Milo analyzed the information revealed by the Great Hoodwinker. He suddenly asked, “You said that they already had a secret legacy in place before The Cataclysm? What sort of legacy was that?”
“I think it’s a magus order, some kind of a magician organization. Their methods in war were very peculiar.” The Great Hoodwinker said, “At that time, a black mist enveloped the battlefield that I was fighting on and blocked everyone’s line of sight of the enemy’s position. Our comrades on the other battlefields also said that they encountered some strange enemies, and some of them even encountered strange creatures too.”
“Are there many of said magicians?” Milo wondered.
“That’s where we were fortunate.” The Great Hoodwinker said, “Although they employed strange fighting methods, their numbers weren’t that great. Over the years, we also attempted to send our people there to check on the situation. What surprised us was that the areas our agents were posted to were full of other similar yellow people with black hair. This was because in the past two hundred years, they had kidnapped so many of our people back to their lands. Moreover, they assimilated into our culture. Perhaps this is the reason why there hasn’t been a war between the two sides in over a decade now.”
Milo admitted the Great Hoodwinker’s deduction made some sense. He had read a lot of books about the Pre-Cataclysm times, and he had to admit the Central Plains culture was one that easily assimilated other cultures.
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