Magdal watched the city of Campbell from a distance, this trading town connecting Silver Bay and the Wilderness of Four Realms looked a little lonely in the morning mist.
This is not what it used to be familiar with.
Those who depend on the daily operations of this huge city—the farmers, craftsmen, and merchants who live around the city, as well as the merchants and pawns who shuttle through the various commercial roads, often should get busy at dawn when the night is too late to make the city. Waking up from a deep sleep, before the first ray of sunlight came, it gave this ancient city a vivid color.
But today, the city is like a sleeping beast, crawling silently on the fertile fields outside the Oro Forest.
The morning breeze blew through Magdal's hair, and the thick and unusual breath in the air made the church princess who was standing here feel more uneasy. In the huge marching tent behind her, the disputes represent that the lords of the coalition forces from the Silver Bay area have not yet reached an agreement—
After the disaster of the White Mountain, the Wind Spirit announced a blockade of the border and prohibited any outsiders from passing through their territory. As a result, the road for the coalition forces to the north was cut off, so everyone had to discuss whether it was necessary to diverge through the four realms-through the area controlled by the imperial red legion.
People have various concerns.
But the most important factor is the consideration of marching security.
Since Black Moon fell to his death, there has been no news from the Four Realms Wilde. The humans and the wind elves withdrew from the confrontation. After that, the last news of the Scarlet Legion was that it was trying to get closer to the northern emperor's eldest son, but then the entire legion disappeared strangely, as if disappeared from everyone's sight overnight.
Before the White Mountain Disaster, in order to determine the location of the Scarlet Legion, Veronica commissioned the Wind Elves to send scouts to the west of the Four Realms Wilderness, but when the Elves arrived east of Anzeruta, all they saw were a large number of them. Of the highlanders migrating north.
The homeland of the Highlanders was completely reduced to a sea of flames due to the death of the Black Moon. The great migration in the Anzeruta area triggered a group reaction of the entire Highlanders community. They originally lived on both banks of the Buta River (this river was located in Brando once Passing by the east of Vargos, in Andzlova, it is the oldest sacred land of the Anzeruta Highlanders). The clan moved north to the Red Mountain area, while the local clan of Red Mountain continued to the north and entered the four realms. In the wild south, the chain reaction created a great migration of the entire highlander race.
Among these migrating clans, none of the legions claimed to have seen the Cruz people disappear on the road.
After the Baishan disaster, the elves closed their doors, and news from the north and the south was cut off. Some people speculate that the Crimson Legion may have been destroyed by the Twilight Dragon, or the most optimistic view is that these Cruz people were besieged in the southeast of the Evergreen Corridor—in fact, they lost the natural highlander clan of Anzeruta. After the barrier, the area between the Four Realms and the Evergreen Corridor has become a possible'enemy-occupied area'.
In other words, no one dared to pack a ticket and the coalition forces could pass this area safely.
Disagreements always existed, but under the repeated insistence of the fierce "head wolf" that the Antobrero family returned, the coalition forces still approached Campbell and the vicinity; here, the Duke of Brandon finally had to give up his toughness. For the first time, fierce disputes broke out among the nobles.
Campbell.
It is the most important trading city in the west of the four borders.
After crossing this important hub town, you will be able to reach the safe southern border of the Alkhash Mountains in just three or two days.
But in the same way, this route is also the most dangerous choice. Since the fall of the Black Moon, the wind elves' scouts have not visited this area when they are deepest in the west of the Four Realms.
The Pendant of the Black Moon opened a hideous wound between the lofty Inner Sea and Anzlowa, and the end of this wound was on the westernmost side of Campbell, the map has lost its due role here, and the disaster is here. Become unrecognizable.
Or more like a black hole that chooses people to eat.
With the emergence of the first ray of sunlight, the morning breeze began to warm up.
But the scout sent out has not yet returned.
Magdal understood that people's hearts had become more and more floating.
Without warning, a big rough hand was placed on her shoulder, and the princess of Antobro was taken aback and turned her head. The blue eyes looked at her grandfather with a hint of worry and surprise. When she spoke, her voice was so light as to break the loneliness in the morning: "My grandfather, why are you here? Are you not in the tent to persuade everyone...? "
"You have also seen that rhetoric only works at certain times. Everyone understands the danger ahead."
The old prince walked to the side of his granddaughter, looked at the distant horizon, and replied.
Magdal shook her head.
This is a war with Twilight. It is a legend written in an epic, but they unfortunately happen to be there. But everyone understands that returning to Yinwan will not survive.
"Mr. Brando will not lie to us." Magdal said crisply: "It may be dead, but we still have a chance to win."
That person, he has never failed anyone who trusted him—
She saw it with her own eyes.
"I also believe him. He is a descendant of that person after all. I once saw exactly the same shadow in him. I firmly believe that they are all people who can change everything." The old duke recalled the situation when he met Brando. , But what he saw was a silver ocean.
On the countless floating gun forests and banners, as well as the vast wilderness, the knights are calling the name of the tsunami on the mountain.
