Chapter 509: The Devil Race

Chapter 509 – The Devil Race
“Lord MacDonald, as a human, you must have also heard of that legend that has been widely spread throughout the human nations.”

Aldrich’s voice became low, and the expression on his face was unprecedentedly grave, something that MacDonald had never seen in the decades of light time that he had befriended him.

MacDonald looked to Yarvi, Aldrich’s schoolmate also shared his senior’s generally stony expression.

“There are many myths that are widely circulated throughout the nations of mankind.”

MacDonald said, waiting for further clarity from them.

This time it was Yarvi’s turn to speak, “The war between humans and demons!”

“The ancient myth of the war between the demons?”

MacDonald asked in surprise.

“Yes, that’s the myth.”

Yarvi said with a nod of confirmation.

“Does this myth have any special significance to your Maester’s Tower?”

“Not only does it have great significance to our Maester’s Tower, but also to the Gabella Empire, and to humanity as a whole. Without any hesitation, this myth …… is related to the survival of our race, that is, the human race.”

“What …… this …… you guys mean?”

Aldrich aggravated his tone and said, “The Demon Race – the life and death enemy of our human race, they – or their threat still exists!”

“Demons?”

MacDonald stood up, “Is this evil race so long ago as to be almost mythical real?”

Wait, MacDonald reacted, it seemed like they were supposed to be discussing myths yah.

He slowly sat down again, for a moment he even had a slight feeling of absurdity, what demonic race, what life and death of the race, isn’t this something that only appears in Braveheart adventure novels?

Regarding the myth of the human-demon war, the various versions of the human kingdoms were more or less the same:

In the ancient times, the dreadful demon race invaded this continent through the sealed door of the Far North Land.

The Devils are a very terrible race, they enslaved humans, mutilated them, and even used them as food, they are evil beings that can never be reasoned with and live in peace, and they are very strong in battle and possess many incredible powers.

In the face of such a great threat, the continent of mankind finally put aside their disputes, united to resist the invasion of the demon race, after decades of arduous struggle, finally expelled the demon race out of the continent, fled back to the other side of the sealed door – called the endless abyss of the terrifying region by mankind.

The so-called sealed door is later called, this “door” is the devil through the passage into the continent, and the devil was expelled back to the endless abyss, in the human pious prayers, the Lord of the Light revealed the saint, the heavenly father to the world to show his greatness, together with the human continent and the passage of the endless abyss was sunk into the sea, and the far north of the land was covered with thick ice and snow. covered by thick ice and snow that never melted for years, becoming an extinct area for life – even for the Demon Race, so that passageway, which could no longer be found, was called the Sealed Door.

The Human-Demon War is an enduring topic in the human world.

A brave man defeats the Demon King and saves the world – many of these stories are based on the ancient myth of the War of the Demons.

There are also many epic poems that have been passed down to this day from a war that has no recorded history.

But reason told him that the two respected maesters in front of him had not invited themselves as a senior general of the empire to discuss the subject of a novel or a poem.

Yarvi’s next words surprised him even more, “Not only are the Demons real, but magic and wizards are real as well.” Yarvi gave a slight beat and lowered his voice, “For example, His Highness Antonio’s mother.”

MacDonald’s eyelids jumped, “His Highness’s mother …… is really a witch?”

He had always assumed that this was a rumor made up by other people – such as the Diaz family – old to tarnish His Highness Antonio’s reputation.

Magic and witches did exist, and the object of his allegiance was the son of a witch.

MacDonald’s hand on his teacup stayed in mid-air, and his entire being froze.

For their part, Aldrich and Jarvie did not continue to speak, knowing that this information was very sudden to MacDonald, they waited for the old marshal to react on his own.

To their surprise, MacDonald took only a few seconds to digest the information, and he exhaled softly before taking a sip of his tea.

Yarvi asked, “How is it? Lord MacDonald, how does your heart feel when myths come into reality?”

MacDonald said in his usual tone, “There’s still a lot I don’t know ah, what I want to know the most right now is – the Demon Race, the humans, His Highness Antonio, and His Highness’s Sorceress mother, is there any connection between these? Oh, rest assured, as surprised as I am, my loyalty to your highness has not diminished in the slightest.”

Aldrich and Yarvi both gave a secret sigh of admiration in their hearts, truly worthy of being an imperial veteran who had fought on the battlefield for half his life, his heart quality was too strong. Originally, the two of them wanted to see this old marshal’s dilemma, but now it fell through.

Aldrich looked at MacDonald and said: “Lord MacDonald, our scholars in the Tower of Bachelor generally believe that myth is the collective memory of a nation, myths are unlikely to be created out of thin air, it is in the process of a long period of time in the circulation of the process, perhaps after embellishment, perhaps after exaggeration, perhaps has been with the initial version of the very different, but as long as follow the clues of it all the way to back to the source, there must exist a historical event that did take place, and it is the origin of the myth.”

Yarvi explains, “Just as a great and mighty river has many tributaries that feed into it wherever it flows through, but even the greatest river will always have a birthplace, even if that birthplace may only be a modest lake.”

MacDonald nodded gently in understanding of what the two maesters were saying.

……

Harper, full of reluctance, led his party southward.

His face was still swollen from the injury, and ointment was applied to almost his entire face.

A face in such a state shoved into an iron helmet was not a sour sight in a tropical climate like the Gulf of Horns.

After the last rout, his superior, Semen Fedotov, had replenished his troops, and then immediately ordered him to continue as a front man to open the way for the army.

“The honor you lost with your own hands, it is up to you to seek it back again with your own hands.”

Fedotov admonished Harper thus, and Harper was glad he was born into the present family, or else Fedotov would have taken off his head long ago.

This time, the vanguard troops and the main force commanded by Fedotov himself did not separate too far, once the vanguard encountered any situation, the main force behind was able to immediately rush to support.

But even so, Harper’s heart was still trembling.

For no other reason, the psychological shadow left by the last battle was too great.

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