I've given up everything, I can't even remember her name. But even so, the singing voice echoed in my ears was still very familiar.
It feels very pleasant, very nostalgic, and so warm that people don't want to let go...
"Finally woke up." Words like silver bells came from above his head, Roland opened his eyes slightly in surprise, and then couldn't look away - the girl who turned around and saw at that time was sitting on the head of the bed, quietly look at yourself.
Bright sunlight poured in through the window, drawing a pleasing silhouette for the girl. Her face is quiet and beautiful, her bright eyes are soaked in the thin green of young leaves, her willow-leaf eyebrows are thin and long, her short black hair is neatly combed, against the background of the night sky, the silver hairpin on the right is particularly conspicuous.
... so cute~! Roland naturally thought so.
"It really feels completely different when you're here." The girl said something unbelievable, "Fereldo said the same thing, you see."
"A different feeling? Fereldo?" The loser who just woke up repeated subconsciously, a little confused.
"En." The other party nodded.
Only then did Roland realize that there was a beautiful bird parked on the girl's shoulder—it was not a real creature, but an illusion purely condensed by flames, like bright colored glass, emitting unpredictable soft light in the room , like a red moon blooming on the edge of the night.
"That's..." The young man opened his eyes wide for a moment, "Is it magic?"
"What are you talking about? Don't use laymen's terms to call it~!" The black-haired girl's eyes became a little cold, "This is the 'prayer technique', which depicts the power of the world form with your own will."
"However, you are really interesting." Shifan said, suddenly leaning in front of Roland to examine him carefully. The distance is so close that the young man can even smell the faint fragrance on her body, "Not only this common sense Sexual things make mistakes, and even dared to turn their backs on Richer during the battle, is it considered brave or stupid enough not to fear death?"
"Ah?" Recalling the situation at that time, Roland could only return a wry smile—it might not be possible to give such a misleading and frivolous answer as "just to see you", right
"Okay, since you're awake, don't lie there all the time, get up quickly." The girl didn't seem interested in chatting, she carefully closed the book on her lap, put it in her arms carefully, then stood up and stretched out her hand to Roland, "Come with me, if you don't leave, Richer will definitely find it strange."
The flame bird named Fereldo chirped in response, then flapped its wings and merged into the transparent air, as if it had never existed before.
"In short, let's proceed as discussed just now. With the death knight as a buffer in Moonlight Continent, there will be much more room for maneuver, and contingency measures can be increased accordingly." Richesier concluded, standing up slowly.
"But... why didn't you give Shifan to us? You know very well that Ishutoli's enemies are very dangerous." Richard pondered for a while, and finally couldn't help asking, "If we take the Goddess If we leave at the end, this place may be spared.”
"If this was just a matter of the undead, of course I would order you to leave. But now, because their target is Shifan, they must not sit idly by. Although the body is cold, you should at least understand the meaning of 'relatives', right? The prayer man replied in a calm tone, and then glanced at the questioner's colleagues, "Besides, Alsace, the strongest death knight, has suffered a crushing defeat under my command, and Ishutori's envoy has nothing to look forward to."
The lich was speechless.
"The legendary prayer man, isn't it great that the emperor's lover is willing to be a helper? There is nothing to confuse, just treat it as a surprise." The owner of Yueguangzhou opened the wooden door of the reception room, signaling the end of the conversation, "I A grand welcome ceremony has been prepared for those self-righteous fools, it would be a pity not to use it."
"What's the pity?" A clear voice like a silver bell floated in from the door.
The next moment, the sights of the five people in the room were all attracted to them as if they had encountered a magnet. They first met Shifan with a questioning look, then saw Roland who was slightly embarrassed behind her, and finally stopped at the two holding hands. hands.
Ah, it looks like things are going to get interesting next. Richard guessed maliciously, momentarily putting aside his worries about the enemy's imminent attack.
Was it Roland who took the initiative to hold hands? It doesn't seem to be... It should be just holding hands in the ordinary sense. What's more, Richer has already said that in the end, he doesn't understand love. Falohidea tried to suppress the uneasiness in her heart.
It's not the first time I've met a girl, why don't you show that expression when you're with me? Oluha sighed silently in her heart, and closed her eyes anxiously.
