great-warnovel Chapter 479 Fairy Village
Chapter 479 Fairy Village
Chapter 479 Fairy Qixiang
Little Star didn't linger in the Fairy Cave for long; he didn't even dare to get out of the car.
Therefore, Hermione and Grindelwald were unable to continue and see more specific details.
You can only stand at the back of the cargo container and gaze at the whole world outside.
The area here is extremely vast, stretching as far as the eye can see. The complete, undulating land stretches out in the distance, and the sky, like that of Wenyu's Gulingland, is a bright starry sky with a fantastical quality.
They were on a high ground, offering a panoramic view of the entire fairy territory.
Seven mountains and ridges, each with a different shape, color, and style, form a circle. In the middle of the flat land, a magnificent mechanical city with a distinctive fairy style stands prominently.
Flocks of flying vehicles made of fairy magic flew through the sky, patrolling back and forth in an orderly fashion.
On the ground were swarms of walking mechs, bizarrely shaped mobile fortresses, and a huge number of goblins and Muggle soldiers, but they were too far away to look like ants.
Seven dark green vortexes gathered in the sky, seemingly facing the seven mountain peaks below.
Some unknown substance is condensing from the swirling cloud and then dripping down.
In that goblin city, the main colors were noise and ominous dark red. Even from memory, Hermione could feel an unsettling sensation, as if she were staring directly at a jinx.
"Seven Fairy Villages—" Grindelwald murmured.
Hermione gave her a questioning look.
The old man explained, "You should know that the Extinction Faction's Fairy Cave is made up of many fairy territories, large and small."
"And the largest and most important of them are the seven legendary homelands of the fairies."
His gaze swept over the seven mountain peaks, whose climates, vegetation, colors, and even styles were completely different, showing obvious signs of being pieced together.
"Svartalfheim, Tirnanor, Pertenfels, Avalon, Beloborg, Heather's Ring, Coretti Valley."
He recited seven place names, some from myths and legends, some from folk tales, and some Hermione had never even heard of.
It's a collection of stories about ancient Muggles who accidentally wandered into the land of fairies and were sent out, which were then distorted and spread through various channels.
Perhaps they are not called by that name themselves, but they are usually referred to by these names in human records.
Among the mountains and valleys, you can see scattered low-rise buildings, which are ancient fairy villages with a long history, but most of them have now moved to the mechanical city on the central plain.
"Lanlock II has almost unified all the fairies; he can hardly be called the Fairy King anymore, but rather the Fairy Emperor."
Even the Dark Lord frowned.
This world, separate from the mortal realm, is a land built by fairies who stole things from the mortal world. It has expanded to an astonishing extent; Grindelwald estimated that it was at least half the size of the British Isles.
Even if all the UMNO members were sent here, they probably wouldn't make much of a splash.
The memory ends here. The Muggle soldiers carried away all the iron boxes, closed the empty cargo containers, and then the truck convoy returned along the same route, driving out of the goblin cave.
The two lifted their heads from the Pensieve and remained silent for a moment.
The Extinctionists' territory is beyond imagination, and their internal strength is also worrying.
"There aren't many fairies. Even if Lanlock II unites 90% of the fairies, there will probably only be a few thousand people," Hermione said first, trying to comfort her.
"As long as we break the morale of the Soviet soldiers and destroy the key points of the Cup of Fulfillment, the fairies won't be able to make any waves."
Grindelwald pondered for a moment before agreeing: "Not only that, we'll trap them like turtles in a jar!"
"We can't let these disgusting creatures hide in the shadows any longer! Their entire fairy cave must be burned down!"
The turbulent air currents seemed to awaken the dormant Fiendfire, and Hermione seemed to see an entire world twisting and burning in the black flames.
She remained silent and did not object; the fairies were about to learn a lesson.
The Dark Lord turned to Pettigrew, who had been standing quietly by his side: "Continue to monitor that entrance, but don't alert them. However, if anything unusual happens, report back immediately!"
The plump, middle-aged man nodded and left, leaving only two high priests, each burdened with their own thoughts, in the palace.
"So, what are you going to do next?" Hermione asked.
"The entrance to the Eye of Hell is now clear. I think we should go in and see for ourselves as soon as possible, at least to confirm the progress of the Wish Cup."
The old man sat back down in his seat, tapping the armrest in deep thought.
"We should definitely see for ourselves—but let's not rush into it—"
He closed his eyes slightly as he pondered: "The cracking of the door knocker has become somewhat slow. We need to bring in some tracking equipment so we can control two routes for free entry and exit—"
Hermione nodded: "You're right. There should be a lot of troops guarding the mine. It's fine if we sneak in, but if a large army is pressing in, we probably won't be able to get in without paying a price, and—"
"And it can prevent us from being trapped and beaten," Grindelwald laughed.
They wanted to trap the fairies and beat them, but by the same token, the fairies could deal with the invading wizards in the same way.
If that cave entrance is sealed, the wizards will be trapped and die in the mountains of Fairy Village if they can't find any other exit in a short time.
As if his thoughts were gradually becoming clearer, the Dark Lord's mood also gradually improved.
"No rush, let's wait until the first stage of the Goblet of Fire is over."
He set a time.
"We need to mobilize the military, but we also need to give other schools time to mobilize their forces."
Hermione fiddled with the silvery liquid on the Pensieve: "You're planning to go public?"
"Won't it be difficult to manage both the Goblet of Fire and the Cup of Fulfillment simultaneously?"
Grindelwald shook his head: "Just let the headmasters know that even if they don't have closed brains, they know other skills."
As for the Goblet of Fire—
He said in a matter-of-fact manner: "We hold the Fire Cup to solve the problem of the Wish Cup. Otherwise, who would hold such a flashy but impractical competition?"
Hermione then realized that the old man scoffed at the so-called Seven Schools War and didn't care about the so-called school honors at all.
"True glory is earned on the battlefield, not by several schools each selecting a student to compete against each other." He shook his head.
Hermione declined to comment, but nodded: "Well, these headmasters need to be mentally prepared too."
"Once it's completely public, the fairies will get hold of the information and will definitely go all out to activate the Wish Cup ahead of schedule."
Even if such a wish-granting machine is low on energy, it can still fulfill some of the wishes—such as killing 80% of humanity.
"I'm planning to hold it at Christmas, a grand ball for the Warriors!" Grindelwald said, as if recalling something amusing.
"On the surface, everything is peaceful and harmonious, but secretly, the principals gather behind a curtain, isolated from everything, and learn of the doomed destruction of humanity!"
He seemed to suddenly remember something, looking at the witch: "By the way, you should know that at balls like these, the warriors have to choose their dance partners, right?"
Hermione hadn't quite grasped the situation yet: "What's wrong?"
But she soon realized that Krum would definitely invite her!
Immediately, the Finger Witch's face darkened.
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