The crystal clusters are like purple tide water, engulfing the last section of the gray city wall standing in the tide water.
The dense and innumerable crystal worms are like a giant creeping matrix entrenched on the ground. The slow process of this matrix engulfing everything is enough to make people feel suffocated and desperate.
Another flag disappeared in the purple ocean.
It seemed to spin a page of solitary sails submerged in the whirlpool, representing that the entire army of another army was wiped out in the hands of the crystal cluster.
Among the towers.
Huian blocked the door, and shouted at his commander in despair, "Your Excellency Knight Commander, we are surrounded!"
"Hush—" Death seemed to be close at hand, but the female knight with a deep knife mark on her face quietly put her finger on her lips and motioned for him to silence. She pointed to the top of her head and said to the young knight, "Listen."
The last city fortress is already ahead.
On the battlements, Veronica, Mangrove, Walla, the old prime minister, the Duke of Mechotofin, and the Duke of Ludwig looked dignified. Below them, the Cruze’s front was weaker than a piece of paper.
But everyone is watching the sky.
The thick clouds are separating.
A huge halo is slowly wafting away from the southern sky of the Wild of Four Realms, pushing away the clouds within a radius of thousands of miles...
Fort Babel is hundreds of miles away.
Above the sea of clouds for several kilometers, after passing through the clouds, the Baru Vito once again saw the Cruz, which also appeared at the other end of the cumulus clouds.
Under the sun, on the two resplendent flagships, the commanders of the Hazel and Cruz were all looking at the four fields below through the observation device, and both of them looked solemn.
Outside the Oro Forest, a huge black sphere lay between the sky and the earth—its lower part hovered over the plain, and the middle part had already passed through the clouds; countless flying dragons and nightbirds flew around the black ball, looking from a distance Going like a few black spots.
And Campbell City under the black ball is just like a coin.
"There is a breath of god."
"It's the dragon god Bahamut. This thing once defeated the alliance of the Blue Legion and the Black Legion in the Metz area."
"There are people in Campbell, who seems to be the Silver Bay coalition forces, how do you deal with this thing?"
"We can only find a way to attract the attention of this thing and buy a little time for the poor guys to evacuate—"
"Order it."
But some anxious voices from the messenger came from the transmission crystal, "Your Excellency Commander, there was a lot of energy response in the southeast direction ten seconds ago. Those things are approaching quickly, at a distance of 1,500, fast... not like Elf air cavalry."
"Alert state!"
"Wait, the other party responded to us... It's the Dragon Race!"
"Dragons?"
"The other party said she is the current dragon princess, her name is Aloz... Aloz Jinyan."
"Golden Dragon...?"
The dragon has arrived.
Dragons are flying across the sky near Sobais.
These giant beasts spread their wings, and their shadowy figures swept across the forest. The elves living in the forest ran out of their tree houses one after another, as if they had encountered the end of the world.
They looked up at the direction where the dragons were leaving, with deep curiosity in their eyes.
"The dragons appeared, what happened in the West?"
This is the Year of the Sword, the first day of the Moon of Winter Qin that year.
And many years later, the St. Osor people living in the Baishan area even remember the situation on this day; and that was the last time people had seen such a large-scale migration of dragons on the continent of Vonde.
There are a total of 173 dragons.
That was the last group of dragons that could gather after the fiasco of Metz.
"Aloz."
The little dragon suddenly heard Frofa's voice.
It turned its head, and the graceful silver dragon was flying by its side. The silver dragon was originally a beautiful creature, and its spouse was the pride of the entire silver dragon group.
"Look south—"
Aloz was stunned.
She subconsciously turned her head in that direction.
Greywind Harbor, the capital of Yanilasu—
Refugees are gathering at the pier in a hustle and bustle. These people are poor people gathered from Sivanal or the Yanbao area further north. Suddenly the fire broke out and destroyed their peaceful life. The rebels carried out massacres in the north, and the Neng army did not let go of any villages they passed through—more and more people left their homeland out of fear and came to south.
But here, Greywind Harbor is the end of their migration.
The sea is full of ships preparing to leave here, and every ship is full of people. Merchants are dumping goods spontaneously in order to take away more people. There is no return or reputation. This is nothing but civilized creatures who take the initiative to save themselves at the most critical juncture.
