Ember Skywalker

Chapter 17: White Tower Enrollment! Battle for the Iron Throne!
John was a little confused, but nodded.

Raven was surprised: "You remember everything?"

John was confused again.

"It's okay, it's okay, just take it one step at a time."

Raven was already satisfied.

In his world, amnesia needs to be restored bit by bit, and as long as there is a beginning, the rest will be easy.

"Brother Raven, you have to keep me for dinner tonight." Angel said with a smile.

"why?"

"Brother John's memory recovered after I came here. Don't you think that's right?"

"Haha, I think so."

Raven laughed.

"But I can't cook, you do it."

"Brother Raven, you've turned bad!"

By the window, an old man sat quietly, looking at the sunset outside, with a hint of sadness on his face.

It was Anqi's grandmother.

But her eyes were no longer cloudy, but beautiful as a dream.

"Sister, today is the day you left, and it has been 13 years.

Angie is all grown up now, if only you could see her."

The sadness in her eyes intensified.

“You wanted Angie to be able to live like an ordinary person, so I didn’t teach her any abilities.

But I don’t know if this is right.

Today I saw a child whose talent really amazed me.

I wonder if An Qi also practices cultivation, she would be the same as him."

Her voice was gentle and pleasant, not at all old.

She tilted her ears, as if she heard some sound, her eyes became cloudy again, and her back became hunched.

After a while, An Qi pushed the door open.

"Grandma, I'm back."

"Damn girl, why did you come back so late?"

"I had a meal at Brother Raven's place, burp!"

"You've only known each other for one day and you're already familiar with her? Who cooked the meal?"

"Of course it's him!"

A week later, Raven got up early.

Today was the day of the White Tower test, and he needed to arrive early.

Dong-dong-dong, there was a knock on the door.

Riven knew that Angel was coming, and they made an appointment to go for the test together today.

After crossing half of the city, they arrived at the White Tower.

There's already a long queue here.

Raven took one look and frowned.

The crowd was divided into two columns. One column was filled with horse-drawn carriages. The people on them were all dressed in gorgeous clothes and looked like aristocrats.

They took up their place in the shade of the trees, where they talked at length, and were attended by the coachman and servants.

Some of the carriages were even guarded by armored cavalrymen carrying swords.

The other team was much more shabby, with no carriages and wearing coarse linen clothes, looking like common people.

Their faces were filled with tension and anticipation.

The two teams were clearly separated and did not communicate with each other.

"It seems that this world also clearly divides commoners and nobles. Which side should I go to?"

Raven said this, but dragged Angie to the back of the noble line.

"Um...did we line up in the wrong line? This is the aristocratic area." An Qi said awkwardly.

There is a huge disparity in status between nobles and commoners, and the consequences of making a mistake can be serious.

Once upon a time, there was a poor boy in Balarenka who fell in love with the count's daughter, but due to the huge class gap, the count strongly opposed it.

As a last resort, the two eloped.

Later the boy's body was found at the bottom of the river.

There were more than a dozen stones tied to his body, his face was scratched, and his limbs were broken. It was a horrible sight.

They all said it was the Count who did it.

This is not uncommon.

"There's not much to say, just put it here." Raven said calmly.

"OK then."

The two of them waited. West of the Gauguin Mountains, in Zhimin's capital, the Dusk City.

In the palace, the patriarchs of almost all intelligent and militant races were present.

They sat around a huge round oak table, and no one spoke.

The atmosphere seems very strange.

boom!
A muscular man from the Huangyou tribe slammed the table:
"You, the Baiyao tribe, must be held responsible for the disastrous defeat at the city of Garman!

If it weren't for your wrong command, how could our warriors be defeated by Xilin?"

"How dare you! Lineker, you are disrespectful to the royal family!"

A strong man stood up. It was Paladin, the leader of the Violent Rock Tribe.

He turned to look at the man sitting in the main seat and shouted:
"Your Majesty, please severely punish the Huangyou clan!"

"Hahaha!"

Lineker laughed.

"Huh! Royal family? According to tradition, only the strongest tribe is qualified to be called the royal family.

Look at the Bai Yao clan now, where are the decent people?
Let's look at our Huangyou tribe. My second brother and I each have three sons, and all of them have awakened the wilderness totem. Who do you think should be the royal family?"

"presumptuous!"

A tall young man from the Baiyao tribe stood up.

A powerful aura emanated from him, causing Lineker to pause.

"I can tolerate you normally, but this is a year of natural disasters and we are at war with the human race. Do you want to stir up civil strife among the Saints?"

The young man's voice was authoritative.

He is Passatero, the most powerful genius of the Baiyao clan.

"What nonsense! That's why the Baiyao tribe should give up their position!"

Lineker was furious and looked around.

"Tell me, am I right?"

Some clan leaders exchanged glances with each other, with unclear meanings in their eyes.

"Lineker, that's enough!" the young man growled, "You are betraying the Holy Emperor!"

"Haha, betrayal?"

The leader of the Huangyou tribe suddenly laughed wildly, turned to look at the Emperor of Wisdom, and said arrogantly:

"Fiorello, admit it, you, the Obsidian Clan, are leading us to destruction."

In the Redemption War four hundred years ago, it was your stupidity that led to the Saints’ defeat and being driven here.

One hundred years ago, it was your incompetence that caused the Orcs to split away, and a new Orc Kingdom was created on our border."

Now it is a moment of life and death, and you have become even more decadent.

Our clan can no longer tolerate failure. You must abdicate."

His words seemed to hurt the hearts of the clan leaders, and many of them nodded.

"I agree!" the chief of the Shadow Hunters said loudly.

"I agree too." The Shield Mountain Giant said in a long, muffled voice.

"The Tengniu tribe agrees."

At this point, the three main warring races have made their positions clear, and the others immediately began to whisper to each other, and the situation began to turn to Lineker's favor.

Finally, the silent Emperor Zhi finally spoke:
"The year of natural disasters has arrived. The wars in the future will last forever. You must unite to survive the disaster."

Our tribe did not do anything wrong in this battle, we just encountered Shilin.

To be fair, who would dare to say that they would win if they met her? "

The clan leaders fell silent, obviously still haunted by the woman.

"Hmph! Defeat is defeat, why are you looking for excuses!" Lineker said angrily.

The Emperor of Wisdom shook his head and said:
“When the first Holy Emperor held the Heaven-Strike Holy Sword, swept across all the spiritual tribes, and established the Black Iron Nation, our ancestors swore an oath.

Do you remember it?"

Everyone was shocked.

"At that time, you swore that as long as the Sky Strike Greatsword was in the hands of the Baiyao Clan, you would always be loyal to our clan.

That is an oath to the Holy Emperor, do you want to break it?"

The clan leaders fell silent.

The status of the first Holy Emperor in their hearts is second only to God, and even after so many long years, his power has not diminished in the slightest.

"Humph! Sky-strike Greatsword? That's exactly what I was talking about.

It has been seven hundred years since the death of the first Holy Emperor. Has anyone from your Baiyao Clan been recognized by the Holy Sword again?"

Lineker pointed at the Emperor of Wisdom and spoke word by word.

“There wasn’t any four hundred years ago, so the Iron Age came to an end!
There wasn't one hundred years ago, so the wise orcs rebelled!

Today, although Passatero is praised as a genius, he still cannot make the Holy Sword recognize its master, which shows that the Baiyao Clan has long been abandoned! "

"Enough!" Zhihuang slammed the table and roared.

(End of this chapter)