"I don't know," the girl shook her head gently: "Maybe listen."

"Snow."

"So what's wrong?"

Guangran looked at the tall crystal that was constantly changing in color, "...Didn't you notice that someone was broadcasting to us, no, to the entire North."

"I know," Bai Xue said in a deep voice: "Don't be impatient and listen."

Everyone in the entire hall stood up and turned their eyes to the crystal, from the full-domain broadcast of the main tower crystal - in ten years, it only experienced two or three times.

This is the first time that many of them have encountered such a situation.

And another hoarse voice in the crystal was slowly telling:

"... The Nightmare Clan was born in the Nightmare Realm. It was a nightmare-like world, like the reflection of our world, but there were no four elements such as wind, water, fire, and earth, and no light. There was only endless darkness. The starlight fell into another form there, so life no longer exists, and only a scorched earth of death left..."

"Nightmare Realm?"

"But if there really exists in a world that reflects each other with Aitalia, how could the world be ignorant of it?"

"That's because you usually don't use this statement..."

"It...just like you use the name 'shadowman' more often, but the Nightmare also has a more widely known name..."

...

That moment, not just in Gula.

Not just on the Red Queen.

Throughout the North, in El Pashin and Capka, in Rodell and Fenris, in the lobby of all hotels and adventurers guilds.

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The same voice is telling the same passage.

From Goland, to Equin, to Ess, to Elderon, from Long Lake to Istaniya, every Artisan Association, every Star and Moon Council branch, everyone - whether it is the Aboriginal staff or the Caller Adventurer who comes to do business.

Everyone stopped at this moment, and they stood, looking at the glittering crystal in surprise, listening to the creepy conversation.

"What is the real purpose of the Crow Claw Temple?"

"Their purpose is to open a door..."

"A door? Is it the door connecting the Third Misfortune Star and Aitalia? They want the Third Misfortune Star to come to this world in advance?"

"What they want to open is the gate to the world of will. The second world of the disaster star, Moyadimak, himself turned into nothingness in that invasion. Both Owenlos and Chuangcui both came to this world, one disappeared and the other died. But Chuangcui hid part of Moyadimak in his own kingdom of gods before her death. What they want to open is the gate to the kingdom of gods, where there is a dark army - the ship of the dead, Naflund."

"Three crystals, two anchor points..."

"One is in Gula, and I don't know much about the other one."

In the Elfindo Parliament, under the knowledge dome, craftsmen of all sizes were stunned, and some even stood up from their positions immediately and looked at the people in the middle of the hall.

In that direction, the great craftsman Ander was frowning slightly and looked at Fales and the old dwarf Sonam-Kingbrow beside him.

"Which is going on in the whole domain broadcast?"

"That's Mr. Ed's voice!?"

In the royal court of Istaniya, under the blooming sea of ​​white flowers, Afifa stopped - she no longer had the weak image she had before, wearing a silver warlock robe and carrying a book in her hand.

She turned around and looked at her employer with some surprise—

The eyes of His Highness the Great Princess also flashed with surprise, and she almost immediately turned around: "Hurry, Afeifa, let President Elna come."

The magical message is connecting to every corner of Kaorin-Ishurien through the ever-expanding crystal network.

Until the last conversation comes:

The voice suddenly turned into a sharp scream: "...Do you think you have succeeded? But it's all under his plan..."

Then there was a muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. After a while, after a noise, a low voice came:

"Ed?"

"It's okay, we've got everything we want."

Then, all the sounds disappeared.

The crystal gradually dimmed, as if nothing had happened before.

Under the crystal tower, Fang Yu was silently playing the last recording of the crystal.

At that moment, the whole world fell into silence.

Those people who were far away from the northern border were in front of the crystal at this moment, but for a moment they could not understand what happened to Talun, who was thousands of miles away.

Everyone in the center of this huge vortex was now in a long shock, Shadowman? Crow Claw Temple? Flor's descendants? Summoner? Super Athletic Alliance?

The huge amount of information hit almost everyone but couldn't come back to their senses. The Super Athletics League betrayed the caller, and the top leaders of the Flores descended were permeated by the dark believers, just like the Dragon Fire Guild and the Rain Listener a year ago?

How can people accept and believe such a fantasy thing?

The guilds, large and small in the northern border, and even the Rainbow Alliance, were now in a dilemma that could not be decided. Do they want to believe all this? If they believe this recording, they immediately declare war on the Crow Claw Temple?

Or should we retrieve those three crystals and stop the dark believers from recalling the dark army from the remaining will?

But who can prove all this?

Is the recording real and credible?

In the headquarters hall of Silver Weislan, a flame seemed to be lit in the snow-white silver eyes.

"Did you hear it, Guangran?" she said in a decisive tone: "I'm not wrong, what are you going to do?"

Guangran frowned slightly.

And the same problem is now in the entire northern border—

It is repeated in countless different places and in the hearts of countless different people.

...

Su Changfeng looked at everything that was happening in the picture with an admiring look, and looked down at the old-fashioned atomic table on his wrist. The numbers on it were jumping accurately marked the final countdown.

"Four,"

"three,"

"two,"

"one,"

"start."

The moment he finished speaking, in the live broadcast room of Maer, in several monitoring rooms in Xingmen Harbor, and even on Earth, the staff pressed the send button at the same time.

In El Paxin, under the Crystal Tower at the headquarters of the Super Sports Alliance, he was monitoring the communications of the two worlds and all the staff in the entire community, and seemed to have discovered something incredible at the same time.

Among the countless live broadcast scenes they connected, at least three-quarters of the video signals were lost at the same time.

Before they could report, someone had already cut into the pictures of the live broadcast room, and then they were surprised to find that the disappearing live broadcast signal was now replaced by a common picture.

That's a sword.

With the star gate surrounding it.

The hometown of mankind, the stars called the sun, and abstract galaxies.

With the olive branches and leaves embellished on it, symbolizing civilization and peace.

That is the oath made by the first and second generations of pioneers under that declaration, and the oath that every caller who passed through the star gate after that will be pressed on the metal plate, repeating.

That's the No. 1 call.

It is aimed at all, every caller who swears allegiance to Xingmen Port—

That was the first time that the world has seen the true face of this supreme call since the birth of thirty years.
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