Not paying any attention to the thoughts of the two women behind her, Lycecil just shrugged her shoulders unmoved: "Your name is Roland, right? You came a little later than I expected, so I can't help but hit you. Next time, don't Turn your back on the enemy, except when fleeing."
"This..." It was difficult for Roland to refute this evaluation for a while. He suddenly found to his dismay that he had completely lost the initiative since he woke up.
"The enemy is approaching quickly, there is no time to chat." The elf turned to his adopted daughter, "Shifan, wait a moment, I will read the area information."
Li Se said as she walked past the two of them, but the black-haired girl stopped her: "Wait, let me read." Shifan's words were full of enthusiasm.
"However, isn't your condition not very good recently?" the tower master asked a little strangely.
"It's okay. It seems..." the girl said and glanced at Roland beside her, "It seems that today's condition is very good~!"
This time, even Richesier couldn't hide her surprise.
"Hey, hurry up and follow me." Shifan dragged Roland involuntarily and ran towards the passage leading to a higher floor, leaving the five people with their own thoughts behind, and quickly disappeared at the corner of the stairs.
The view from the top of Yueguangzhou Tower is wider than imagined. Standing on the platform on the top of the tower, there is a feeling of being shoulder to shoulder with the mountains. The lingering clouds and mist are right beside you, the flying birds are close at hand, and the death knights under the stone lion's feet have turned into one small black spot after another. At this moment, these black dots are rapidly gathering, condensing into huge triangular blades one after another, waiting to tear the enemy into pieces.
"Although it's not the highest bird's-eye view point of the entire overlapping area, it's good here." Shifan looked around and made a decision. She clasped her hands together in front of her chest, then slowly pulled them apart, and then, the transparent sand table overlooking the continuous mountains from the sky clearly emerged from the air between her hands.
Roland is very familiar with this kind of prayer - Oluha used a similar method when tracking down the death knight. But the sand table in the hands of the black-haired girl is much better than the elves in terms of range and clarity, and can even zoom in or out at will.
"It's amazing." The young man sighed sincerely. Is this the power of a goddess
"Excellent?" The girl gave him a strange look, "It's still far away, this kind of translucent effect is actually not good at all. But today's state is different, so it should be possible to make a more ideal model. Come on Try it~!"
Accompanied by pleasant words, the sand table gradually twisted into a bottomless vortex. When the turbulent sea water solidified again, the image in Shifan's hands was no longer a translucent glass-like imitation, but had a sense of reality. The lifelike and lifelike image that was almost palpable made the bystanders next to the girl lose their ability to speak for a moment, because even the smallest part of the death knight's armor, the most complicated texture on the rock, and the prayer technique were exactly the same reappeared.
"By the way, this is what I expected." The iceberg beauty finally showed a faint smile, "Okay, now start reading the information." She said, and began to change the tracking angle of the sand table, scanning the entire Mountain, and then locked the first target.
It was a red cloud, the edge was the lightest, and the color became darker as it went to the center, and finally turned into the color of blood. It is also incredibly large, almost covering several peaks. And the worst thing is, this piece of red cloud is moving towards Moonlight Continent at an extremely fast speed, like a flowing river of flames, leaving a path of ashes behind, while constantly devouring everything in front of it.
"It's the enemy." Roland said seriously with a downcast face. Although it is impossible to sense the information transmitted from the sand table, this level of hostility is enough to understand just by looking at it, "But... what is it?"
"I don't know, I can't judge the identity." The girl shook her head, "But based on the level of strength, I'm afraid it's the strongest enemy..."
"Is it stronger than Richesill?" The young man raised his head and asked.
The girl shook her head again with difficulty, and answered after a while: "I don't know..."
This answer froze the atmosphere for an instant. The two stopped talking, just stared at the sand table in silence. Under the skillful manipulation of the fifteen-year-old prayer man, the scene changed rapidly, and soon another target was locked—that was an army that was rapidly marching towards Moonlight Continent, including elves, orcs, humans, dwarves, etc. The various races in the group seem to be excellent fighters who survived the cruel field of Shura.
And about a kilometer away from the front of the team, Roland saw his old opponent from a few days ago—Nightingale Zephyris—as usual, the girl who used the soft sword still played the role of scout.
That guy is indeed here, and someone stronger than her is also here. The young man gritted his teeth and subconsciously stroked the shoulder that had been split.
