"At present, the main attack direction of the Twilight Species comes from the west of Alcash, the south and the areas of Andzlova and Anzeruta, the north of Enzan and Ellanta to the east, and the south of the Dead Moon Sea. Among them, the Twilight Army The offensive force in the west is mainly composed of crystal clusters. Sometimes a small part of nightmare and betrayal dragons can be collectively called the crystal cluster army; while the dusk force in the north, according to our observation, is mainly composed of noble races. Sometimes a part of the demons, we can call it a coalition of the Noh race and the demons."
The night is deep and everything is quiet, but the unfinished meetings in the day are still going on in the tent.
The light of the butter torch illuminates the huge tent with bright lights, and the shadows are dazzling. The head of the Holy Light Knight Order of the Faenzan people is holding a pointed wooden stick and gesturing on the huge spread map. But soon, a middle-aged man with black hair, dark eyes and pale face in a black military uniform stood up to replace him. The silver rose emblem on his chest represented the identity of his Madara soldier. It is Auguste, a model of the black nobility, and a famous general of Madara, who is known as the pride of the black rose in later generations.
At least in this era, Madara's shining star will eclipse any neighboring country. Among the upper-middle-ranking officers, one would be a well-known figure in later generations, not to mention that there are a large number of future geniuses like Greta, Instaron, and Targus who are still buried in lower-ranking officers.
Looking at Tagus and Instaron standing behind Auguste, Brando had a bit of envy in his eyes. This is the feeling of a large number of talents-in comparison, Eruin, although everything is on the right track, But after the king's party fell apart, the outstanding figures of this generation of nobles have become withered, as if they were a little broken.
Of course, there is no regret in his heart-the birth of a genius will often bring great benefits to a kingdom, but if the genius has a bad heart, the damage it will bring is equally heavy. Only those who have the same ideals and beliefs can be regarded as usable by Eruin. Fortunately, the aging generation has withdrawn from history, and among the young Eruin of this generation, there will also be many heroes who will grow up in the future-Valkyrie, Haruze, Antitina, Chiara, Mikaya, Bresson, Muke, Manrique, Roka, Cagliis, Bresson and even Akane, as well as the daughter of Eko who just fell to the ground, the last hero of Eruin in history, Elara .
When the young generation of Eruin grows up, the kingdom will surely usher in a brand new situation. Perhaps in only twenty years, or even ten years, a new empire will be like Malada in this era. Ender rose slowly.
And all the conditions it needs now are just time.
But time, in terms of lightness, is already an unbearable weight for this world. Brando stood alone in the darkness outside the tent, silently gazing at the stars above the wilderness, without saying a word, recalling many past memories in his heart.
It’s Buche, the mountains of Chablis, the fir castle, the ring of trade winds, or even the dead frost forest and Sillman’s cold rain, maybe earlier, the one that came from before the epoch, the water-horse-horse-ridden, bizarre world.
He once remembered many people, comrades-in-arms, colleagues, friends, subordinates and even relatives and lovers, but at the end of everything, how many people would still remember him? He couldn't help but stretch out his hand to grab the starry sky, how similar this night was to that summer night in the Flowery Year, he seemed to grab the starry sky into his palm and let everything go back to the beginning.
But even if history repeats itself, can he do everything better
Brando asked himself, but found that he didn't regret too much.
"Little Roman." He whispered the name, and touched his cheek with his hand, it was a little wet.
Time, that may be what he wants everyone to fight for—
Someone opened the tent and walked out and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.
"What are you thinking about, respectable Lord of Flames?" the voice asked.
Brando turned around, only to find that the other person was a stranger. Black hair, dark eyes, and pale face-this is a typical sign of the Madara black nobleman, but the opponent is very young, Brando hesitated for a moment, and recognized him: "Greta."
"Do you know me?" Greta was a little surprised.
Brando smiled, he could not know anyone, but he would never know this masterpiece of Madara. Perhaps in his time, using the title of God of War to describe Greta was a bit inconsistent. After all, even in the first thirty years of the Second Age, this young man from the dark noble family of Sylma was nothing but talent. Just over sixty years old.
Most of the dark nobles are actually humans. They are Madaras. Although the outside world often calls them the descendants of exiles, the Madaras are proud of their status.
They were loyal to the Dragon of Darkness and never regretted it.
Undoubtedly, people will never doubt that in the thousand years after the glorious return year, Greta will be the ruler of this era; and in the history before this, there will be no one. His achievements can surpass him-even if it is the lord of Lorrindale, the genius of the wind elves, Isdoville, even if it is his grandfather, the earth sword saint Darus.
Because this is Greta, although Brando can no longer see it, he has no doubt that even if time passes for several centuries, the name of this military god will continue to be suppressed for many generations after that. . The greatest misfortune of a genius is to live in a similar era with a more genius.
