Chapter 404 - Volume 3
Chapter 183 – The Druid’s choice
A hush descended over the hall.
“An Archmage from Galbu?” The Great Druid Elder asked.
“No, this time, I represent Aouine,” Tulman said.
“What do you mean?” The Great Druid Elder frowned.
“Establishing Order takes a long struggle and repeated failures before succeeding. If the Blackthorn Council exists, then I’m certain that it’s just a matter of time to rebuild the Green Tower even if it’s destroyed. A Mana Wave is something that’s temporary and will ultimately end.”
“…… Does this mean you’re going to help us? To aid us in dealing with the Wolves of Calamity?”
Tulman shook his head and continued his explanation:
But a streak of light bright enough to make everyone cover their eyes suddenly shot out from the hall’s center. A shaking voice described the event:
“The Runestones are moving!”
A Magic Formation was operating before their eyes. Green light spilled forth as intricate patterns formed on the ground, and the high-ranking Druids started running towards them and channeled their Mana.
“In the name of Delasityle, obey our summons, Violent Winds of the Firmament!”
“This is—” Tulman muttered to himself at this astonishing spectacle.
The huge Magic Formation was running at full force, and a pillar of green light shot upwards and punctured a hole in the clouds.
Coordinates of a particular place were being reflected in the light, and a fuzzy image of a few people appeared before everyone. Tulman could not help but raise his eyebrows as he recognized Brendel, then his mouth fell slightly opened when he discovered William standing next to the youth.
“I must thank Mother Marsha. It seems like she has not forgotten a small existence like me; the Magic Formation works,” Brendel said.
His voice sounded like he was in a faraway place and his words were a little garbled. The contents of his sentences made the Druids displeased. It was as though he did not believe in Mother Marsha. However, their irritation disappeared with his following words:
“I bring you good news, Elders, I have found the entrance to Valhalla. I humbly request for Sifrid to be sent over to my coordinates. Victory is before us, and we need only to take one more step.”
Many could not help but cheer with relief. Tulman frowned at his proclamation and wanted to question the youth, but William winked at the old scholar, and the old scholar smiled faintly and decided to keep his silence, at least for the moment.
The only other person who kept his composure was the Great Druid Elder, and he asked with after taking in a deep breath:
“How much longer do you need to reach Valhalla and light the Fire Seed?”
“Unfortunately, I’m not sure. Because no one has tried it before, I’m afraid it’s not going to be a simple thing. In fact, I have not opened the gate to Valhalla.”
Brendel had already told them about this possibility with the Druids even before the Calamity of Wolves started. However, they still showed complicated expressions upon hearing his confirmation.
“…… You only have four hours, young man,” Tulman broke the silence as he glanced at the Druids, “can you ensure that you are able to save this city from the Calamity of Wolves within this time period?”
“Of course brother Brendel would be capable of doing it!”
Sifrid walked out and exclaimed. She could not hold it in when Tulman questioned the youth in front of everyone.
But Tulman ignored the little girl and continued to peer at Brendel. The youth appeared surprised when he discovered Tulman amongst the Druids, and he blurted out:
“Archmage Tulman? Why—” Brendel suddenly shut his mouth.
Tulman smiled in response, looking as though he had caught a child doing something naughty: “It seems like you indeed knew who I was from the very beginning. I’ll put aside your little trick on me from our encounter for now, but I would certainly like an answer to my current question.”
Brendel raised an eyebrow. He was certain that Tulman was not really going to pick a fight with him over his deception, but why was the scholar trying to hinder him?