Witch Monastery

……

In the westernmost and northernmost corner of the continent, the elves' former homeland, on an island close to the Arctic Circle.

At this time, it was evening here. After all, it was located at the westernmost side of the continent, and there was a significant time difference with the easternmost Port of Liber.

This island should be very cold, however, because the warm ocean currents pass by here all year round, the warm water vapor they bring makes it almost spring-like all year round, making it the most suitable place for beauty-loving elves to live in.

Therefore, this place became the place where the elves established their empire. They once established a huge empire, and then moved towards the world, sailing elegant and beautiful elf ships, connecting the closed parts of the world together, forming the first global trade network, so that everyone no longer felt lonely.

But unfortunately, all the glorious days belonged to the past. The Elf Empire has been disintegrating for nearly a thousand years, and in this homeland, the once most glorious capital, only a group of people who believe in the Moon God and call themselves Moon Elves are still holding on.

Now, in Silvermoon City, in a fresh and elegant manor, there grew a dense laurel tree. A few steps away, a mature moon elf lady, wearing only a silver gauze and with a slim figure, was taking a nap on a mat.

She was Kasa's mother, the moon elf Anastasia. In the long lives of elves, they had nothing to do most of the time, so spending their leisure time lazily like this became their most common choice.

Anastasia was like this, she was enjoying her nap. She thought she would spend this afternoon peacefully, but then her expression changed.

She stretched out a slender jade hand with silver nail polish and gently scratched the space in front of her. A space crack appeared in front of her. She reached her hand into it, took out a communication stone, put it to her ear, injected magic power, and then heard Hawthorne's voice.

Suddenly, a smile appeared on her lips. Then she stood up, turned around, stepped on her crystal high heels, and walked out.

Her figure was as fast as the wind, and with the blessing of magic, she walked much faster than an ordinary person. She walked through the sparsely populated streets and came to the Cathedral of the Moon God. As soon as she stepped in, she saw at the end of the church, a huge statue of the Moon God holding a round pearl, emitting a gentle light that illuminated the entire church.

The church was empty, and Anastasia did not visit any priests. Every moon elf was a powerful spellcaster and a knowledgeable theologian. In other words, each of them could be a priest of the moon realm, listening to the voice of the moon goddess and guiding her divine power.

It's just a difference in strength.

Therefore, the Church of the Moon Goddess has long implemented self-service. There are no priests, no priests, and no nuns here. Everything you want to see can be solved by yourself.

Anastasia then stepped forward, knelt in front of the statue of the Moon Goddess, closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, silently recited the words of prayer, and asked the Moon Goddess for revelation to implement the most correct plan.

After a moment, she suddenly opened her eyes, and her originally light blue eyes turned into silver-white, emitting a light like a bright moon.

Her temperament also changed, from lazy to holy and otherworldly, as if she was independent of the world.

She slowly stood up from the ground, then turned around and walked out. She was clearly still walking, but if you look closely, you will find that her feet did not touch the ground at all. She was actually floating in the air and flying out!

And Anastasia walked quickly towards the southeast, the direction marked by Hawthorne, in this manner.

……

In the imperial capital of the Sein Empire.

This is a tall and magnificent palace. The pillars of the palace are made of red hardwood brought from the tropics, which exudes fragrance and healing effects. Silver dragons and images of gods are carved on the top, symbolizing their supreme authority.

The top of the palace is decorated with many patterns carved in gold, which not only makes the whole palace look majestic, but also contains magic circuits in the carvings to provide protection and counterattack at critical moments.

This is the royal palace of the Sein Empire. Even though the country has been in decline and rebellions and uprisings have continued, the flames of war have not yet reached this place, so the descendants of the Sein Empire's royal family can still enjoy peace and happiness.

Today, deep inside this magnificent palace, in a red-carpeted corridor, an old lady who looked energetic and kind was chasing after an equally old man who had a straight back and an imposing manner, and asked, "Landis, are you really not going to reconsider this? The awakening of the Old Ones will endanger the entire world, and it is our responsibility to protect this place."

This old man was none other than the ancient silver dragon, Waldgit von, who had formed a friendship with Hawthorne in the country of Borneo.

"I have made up my mind." In front of her, the man called "Landis" stopped. His silver hair was combed back meticulously, exposing his entire forehead. Although he was old, he looked quite confident and imposing: "In the north, a cult has begun to appear. They are shouting blasphemous slogans such as 'Heaven is dead' and causing natural disasters there. I can't just sit there and watch!"

Wadgit stared at the old man and said slowly, "But isn't this a common practice in every dynasty at the end of its life? Landis, in our thousand years of life, how many times have we seen similar things? The third time? Or the fourth time?"

