Before Aruta left, she felt the restlessness in her heart again.
He turned around to see his sister Peya and the King of Lorrainedale.
In the promenade in front, tall French arch windows line up with each other, soft sunlight shines through the glass on the ground, and every few meters, a bright print is sprinkled. Through the ray of light, dust flies, and light and shadow are intertwined to form a deep space. The end of the corridor seems to lead to an unknown world.
And Isdowell stared at him calmly, his emaciated face more serious than ever.
"Go, Your Highness," he said.
"But I... I don't know if I can do it..." Yaruta was a little scared, and she flinched.
Isdoville said to him: "The king of St. Osor must make his own decision."
"... But what if it's wrong?" Yaruta asked.
"The way we do something is like this: we deliberately and repeatedly consider beforehand, and then make up our minds, and once we make up our minds, we have to show the courage to take responsibility for this," Isdowell said: "No People can not make mistakes, but they must not make mistakes in a muddle manner. Have you considered this clearly, Your Highness?"
"I have considered it clearly, Mr. Isdowell, I think Brother Brando's decision is right. In this common war, everyone should be united, right?"
"So you have made up your mind?"
Aruta nodded thoughtfully.
"Then if you are wrong, you will suffer criticism for it. Are you afraid of criticism?" Isdowell asked.
"No, I'm not afraid, Mr. Isdowell," said Aruta, "because I believe that our starting point is correct. Even if we are frustrated for a while, it will not be because of the resolution itself. I will find Come to the source of the problem and correct it. I am not afraid of difficulties, because difficulties can always be overcome."
The king of Lorrainedale couldn't help but be infected by the youthful spirit. Innocence is always good. Maybe he will encounter many things in the future and discover that the world is not as simple as he thought. But as long as there is this original intention, all difficulties can always be overcome.
"In that case, what else do you have to worry about, Your Highness?" He asked again.
Aruta's eyes dimmed: "But, I am your crown prince, am I not? Don't you worry about my close relationship with Mr. Brando? Do you think that your future king will follow an outsider's mercy? Putting the interests of Saint-Osor under the interests of other countries, that's why this decision was made?"
After hearing this question, Isdoville laughed loudly and said: "Your Highness, the elves are by no means ungrateful."
He looked at this human teenager, his eyes more admired: "You can say these things today, which proves that you are the same person as us, and Master Fenghou's vision is really extraordinary."
But Yaruta still didn't quite understand what the elven lord meant.
Eastover continued: "Your Highness, do you really think in your heart that Earl Tonigel's choice is correct?"
In response, Yaruta nodded without hesitation.
"That's enough," Isdowell replied loudly, "As long as you think it's really correct, you just let it go, and the elves will be behind you as your solid backing."
After hearing this answer, Aruta was stunned.
The attitude of the King of Lorrindale was completely beyond his expectations.
And his sister, the hunter girl Peya, walked up without anyone else. As the daughter of the mountain people, she didn't have much reason to say, but silently placed the Holy Ring of the Queen of the Wind in her younger brother's hand. Although taciturn, her soft eyes already contained all the thousands of words about her brother, which is the traditional and tough quality that the mountain people have adhered to for generations.
Although simple, but beautiful.
Aruta held the holy ring, and the ring was shining in the darkness. The elves watched this scene, and the long line buckled one by one, like a silver wave, on both sides of the corridor, facing the future king. forward. The young man watched this scene, and suddenly a trickle of heat flowed in his heart, it was like a whisper whispering in his ear, the glory and faith of this fairy kingdom for thousands of years, that is an ancient identity.
The boy felt a bit astringent in the corners of his eyes, so he gently lifted the back of his hand and wiped it.
He swears that he will not disappoint anyone.
…
Everything has come to an end.
Veronica looked at the hand raised up like a mountain forest, her depression and disappointment filled her heart.
It is true that no one in this world wants to die, and everyone is equally afraid of death in the face of death. Especially when the enthusiasm is gone, there is only the instinct of struggling, which is of course also a continuing need of any ethnic group, and may not be shameful.
But more terrifying than death is the loss of hope. The life of a mortal is like a flash in the length of history. It is the needs of life to seal a wife and become famous, but when death comes, everything returns to nothingness. So for thousands of years, people seem to be repeating this process over and over again and again, what is the meaning of existence
Few people have doubts about their life.
