Masha gently hugged Antitina, who was crying silently, into her arms, gently comforting her back with her hand, comforting her child.
Antitina finally noticed something, and she looked at Martha with teary eyes and said, "Are you... Master Martha?"
Martha nodded slightly.
"... Are you back?" The girl raised her head, her face still raining, and her tone was eagerly hopeful: "Will you help us fight the Twilight Dragon?"
Masha smiled and shook her head. She gently wiped away Antitina's tears: "My child, you don't need anyone's help. The perseverance and faith of mortals are your most powerful weapons— And I have given the authority to you, and the rest needs your own hands to open up a magnificent future."
Antitina looked at her puzzled, but saw Martha tap her right hand. Starting from the fingertips, the goddess slowly turned into countless scattered petals of light. In the dazzling light like the birth of a supernova, Antitina saw a simple throne.
And above the throne, a holy sword was sleeping quietly.
A gentle voice echoed across the sky of Vaughan.
"children-"
"Don't give up hope!"
At that moment, the whole world almost stopped breathing.
Everyone looked at the dazzling sword in the sky.
In the Elf Palace in the deciduous forest of the Baishan Mountains, the bell rang, and the Elf guards pulled the gate of the meeting place. The wind elf envoys took the lead to stand up, and one of them reached out to his opponent and said, "Thank you very much, my name is Meria, the chief wizard of the elf court."
The pale-faced nobleman smiled and touched the hand of the elf gracefully: "Although your names and ours may be buried in the long river of history at this moment, history will remember this day forever, I believe It is significant enough to rewrite our future."
Merial smiled: "Welcome back anyway."
"Where to go back?"
Melia smiled and did not answer, but the dark nobleman of Madara did not ask any more, as if they both had a tacit understanding.
The envoys of the two sides also nodded to each other, walked slowly out of the hall, then stopped, raised their heads to stare at the glorious holy sword in the sky, and everyone did not say a word for a long time.
South of Eruin.
There was a gust of wind in Allathir Forest, the forest rustled, and countless dead leaves flew over people's heads. In the distance, the Bernitchell River shimmered and quietly passed through the land south of Lantonilan.
With the action of inertia, the gravity trebuchet made a creaking sound, and threw the last stone bullet in a high parabola into the wall of Bernichell in the distance. After the magical flash, a burst of sound came from the city. The roar of the collapsed building.
The cultists have given up resistance, and a fat dragon spews flames on the broken wall, driving away the collapsed people and fleeing.
The battlefield stopped.
Everyone is staring at the sky—
Haruze held Mikaya's little hand and stared at the majestic mountain in the blue sky, the dazzling holy sword, and his heart was stoked for a long time.
Miss Antitina's father was also a hero, and his unyielding left a last ray of hope for everyone, so he was worthy of the title of knight. There are always many such heroes in human history. Haruze could not help but think of his teacher. In the dazzling brilliance of the holy sword, he can always see a tall and straight back, firm belief, and never fade. Ideal, isn't it the teacher's words and deeds
The birth of Eluin is so glorious, and can he afford the teacher's sentiment
The little prince bit his lips and said nothing.
Next to them was the expressionless Grand Duke Lantonilan. The Duke who had just experienced the pain of losing his son had white sideburns, as if he was ten years old. He embraced his only granddaughter—the only bloodline left to him by his son and daughter-in-law, and stared at the sky for a long time without saying a word.
Cultists slaughtered the inhabitants of Bernitchell.
This also filled their own grave with a last handful of dirt.
Bernichell was not captured.
This is the order given by the Lord Duke.
From this day on, Lantonilan will also begin to carry out a major purge of all dissidents.
Haruze knew that innocent people would be killed under this order, but he did not speak. Civilization sometimes requires iron and blood, and Eruin's decay has reached the point where bones can be seen. As a king, he must learn to take responsibility. A person wearing a crown is not qualified to cherish feathers. If a country must advance, someone must bear a stigma for it.
Haruze has a sense of consciousness, but if someone must pay for all these mistakes.
It will not be the Eruin, but the dragon of dusk.
He clenched his fists.
Behind him, Medusa Lesmeca was also shocked by the strange scene in the sky. She reflected the sword deeply in her reptile-like prismatic pupils, and her eyes flashed with the color of hesitation and determination: "... Really exists, everything is real..."
Her friend, the sexy dark elf grabbed his best friend's arm and looked at her worriedly: "Lesmeka?"
Kaya's movements alarmed Haruze in front of him.
