands of years. "I thought I had forgotten these things."

"Forgeting is a privilege of mortals, we don't have this amount of fertility," Milmina chuckled and shook her head. "As long as our experiences form memories, they will be permanently imprinted, just like a part of the flesh and blood of mortals..."

She said, her eyes falling on the oath stone ring in the holographic projection. After a moment of thinking, she asked curiously: "Is this thing really the sacrificial ground you used to be? That's many, many years ago..."

Amoen looked at it carefully for a few more times, and said with a low voice with a pleasant echo: "It's not--although it's very similar, but the details have changed. The sacrificial ground in my memory should have disappeared with the change of time, but the elves' ancestor memories have saved its projection and formed something like summoning spells. I think they must have prepared for this meeting for a long time, and the flags and stone pillars were specially prepared and adjusted for today."

"Don't you feel sorry?" Milmina couldn't help asking, "the queen is the nominal supreme priestess. Now she has used this sacred sacrificial ground for secular purposes, and has even made such modifications, which means they are truly forgetting you, and even consciously erasing the traces of your existence."

Amoen asked the other party: "Did you feel regretful when you learned that humans held a funeral for you?"

Milmina was slightly stunned, and a trace of helplessness seemed to appear on her face covered in mist: "...it's true, this is somewhat a good thing."

Her eyes returned to the "Magic Network Live" not far away. Representatives of all mortal forces had already arrived at their own position under the guidance of the staff at the venue. The focus of the picture was on the side of the Silver Queen. Milmina looked at the figures and her eyes fell on one of the girls who were full of excitement, and a faint smile appeared in her eyes.

Milmina's subtle changes failed to escape Amoen's perception. The former God of Nature asked casually: "What's wrong? Have you also seen something you are interested in?"

"Just a little sigh," Milmina said with a smile, "that child... should have been born with a god."

"Is that so? So does the magic goddess also have a god-chosen choice?"

"All gods have elects, and among the thousands of living beings, there is always an individual's mental frequency that can be associated with us, just as there are always certain drops of water that will slam the coast with the wind - this has nothing to do with the will of the sea," Milmina said lightly, "but I never respond to these resonances on my own initiative, and fortunately... this child never called my name even in the most difficult and fearful times."

Amoen did not make a sound, but just watched silently as the elf queen, who was nominally the supreme priestess of the druid in the picture, began to preside over the meeting. Milmina next to him also fell silently, watching the mortals busy in the distance. After a while, a sigh came from the dark and chaotic shadow courtyard: "They really don't need me anymore."

"Yes, I don't need me anymore."

"Can you turn the sound up?"

"No, I think it's noisy."

...

The magnificent stone ring of oath came out of nowhere. This ancient, solemn and indescribable solemn venue obviously shocked everyone. At this moment, no one would question whether the meeting in the wilderness was not decent enough, nor would they question the elves as witnesses and the meeting organizers in this matter - this was exactly the effect Gao Wen wanted.

On the edge of the ancient Gondor wasteland, at the end of the civilized world, the circular pillars of stone stood proudly, and representatives of the mortal countries discussed the future of the world in this solemn venue. Regardless of the outcome of the meeting or how it develops in the future, the scene here today is destined to be recorded in history.

Rebecca seemed very excited. After the arrival of the promised stone ring, she seemed so excited that she could not be quiet. After finally waiting for the important link to end, she immediately came to the Queen of Silver and asked quickly: "His Majesty Belsetia, what is the principle of this spell? Is it summoning or plastic? How does it communicate with the different spaces of the summoning? How does it set the focus of magic power if it is plastic..."

Belsetia looked at the curious girl with some helplessness and love. She seemed to see what she looked like in the other party. While the people around her didn't notice it, she lowered her head and squeezed her eyes at Rebecca: "This can't tell you, this is the secret inheritance of the elves-but I can tell you some rune structures that do not involve the core spell model."

Rebecca suddenly became excited: "Good!!"

"Okay, don't continue to make trouble," Gao Wen looked at the situation in the venue and reminded the girl on the side, "Don't speak casually after a while."

Rebecca succumbed to the majesty of his ancestors at the first moment and nodded repeatedly, but the next second she raised her head and looked around with a strange expression, as if she felt a certain sight. Gao Wen couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Rebecca frowned, "I suddenly felt like someone was looking at this place, but I couldn't feel it in the blink of an eye... Maybe it was an illusion."

Gao Wen immediately spread his perception and checked the venue several times within the maximum range. Then he let out a gentle breath, shook his head and whispered: "You may be too excited."

This was just a trivial little episode. While speaking, representatives from all sides had already arrived at their respective positions. The curtains depicting the emblem of power drooped from the tops of the huge stone pillars to the back of their seats. The unique circular venue highlighted the solemnity of the atmosphere on site. After taking the seat, even the most unruly people were inevitably affected by the atmosphere and became serious, and even produced a strange, unreasonable sense of honor.

In such an atmosphere, Valentian Jingu, the respected court minister of the Elf Empire, stood up. After briefly introducing himself, he began to recite the names of representatives of various forces in the venue and the countries they represented one by one, as the opening of the first alliance meeting - the high-level elves' magnetic majesty and a sense of strange rhythm, which seemed to have magical chants, and it rang throughout the venue. The representatives of some small countries participating in the meeting immediately subconsciously listened to these names and tried to infer some "order" from the order of these names, but they were soon confused.