This is the social nature of human beings, and the biggest difference between them and beasts.
But the boat is still not enough.
Eruin's floating fleet has not withdrawn, and the navy has not yet made a decision, but in any case, Earl Yanilasu will have to wait until the last ship leaves the port. This is the minimum commitment of the soldiers to the citizens they guard.
The harbor is also full of huge sea beasts of all kinds.
That is actually the servant of the Greyfin Naga—
Refugees climbed onto the backs of these giant beasts with expressions of fear and tension, but everyone who left the port on the giant beast bent down to salute respectfully in the direction of the lighthouse.
There, Queen Hanlu stood side by side with her deputy, the big sea monster Brigitte.
"Did you see it, Bridget, that's why we are here." The queen's face was somewhat indifferent, but the rectangular pupils shone with a strange colorful luster in the sun.
The big sea monster shook his head: "We don't need the gratitude of these mortals, Your Majesty, after the first battle of Ampersel, we don't owe these Eruins anything."
"Is this all you see?"
The sea monster Brie turned her head peculiarly and looked at her majesty the queen.
"For a long time, the people of the sea have been excluded from the circle of this world. Do you know why?" Queen Hanlu replied: "Because we once missed the best opportunity to be on the stone tablet of Saint White Chance to engrave the name of the Naga clan."
She pointed to the sea in the distance and said: "That's why we are here. We missed it once, and we must not miss the second time."
In the sky, the clouds are getting less and less.
In a reception room in the city hall of Greywind Harbor, Earl Yanilasu and the Naga warrior Sanir stopped talking at the same time, feeling something.
There was already a mess in the hall outside.
People raced to the street and looked south.
Golan-Elson has an accident.
Someone is yelling.
A bright beam of light shone dazzlingly in the southern sky—
In the ruins of the lamp castle, Freya raised her head with a shocked expression on her face: "What is that...!"
Brando didn't say a word beside her, faintly guessing something.
In the illusion, the lady of the staff had no idea what was happening in Warnd.
She looked at each other suspiciously:
"my father?"
Martha nodded.
She drew a picture with her hand.
In that picture, there is a bright room. The afternoon sun is shooting into the room from the floor-to-ceiling arch windows. One side of the silk curtain is pulled open and hangs on the ground, and the shadow just covers the bookshelf on the wall. .
At the desk, Viscount Borg Nesson, who was obviously more mature than ten years ago, held a piece of gray stone with excitement, and said to his fellow knights: "Old man, remember the last time we were here. I think we are close to success. I already have the exact whereabouts of the stone."
The serious knight’s forehead also had a few deep wrinkles compared to ten years ago, and his temples were also pale. He looked at his companion and said, "Hippard, I think the tree shepherd has noticed you. ."
Viscount Naimatsu shrugged: "Of course, they are not stupid, but they are only aware of it. I don't think I have revealed my identity."
Antitina looked at the two people in the room in shock.
She subconsciously walked forward two steps, reaching out her hand to try to catch something, but she couldn't step into the house: "This... This is my manor in Aldrin. I recognize this place. This is On the second floor of the manor, my father’s study..."
"And who is he... How would he know my father's real name?"
The lady of the staff asked inexplicably in surprise.
Martha motioned to her to look down.
Antitina bit her lip. She remembered some things that happened at that time. It should have been two years before his father disappeared. She was only twelve years old. She remembered having guests set up her father, but she was I went to a nearby farm as a guest with my mother.
There was a complicated look on her face. This study was exactly the same as she remembered. There were large and small gray stones in the glass showcases of the cabinets.
After so many years, she still doesn't understand what her father is looking for. In his eyes, those stone pieces are really so important
He is an adventurer, and as his daughter, she can understand her father’s love for this career; she can even understand the man’s deep love for her and his mother, but he can’t tell them about anything. What about
In the period after her mother's death, she was thinking about this problem all the time, until she met Brando.
The father is not only a descendant of the Sifah family, but also a knight and student of the Earth Sword Saint. What a distinguished identity this is, but he has never told her and his mother.
why
But in that case, why should you let yourself understand the fate of the Sifah clan
Since there is no plan to tell the truth about everything to yourself, wouldn't it be better to let yourself be a naive noble lady ignorantly
I don't know when the tears blurred the vision.