However, although all other details are extremely clear, the central area of this army is a blurred mist, as if someone pranked a mouthful of water vapor on the transparent glass as a prank, and perhaps the most important part of the scene was thus blocked. Cleverly concealing it, no matter what method Shifan uses, she can't dispel it.
"Unfathomable... It's really hard to deal with. The enemy this time is really amazing." The girl subconsciously pursed her lips, and then closed her hands. The colors faded from the vivid image, and the sand table became a transparent glass phantom again, disappearing into the air in the blink of an eye.
"But at least the death knight found here before them, coupled with the power of prayer," Roland tried to ease the atmosphere, "our side should not be in a passive situation."
"Ishutoli's knights?" Shifan looked down at the sword forest at the foot of Yueguangzhou, "It doesn't matter if they haven't been protected before, not to mention how can you trust them at will when you just got in touch?"
"But they came here for you~! Those undead have been looking for the end for seven years, just for this moment, you should know that too? The death knights are fighting for you at the cost of their lives, isn't this reason worthwhile Do you trust me?" Roland couldn't help but refute the iceberg beauty's indifference.
"Then, even if you believe it, what will change? In fact, nothing has changed." The girl withdrew her gaze and stared at the young man beside her seriously, "Will the situation improve? Will this place become safer? Do I Is it okay to not have to fight?"
"Blind trust will only bring tragedy, and sometimes... trust itself is a very hard thing." Shifan said quietly, his clear voice sank in an instant, and there was something in those emerald eyes that Roland couldn't see through. the deep waves.
Maybe something happened in the past? Like the Dark Eagle that I don't know about. Thinking like this, the young man couldn't take his eyes off the girl Qianli's silhouette for a long time.
"Then, I will report to Richer first." The other party said briefly, then turned and walked towards the stairs, "There is no forbidden area in Yueguangzhou, you can walk around here as you like, it doesn't matter."
"I didn't come here to visit." Roland took a few steps and caught up with the girl. "Besides, no one would take a leisurely walk at this time, right?"
"But your sword skills will only cause more trouble for everyone, and you will definitely die in a melee in the end." The black-haired girl said bluntly.
"The death knight wants to protect you, not me, so it shouldn't cause any trouble." Hearing the girl's harsh comments word by word, Roland suddenly felt very relaxed in his heart, "As for death... although I really I'm afraid of death, but if I don't fight, it will be worse than death."
"Is that so? I understand." The prayer man thought for a moment, then stopped and turned around, "Speaking of which, we haven't introduced each other yet, have we? I'm Shifan, how about you?"
"Roland, Roland Strife." The young man responded with the same serious eyes and cautious tone.
"Okay." Shifan nodded, "Then, Roland, come with me. Fight with me."
The sleeping earth was once again awakened by the sound of heavy footsteps. The huge stone lion stood up slowly and began to move under the protection of seven columns of a total of 1,400 death knights. From a distance, it looks like a towering boat on the black waves, and like a mountain standing above the dark sea of clouds.
"We seem to have been discovered?" Looking at the flock of birds flying in the sky, the elf mage stopped in alertness.
"Sooner or later it will be discovered." The blood race didn't care, "Since it can create such an incredible mobile city and give it power, the other party obviously has unfathomable prayer skills."
"But..." Motidal turned his head a little uneasy, and looked at the rapidly advancing troops behind him.
This is a group composed of the most elite members of different forces—proud elves who are good at magic and archery, human knights with outstanding achievements, orc and dwarf warriors who have experienced many battles, and... Race, Jack Weir's kind. In the mainland hegemony full of intrigues, there are still considerable conflicts and contradictions between these forces, but at this moment, they are united into a sword for the sake of freedom, vowing to cut off the evil spirits that have been imposed on them by the gods for thousands of years. heavy shackles.
The elf mage did not doubt the sharpness and sturdiness of this sharp sword. Compared with the power of the goddess, the grievances between mortals are insignificant. However, the problem is that there are only less than 2,000 soldiers who know the whole truth. Although all the troops directly under him are the elite among the elites, if the opponent is thousands of high-level death knights who are tireless and have extraordinary sword skills …
Winning and losing will become unpredictable, no, in fact it will be worse than expected.
