1046: Chapter 266: The Sacrifice is a Hot Commodity 1046: Chapter 266: The Sacrifice is a Hot Commodity “Could it be that the Sea Clan’s invasion of the continent was just to avenge their kin?” Helen blinked and said.
“How could that be possible,” Liu Zhenhan laughed.
He thought the Aegean rmaids were not so noble.
“While the main reason for the Sea Clan’s invasion of the Aegean Continent wasn’t that, the invention of the ‘Away-From-Water Barrier’ was, in fact, by so ‘freshwater rmaids’ who had escaped into the sea.
The ‘freshwater rmaid’ race had been exploring the research on ‘Away-From-Water Barrier’ for thousands of years and had accumulated experintal notes over that ti.
They had always dreamt of living freely under the sunshine, integrating with the surface races of Aegean.
But in the end, their invention and accumulation led to a World War, which ended their entire race’s lives,” Moer paused for a mont and continued, “The records in the Aegean history books are vague.
Master Hidink of the ‘freshwater rmaids,’ who achieved a breakthrough in ‘Away-From-Water Barrier’ research, actually did not die in the war.
Instead, due to the excessive salt content in the sea water, he died suddenly from salt poisoning, as did those ‘freshwater rmaids’ who ca to the sea with him.
After the simultaneous deaths of these ‘freshwater rmaids,’ the ‘Away-From-Water Barrier’ suddenly ceased to function, showing that Master Hidink and the ‘freshwater rmaids’ taught so undisclosed aspects of the barrier spells to the Storm Splitter shamans.”
“That’s quite similar to the halfling chefs under our command who slyly sprinkle spice into the pot when no one is looking, fearing others might steal their recipes,” Liu Zhenhan patted Moer’s shoulder and gave it a squeeze.
“The complexity of human nature…
Perhaps the original intention of these ‘freshwater rmaids’ was not to destroy the Aegean Continent.
Given the terrifying population numbers of the Sea Clan, their threat could be even more horrible and lethal than that of the Demon Clan,” Little Nun Joan of Arc mourned for the world once more.
“The ‘freshwater rmaids’ are actually a race that loves peace very much, as kind and as beautiful as the Elves,” Qui Dan, who had been silent, also sighed, “What Lady Moer said about Master Hidink, I actually knew him.
Due to us both being of the Aquatic Race, I was on good terms with him.
He was the most talented Water Elent mage I had ever seen.”
“If it weren’t for him, the Sea Clan wouldn’t have been able to invade the mainland.
If it weren’t for him, Aegean would probably have been ruled by the Sea Clan by now,” Moer said with a bitter smile, “Whether he died of salt poisoning is no longer important.
What matters is that after the war between sea and land, the Moni Religion was almost completely destroyed.
When the Sea Clan took over most of the Aegean Continent, the first thing they destroyed were the Moni temples, supposedly capable of showing divine miracles.”
“Lady Moer sure knows a lot of things,” Golinny spoke for all of the shamans, and there was no flattery intended.
The shamans were finally getting a sense of why she was the Cangqiong Prophet, while they were just ordinary shamans.
Loud applause redirected the attention of all the shamans to the side gates of the altar, where the side chamber was located.
A few majestic Beamon officers erged with great strides, leading them none other than Prince Lionheart Kahn.
“Lady Moer, your erudition could serve as the eternal light of the night, illuminating our path forward,” Prince Kahn approached Moer, placed a hand on his chest, and bowed respectfully.
To this butterfly shaman who was adept in both music and magic, the Beamon military command was extrely desirous; Prince Lionheart was no exception.
Of course, His Highness also knew that as long as the Shaman of Divine Songs was there, this powerful prophet was unlikely to serve anyone else.
“You don’t have to be so formal, Your Highness.
As the Cangqiong Prophet…” Moer waved the Fla Gem Scepter in her hand, the fiery glow from the blazing red gem trailed a fading streak through the air: “…my duty is to serve as a beacon guiding Beamon through the darkness and the unknown.”
That girl sure had thick skin.
Prince Lionheart’s lips twitched, yet he bowed respectfully to the Shaman of Divine Songs once more, with a level of politeness that could only be described as textbook noble conduct, showing no hint of the discord between him and Liu Zhenhan.
“Your Highness, there’s no need for such formalities.
Please arrange our accommodations sooner, we’ve got two thousand followers waiting outside the temple,” Liu Zhenhan twirled the skull necklace around his neck and gave Prince Kahn a slight smile.
“Everything has been prepared for you,” Prince Kahn flicked his snow-white-gloved middle finger lightly, and imdiately four tall Rhine knights stepped from behind him and gestured to the shamans to follow.
The ostrich knight Piero hurried out of the hall to inform the followers.
“Your Majesty, distinguished high priests, Miss Helen, Lady Moer, please follow this way,” Prince Kahn made an elegant sidestep, and the officers and strategists below the altar imdiately cleared a table, placing around ten wooden stumps and chairs beside it.
Liu Zhenhan knew it was ti for the pre-war eting, his first ever attendance at such a high-level combat conference, he couldn’t help but feel a bit excited.
He quickly took a seat at the table with the high priests, Helen, and Moer.
“Your Majesty, Miss Helen, Lady Prophet, under the watch of our military personnel, there’s no need for you to keep guards by your side, right?” The Hauss clan centaur officer sitting opposite Liu Zhenhan said with a hint of displeasure.
This Hauss officer was dressed in earthy yellow gendarrie uniform and adorned with the sash and dals of nobility.
Reviews
All reviews (0)