The man called Landis did not speak. He lowered his head and fell into silence. But Wadjit did not give him more time and continued, "The dynasty has come to an end. No matter how much you suppress it, you can't stop it from decaying. I know you have paid a lot for this generation, but let them go. It is better to let them make trouble on their own. It is better to break everything as soon as possible and then quickly build a new empire."

Chapter 830 Armada

As Wadgit persuaded him, Landis suddenly looked a little frustrated. He shook his head and sighed, "I don't understand why every empire was founded by a founder with such high moral character and lofty ideals, and their successors were so smart, brave, and glorious."

"Obviously, there is nothing wrong with everything, but why does every empire only flourish for 300 years before it falls into decline? I thought it was an unfair judgment at first. After all, human experience is always limited. But why is it that this time, even though I personally created the laws of the Sayin Empire, I still cannot stop the decline?"

He didn't know that as an ancient dragon of nearly two thousand years old, he had tried all the strategies he knew during the four unifications of the Sayin Empire. He used all the knowledge and methods he knew that were in line with tradition, freedom, and morality to educate the nobles, train officials, build systems, and shape identity, but he had no way to prevent the empire from declining after three hundred years of glory.

In response, Wadjit sighed, but she did not answer. Of course, she did not understand what Landis could not understand.

In response, she could only comfort him softly, and then changed the subject: "There must be a way, but since the empire has failed this time, it is better to suffer a short pain than a long one, and join the next country as soon as possible."

After a pause, she deliberately said, "The person who issued the warning this time, Mr. Nigel Hawthorne, is also a descendant of Sein with high moral character and powerful strength. He even holds amazing wealth in his hands. As far as I know, both the gold dragon and the blue dragon admire his abilities very much."

"If you still want to continue experimenting with your idea, then, Landis, go and test him. He may bring a new turn to your conjecture."

Landis raised his head suddenly, and his originally dark eyes turned into bright yellow vertical pupils. A ray of brilliance emerged from the narrow black vertical slit in the middle of the pupils.

"Okay, but I have to go and see it with my own eyes," he said. "I want to confirm with my own eyes what this person you are advocating is like!"

……

A few days later, at sea.

The bright sunlight shone on the azure sea, and Hawthorne and his crew's ship was docked steadily in the sea. Hawthorne stood on the bow of the deck, and beside him, Heidi, who was wearing a nun's uniform, stood shoulder to shoulder with him, but her expression was a little nervous.

Being able to sense her emotions, Hawthorne reached out and gently pinched her little hand a few times, signaling her not to panic and that he would handle everything.

In the past few days, they have traveled thousands of miles and have now arrived at the sea area where the "Mother of the Sea" has awakened.

And now, they are waiting for someone, someone they have just met, but who is most familiar with the situation on the seabed and is most likely to be very trustworthy, to come and connect with them.

Suddenly, large waves gushed out from the sea below, and then a head covered with silver scales popped out from below, looking up.

He had a huge black sword on his back and was riding a majestic dolphin. It was Hawthorne's new friend a few days ago, the triton Ulpian.

He rode on the dolphin, looked up at Hawthorne and others, and said with a smile: "I didn't expect you to come so soon, Mr. Hawthorne. You are even earlier than us. We are touched. You are an ally worth relying on."

Hawthorne smiled softly: "Of course, I will definitely fulfill my promise."

After a pause, he said, "Would it be convenient for you to come to the ship? I would like to learn more about the current situation on the seabed."

"Of course," said Ulpian, and then the dolphin beneath him flapped its wings suddenly, and he leaped up with the momentum, straight up like a light spring, drawing a graceful parabola.

Afterwards, his body landed steadily on the deck without making any splashes. It was obvious that he had very good control over his strength. Even though one has never seen him engage in a fierce battle with one's own eyes, it is conceivable that he must be a powerful warrior.

"Beautiful." Hawthorne praised, but without further politeness, he immediately said, "Could you please tell me about the current situation of the Old One? What kind of enemy are we facing now?"

Ulpian said: "Yes, to be honest, the current situation is not very optimistic."

"Just a few days ago, a powerful but evil external force broke through its seal, killing the ancient watchers and sentinels, waking up the Old One from his sleep in advance, allowing it to break the seal and escape."

"This incident caught us off guard, but fortunately, even though He has broken through the seal, He is still in a weak state and has not yet recovered to his peak. Resealing Him may not be as difficult as we imagined."