Damn it... But at this time, the overlapping domains weakened the power of magic by half~! Motidal clenched his fists subconsciously, a trace of unwilling anger flashed in his eyes.
"Are you worried that the coalition forces will not be able to defeat the death knight?" The leader saw what the other party was thinking.
"Our goal is not to rule the world, so there is no need to build troops. I have always agreed with this principle." The elf sighed, "But in this situation... Although everyone is the best fighter, the death knight Why not? It’s almost like a reflection in a mirror. The favor of the goddess and the characteristics of the undead make this evenly matched battle unbalanced.”
"You mean you will be defeated, right? Indefatigable, ignoring gravity, and recovering quickly, from the perspective of the army, it is indeed impossible to surpass the death knight. It's just..." Regarding the blunt analysis of his companion, Daywalker Answered with a smile, "That is a discussion based on the elimination of the death knight. Don't forget, our goal is the power Ishutori desires, not the power she has already obtained. Once the 'End' is eliminated, The existence of the death knight itself would lose its meaning."
"Don't you need to fight frontally?" the mage asked.
"Perhaps even if we fight head-on, we can still win~!" A reply came, but it was not the leader who took over the conversation, but the former leader of the Thieves Guild—Jack in black sprinted from the rock like an antelope. However, he finally jumped in front of the two of them.
"Boss, as you expected, Walter Walter is here~!" Jack Weir could not conceal his excitement, "Although he did not go to the Moon Capital that was destroyed by him, Walter has indeed been Entering this overlapping field, now that person is 40 kilometers west of the coalition forces, whether to go... "
"Just him? No hellhounds to clear the way? No high-level demons to serve? No fire elemental guards?" The expression of the blood race did not change at all, and the tone was also calm as usual.
The thief leader shook his head strangely.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Daywalker's mouth: "That guy, it seems that he is planning to watch a good show." The vampire swept over the two subordinates with blood-red pupils: "Remember, Yan Longmei Lukidick's favorite thing to do is to use others as cannon fodder, so if he intends to join the battle, the Crimson King will definitely summon demons or fire elementals as vanguards. But since he has done nothing now, it can only mean that one thing… "
"He intends to use our troops as cannon fodder, while watching the battle by himself~!" Mortidal suddenly realized. This ruthless conclusion made Jack Weir's face freeze for an instant.
"Exactly, it is almost impossible to drive the Flame Master, so there is no need to count him." The blood race nodded, and patted the stiff shoulder of the leader of the Thieves Guild, "Of course, if Walt intends to join the war We have absolutely no reason to stop."
"What should we do if that moody guy plans to deal with 'The End'?" The elf mage tried to simulate various situations that might happen in his mind.
"If you wish, we only pay attention to the result, not the process." The experienced leader smiled slightly, but then his eyes flashed an imperceptible cruelty, "But you can't count on him. When fighting, you must follow this way of thinking: first The main force dragged down the death knight, and Zephy and I broke through from the dark, directly entered the mobile tower to search for 'The End' and completely destroyed it."
"Are you going to finish everything by yourself?" Jack Weir looked at his trusted leader seriously.
"Sure." The other party nodded, "My sword is forged for this moment." The blood race said, subconsciously stroking the ancient and dry scabbard under the black cloak, as if feeling the rhythm from the weapon itself.
When the mortals, who were eager to change their destiny, arranged tactics based on intuitive elements, the Lord of Moonlight Continent, who obtained information from the prayer sand table, took a completely opposite approach.
According to the judgment of the commander-in-chief of the undead army, the death knights will form three fronts that can echo each other around the stone lion, and cooperate with the undead dragon to build a three-dimensional dynamic defense system. On the other hand, Richsil and Shifan will use the prayer technique of large-scale attack as the main attack method in the high tower, and try their best to weaken the vitality of the enemy.
But it seems that the emperor's lover doesn't seem to cooperate with Richard at all, and her adopted daughter is the same—when the lich was about to issue orders to the captains of the Ice Crown Knights, the girl with the silver hairpin had already walked up to him. Beside him, among the array of the deceased.
"Excuse me..." Richard looked at the black-haired girl in confusion.