Because the civilization and ethnic group composed of individuals are built on countless gravel, gravel comes and goes, the rise and fall of the empire, and the history has never moved forward, but it will eventually leave its mark. The people of the world are changing the world and the future little by little. Perhaps everyone is repeating the process from life to death, but today is different from tomorrow. Perhaps the future and hope are the ultimate answers to this question.
However, at this moment, this answer has lost its meaning.
Feeling lost, Veronica heard a noble next to him choking: "Thank God, I can finally leave this ghost place. I am worried every day, for fear that I will never see my family again. As long as the elves allow us to enter, I I immediately took my family and moved to Karolis. If the Dragon of Twilight hits that place, I will find a way to go to Jiufeng..."
Veronica turned around and saw the tear-stained nobleman. She didn't know what kind of mood it was that prompted her to ask the other person, "Where are you going after Jiufeng?"
The nobleman couldn't answer, and was stunned for a while.
When Veronica saw this, she shook her head, suddenly feeling disappointed, she separated the crowd and walked out, wanting to leave the place. But at a glance, I saw Duke Ludwig who was still in his seat not far away. It was emotional. The other party stood firmly against her first, but unexpectedly chose to abstain during the voting.
Duke Ludwig sat in his seat in a daze. He tried to reach out for his pocket watch several times, but his hands trembled so much that he took a blank.
Veronica looked at this man, and realized that perhaps among the two ways of gallows, the latter chose the more cruel to herself, and he obliterated her hope.
But other people may be able to walk more decently because of this.
Even if Veronica had the intention to say something, she couldn't speak to the Duke Ludwig who was ten years old in an instant. She felt a panic in her heart, staying in this fortress might not be the right choice, but where is the right choice
Is it true that I have hoped to lose it all
She can stay here and die generously.
But what about the others
In the corner of the round table, the Archdruid saw this scene grimly, shook his head, got up and left his position.
The craftsmen and wizards of the Silver Alliance are also leaving the field. Although they have not expressed any opinions from the beginning, the wizards are just discussing with each other, shaking their heads from time to time, with little smile on their faces.
Only the representatives of the mountain people and the highland people are still sitting in their seats, looking at the representatives of Yinwan on the other side as if it has nothing to do with them. These little nobles are discussing their own fate. More importantly, how should the coalition forces in Silver Bay rescue
The Faenzan people were also getting up, clearing all kinds of parchment documents on the table, and the envoys of the Baicheng states behind them went earlier and were walking out in groups. The hall was noisy, and someone was still nodding to the Archdruid.
But this time—
The wind elves who had been watching coldly in the hall suddenly stood up from their positions and collectively looked towards the south gate of the hall.
Veronica was about to leave, but she found that not far away, Duke Ludwig, who had been unaware of the changes around him, showed a hint of surprise on his face, and stood tremblingly from her position, staring. Look straight behind her.
She turned around subconsciously.
Many people are also looking back...
The Buga stopped outside the gate to the north, the envoys of the Baicheng states were blocked by them, and both turned and looked in this direction.
The people who were still in the position stopped their movements, the Fa Enzan looked at his colleagues, and the representatives of Yinwan looked at each other. The archdruid slowed down in anger, and he turned around and looked over here somewhat unexpectedly.
There was a soft "click".
The gate to the south was pushed open, making a creaking noise.
The hall was quiet for a moment, because people saw rows of elven guards wearing silver armor and wingtip helmets pouring in from outside the gate, guarding a human teenager stepping into the hall.
All the wind elves in the hall subconsciously bowed themselves to salute at this moment.
But what they saluted was not the human teenager.
It's what the young man holds in his hands.
That is a ring—
In full view, Yaruta walked down the steps with the holy ring and came to the round table where the representatives of the elves were; he held his head up, looking at all the nobles, large and small in the hall, and then raised the ring. Put it gently on the table.
Above the ring, a round of Saint Osor's nine-stripe holy emblem gleamed in the gloomy light hanging down in the middle of the hall.
"The Ring After the Wind!"
Someone recognized it with sharp eyes and let out a scream.
Veronica's eyes condensed when she heard the words, and she felt her heart beating almost half a beat; not far away, the Arch Druid's face also showed a look of surprise.
Yaruta looked at everyone present.
Hundreds of eyes were also fixed on this former hunter's son.
But the young man didn't flinch in the slightest, on the contrary, only infinite courage stirred in his chest. Because today, he understands what he has to do.