"Now, according to our observations, He is calling His descendants to return to Him and merge with Him again to make up for the missing powers. Our general plan is to create such a time difference, eliminate the descendants who carry His power before they complete the fusion, and then seal Him when He is at His weakest state!"

Hawthorne frowned immediately, thinking that everything made sense. Heidi's strange reaction that night was because of the call of the "Mother of the Sea".

He didn't care who broke the seal in advance, and he no longer had the energy to care about it. The only thing he wanted to do now was to get Heidi safe and free as soon as possible.

"Seal the Old Ones. It is the responsibility of every living being in the material world to fulfill." He said in a high-sounding tone, "I hope to talk with the elders of the triton tribe and participate in the most core task, the sealing of the Old Ones."

Hearing this, the strong triton captain in front of him frowned and continued, "Although I know that you are very powerful, Mr. Hawthorne, the battle with the Old Ones is not something that ordinary spellcasters can participate in. From what I observe, you should not be a legendary spellcaster yet?"

Hawthorne nodded: "It's not true."

Ulpian sighed, "Then, in this battle, you and I are probably both unable to intervene in the most core part. That is a realm that only legendary spellcasters can touch, and even they have to become cannon fodder."

"Only a stronger person at a higher level, a demigod level, can face the Old Ones directly and play a key role. Why don't you join us and focus on destroying the descendants of the Old Gods who have come from all over the world?"

Hawthorne nodded slightly, then chuckled and said, "I understand, Mr. Ulpian, but there are more people coming here this time than just us."

"I also called for more backup."

Follow him

As soon as he finished speaking, the rumbling sound of large ships stirring the waves came from the edge of the distant sky. The sound immediately attracted Ulpian's attention. The triton frowned and looked into the distance, and saw a large iron-clad ship coming towards him.

Those warships are huge in size and carry all kinds of heavy cannons. Just by looking at their appearance, one can feel how terrifying the heavy firepower they carry is.

There were more than thirty of these large gunboats, lined up in a row, speeding over from the sea at the edge of the horizon. As he approached, Ulpian saw that outside these giant ships, there were hundreds of small but extremely flexible speedboats, which escorted these giant ships and protected them from harassment by small-scale enemies.

A rough estimate shows that this is actually a huge navy with more than one hundred warships of various sizes, a complete maritime battle group!

At the front of these ships was an extremely large ironclad ship, with a cannon in the shape of a blue dragon head standing at its bow. Next to the cannon stood a sturdy blue dragon officer in white naval uniform. Facing the wind, he waved his hand and shouted to the ship on their side: "Earl Hawthorne, Prince Rahman's invincible fleet is now under your command!"

Ulpian watched all this with a shocked expression, while Hawthorne smiled and pretended that he was not nervous or panicked.

He had previously sent out signals to ask Rahman for help, but his original intention was just to make use of the latter's intelligence network and spend a lot of money to publicize it to the world.

However, he never thought that Rahman seemed to have misunderstood his meaning, thinking that he wanted to deal with this Old One independently, so he waved his dragon claws, called on his friends, mobilized and rented troops everywhere, and thus put together such a huge fleet, and let him command it unconditionally.

Rahman was very satisfied with his work. In his communication with Hawthorne, he proudly gave the navy he had assembled a very majestic and domineering name: the Invincible Fleet.

Chapter 831: Ancient Twin Dragons

This extravagant act shocked Hawthorne and made him very frightened. After all, he had no idea how to command the navy to conduct underwater operations.

But Rahman was very relieved. He said that the soldiers on the ship had undergone rigorous training, so when the time comes, he only needs to command where to drop mines and which enemies to bomb.

Hawthorne had no choice but to accept it.

And now, these warships became one of his capitals to persuade Ulpian.

"You may have heard that the world on land has undergone tremendous changes in the past hundred years." Hawthorne said, "Since the collapse of the ancient elven empire, the trade network connecting the world has been disconnected. However, each region has returned to isolation, and the magical knowledge, technological heritage, etc. left by the elves will not disappear."

"In the last hundred years, the global trade network has been re-established, and all countries have participated in it on a more equal footing. This has led to a great development in magic crafts. For example, now, ironclad ships that were once unimaginable can be mass-produced."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and said, "Just like the navy today, which has mines that can explode underwater, even in the deep sea, it can cause huge damage. With such weapons, can we participate in the hunt for the core of the Old Ones?"

Ulpian retracted his shocked look, swallowed his saliva, and continued: "I must admit... your navy is shocking. I thought you were just a casual visitor, I really never thought that you actually held such power."

Hawthorne smiled softly: "The gap between land and ocean is too deep, and the information exchange between us is still too little."

