Time seemed to slow down suddenly.
The arrow feathers at the tail of the long black arrows still trembled endlessly, and they nailed all the vital points of the black dragon from the beginning to the end at the same time, until the end. Bang, bang, bang... A series of muffled noises emanated from under the dragon scales, and when the bone arrow sank into the flesh and blood of the black dragon, terrifying power exploded from the inside out under its scales.
The black dragon roared frantically and painfully, almost breaking free from the saber sword that the alchemist knight had used to hold it in place.
Dragon scales, meat chunks and bone fragments were mixed together and splashed up, like a piece of crimson and coquettish flowers suddenly blooming in the air.
The alchemist knight held the handle of the sword, pulled the saber from the ground, and held it in his hand. The evil dragon was finally able to lift its neck, but it only had time to let out a long, unwilling and resentful cry towards the sky, and then the dragon's head fell heavily on the ground in the blood mist.
The broken dragon wings were half-folded on the black dragon's scarred body.
The black dragon's head was on the ground, and the originally savage eyes were now only two dark holes, and blood was gurgling out of them.
It's dead.
Ancient beast-like black-armored knights stood beside the dead black dragon's corpse, either carrying a saber or a giant bow. On the thousands of pounds of armor, the blood of the dragon fell, and the blood flowed from the breastplate to outline a scarlet rose. The dragon flames on the ground have not yet been extinguished, the fire is burning, and the air is twisted by the heat wave.
Above the city wall, the soldiers stared blankly at the black dragon's corpse crawling on the ground. This was the moment when they should have cheered, but an inexplicable heaviness and solemnity filled the air, shaking people's hearts, and the long city head was silent.
People watched the flames burn together. In the distorted space of the heat wave, those alchemy knights who walked out of hell were silent like a monument inscribed with a thousand years of time.
The warhorse charged towards each other, Illinois' black hair undulating in the wind.
The battle has reached the moment of life and death. At the moment when the warhorses crossed, both sides swung their swords with all their strength. In the smoke, two bright lights passed by.
Clang—
The warhorse leaped out, and when it landed, it rushed forward a few meters. Eleanor's arc knife pointed obliquely to the sky, and the sun fell on the tip of her knife, so bright that people dared not look directly.
A drop of blood flew along the blade and swept into the sky.
Illinois retracted the arc knife, she brushed the blade with her hand, and then pushed the knife into the sheath.
Behind her, the dragon trainer's throat was neatly slit, the wound was bone-like, and blood spurted like a spring. He fell backwards from the warhorse, and fell on the battlefield mixed with blood and mud, and his white robe was instantly dyed red.
As soon as the black-haired queen pulled the reins, she looked forward coldly.
At the moment when the black dragon neighed, the head of the trial bureau withdrew from the battle with the chief archer of Keya. At this time, he led the remnants of the army to retreat. The Keya archers, carrying bows and arrows, drove their horses behind Illinois, waiting for her order, whether to pursue or return to the city.
Illinois looked at the direction in which the head of the trial bureau was retreating, and moved his horse towards the city gate.
The Keya shooters followed her.
In front of the city gate, on the city wall, was caught in that strange solemnity and silence. When the hooves kicked in, the soldiers woke up like a dream and cheered loudly: "God bless Legrand! God bless Legrand!"
The king's flag was rattled by the wind.
The gates opened, and Earl Grey led his son and soldiers to greet Illinois, her people, and the hideous Alchemy Knights.
A group of boys and girls ran out of the crowd with a large cluster of flowers in their hands, offering them to the hero who protected the city. A blond girl stood on tiptoe, trying to raise her wreath.
She was extremely nervous, her cheeks flushed.
Eleanor leaned down and asked her to put a wreath on her own: "Thank you."
"Can I give them flowers too?"
The little girl plucked up the courage to ask.
She looked at the chilling alchemy knights, who were wearing hideous armor, and the pale skeletons and black armor formed a terrifying contrast. People were far away from them in reverence and fear, and they stood only under the city walls, silent as statues. Illinois looked back at the alchemy knights stationed under the city wall, and she smiled slightly.
"Of course you can, go, girl."
The blond girl with the apple-like face walked towards the tall alchemy knights holding flowers.
The crowd quieted down, and everyone was watching what was happening in front of them.
The innocent and splendid little girl stood in front of the beast-like skeleton knight, stood on tiptoe, and gently inserted flowers on the plate armor of the war horse. She seemed to be distributing candy to her sister and brother, childishly and patiently dividing the bouquet, and a cavalry soldier sent it down one flower at a time.
The skeleton knight remained motionless.
The light of the sky fell on the girl and the cavalry, and the blood on the black armor still tickled to the ground, but the flowers were already inserted on the armor.
