The Druid side was forced to retreat due to insufficient forces after a fierce battle.
The wolf pack seed endless.
The hourglass placed in the center of the hall turned for the last ti. Each turn lasted about four hours, but to the Druids, these seed like the longest four hours of their lives. They had one last chance, yet the path to destruction seed clearly laid out before
everyone's eyes.
A few Senior Druids sealed off the roads leading to City Hall with thorny vines. However, if City Hall were to fall, the Green Tower would only have the last region of the Withered Wood Council to defend.
Refugees from other areas gathered anxiously in the last bits of open space remaining in the city. Adults clutched their children, n consoled won, and a stifling tension and unease filled the air, with only the sound of rain pattering down.
In the Dry Wood Hall.
Initially, the Druids were buzzing with conversation, but once the young Druid beside the Great Elder turned the hourglass with a creak, an eerie silence fell over the hall. It seed everyone had finished saying what they needed to say, or they didn't know how to continue, so discussions ca to a halt.
"In a few more hours, if that young human doesn't return with news, the torch of the Green Tower will be extinguished," said a voice in the hall.
"Perhaps he is already dead."
"I disagree, the torch's light is still there, that is Queniel's torch, I recognize it."
Everyone couldn't help but look towards the endless rainy night, where only a single pale green beam of light pierced through the rain, reaching the clouds above.
"But the beam hasn't moved for a long ti; perhaps they ran into trouble. From that location, even if they set out now, they wouldn't reach the center of the Trade Wind Ring in a few hours."
The murmur of discussion started again but quickly subsided due to these words, as anxiety seed to pervade everyone's hearts, even causing the hunched Great Elder to furrow his brow. But then a voice ca from outside the hall:
"Perhaps the young man isn't dead yet and might already be on his way."
Everyone turned in surprise to see a tall figure erging from the rain. He removed the wet cloak from his shoulders, revealing a rugged face - it was the Great Druid Andrew, who had not returned from the Storm Circle.
"Andrew, you're back?" soone said in surprise. "We all thought you had returned to the forest's embrace."
"I was behind Wolf Pass when the Wolf Calamity struck, thus escaping unscathed," Andrew replied. "When I realized sothing was wrong, I transford into a Raven and scouted the forest, discovering sothing major. At that ti, I couldn't be sure, but now I can confirm that the young man wasn't lying,
this Magic Tide is extraordinary."
"Indeed," the Great Elder nodded, looking at him. "But you stayed in the forest until now; you must have discovered sothing else, right?" Andrew's sudden appearance brought hope to everyone, but the circumstances still didn't allow them to relax. They eagerly awaited more good news from him.
Andrew nodded: "I wandered in the forest for so ti to investigate the scale of the Wolf Calamity. But I suppose I needn't repeat it; everyone has seen it. However, in the forest, I encountered Queniel, who inford of so situations."
"You t that young man?" everyone was taken aback.
"No, I an I t Queniel and incidentally saved a few human nobles, but I did not encounter the Lord."
"What's going on?" soone imdiately asked. "Weren't they together?"
"It seems they ran into so trouble, and that Lord has already set off alone toward the center of the Trade Wind Ring."
"Alone?" the Great Elder frowned. "Are you sure he has reached the center of the Trade Wind Ring?"
"No, I'm not," Andrew shrugged. "I'm only here to report back because your previous assumptions were incorrect, and so of the Descendants of Fenrir with flying capabilities have appeared. If I didn't return, I fear I would have also been caught in trouble."
The hall fell silent.
"Descendants of magic wolves..." the Great Elder's eyebrows furrowed deeply.
"We must prepare for defense quickly. If flying monsters invade from above, City's Hall defenses will be in danger." Soone realized imdiately. Yet his orders didn't get a general response, as everyone hesitated, unsure if making one last struggle now would even matter. Perhaps it would be better for the talented young ones to transform into Ravens and escape while there were still few flying descendants of Fenrir, however many could flee.
And at that mont, another voice called from outside the hall:
"I wonder if any of you are in the mood to et a guest now?"
A guest?
At such a ti, what kind of guest could there be? Everyone was taken aback. "If it's a guest, please co in," the Great Elder calmly said aloud.
Turaman parted the rain to enter, holding a silver staff encircled by six runes in one hand and smiling at everyone. This Scholar stood there with calm composure, as if the Wolf Calamity outside didn't exist, or subtly signaling this person was entirely out of place with this world. (To be continued; for more updates, please visit qidian, support the author, support legitimate reading!)
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