But they all turn into one note in the end:
"victory!"
"victory!"
"victory!"
The tall figure stood still.
Until it becomes a monument inscribed in everyone's hearts.
Behind it is an ancient surname.
"Then why, don't you know...?" Magdal asked.
Frank shook his head.
"Everyone is brave enough, what more can you ask for? But bravery is one thing. To fear death is not cowardice. The key is that people need to know the value of death. A worthless death is not honourable."
"But Ms. Veronica is still waiting for us. Fort Babel is already in danger. We promised Mr. Brando."
"So I'm standing here with you, don't you?" The old man winked at his granddaughter playfully. "I hope the scout can bring back the good news in Campbelltown... If Master Martha can still hear us. If you pray, it proves that she has not given up on her children..."
The wind blew from the field outside Campbell.
The two suddenly stopped talking and turned their heads in unison.
The morning mist has returned to the depths of the mountains and forests. In the distance, the forest sea undulates like waves, and the sound of the wind is mixed with the rustling of leaves. But Magdal suddenly realized that under such a natural voice, the fierce dispute in the marching tent in the distance had disappeared.
The lords reached an agreement
How could it be possible that they can't solve the problem without arguing for an hour.
Frank is a battle-tested general, he immediately drew out his sword backhand and protected Magdal behind him.
Before he finished his action, he saw the Duke of Marvis from the Sword Plover Forest in the tent knocked out, "Behind... Behind...!" The latter screamed with white face, and almost tripped when he walked out of the tent. Falling into the brazier, if it weren't for the guards on the side to grab him quickly.
Frank took the guy from the guard, helped him up and tried to make him awake, and asked, "Damn, what's going on?" He looked into the marching tent.
There is a mess in the tent.
"Yellow... Dusk..." Duke Malves said incoherently, and tried to reach out and push Frank away.
"Look at you, little bunny from the Malves family, let me be sober!" The old prince hurriedly pinched him to the ground, then pulled up the collar of the latter and shouted at him: "What's the matter? What's the matter, make it clear!"
The Duke of Marvis seemed to wake up now, his eyes regained a little focus, and his dry and chapped lips opened. He was just about to say something, but it was at this moment that he drew Frank's attention with an exclamation. .
He turned his head, but saw several knights rushing out of the forest in that direction.
"My lord, our scout is back!"
The knights yelled. Before the words were over, a man covered in blood had been helped over. Before the man lost consciousness, he yelled, "My lord, we found them!"
"They, who?" Frank threw Malves away, frowning and asked in that direction.
"Cruz, the Scarlet Legion."
"What," the old prince was taken aback, and asked hurriedly, "Where are they?"
The scout kept shook his head: "They told us to run away, Lord Duke... It's too late..."
"What are you talking about?"
Frank was dissatisfied. The quality of the troops of the Silver Bay states may be far less than those of the elites of several empires, but as a sharp sword of the army, how can the scout not even be able to speak clearly, and he can't even maintain a minimum of calmness. NS. He just wanted to speak, but before he could say anything, the Duke of Marvels, who was sitting on the ground, straightened up and grabbed his arm.
"Listen to him, get out of this ghost place!" Grandpa Malves shouted with an iron face.
Frank was about to scold, but stopped. As if he realized something, he flicked away the hand of the Duke of Malves, and walked quickly to the edge of the forest alone, looking to the northwest of Campbell.
-That is the other direction opposite to Campbell City, the vast forest forms a green sea, and suddenly several inconspicuous small black spots appear in the sky. How keen is White Wolf Sword Saint Frank, such a scene did not surface once during the Sixty Years' War. He understood that it was not dust on the horizon — it was a large-scale cluster flying in the air.
Except for the migration of migratory birds, there is only one situation where this happens.
That's war—
The old man turned his head, he knew in his heart that the worst situation might have been encountered, but he still maintained a minimum of calm on his face, and asked his men, "Where are the Cruz people?"
At the moment, every minute and every second may determine life and death, but as the commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, this is not enough to make him nervous.
Some people have experienced the most tragic war, and those who survived are just to fulfill the promise of living for the dead.
Besides, they are still carrying the lost glory.
There is no situation that can make these veterans bow their heads.
The war they experienced was once called a long-term battle.
That's the battlefield dancing with the god of death—
"We all guessed wrong... My lord," the scout was almost crying: "The Cruz people have been fighting against the monsters in Campbell. They intend to bypass the fortress of Babel and attack the hinterland of St. Osor. The Cruz people sent for help. Messenger... But... ”
However, none of them arrived.
Frank took a deep breath, as if to let the cold air fill his lungs again to calm himself down.
The Duke of Marvis stumbled forward and grabbed his arm again, "Go, Uncle Frank!" In a hurry, he almost called out what he called this stern elder when he was a child, when his father was still alive. In the world, and he is not yet the head of the Marviers family: "Behind, there are also... those monsters, there are too many to count. If you don't leave, it will be too late!"