The little prince turned his head and was shocked when he saw Lesmeca's abnormality. He thought Lesmeca was worried about his own affairs, and said quickly: "Sister Lesmeca, don’t worry, this attack was something that nobody thought of, and no one can blame anyone for it. , Besides, am I okay now?"
But he didn't expect that as soon as his voice fell, Lesmeca grabbed him with a backhand, and his hand was so strong that he almost screamed in pain. The body subconsciously reacted to the use of black magic to resist, but Haru Zesheng stopped this impulse, because he saw Ms. Medusa's eyes-clear, and did not intend to hurt him in the slightest.
"Miss Lesmeca, you...?" He whispered, gasping.
Mikaya also turned around, tilting her head and watching this scene with interest. She asked the little prince if she wanted to help with her eyes, but Haruze shook her head at her.
Lesmeca lowered her head, with a rare seriousness on her face. Seeing the look of her close friend, the dark elf Kaya seemed to have realized something, and quickly asked, "Lesmeka, have you thought about it?"
Medusa turned her head and nodded and said: "Kaya, we have lost our homeland. Do you want to experience the wandering taste again? We came to this world on the ground to find hope. At the last moment, we must make up our minds."
Kaya opened her mouth, and stopped talking.
"Kaya, do you believe me?" Lesmeca asked, seeing her look.
"I don't believe who else you can trust, Lesmeca? Without you, there would be no me at this moment. I have always treated you like a sister," Kaya couldn't help but said, "I gave it to you at the beginning. Just trusting you to make the right judgment, I—"
Lesmeca interrupted her: "Kaya, thank you, but it's time to make a desperate move."
Kaya glanced over Medusa, glanced at the sky with a complicated expression, and nodded.
Haruze looked at the two men in surprise.
"Miss Lesmeca, you guys..."
Lesmeca put her finger on his lips and stopped the words behind him: "Haruze, my little prince, do you want to hear our story?"
Haruze showed a dazed gaze. Of course, he understood that Lesmeca and Kaya were bizarre, but because of Amperthel's kindness, he never had the idea of doubting this lady Medusa. And because of his trust, Lasmeka had the idea of staying in this human kingdom.
She looked at the little prince tenderly: "Kaya, she is a family of oath-keepers."
…
General Von Norma retracted his gaze from the sky and silently watched what was happening before him.
Outside Airrell, two torrents of black and white converge orthogonally on the plain of Corcovado.
In the black torrent of dwarven heavy cavalry, the dwarf king Carriffin watched the white formation in the distance, muttering to himself: "They are here too..."
The White Lion Legion that was trapped in Ariel was making the final counterattack, and the human knights put on their final assault formation, and a purple crystal ocean was surging forward from the front—but the humans were shocked to see their former enemies. The quinine’s lion-men splayed an army that approached them from one side, and then stopped parallel to them side by side...
The human side vaguely felt the intentions of the Toquinines, but it was still uncertain.
Under the order, the knight who passed the order played the banner of inquiry, a golden swallow-tail flag—
Is it an ally
The lion man hesitated for a moment, and then erected a holy white banner, on which seven holy emblems fluttered in the wind.
Respond with the sacred oath.
General Von Norma stood on the remaining city wall, seeing this scene, the saber in his hand fell to the ground with a bang.
Woo-
The horn rang.
The army of dwarves has been killed first, and the humans and lionmen are not hesitating—the knights begin to accelerate, and there is a roar on the Corcova Plain. The tribal coalition forces hit the sea of crystal clusters head-on, like three hot knives that cut butter. The first one was the dwarven heavy cavalry. Each dwarven heavy cavalry was a moving fortress. Immediately set off a frenzy in the purple ocean.
Under the careful protection of Bresson, Manrique and the knights, Dilphary kept closely following the dwarves' battle group.
"Miss Oathkeeper," after the dwarf king Carriffin knocked off a cluster of crystals, he still had time to turn back and speak to Dilphary among the knights: "Have you thought about it, after the battle here is won," Where do you plan to send the holy sword?"
Dilphary looked at the dwarf king, her eyes fell on the holy white banner, and the long box in her hand was held tighter.
But there was already a figure flashing in her heart, and she nodded seriously.
The sun shining from the plateau of Balta carries the warmth of winter—
When the inferior knight commander Adams, who belonged to the Fifth Legion of the White Lions, woke up, he felt himself bumped and he was being carried on his back by himself.
In his mind, he replayed the messy memories before the coma-the monster that had crossed the ruins of Airel and rushed towards his column like a tide, General Von Norma issued a death order to guard the street, his companion in the battle Less and less, until he was the last one.
Facing the monsters around him, only the determination to fight bravely remained in his heart.
