Chapter 210 - The Way Out from the Dark Wave (2/2)
However, during the Dark Wave 700 years ago (the “minor” Dark Wave mentioned by Tiel), the Gondor Empire was only able to withstand one month.
Did their research during the Meteoric Era fail? Did they give up? Did they take the wrong path? Or… perhaps the situation wasn’t as Gawain had imagined, and the research project in the mountains was actually unrelated to the Dark Wave?
Gawain’s mind revolved rapidly as he recalled about the “giant squid” that was being dug by the sea demons at the sea bed.
According to the information revealed by Tiel, the giant squid was already dead at the sea bed before the sea-demon civilization even came. It also meant that the suspected remains of a god had already experienced multiple Dark Waves in the deep sea, but it was never affected…
Sea demons weren’t affected by the Dark Wave either, or they were only affected to an extent. Although their civilization seemed to have taken a hit, they were still able to continue…
“Ancestor?” Heidi noticed that Gawain didn’t talk for a long time and had to break the silence. “What are you thinking?”
“I am wondering if humans have any ways to survive the Dark Wave?” Gawain spoke slowly. “There might not be clear evidence, but I believe a way to survive exists. It is either from the gods or from the elements.”
“Priests and Elemental Mages?”
“No, you are just talking about two kinds of spellcasting occupations. I believe the way out is in the characteristics of those powers or… the characteristics of this world itself.”
As Heidi immersed herself in thoughts after this statement, Gawain couldn’t help but laugh and say, “It is still too early to think about these things now. With our current capability and the entire mortal world’s capability, we are still not qualified to consider such problems. Instead of considering this matter, it is better to return and rest before thinking about the best candidates for the organization.”
Yes, it isn’t the moment to consider this now. At least, it isn’t the moment for Heidi.
Gawain consoled Heidi and asked her to rest in her room. At the same time, his mind was still very concentrated as he called out to the observation satellite in space.
A thermal image-like “magic-thermal topographical map” appeared in Gawain’s mind. Using his position as the center, everything within a few hundred kilometers had been formed into an image of a magic-distribution diagram and topographic map. Dense magic presence started to float and drift in the overlooking diagram. Immediately after, the latest satellite observation information appeared in his mind:
“Planet energy level decreasing. Switching to low alert mode.”
“Planet energy level is at a low level. Affirming that Planet has entered a peace period. Alert dismissed.”
“All systems entering low power output self-observation mode.”
At the very least, there were no signs of the next Dark Wave for now.
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At the same moment, in the Moss Woods located in between the borders of Duke Franklin’s territory and the western borders of the rest of Anzu Kingdom…
Adjacent to the Anzu Kingdom was the Augari Tribal Country that was an alliance kingdom. Seven hundred years ago, the human pioneers entered the towering mountains and dense jungle from the west and decided to coexist peacefully with the native factions. With agreements and alliances, the western part of the continent had been established firmly. After 700 years of development, any of the races on this land had already formed a new faction. There were more than a dozen intelligent race leaders that were in this place, and the elves, gray elves, fairies, beastmen, and humans were the strongest races and ones with the most authority to speak. These races’ original habitats were in their various main cities, but with the governing structure of the “Five Kings Council”, they were governing this spacious country together.
Different from the Typhon Empire that was on bad terms with the Anzu Kingdom, the Augari Tribal Country had been maintaining a good relationship with the Anzu Kingdom since 700 years ago. The Franklin Clan of the western Anzu Kingdom had contributions in the area that were significant. This clan that was proficient with plans and businesses was always pleased to deal with the races in the mountains and jungles. They had a long-term business with the gray elves, allowing the Franklin Clan to establish a large trade town, and a few specialized assembly points in the “Moss Woods”, that was the main residence of the gray elves, giving convenience to the traveling merchants. During the process, they might have used all sorts of methods to accumulate wealth and had even forced the merchants to exchange a third of their belongings into Franklin coins, putting down a “decree” for them to use Franklin coins in transactions in order for the merchants to travel in the territory. However, compared to the plundering traders on the roads and those hired bandits robbing the nobles, the Franklin Clan could be considered wise people.
Today, the wise Duke Franklin encountered something frustrating.
The trade town at the border of Moss Woods, “Golden Woods Town”.
The blazing flames illuminated the night as large groups of soldiers sealed up the town’s surrounding junctions. The town’s largest trade house had been surrounded so tightly that nothing could enter or exit without anyone seeing.