"It's too late," Frank shook off the incompetent guy, knowing that the others might have fled with each other. He pointed sternly at the tip of the nose of the Duke of Marvis and said, "Go and find the others. Our only chance is to retreat into Campbell City."
"No, I can't do it." The Duke of Malves shook his head in shock.
With a cold snort, Frank turned the blade upside down and swept the hilt on this guy's stomach, making the latter bend down like a shrimp with a painful expression on his face. But the old prince swiftly grabbed the collar of this guy again, and dragged the Duke of Marvis to him and said loudly, "It’s up to your father’s face that I’m saving your life. Listen carefully. If If you don't want to die, just do what I said!"
But the Duke of Marvis still looked hesitant, and Frank couldn't help shaking his head in disappointment. "You are far from your father, the little guy from the Malves family," he said bluntly: "No matter how fast you escape, can you escape the eyes of the sky?"
The Duke of Marvis opened his mouth wide, and he seemed to finally remember who is the most authoritative expert here—no one can compare to a deputy marshal of the coalition army sixty years ago. He subconsciously asked: "Uncle Frank, but how can I get other people back?"
"I know what you are thinking," Frank replied, "but if we don't get together, we will die even if we retreat into Campbelltown."
Seeing the Duke of Marvis staggering and leaving, Magdal, who had already recovered his calm on the side, couldn't help but said: "Grandfather, can Campbell City really be able to hold it?"
The old man shook his head.
Magdal was a little surprised at her disregard for safety.
She suddenly realized that this answer couldn't make any waves in her heart, perhaps because she had already anticipated this answer? She suddenly thought that this might be her burial place, but she was not afraid.
Maybe she was destined to be different from those mediocre people. After a moment of silence, she asked: "The Cruz people can also support that long, can we..."
"Neither can the Cruz people." Frank sighed and walked to the outermost part of the forest. The plain of Campbell is clearly visible in the distance. The old prince raised his hand and pointed to a dark shadow that appeared on the horizon: "Did you see it?"
The thin black line appeared above the entire northwest horizon.
And it quickly became an ocean.
That is a purple sea.
It swallowed everything that it passed, the forest and the lake, and it was just a lone boat on the stormy waves, fleeting.
Magdal's blue eyes showed a look of shock.
"Do you think the Cruzians can stop them?" Brandon asked his granddaughter.
Magdal shook her head silently.
The old man was silent, and then he said: "They are from the Alcash region."
"what!?"
"The rift caused by the White Mountain Disaster really couldn't hide the Dragon of Twilight from the sacred oath. It's a pity that the Scarlet Legion failed to pass the news at the end, and then it was our turn..."
He sighed: "No one can stop them from entering the hinterland of the elf king. The Cruz people are already gone. Seeing St. Osor is going to bleed to death, is there any hope in this world?"
"Fort Babel and the garrison of Cruz and elves, they won't just watch this happen."
"The offensive will not be independent," said Frank. "The Twilight Dragon has been preparing for so long. This is the horn of the general offensive. Fortress Babel is also at risk."
"We are still here. How long have we held them in Campbell," Magdal seemed to have made up her mind. She stood firm and said: "We will pass the news on behalf of the Cruz people so that the elves can take precautions early. !"
The old man was silent and did not answer directly.
But Magdal had already seen the answer in his grandfather's face.
"is it hard… ?"
"The Red Army is ten times stronger than ours, Mary."
Magdal clenched his fists.
The nun princess thought of a lot of lines in her heart, but still couldn't believe that the last hope was here, and it was easily lost at this moment.
There must be a way, right
She couldn't help asking, "Then what should we do, is that this? Grandfather, don't you often say that even in the worst situation, there will always be a chance?"
The old man shook his head.
"And Brando."
Nor can he.
Even his grandfather could not do it.
Frank thought in his mind that perhaps unless the elves and Madara could immediately abandon their previous suspicions and immediately let the undead army in-but even how much it can be restored is still unknown.
Besides, there is such a simple thing behind this.
Isn't he okay
Magdal closed her mouth silently.
Perhaps nothing can be changed, but at this time, the nun princess's heart has calmed down instead.
For some reason, at this moment she actually recalled the conversation she had with Griffin in Vlada Pace.
Inside the cabin, the cheers of the non-commissioned officers and students on the arena came in from time to time. In the white porcelain cup on the tray, the fragrance of tea was curling up, and the two young girls were talking in a low voice. Regarding the ideals and longings, the pure pursuit at that time was realized before a close friend.
Who can say that it is the innocence of a girl
Chase one's own destiny—
Thinking back to the acquaintance with the firs leaders, it was more like a bizarre dream. And that person, her knight.
"My dear friend, have you got it, your dream?"
She prayed silently in her heart.
Frank frowned suddenly and let out a whisper.
This made Magdal recovered from her meditation and looked at her grandfather with some doubts: "What's the matter?"
But the old man didn't answer directly, only shook his head slightly.
He seems to have seen the same scene.
It was Alcash who was howling in the cold wind.
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