The Witcher: From the Academy of Knights

Chapter 51 Saints and Legends
"Forest of Mist?"

Sauron frowned slightly, remembering that not long ago, he led people to the forest to collect ghost pattern flowers, but was attacked by undead.

"Yes, it is the forest of mist!"

Frost nodded and said with a serious face: "In the territory to which Night Crow City belongs, Giethoorn Village is the closest to the Forest of Mists."

"Therefore, I ordered the militiamen in Giethoorn to keep an eye on the situation in the Misty Forest."

"According to the descriptions of the villagers, recently, the fog in the forest seems to be spreading, and there are strange sounds every night!"

Sauron stroked his chin, thoughts flickering slightly in his mind.

Before, he had set foot in the forest of mist, so he knew that the forest was now occupied by the undead.

Especially the wraith, possessing the tree like a demon.

Anyone who dares to set foot in the forest of mist will be attacked by the undead. Therefore, Sauron has ordered the forest of mist to be temporarily listed as a restricted area.

However, this does not seem to have lifted the crisis.

The fog spreads to the outside world, which means that the territory of those undead is getting bigger and bigger, and it may not be long before Giethoorn Village will be swallowed up.

"Why are there so many undead?"

Sauron frowned slightly, and a thought flashed in his eyes.

According to the records in the Necronomicon Handbook, although anyone's soul will leave the body after death, most people will only be in the state of wandering spirits.

Even without sunlight, it cannot exist in the world for a long time.

If the undead want to survive, they must live in a special environment. The Mist Forest has been the resource point of the Swain family for many years.

When Orens was still there, he had never heard of undead haunting the Misty Forest.

But now, not only undead, but even ghosts and resentful spirits appear in the Misty Forest, and they even possess trees and regard the entire forest as their own territory.

Fros hesitated to speak, with a look of hesitation on his face.

"If you have anything to say, you might as well just say it."

Noticing Frost's expression, Sauron asked.

"Remember the stories I told you before going to bed when you were a child?"

Frost looked complicated, and said quietly: "According to ancient legends, at some point in the future, a tide of magic power will sweep the world, and the power of darkness will swallow everything at that time!"

"Magic tide?"

Sauron's heart moved, and childhood memories also appeared in his mind.

The ancient legend about the magic tide has always been circulating in the Lost Continent.

Legend has it that thousands of years ago, the Lost Continent was still a dark place, and the ancient gods ruled the world. They were powerful and cruel, and they regarded human beings like livestock.

It was a bloody era.

The human beings who surrendered to the rule of the ancient gods lived a life of drinking blood and bare hair, and had no food to eat. The days of living in the cracks made them anxious all day long.

I don't know how long these days have passed.

Suddenly one day.

The saint 'Elsa' came to the world!
It was a great existence. According to the records in the ancient books, the saint led the twelve saints to descend in the darkest age in human history.

The saint defeated the evil ancient god and brought light to the lost continent.

Since then, mankind has ushered in a new era.

The great sage Elsa taught the world, brought mankind from the Stone Age to civilization, and established an unprecedentedly powerful Valian Empire on the Lost Continent.

The existence of the Valian Empire allowed mankind to enter a development period of 300 years.

That era was called the [Old Calendar]!
According to normal development, the mighty Valian Empire will always dominate the Lost Continent. Under the leadership of Saint Elsa, human beings will continue to grow and develop.

However, one day.

Among the twelve saints under Saint Elsa, the third saint, Green, suddenly betrayed the saint for unknown reasons.

Taking advantage of the saint's trust, the third saint, Green, seriously injured him, but he also paid a heavy price and had to flee far away.

For a time, the empire ushered in a crisis.

The saints are suspicious of each other, and no one knows whether the other party is the accomplice of the third saint, and the once extremely powerful Valia Empire began to fall apart.

The saint Elsa, who was seriously injured, saw the empire he had built with his own hands, and felt extremely sad, but felt helpless.

At the same time, due to the betrayal of the third saint, Green, Saint Elsa no longer has any trust in the remaining saints.

After a period of turmoil, the traces of Saint Elsa disappeared from the world.

No one knows where the saint went.

But before the saint left, he left behind an ancient prophecy that one day, a wave of magic representing extraordinary power was destined to sweep the Lost Continent.

At that time, darkness will swallow everything!
The prophecy did not clearly indicate what the so-called darkness represented, but now, the sudden appearance of the Wraith in the Misty Forest and some news from the north reminded Frost of the Devil's Tide for the first time.

Sauron's eyes flickered slightly.

He didn't believe in the legend about the magic tide at first, but since he got the wizard's inheritance, Sauron has more thoughts about the magic tide.

That's not just a legend.

The Tide is real, just like a wizard!
"If it's just the forest of mist, it doesn't seem to be enough to explain it?"

After a while, Sauron spoke.

"It's not just the forest of mist."

Frost shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "I just heard news from the northern border that someone near the Great Wall found traces of ghouls."

"Also, I heard that in the Swamp Principality, a nerubian crawled out of the tomb and devoured all the people in a village."

"Besides, there seem to be werewolves infesting the plains to the east."

"Although none of these news has been confirmed, the rumors about the demon tide are becoming more and more intense now!"

Saying that, Frost looked solemn.

If the legend about the magic tide is true, it means that the Lost Continent will usher in a terrible disaster in the near future.

"okay, I get it."

Sauron thought for a moment, then nodded.

The matter of the Demon Tide cannot be confirmed yet, but the Forest of Mist is just around the corner. As Sauron, the current lord of Night Crow City, if the threat from the Forest of Mist is not resolved, the people in the territory will always be in panic.

"Then, excuse me."

After reporting everything to Sauron, Frost bowed slightly, and then backed out.

In the room, only Sauron was left.

He sat on a chair, his eyes sparkling, thinking about the magic tide.

Night Crow City is Sauron's territory, and so is the Mist Forest.

He will not give up his territory easily unless it is absolutely necessary.

Especially the Mist Forest has been an important resource point for the Swain family for many years.

Now, if Sauron wants to practice Snow Eagle Breathing Method and Red Snake Breathing Method, potion is an indispensable thing. If the Mist Forest is the same as before, he can use the materials in the Mist Forest to configure suitable for the two. A potion for breathing practice.

(End of this chapter)