Shouldn't I be dead
Adams struggled to look up, to see who saved him-did General von Norma's strategy work? Has the White Lion Corps regained the intersection? Did they win the final victory? Is Allel City saved? How many casualties are there
But what caught his eyes was a long snow-white mane.
The lion man turned his head and looked at the human on his shoulder. There was a long and narrow scar on his face, and the green eyeballs seemed to be embedded in the middle of the scar.
Toquinine Lion.
Adams is very familiar with one of the opponents of these White Lions. Every year after the winter, there are several confrontations between humans and lions. This kind of hatred lasted for hundreds of years, and it was deeply carved into the bones of every White Lion Corps non-commissioned officer, and the same was true for Torquinine's Lions.
But how can they be here, and still rescue themselves-their enemies
"... You saved me?"
"With a little effort," the Lion-man replied indifferently, striding forward, crossing the ruined street: "You can remember my name, my name is Scheer, and I will be the greatest in the future. hero."
Adams couldn't help but look back at this arrogant fellow, but saw that the other person's eyes were firmly fixed on the distant horizon, with dazzling light reflected in the depths of his eyes.
There, there is a sword—
…
"Don't be too early, Martha." Roman stood on a hill outside the Dengbao, sneer watching all this.
Hundreds of miles away, the head of the female mercenary suddenly moved his eyelids and shocked everyone.
"Come on, Miss Yuta, she is awake!"
There was a panic.
And in the same panic, in the desert country of Rubik far south of the continent of Vonde, grave guards in gray robes are running towards the center of the temple in groups, each with a solemn expression on their faces. Look, the bells ringing over the city.
Adeni stood behind Naquel, looking at the slowly opening main door of the temple with some disbelief.
This is something that hasn't happened in a thousand years.
Accompanied by the twelve tomb guards, the great elder looked solemn and came to the two of them with a blue dagger in his hand.
"Then... Is that the Holy Sword of Wisdom?" Adeni asked stutteringly.
Naquel nodded.
Ring of the World—
The archdruid of the Sky Ring opened the window, and the breath of the wind rushed in—even in the harsh winter, the trade winds of the circulating world could bring back the breath of summer. A green leaf flew into the window and fell on his hand.
The Arch Druid raised his loose eyebrows, and a wry smile appeared on his face: "The little guy has a problem for us."
"grown ups?"
"Go, let me see if it's that person."
He looked back.
Outside the window, the scenery of Airland Tower is beautiful and picturesque.
…
"... After the age of silver, do the Bujas still remember their glory and promises? As the guardian of the Council of Truth, the guardian of the knowledge of the large library, the descendants of the wise ancestors, the cloth flowing with the blood of silver Does the Canadian seek power or wisdom? On the towering holy white minaret, is it the truth of the law or the ruling of destruction? The profound meaning of the universe that everyone has explored in the near infinite life is just Is it the abuse and trampling of the weak, or the persistence of true knowledge?"
"... I believe that Buja people are wise, because no matter how the pros and cons are weighed, or how to choose between gains and losses, it is always knowledge and truth, not strength and power, that make the silver people more brilliant; I believe that wise men have a long-term vision. , You can break through the fog and see the true future of the silver city-state; I believe in civilization, not barbarism, just as I believe that wisdom will eventually defeat greed, and I believe that the people on the cloud can make myself a one that will last them forever. I won’t regret the decision... ”
"Because I believe that we still have a glorious future. And that's all I want to say, all—"
Canach—
In the cloud temple, a white robe and holy daughter of the prime minister gently threw away the speech draft in her hand, raised her head, and looked at the thousands of silver people above the circular staircase.
There was no sound.
Solomon stood beside Delphine with a low eyebrow, his expression calm. He raised his head and looked at his colleagues. In the twin pupils that burned with the flames of wisdom and penetrated everything, he seemed very calm: "Vote."
Thousands of hands were raised, no objection, no abstention.
The fairy Ms. Tanya stood on Huang Huo's shoulders, her silver eyes looked at the somewhat calm and proud human girl in shock.
Then there was applause like a storm, sweeping the audience.
The year of the sword, the first day of the month of Dongqin.
The Bugans announced their break with the Sadadrs, and the wizarding war had just begun and it was almost over—
…
When Antitina woke up, she already felt that warm and familiar embrace.
She raised her head weakly and looked at the familiar face—and Miss Freya's somewhat complicated look. She struggled quickly, but did not break free from Brando's embrace.
Her face turned a little red: "Lord Lord... What's wrong with me, me?"
Brando looked at the silver pattern on the right hand of his assistant lady, and replied word by word:
"You saved everything, Antitina."
…