Because except for Cecil, who is the first initiator, Tifeng, who is the co-initiator, and the Silver Empire, who is the organizer and witness of the conference, the remaining names are actually arranged in alphabetical letters...

This is the first meeting, and Gao Wen did not intend to sort it according to national level and regional influence here.

Under the banner symbolizing the Agule Tribe, the orc leader Kamilla sat next to Wenna Baizhi. She looked up at the entire venue and muttered in a low voice: "It seems a bit interesting. Compared to the dead conference hall, I really like this environment full of wildness and natural majesty - these elves understand very well. I originally thought they could only swing in the forest..."

Wenna ignored her friend's muttering. She was actually a little nervous - Camilla and she were both representatives of the Augure tribe, but on the conference list, the main representative of the tribe was her, and Camilla's identity was an "assistant". But her friend had been controlled by curiosity since this morning. Just like any cat, most of her attention had been placed on the floating curtains, big and small rocks, and the spring water in the center of the venue. This made Wenna pessimistic about the pressure on the meeting she had to bear next...

She even felt that she should follow Wycliffe's advice when she set out and bring out Stella, who was full of ghost ideas. Although the Fairy Queen is not very reliable, she is better than a big cat who has already started to lose its chains.

While she was thinking about it, she suddenly heard the voice of her friend coming from the side: "Hey, wait, look - is there a seat over there that is empty?"

Wenna was stunned for a moment, subconsciously looked up at the direction of Kamilla's finger. She indeed saw an empty seat under a huge stone pillar opposite the venue, and above the strange seat, there was an equally strange emblem.

It was a completely strange flag, with its main element being a majestic abstract pattern reminiscent of the dragon's head. It has golden patterns and is depicted on a crimson curtain. As the leader of the gray elf, Wenna knew the flag of any country in the world, but she had never seen this pattern.

Camilla whispered: "Is this color scheme... the flag of the Duchy of Holy Dragon?"

"No, the seats in the Duchy of the Dragon are next to it, and there are already people," Wenna whispered quietly, "Did you see it? It was Sir Golosh Hickel, and we have seen news in the newspaper about his visit to Cecil."

"...then it seems that it is a country that neither you nor I know," Camilla blinked in confusion, "Are you absent?"

"No, since their flags have been hung on the boulder, their representatives must have arrived at the No. 112 stronghold," Wenna whispered, "The silver elves will not make such low-level mistakes..."

As Wenna and Camilla discussed the vacant seat and the strange flag, more and more representatives in the venue noticed this.

One after another, the eyes fell in front of the stone pillar. Although the representatives were very caring and did not have a large-scale discussion, some of the representatives and their assistants could not help but mutter softly. More and more people looked at the red-bottomed and golden-patterned flag curiously, guessing where the absent party came from. All kinds of strange guesses developed in their minds.

Some of them seemed to see some key points. They saw that the vacant seat was next to the Cecil Empire and the other side was the Duchy of the Holy Dragon, but even so, they did not see any more clues.

During this process, names and countries were reported one by one, and the representatives stood up to greet each other. Valentine's voice came to an end. As a result, a representative from a small country from the western part of the mainland stood up to greet each other, all the participating countries made an appointment with the stone ring to complete their appearance.

And that absent position... is still absent.

Valentian Golden Valley's eyes swept across the venue, and he saw many expected curious gazes. Although many of them were well hidden, this could still be easily distinguished for the superior silver elves who had lived for two thousand years.

His expression did not change at all. He just waited quietly for a few seconds. After receiving the signal from the Silver Queen, he stood up even more. He pressed his right hand on the chest and abdomen of the dress jacket, his left hand naturally lowered, and said in a calm and clear voice: "There is another place: Tallond Continent, Dragon Kingdom, Ambassador-Blue Dragon Melita Pernia and his mission."

The entire venue became extremely quiet in an instant.

Valentian's voice had fallen, but all the representatives seemed to have not reacted yet. They looked at each other, doubting their listening and understanding abilities. Some people felt absurd, as if they had just heard someone take the legend of the bard to this solemn place, but soon everyone's thoughts were interrupted by a sudden pressure in the distance and the sound of flapping their wings like wind and thunder-

On the south side of the promised stone ring, in the sky above the mountains, a huge figure penetrated the clouds, carrying the glow of the huge sun, flying towards the direction of the venue as slowly and quickly. The leader was a blue dragon, with its scales mottled, as if it had been tempered by iron and fire thousands of times. Six dragons lined up to follow the blue dragon. They were also bathed in the sun and also had a shocking momentum.

"dragon!"

Someone in the venue couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice. A slight riot occurred between the representatives of all parties and the assistants they brought. However, in the tension that passed through everyone's hearts, no one was really panicked. Although some people were pale, some were already sweating coldly, and some even began to shake, everyone did not leave their seats.

Whether it was forcing himself to calm down or decent, at least this reaction was reflected in Gao Wen and Belsetia's eyes, which made them nod slightly.

It is incomparable to the Trail Blazers seven hundred years ago - but at least it is not bad.

Many double eyes stared at the group of dragons approaching the venue, while others finally realized that these eyes quickly focused on the seat of the Cecil Empire, focusing on the initial initiator of the meeting.

Every force in this meeting... was invited by Cecil.
Chapter completed!