Chapter 350 Guests and Hosts
It seemed unnecessary to go north now. The only important town in South Sylvania had disappeared. Could the 300-odd dwarves still go to Eshen to capture the vampire city? Perhaps they should wait until the allied forces of the cities that responded to the call of the elven wizard Teclis returned from the north, and then cooperate with the human allies to eliminate the remaining vampires in Sylvania.
If nothing unexpected happened, their allies should still be holding out near Fortress Oberstern until the Undead's defense shows signs of fatigue.
A sudden and fierce attack is certainly powerful, but toughness will lead to more sacrifices. Dwarves cannot afford sacrifices. Although humans are huge in number, they should not easily ignore the lives of their own kind.
Perhaps, Halid did not dare to assert the character of humans, because when betrayal occurred in humans, no dwarf would be surprised by it.
Their vows were like watered-down beer. Who could be sure how much water was in it before they drank it all?
"Let's go! Cross this pit and go to Eschen! I haven't killed enough vampires with my axe."
A dwarf warrior from Breeze Keep shouted to the warriors and offered an attractive suggestion.
Granted, the Longbeards asked everyone to save themselves if possible, but the elders also said that the Mountain Kingdom would remember their sacrifice if their friends needed it.
Who knows what the elven wizard is going to do by gathering the army? What if that sissy wants to start a long-term war in the north? Can they wait in Sylvania until the human emperor dies of old age? A giant dragon crashed through the northern snow, its dark scales glowing with the light of the stars. The years it has witnessed are in the texture of its scales, and every wizard can gain ancient wisdom from it.
Prince Pearl Litanel held onto Serkostek's back, carefully trying to understand the knowledge that the dragons had never shared with him. However, even if he was given another thousand years, it would not be enough for him to understand the secrets that the dragons had obtained from the ancient saints.
He didn't dare to see the whole thing.
The ancient saints are long gone, but the devil has never been far away.
The old gods left behind empty shells, and anyone can enter that shell to spread blasphemous knowledge to seekers who have never seen the truth. Unfortunately, Pearl is that seeker, even though he is powerful enough in the eyes of ordinary elves.
The sharp and meaningful words were hidden in the magic wind, in the clouds in the sky, and in the wind. Demons have always been like this. They are accustomed to hiding in the magic wind and using the magic wind to contact the spellcasters in the mortal world.
Pearl did not invoke the magic power, but the wind of heaven uncontrollably showed him a future.
"You will die."
"In the darkness without light." Another slightly resentful voice added.
"When the snow falls," said the voice that first revealed the secrets beyond time and space to Pearl.
"Before humans." The vicious voice echoed the always cheerful tone.
"After the dragon fell."
"The Lord standing at the end of death encountered you."
A pair of horrors? They always liked to play tricks on spellcasters like this, and if Pearl wanted to know more at this time, he should open his mind.
The demons would share with him the knowledge about fate. The forbidden knowledge that mortals could never understand was in their words, and obtaining that knowledge was as simple as a response.
So Pearl ignored them.
Every year, there are ignorant students who walk into the devil's web, and every year, there are wizards who become the devil's carriers in the world.
It's just that these two demons, who were not smart enough, did not find what he was looking for, and threatening him with death could not awaken his desire.
He had come out of his seclusion prepared, and who cared if the outcome he had foreseen came true? He was too old, and with nothing to keep him alive except the news from Aenarion, he was like a dead man walking.
Delicious food could not revive his longing for freshness, and the most beautiful girl could not keep his eyes on her. When he got tired of everything, living became a torment.
If he is willing to persist, he can still see the next ten thousand years, until his will collapses into pieces and his thoughts dry up into an empty desert.
Every outstanding elf or dwarf can do it, but not many are willing to break the limit of lifespan.
The warriors and scholars of his generation had all become history, and the women with whom he had a relationship had become bones in the grave. He had thought countless times about returning to Ulthuan, walking into the Maelstrom, and seeing Caledor for the last time.
But he knew that there would be no rest after he entered the "maelstrom".
Whether voluntarily or under duress, he had acted like a coward once, and once in a long period of time he had committed an act of weakness.
Is he going to continue?
He should nail himself to the tower of shame, and even if this trip did not end it all, he would go to Ulthuan afterwards and visit his old friend.
The arrival of the dragon set off panic among humans. Teclis thought it was an enemy attack, but he saw the elf on the dragon's back.
It was a brand new dragon armor, the kind of armor that the nobles would like. If the ministers of the Phoenix Court were to see this elf, they would certainly pay their sincere respects to the armor that had an ancient history but was intact.
Unfortunately, Teclis was a rude scholar in the wild. He just wanted to ask the archmage how he made the ancient artifact from Aenarion's time look as fresh as a new armor. It looked like it hadn't seen blood in thousands of years.
I really hope these poor humans won’t die from the oppression brought by the dragon.
Teclis raised his wand and with a single, short syllable he cleared away the chaos the dragon had created.
Surprisingly, the ancient elven prince did not show any dissatisfaction with Teclis's offense. Yes, they would consider it an offense, even if Teclis just didn't want the old and weak to die in the majesty of the dragon.
He thought Prince Pearl would immediately give a speech that would make the elven diplomats applaud. As everyone knows, diplomats only know how to applaud in front of the powerful.
Teclis would rather he did that, there were no Asur diplomats here, Teclis could applaud for them.
But Prince Pearl just looked at the poor elven wizard, who was not even as big as a dragon's fingernail, with a look of emotion and nostalgia.
His condescending attitude made the wizard unable to help but feel angry, because Teclis often dealt with condescending elves. If he didn't have a more urgent task now, he would definitely teach this old antique what respect is.
Teclis had never missed Lynch so much. If the Lizardman were here, Teclis would only need to act as a comforter instead of a hypocritical and treacherous person in charge.
It is always easier to communicate with a victim who has been abused than to communicate with a high-ranking, double-faced person in power.
Sometimes the cold-blooded way of communicating is more effective, and with just a little help from Tigris, it is the most effective way of communication in the world.
(End of this chapter)
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