"Soday in the future, we can also abandon everything we've held onto."
For a mont, the hall was silent as a grave.
Turaman clapped softly: "Well said."
"Mr. Wizard, isn't that inconsistent with your stance?" Andrew questioned.
"I stand on the stance that I believe is right," Turaman smiled slightly, "but that doesn't prevent from appreciating others' correct stances. Right and wrong are relative, but those who persist, in my view, deserve respect."
"But to get back to the point, how will you choose now?" he continued.
"I will stay here," Funiya was the first to speak, her expression firm like soone far beyond her young age.
"You might want to listen to the opinions of others first, young girl. In significant matters, showing caution is more fitting for your identity," Turaman responded.
"You know ?"
"I've heard so rumors," the scholar said openly.
"But I am staying behind only for myself," Funiya said, frowning.
"But young girl, because of your identity, your words will decide the fate of many. Do you understand?"
"That's too cunning of you to say that!"
Turaman smiled slightly, but the Great Elder had already stopped his speech: "Mr. Wizard, let's return to the matter at hand. Funiya is young, retaining innocence and inherent kindness is not a bad thing."
Turaman nodded: "So what is the Great Elder's answer to ?"
The old man stooped, looking sowhat hesitant. Funiya stood by his side with her lips tightly pursed, staring at Turaman like she was facing an enemy; instinctively, she felt that this mysterious elder's intentions were not good news for her brother Brand in the Black Forest.
What about her brother Brand in the Black Forest if the Druids gave up trying?
But Turaman had already blocked her words, preventing her from speaking.
Others mostly remained cautious, keeping silent and looking at the Great Elder and the high-level Druids beside him with questioning eyes. Opinions differed among everyone, and even internally people were unsure, torn between abandoning future possibilities and sticking to agreents with people. Upholding agreents is precious, but going against the fundantal intention of order for the sake of agreent, isn't that obstinate?
"Oh, Lord Marsha, please guide us on what we should do now—"
This thought flashed uncontrollably through the minds of many.
At this mont, a bright lightning bolt tore through the night sky, turning everyone's faces as white as snow. And at that instant, a trembling voice shouted, "The Rune Stone moved!"
At the sa ti, everyone's attention concentrated on the center of the hall, where a huge array was set, and at the heart of the array, the core Rune Stone suddenly operated, green light flowing all over the rock, creating one mysterious pattern after another. Then the entire array lit up,
and the Great Druids and high-level Druids already prepared around the array imdiately began injecting mana:
"Oh, storm in the sky, respond to our call in the na of Dalastair!"
Turaman was slightly taken aback seeing this: "This is?"
The massive array was already operating, the green radiance pierced through the clouds, shining in tandem with coordinates a hundred miles away, and then a blurred shadow flashed on the array, it was identifiable it was Brand. The scholars from Silver Castle looked at this young man, his eyebrows slightly raised, and upon seeing William beside Brand, even more surprise ensued.
"Thank heavens, it seems Lord Marsha hasn't forgotten about my insignificant existence, this array can still be used—" Brand stood on the other side of the light shadow, his voice distorted, and as he spoke, it made people instinctively frown—what's with 'it seems Lord Marsha hasn't forgotten about my insignificant existence, this array can still be used'? But his following words made these Druids imdiately forget about their slight disrespect towards Lord Marsha and their spell:
"Elders, I bring you good news, I have found the entrance to Valhalla. Next, please bring Funiya over; victory is within sight, just a final step away."
A collective sigh of relief imdiately echoed across the hall.
And Turaman rely raised an eyebrow when he heard Valhalla, intending to speak, but standing behind Brand was William, who gave him a look, the scholar smiled slightly, and kept silent. Only the Great Elder among them all could maintain his composure, he took a breath and asked: "How much longer approximately?"
"I don't know," Brand shook his head, "no one has tried it before, but I fear opening this door is not simple."
Although it was within expectations, the Druids furrowed their brows.
"You have only four hours, young man." At this point, Turaman finally spoke, looking at the others and asking, "Can you guarantee you can overco all difficulties and save this city from Wolf Calamity within such a short ti?"
"Brother Brand certainly can!"
Funiya stepped forward, saying, Turaman publicly questioning Brand made her unable to bear it.
But Turaman paid no mind to this young girl's words, he rely continued gazing at Brand. And the latter, shocked, spotted Turaman standing amidst the crowd, stunned, blurting out: "Master Turaman, why are you—?" Brand suddenly realized sothing and abruptly halted, but Turaman had already smiled slightly, revealing a knowing expression, saying, "It seems you indeed already know , so I won't hold against the small joke you played on last ti for now. Can you answer my question now?"
Brand nonchalantly raised an eyebrow, aware that the other party couldn't possibly truly be looking to trouble him. (To be continued, to find out what happens next, please visit qidian, find more chapters, support the author, support legitimate reading!)
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