Girl, knight, sword, flowers.
In the silence, people gradually walked out from both sides of the street and greeted the alchemy knights. There were more and more people, and someone plucked the organ and sang a song of victory.
Eleanor took the reins, and she watched the scene quietly.
The flesh and gunpowder in the air lingered for a long time, but there was always the fragrance of flowers and sunshine.
She gave a low laugh, and moved her horse forward.
Why do knights fight? Why are Heroic Spirits willing to sleep in the long night
Because the world is so cold and so warm.
…
During this time, too many unexpected things have happened to Legrand. The legendary evil dragon can once again appear on the earth. It is not unacceptable that the Queen Mother of Eleanor, who was announced to have passed away more than ten years ago, reappeared. thing. Compared with these, more importantly, overnight, people remembered that ancient legend again.
Long ago, dragons lay on the ground, and dragon killers slaughtered the dragons. They built an ancient country on the place where the dragon was buried, and that country was called "Legrand".
Legend turns into great truth today.
In just a few days, the dragon slayer, the dragon slaying story spread all over the land of Legrand.
The majesty of the royal family reached an unprecedented height at this time. On the streets and alleys of Legrand, you can see people holding up banners depicting knights slaying dragons. In the tavern, people have new bragging rights—
"I have seen the black dragon with my own eyes!"
"What's that! I've seen those alchemy knights!"
"My God, they are at least as high as the city gate, and they carry lances like the giant spears of ancient giants hunting mammoths, but far better than those."
"The moment the Queen Mother Eleanor emerged from the horizon, I bet there was no more beautiful lady in the world than her."
…
Nothing can inspire the morale and unity of a nation more than this highly romantic legend of heroes. In particular, people in the central and eastern parts of Legrand have personally experienced the terror of the Black Dragon since this time. In the midst of fear and turmoil, people need a spiritual sustenance.
In the past, this sustenance was the Holy Court symbolized by the cross, but now it was replaced by the Alchemist Knights and Queen Illinois who rescued them from the mouth of the black dragon.
These messages were conveyed to the king by the house chief.
The king stood at the window and opened the letter from the Queen Mother of Illinois. In the letter, she told the king in detail what the strength of the alchemy knight after awakening was. The king and the queen dowager once discussed that the alchemists could retain a little consciousness, but judging from the current results... It's a pity.
The alchemists are cruel enough to themselves, and their remaining "consciousness" is only the wisdom of battle, and nothing else is left.
The king watched the scene in his mother's letter where people laid flowers for the alchemist knights, and he remembered the last words he had read.
Thousands of years later, the alchemists woke up and continued to guard their world.
"The Chief of the Judgment Bureau gathered the rebels and retreated to Hrid City." The Director of Internal Affairs reported the latest news to the King.
The king nodded slightly, and he put down his mother's letter: "It's time for the meeting to end."
He is calm and inviolable.
The Chief of Internal Affairs withdrew with the secret order that the king had already written. At the moment when the black dragon slumped down, the second war in Legrand had quietly kicked off. This was another war completely different from Count Plitani's rebellion. Its smoke was invisible.
This is a propaganda war.
Soon, a letter co-written by more than a dozen famous Legrand poets spread quickly—
"Open Letter to the Whole of the Legrand Empire".
"... Legrand, is a Legrand unmatched anywhere in the world. In this land, there are dense forests, meandering rivers, and vast pastures. The warriors here are free and brilliant.
I don't want to see her reduced to a second Blaise.
I don't want to see our wives, daughters and sisters in a state of anxiety all day long, with the shadow of the stake hanging over their heads.
I don't want to see our blood and sweat fall into that ridiculous iron box, and the frivolity of indulgences laugh at our hunger and cold.
I don't want to see our faith fall into battle again and again, and the name of heresy is chanted by people with fat stomachs.
I don't want to see…”
Koya's bards are in every county of Legrand, in taverns and in the streets, plucking the organ and playing bleak and mournful melodies. In that melody, they sang to everyone over and over in hoarse or clear voices.
If this war, Legrand loses. Then their brick walls will be overturned, and every inch of the land where the flower of freedom has bloomed will be covered with the Holy Spirit, the Relics and the Cross.
In the bard's organ and singing, citizens took to the streets, and an unprecedented joint willingness began.
The object of a petition is no longer the king, but the parliament.
The people of Legrand asked the parliament to agree to pass the King's "Wartime Emergency Act", asking the parliament to give all knights the responsibility and honor to fight with their guns, and asking the parliament to give their warriors a safe and secure battlefield.
Legrand of the Legrands, Legrand of the Land of the Free.
There is no second Legrand like this in the world.