That represents a promise that has not been fulfilled for a thousand years. After a thousand years, it will be fulfilled again in the hands of the descendants of the mist elves and in the hands of the wind elves today.
A long late promise.
Yaruta spoke quietly: "The Wind Elves of St. Osor are willing to stay and stick to this fortress."
The voice echoing over the hall was not high, and even a little childish.
But every word is huge.
He stared at the Cruz seats, the hall was so quiet that needles fell, and the Cruz nobles were dumbfounded-are these elves crazy? The Buga stopped whispering, and beside them, the Archdruid sat back in his place thoughtfully, as if waiting for something.
Only the wind elves stared at the ring, and then at their future king, their expressions were serious.
Aruta spoke again: "Then allies of the past, descendants of the King of Flames, where are they today? Do you remember your vows?"
Veronica is about to separate the crowd and return to her place subconsciously-how can the Cruz people break their trust? Even in her own name, she must stay and fight side by side with the elves.
But before she could speak, a clear and powerful voice answered for her:
"The Cruz people are here—"
"Who is talking?"
"Who dared to represent the Cruz people without authorization!"
An aristocratic congressman stood up, shaking his fat head and looking around, trying to find the person who made the noise.
But his words immediately got stuck in his throat.
The crowd was separating from the left and right, and a road was automatically opened. In the middle of that road, the Flame Knights in heavy armor stood opposite each other, and sixteen knights escorted a girl into the hall.
The blonde girl also held a ring aloft.
But it was more like a round of flames, with a golden flame ring burning in her hand.
Someone in the crowd made a sound of swallowing saliva: "The Holy Ring of the Most Flame..."
Faina stepped down the stairs and came to the round table.
She stared at the young hunter in front of her.
Then solemnly placed the ring in his hand on the table, raised his head and replied to the wind elves: "Two rings bear witness to this oath, and the Cruz people are willing to fight side by side with their former allies."
The elves nodded one after another.
"We may have had enmity," Behind Aruta, the King of Lorrindell, Isdowell replied: "But today we are all written off. We were comrades-in-arms thousands of years ago, and so is today."
"Oath by precept—"
The elves replied in unison.
Yaruta looked at this noble daughter with some admiration. He also raised the holy ring after the wind, and replied solemnly: "In the name of the holy ring—"
In mid-air.
Two shining holy rings.
Opposite each other.
Everything is as it was a thousand years ago.
"Unfortunately there are only two..." The Archdruid looked at this scene grimly, and couldn't help sighing.
Perhaps the era when the seven precepts reflect each other has become a thing of the past.
At the head of Campbell's city, the defense line of the Silver Bay coalition forces is being shattered.
But the real despair in people’s hearts does not come from the overwhelming twilight army—Blank stands solemnly behind the battlements. Beside him, the nun Princess Magdal is covering her mouth, looking at what is happening before her in horror. .
It was a huge black sphere, showing its shape outside Campbelltown.
"Martha is on, what the hell is that..."
Baishan.
The wind elves and the vampires stood opposite each other, and the twenty-six representatives looked at each other before pulling out the chairs and seated on each side of a long table.
After watching both sides for a while, the clerk silently picked up the quill and wrote the first sentence on the parchment:
"An era has passed..."
The huge silver dragon flapped its wings and landed on the ruins of the city. Delphine was the first to jump off the silver dragon’s back. She landed on the ground. In addition to the Buja envoy who came to greet her, she also watched Two unexpected people arrived.
Huang Huo and Fang Qi stood opposite each other, and the former smiled as he watched her:
"You are here, Miss Delphine..."
Farnzan Eastern border, Great Glacier.
The Elf Queen looked lonely at the iceberg shining with purple light in the distance.
Her people, the army of wild elves are falling in pieces on the way of attack. Faenza's knights have gathered into a torrent, but they still can't tear a hole in the defense line of the Noh race.
A purple light suddenly flashed in the sky, and she raised her head in the icy wind, as if she suddenly realized something.
"It has finally begun, the final battle that has lasted for thousands of years..."
Eruin, Light Fort—
In the dark prison underground, the girl raised her head and stared at the only beam of light cast from the ceiling. She wore heavy iron shackles on her hands and feet, and with a slight movement, the iron chains locked on the wall made a rattling noise.
After a while, Antitina closed her eyes in silence.
She is no stranger to darkness.
The rosy blood was dripping along the cold metal.
"Brando..."
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