However, even though he expressed his shock, Ulpian still frowned and continued, "Even so, you are a high-level spellcaster and should know the nature of the Great Old Ones."

"It is impossible to destroy him by force. What we can do in the end is to seal him with magic. But you are not a legendary spellcaster after all, so..."

He hesitated, and Hawthorne nodded slightly: "I see. But it doesn't matter, I still have allies who will take me with them."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned back and bowed his head slightly to show his respect: "Ms. Leila, you are here."

Behind him, a burst of starlight flickered, and then, Lyra Silverhand, who was originally invisible, revealed her figure: "Good perception, I just arrived and you can feel it."

Today she was wearing a silver great magician's robe, her beautiful silver hair fell naturally behind her, and there was a gentle smile on her beautiful face, as if she admired his keen perception.

In her right hand was a staff, which was the artifact that Vajera had been using before, the Black Staff.

Hawthorne thought to himself that if you really want to sneak successfully, you'd better spray less perfume. But he said something else: "I sensed a strong and familiar magical fluctuation, and Ms. Vajra will not leave the Black Rod Tower, so it can only be you."

Lyra Silverhand smiled and nodded: "She really won't leave."

After saying this, she stopped smiling and turned to look at Ulpian, her eyes full of majesty: "I am Laila Silverhand. I wonder if I am qualified to participate in the sealing of the Old Ones?"

Ulpian's expression was full of

He was shocked. He had of course heard of the name of Lyra Silverhand. Even though the tritons lived in the sea all year round, they could use magic after all. Of course they knew the existence of the Goddess of Magic. And how could they know nothing about this woman's own daughter?

He originally thought that the person he was going to receive today was just a strange land reinforcement named Hawthorne, but he did not expect to meet such a legendary figure. His heart was beating wildly for a moment and he could hardly control himself.

He swallowed and nodded, "Of course, Madam, I will report this to Her Royal Highness the Saint..."

Before he finished speaking, a rumbling and majestic voice came from the sky: "Then please include our names when you report!"

Before he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly blew up, blowing everyone's clothes. Huo Sang and others looked up at the sky and saw two huge monsters that blocked out the sky and sun, descending.

They were two silver dragons, more than twenty meters long. With their long tails, their length was over forty meters, casting a terrifying shadow on the sea.

They circled and descended together. Their bodies were even larger than the ship Hawthorne was on, and seemed able to completely crush the ship.

However, just as the claws of the two silver dragons, which were bigger than houses, were about to touch the deck of the bow, their bodies shrank and deformed rapidly. Within a few seconds, they turned into a kind-looking old lady and a tall, energetic, but serious-looking old man with neatly combed silver hair.

The old lady was, of course, the silver dragon, Wadgit, whom Hawthorne had met before. She smiled at Hawthorne, like a kind old lady next door: "Nice to see you again, Hawthorne. You seem to have become much stronger than last time."

Hawthorne smiled and nodded: "Thanks to your blessing, I was able to defeat many powerful enemies."

Then, he looked at the old man next to her with a confused look: "Who is this?"

Before Wadgit could answer, Lyra Silverhand beside him bowed her head slightly to show her respect: "I didn't expect this matter would alarm you, Lord Landis. It is my honor to fight alongside you."

Suddenly, Hawthorne's expression changed.

Landis!

The ancient silver dragon, who believed in justice and virtue and was a super powerful being over two thousand years old, should also be one of the strongest creatures in the material world.

After all, although dragons have a long life span, 800, 1,000, 1,200, and 1,800 years are all difficult hurdles to overcome. Most dragons that have managed to survive to old age die at these thresholds, and those who can cross them are all extremely powerful beings standing at the top of the material world!

And Landis is such a powerful ancient silver dragon, so powerful that even the ancient red dragon Sunev would be afraid of him. Even Lyra Silverhand had to show respect to him as a junior.

And in the background introduction of the game, it is precisely because of his existence that the Sein Empire, which borders the Red Dragon Chisha Empire, was not invaded by the ambitious red dragons at its weak moment!

However, such a powerful ancient dragon was undoubtedly a background figure in the low-cost game in the previous life. Not to mention his true body, Hawthorne had never even seen his portrait in the game. There were only a few brief introductions in the background information.

Hawthorne never expected that when he sent a message to Wadgit, he didn't even consider her coming at the beginning, but he never thought that she could actually call over such a silver dragon standing at the pinnacle of the world!

He was shocked, and Ulpian beside him was even more shocked. Even if he had never heard of Landis's name, he could at least tell from their size that these were two ancient dragons with unimaginably strong powers!

Hawthorne, could he actually call in such reinforcements?