The lady of the staff once thought that she was already strong enough, no matter how much she faced, she would not shed tears easily, but the memories of the past were immersed in her heart, and they did not fade with time, but became clearer and more profound.
She took a step forward, hoping to ask the answer to this question herself.
But time is so ruthless, that everything has no chance.
Viscount Naimatsu stood up.
"Pamid, we must act."
The knight pondered for a moment: "Have you asked her opinion?"
Viscount Naesong shook his head: "I can't find her. She has left the royal family since adopting the baby girl. I don't know if she has been to Golan-Elson, but Master Marshal has passed away for two years. , Even if I knew anything, I lost the clue."
"I asked Scott, but he didn't know it. I didn't dare to go to Master Marshal's grandson, so as not to cause him trouble-old man, although Master Marshal is no longer there, it doesn't mean that our mission is over. You should remember everything we saw in the Alcash Underground Mirage."
"We must prevent the above prophecy from happening. This time, we have to do it ourselves."
The knight nodded silently: "But what about your wife and daughter, do they know?"
Viscount Neimatsu was silent, with obvious hesitation on his face.
"It's not fair for them to do this."
The Viscount shook his head: "Pamid, you understand what we are doing, there is no fairness at all... Our companions left one by one, but we are still here, aren't we?"
He sighed slightly: "I do love them very much, but if I don't do it, it's not love, but evasion of responsibility. As a husband and a father, I have reasons to protect them-in my own way. I am. I promised Saidi, do you remember that from the moment I handed over the wedding ring to her, I had to keep my promise."
The knight looked at him.
Viscount Naimatsu took a breath: "As the Marshal entrusted us, we must make a decision, Palmide, do you understand?"
"I want to give my daughter a hope in the world she lives in."
"Even if you give your life for it."
…
'I really love them, but if I don't do it, it's not love, it's evasion of responsibility. '
'I want to give my daughter a hope in the world she lives in. '
'Even if you give your life for it. '
Such a voice echoed from the clouds.
In Braggs, all the residents on every street stopped working and looked to the sky in amazement.
Some of them are locals living on Squirrel Street, who were once the neighbors of the Antitina family—these people's lives have hardly changed in the past three years, although Eruin has experienced a lot, But for them, where can their already embarrassed life be
Although for Squirrel Street, some people came and some people left, the rich moved to the north during the Second War, and the poor and destitute can only continue to be trapped in this old and cramped street. superior.
But many of them still remember the family of three who once lived here with a very different identity from them.
"Isn't that the voice of Viscount Nesson and Miss Antitina? I heard that Viscount Nesson disappeared many years ago, and his daughter also left Braggs a few years ago."
"Miss Antitina is promising now. I heard that she married Count Jean Dernell."
"That's not good. Now that the situation in Elu is so chaotic, the South is uncertain what will happen. I really hope that Lord Martha can bless Her Royal Highness."
"Hey, it's really pitiful to say that they are all good people. Although Viscount Naimatsu is a nobleman, he doesn't have any pretensions to treat others kindly..."
"In this world, good people are always unlucky."
"Who said no?"
"But what's the matter with that voice in the sky? Hasn't Viscount Naimatsu been missing for many years?"
"You see that light, it is Kurk, what happened to the north?"
People talked a lot.
But after no one noticed the crowd, with a squeak, a lame man dropped the saber in his hand, but he didn't seem to notice it, only looking pale at the blue sky.
In Silver Bay, the young mage stood on the hill, letting the wind blow his long hair—
The mage listened to the two previously familiar voices, but at some point, tears were already streaming down his face.
"Have you done it?"
"My companion."
Antitina seemed to have seen that summer night again in a trance.
That night the witch's back seat was particularly shining in the southern sky.
The stars are reflected on the water, flowing quietly with the Braggs River...
Viscount Neeson watched his daughter return to the house, sighed, and turned around-Wan Laigu, the quiet Braggs, with lights on in the dark, and Bunipan Avenue in the distance, like a noble district The sparkle-like light, as if stars fell on the ground.
In a room in the distance, the warm orange light was shining through the window. Inside the window, the silhouettes of a family of three, husband and wife, father and daughter, laughter seemed warm and true across the river.
He stood up on his knees, picked up a shovel from the corner of the wall, dug a deep hole under the chestnut tree not far away, lay down on the edge of the hole, and carefully buried a box.