After the Eruin and the Madaras ruled out the hostile relationship, they were able to surprise the future military god. Brando felt a little happy. He smiled and replied: "You are a Madara, you should I have heard of the black prophecy."
Greta seemed to think of something, and his eyes widened in surprise: "Could it be that the legend is true? You are really the dragon of darkness?"
Brando asked seriously: "Isn't it right now? Don't forget my relationship with your emperor. I also held a mercury rod."
Greta laughed twice, and began to regret that he shouldn't have slipped out alone—he thought the young Lord of the Flame was an interesting person, but now it looks really interesting, but it's just a little interesting. Too much.
"... Honorable Majesty, don't make jokes about me as a little character."
"In your opinion, is this a joke?" Brando asked seriously.
Greta suddenly fell silent. Although the Madara people had their own emperor, they had sworn allegiance to Odin, and they had never changed this oath. If Brando is really the one who should take the oath, then the Lord of Flame is also the object of his allegiance-his respect is even more than that of the emperor himself.
There was a hesitant look on his face. The rumors that the Earl Tonigel was the dragon of darkness actually began to circulate a few years ago. The witches’ allegiance to him is a testament to this. Therefore, even this posterity The military god also had to carefully consider its possibility.
Of course, if it were decades later, he wouldn't be fooled by such a small joke as Brando.
Brando looked at the future military god with a hesitant and struggling look, and the evil taste in his heart was greatly satisfied. He was very self-knowing and understood that he was impossible to defeat in his mind or military talent. This generation of famous generals, perhaps this will be the only time in his life that he has an advantage when facing Greta.
But only this one time was enough to make him proud. After all, Greta's future title is undefeated, and the person who can deflate him, the entire Vaughan is probably only the Queen.
And now at least one more has been added, and that is the hero of the Tonigel people, Brando.
Brando finally couldn't help but laugh, patted Greta on the shoulder, feeling frustrated, as if he had figured out something, and turned and walked into the tent. Only Greta was standing outside the tent with a dark face like the bottom of a pot. If he still didn't understand that the Lord of the Flames was doing the hot water by himself at this time, then he would call it this name in vain.
The discussion in the tent has reached an intense level—
The Faenzan promised to work with the wild elves to block the attack of the Allied forces of the Nohs and the demons in the Great Glacier. In fact, as early as the Year of the Sword, they had already built a strong line of defense in the outer area of the Great Glacier. At this moment, this line of defense is in the charge of Her Royal Highness Alkaf, the sister of the Elf Queen. Although the offensive of the Neng Clan and the Devil are fierce, the defense is equally tough and guarantees that the minions of the Twilight Dragon will not continue to go south in a short time.
But the dwarf king Carriffin sneered at this. He came to Manktor's side this time to escort the Holy Sword Missor, but more importantly, it brought a warning to everyone. In the battle of the saints, the reason why he abandoned the covenant and left, even caused the lion people to bear a thousand years of shame for this. The reason is that the dwarves were temporarily warned by the earth temple during that war, and it has been silent for a long time. Himmelud, the god of the mountain, suddenly sent an oracle, asking them to leave the mortal battlefield to go beyond the elemental boundary to participate in another war-to protect the holy land of the dwarves, the war of the Silver Plains.
This secret was previously unknown to the world, but in this era, everyone already knew the outcome of this war.
It was Brando that really brought the news of the defeat of the war.
After returning from the world of stagnation, he will let Andrea and others spread the news of the battle of Finhotos. In that battle, although the unnamed, the silver elves and the army of Madara joined forces to repel The power of Twilight, but that was actually just a failed terminator for the war beyond the elemental boundary for this thousand years.
In this long war, the Land Legion was killed and wounded, and in the end it could only exist in the physical realm in the form of heroic spirits, and they ultimately failed to guard the stagnant realm and the elemental boundary. Although Brando brought back the last guard of the goddess of war, the dragon of twilight also revealed the real secret of the stagnant world.
Fortunately, all this is just a hoax carefully set up by Odin and Martha for the chaos lord.
At least he didn't let the final throne fall into Twilight's hands.
Shortly after the Battle of Finhotos, the dwarf king Carriffin also returned to the material world. After the entire battle, his understanding of this war was completely different from Brando. Brando saw only the Throne of the End, but Carriffin clearly saw more.
"What I have to remind you is," the Dwarf King slammed his warhammer on the table and said to everyone in a rough voice: "Unlike many people's imagination, the tide of magic is only the awakening of the twilight dragon. Omen, but about the war itself, it had already begun a thousand years ago. Now the war surrounding the elemental frontier is over—and the Twilight Army that once defeated the Land Legion and ours, I have to regret it. I tell you that their preparations for this war are far more adequate than you think."