"Quiet." Shifan stopped the lich concisely, then closed his eyes and stretched his slender arms towards the sky. Elegant but abnormal movements made the death knights all focus on Goddess's End, and the Ice Crown Knights, known for their strict discipline, were also a little scattered.
"The clear sound of metal friction, the drumbeat of galloping horses, and the eager cries of soldiers, these are the sounds of war." The girl sighed in ecstasy, and subconsciously pressed her hands on her chest, "Ishutori's 'The End' Is it really that important?"
"The answer to this question needs years of testing, and I can't be sure." Richard was a little surprised by Shifan's question, but after thinking about it, Undead still gave his opinion cautiously, "But this world will definitely It was changed by the power of Ishutoli, that's why we persistent people gather here, and we will sacrifice everything to ensure your safety."
"Change this world?" Shifan frowned delicately, "This kind of statement is too vague."
"That's why there are infinite possibilities, isn't it?" The wise undead replied with a smile, "In short, from the standpoint of the Goddess Messenger, our goal is to safely send you to the continent of Lorendan on the other side of the ocean. Among the rolling mountains of Hervey, at the foot of the World Tree. The overlapping domain of the Three Realms will be opened for you at that time."
"And then? To see Ishutoli?" The girl looked at him quietly, "Is this the mission and value of my existence?"
"Only you can prove the value of your own existence." The Lich shook his head, let his eyes look over the other's shoulder, and then stayed on the dark eagle who had lost his memory, "That Roland Strife once told me that , but he himself was still lost in the vortex of fate, and finally chose to escape."
"Then, tell me." Shi Fan then turned around and stared at the silent young man, as if he wanted to find some kind of answer from the water-colored pupils of the other party, "Have you found the value of your own existence now?"
"Why are you suddenly discussing such a profound issue?" Roland smiled wryly and shook his head, "I'm afraid I'm not qualified to express my opinion on things like existence value. But..." There was a hint of hesitation in the young man's eyes, Zhang The parted lips seemed to want to say something, but in the end the words were swallowed again.
"But what?" Oluha asked cautiously, while the Griffin Knight sneaked a glance at the young man.
"At least this time, I should be able to swing the sword without hesitation." Roland reluctantly gave an answer, but his water-colored eyes couldn't help looking at the girl with clear and cold eyes in front of him.
There is no need to protect anything, no need to care about anything, just focus all your thoughts on the next slash, because my existence itself is the greatest help to her. Just make sure you can survive~! It's not bad, if you don't need to worry about the reasons and goals of the battle, maybe the big sword in your hand will become lighter, right
"This kind of answer is equally vague and meaningless." Shi Fan frowned again, but the next moment, the girl suddenly raised her head as if she had been stung by something.
"The enemy is coming." Cold waves surged in the girl's new green pupils.
"The Ice Crown Knights are here to deal with it. Please go back to Moonlight Continent. It will be relatively safe there." Richard's tone was commanding.
"It's useless, because they are not opponents that can be dealt with with swords alone. Richer will deal with the one that invaded Moonlight Island, and I will deal with the other one in the open area." The air around Shifan suddenly became tainted. A layer of red mist lingered around the girl continuously. Then, hot white light suddenly burst out of the boiling vortex, a big bird with wings of flame tore through the barrier of scorching air, and shot into the air like an arrow, leaving only a dazzling tail flame behind.
"Is that 'Fereldo'?" Roland looked up and searched for the flame bird.
But when the young man marveled at the power of the prayer technique, he didn't find that another pair of eyes was staring at him intently. In those spring-like pupils was hidden the fire of desperate grief and love that would never be revealed in front of a young man.
"Well, he is trustworthy." Shifan nodded, then stretched out his little hand to hold Roland, "Come with me now~!"
Watching the young man with the big sword and the black-haired girl gradually disappear between the dark array of death knights, Oluha had a dizzy illusion in front of her eyes—as if a huge eagle flapped its black wings, suddenly Passing by in front of his eyes, he flew to the sky that he would never be able to touch.
No matter how hard you try, can you still not catch him
But immediately after, the deafening sound of horseshoes dispelled the shattered dream of the elf girl—the triangular front arrow array composed of human knights had rushed out from the cover of the winding mountains. The knights of Ishutori and the knights longing for the goddess of destruction finally stood face to face on the same land, and were about to use their own blood to paint a strong color for their dreams.