After doing all this, Viscount Naimatsu wiped his sweat and straightened up.
He stared at the new soil under the tree with a gentle expression in his eyes: "Annie, I'm sorry... I hope that one day, you won't resent me for it."
"I will not expect your forgiveness, but there are some things in this world that we must accomplish."
"It is not only because of the responsibility of the Sifah family's blood to this kingdom, but more importantly, there are many people around us who are worthy of our lives to protect."
"Maybe one day, my daughter, you will meet such a person."
He slowly took off the necklace from his chest, and groaned in his mouth:
"For Eruin, Master Martha, please bless me-this is the last hope."
Watching this scene, Antitina was already crying.
Braggs, Squirrelman Street was silent.
No one understands what this scene means.
But for Brando, the scene in the banned orchard on the Butcher Trail three years ago is still in sight.
It was a father, a husband, and a hero. The silent bones could not tell him everything in the past, but the weathered parchment recorded the sincere feelings.
Two people born in different eras, at that moment, their fate meets each other. Their eyes cannot cross life and death, but their ideals and beliefs can still be passed on.
Freya bit her lip in silence.
The illusion is changing—
It is above the sky and presents to everyone the unknown stories of the past.
People saw Viscount Naimatsu fulfill his promise.
He sneaked into the tree shepherd's interior and got the gray stone piece, but he found out the identity of the Gu Lord Mayard. At the last juncture, the knight Pamid gave up his life and paved the way for his comrades—
After a long chase and escape, Brando saw the place he was familiar with.
In the valley basin, isn't it the place where the golden magic tree is
Viscount Neisong hid in the depths of the crevices, and the tree shepherd who could not find him planted the seeds of the golden magic tree in a rage.
And in the cave.
The trembling father wrote the last letter of his life on the parchment with a quill pen:
"Martha is here, I may die soon, if I die..."
Antitina covered her mouth.
She still remembers that day.
In the small and dim room, there was a knock on the door. When she saw the young man's face through the crack of the door, her destiny changed from then on.
But she clearly remembered how Brando handed the letter to her at that time.
The words on that letter are so clear in memory, like yesterday—
Large tears rolled along the girl's cheek into the dust.
In many areas of Vaughan.
People stopped and watched this moment silently.
They saw that Viscount Naimatsu exhausted his last strength to pick up the gray piece of stone and place it on top of the parchment. He seemed to want to write something, but in his blue-gray eyes, the light of life was fading, and the quill finally slipped from his hand and rolled into the gravel.
That was the end of a hero.
In Shicheng, many people bend over to salute this scene. Although they can't really understand what this man is protecting, no matter where they are, the brave are always worthy of respect.
Veronica slowly retracted her gaze and looked at Mephistopheles next to her.
"I have met this man's daughter," Grey Sword Saint replied, "She is very good and did not disappoint her father."
"I know her."
Veronica replied softly.
Mephistopheles turned his head and looked at the female captain in a puzzled manner.
"Do you remember the past?" Veronica asked: "The days when we learned swordsmanship together, at that time, we were still very young."
Mephistopheles could not help being silent.
Does he remember those good times in the past
certainly.
…
The illusion is still changing—
In the dim palace, the great emperor also entered the moment of dying.
The former hero of mankind, the King of Flame Gilt stared at his knights beside the bed—he suddenly recalled the most glorious moment in his life, but it was more of a heavy responsibility.
But at the end of his life, what emerged from the depths of his memory was still the unforgettable scene.
He doesn't know how long he hasn't dreamed there in his dream...
The underground temple that changed their lives.
In the dark.
The four sages stared at the stone walls of the temple. On the tall stone walls, various patterns were drawn with peculiar patterns.
The light of the torch flickered.
A huge altar was reflected, and on the obsidian platform, a human baby girl was sleeping in the crystal clear amber.
"It seems that what Odin said is true," Airlanta stared at the patterns on the stone walls. "This is the ancient Noven language, the language of the gods-the Azure Spear did not kill the Twilight Dragon. , The seventh war may be coming soon."
"Then we did something wrong?" Faenza said loudly, "We overthrew the rule of Miner, so now what are we using to fight the Twilight Dragon?"
"Shut up, Faenza," a blond young man with wise light gleaming in his blue eyes, the holy sword Odyssey gleaming in his hand; he said to all his companions: "Min The Er people are already decayed. Their nobles are indulging in the glory of the past. What can Odin alone change? He chose us, but the hope that he didn’t want to watch the world died slowly, since we have already If we inherit this fate, we must go on bravely."
"I support Geert," the young Saint Ossor was not as mature and sophisticated as later, and the elven girl's face had a simple and firm color: "Sister Ellanta, do you see anything from above?"
The earth sage turned his head and nodded: "Geert is right, we still have a chance."
Although that opportunity is so illusory.
The old man raised his finger tremblingly and pointed at the person he trusted the most, the once proud young man, the chief of the Flame Knights, and now he is also very old. Time is so indifferent and merciless. The king who once created an empire can no longer speak a word.
But from his trembling movements, the old knight had already understood everything.
That is the tacit understanding of the past two centuries, and there is no need to repeat it in words.
He nodded solemnly.
That day, Miss Luo Luo came to the depths of the Dead Frost Forest, and a crystal stag witnessed a falling meteor in the magnificent night sky.
One hundred and thirty years after that, a country called Eruin was established.
…
In the green valley.
After a great battle, the knights celebrated their hard-won victory.
But their king, Xianjun Eke, left everyone's sight alone. He came to the quiet lake, and another person was quietly waiting for his arrival on the rocks by the lake.
Xianjun Eke looked at his most trusted knight.
"Have you decided, Wald," he said: "From then on, you will lose your identity, your glory, and even your life. You may become the most hated thing in your life, and you will lose yourself. His fate will always be bound with this sword, and there is no peace."
"Until one day, when my descendants do not deserve the recognition of this sword, it will come here and quietly wait for its true owner."
The knight stood up in silence.
There is no redundant answer.
But he was already on one knee.
…
The amber crystal on the altar shattered suddenly, and Princess Constance looked at the baby girl in her hand in astonishment.
"Darus, I..."
The serious-looking man shook his head: "Don't worry about this, first look at what is written on the stone wall."
The female officer named Gwendolyn next to the princess looked at them thoughtfully, and replied: "That's the ancient Fenno language, the language of the gods. I happened to know this kind of witches mastered in a book. Language knowledge."
"What about the content?"
"The dragon of twilight is about to wake up, but mortals still have hope."
"Twilight Dragon?" Darus turned his head: "That is to say, what we saw in the illusion just now are all real?"
"My lord, the monsters we encountered outside are called Crystal Clusters," Gwendolyn replied, "You have also seen their strength, but they are just the smallest of the crystal clusters. They are just The monster formed on the basis of the original Vaughan creature, and the true crystal cluster is unimaginably powerful, not to mention that the crystal family itself is not just a branch of the dusk species."
"So if the Twilight Dragon does not die in the hands of the Azure Knight, then it is only inevitable that it will come back. Its minions are scattered all over the world in the chaos, and once they flood into our world, they are enough to destroy everything."
"So in that case, where is the hope of mortals?"
Gwendolyn smiled slightly.
"Maybe here, maybe in Eruin-"
…
The same sunny afternoon—
Viscount Borg Nesson, who has entered middle age, smiled and said to his visiting companions: "I have investigated it clearly. The only hope that Master Martha left for our world is that it is sleeping in Eruin."
At this time, Viscount Naimatsu seemed to still have no idea about his future destiny.
The knight looked at his companion.
"Do you remember the prophecy we saw in Alcash, Palmed?"
The knight nodded.
The sword that changes fate—
Viscount Naimatsu clenched his fists, showing an expression of excitement:
"Pamid, that's the final throne—"
"The lens that the tree shepherds have been looking for is the last guide to that hope. They are divided into five and are essentially a beacon-the guidance given to us by Lord Martha!"
"Pamid, we must not let the hope of the world fall on those people's hands!"
That is an ancient prophecy.
Engraved on Cangqing's poems—
XVI: THETOWER
The lost moon took away the light—
XX: JUDGEMENT
The light is lost.
XVII: THESTAR
The silver generation was lost on the earth, walking forward in darkness and ignorance.
VIII: STRENGTH
The coincidence of the emperor and the fool.
IX: THEHERMIT
The rusty clockwork is being restored.
XXI: THEWORLD
The sword that changes fate.
amber-