Duke Ludwig stood up. He came here today as a representative of the Cruze’s military: "Your Majesty Carriffin, what you mean is that in the previous battle, what we saw was only a part of the twilight minions. A small part of the power? And its true power is still outside the elemental boundary, and maybe we will see it soon?"
"It would be great if it were just that simple," Carriffin sneered: "How long has it been since the Battle of Finhotos in the southern part of the Dead Moon Sea? Is it necessary to travel from the elemental boundary to the material world? Is the first half of the year long? You must understand that the dwarves also returned to Warnd from that battlefield. There is no reason why the army of twilight will go slower than my army of dwarves."
"Isn’t it true that the main force of the Twilight Dragon had already returned to Vonde before the battle of Alkash, so why didn’t they cooperate with the internal strife of the Sasald to wipe us out? We must know that it was the entire order at that time. Isn't it when the world is weakest?" Someone objected.
"That's because there are not so many Twilight Army in front of the Cruz people. Depending on the unstable teleportation points in Cruz, it is impossible for the main force of the Twilight Army to reach Voend. This does not mean that the Twilight Dragon can't help it, except for the Cruz people. , The Madaras and the Faenzans might as well talk about it, when was the first time you fought the Dusk Seed?" asked the Dwarf King.
The faces of Auguste and the head of the Holy Knights of Light changed at the same time.
In fact, the army of crystal clusters in Cruz appeared after the black moon fell, but even so, the Cruz people have been defeated in a row, and an immeasurable force has been formed in a short time.
But the crystal clusters that appeared in the south of Madara did not appear in the last one or two years.
"Your Majesty the Dwarf King, are you saying that the crystal clusters in the southern part of the Dead Moon Sea may be far more than what Madara can see?" August stood up and asked nervously.
The dwarf king continued to shook his head: "The Twilight Army in the southern part of the Dead Moon Sea was actually only prepared for the First Battle of Fenhotos. Although the Twilight Dragon had been preparing for it decades ago. However, the real threat did not come from Here, I am even more worried about the twilight army in the glacier, your lord, may you please tell me when did you start fighting the twilight dragon?"
The head of the Holy Knights of Light had a pale face and said nothing.
"Your Excellency, Grand Captain?" Duke Ludwig couldn't help asking.
The atmosphere in the tent was a bit cold for a while, and obviously everyone felt something was wrong in the face of the head of the Holy Knights of Light.
If the Twilight Dragon has really built a stable invasion point in the Great Glacier, then after its army returned from the battlefield of Finhotos, it has been planning something silently for the past six months. what
The head of the Supreme Judgment Knights who was sitting aside also burst into thin sweat on his forehead.
It suddenly occurred to him that it seemed that there had been no news about the glacier for a long time; but they had never considered the possibility that the alliance of the Faenzan and the wild elves would encounter unexpected events, after all, it was the commonality of the two empires. Strength, and the support of the druids from behind—even if it fails, it won't be unspoken.
But what if what the dwarf king Carriffin said is true
Obviously it would not be meaningless for the Twilight Dragon to conceal its intentions.
"If I remember correctly," he answered Akasi among the twelve wizards. Obviously Buja talent has the most say in monitoring the civilization border: "The crystal clusters in the glacier should be more than six hundred years old. We first discovered the vision there. The Noh race and the demons discovered a huge seal underneath the glacier. We tried to attack several times but failed, but we have the most talk about this issue. Quan is not actually a Buga—"
He said, looking at Fuxia who was aside.
The Seven-Pole Dragon King was nominally sealed in the Great Glacier, but in fact he was the inspector of that seal. For hundreds of years, she has been monitoring the movements of the demons and the Noh race in that direction.
And Yuki's black-robed wizards are actually her subordinates.
But facing the problem of Akasi, the evil dragon king also shook his head.
"About two hundred years ago, the battle outside the elemental boundary was in rush. I entrusted the affairs of the world to Yuki and then went to the Silver Plains. Now the true situation in the Great Glacier is probably only him and his black-robed wizard. We know what is going on."
Fuxia replied indifferently: "But you don't have to worry too much. I met William a year ago. He entrusted me to intervene in the process of the war on the mainland, and he should have already gone to the Great Glacier. In."
But before she finished her words, an old voice shattered everyone's hope.
"No, Fusia... You and I might be wrong..."
An old man walked in from outside.
If it hadn’t been for the silver ring of knowledge that represented the wizard leader and the city of Kanaiqi in his hand, everyone would hardly recognize it. This pale face, described as a withered, silver robe almost stained with blood, was the old man who was once famous. The recorder of the Wanfa-William Peist.
He stood quietly at the door, looking at everyone.
The tent was a little frighteningly quiet.
"... Yuki is dead, and the black wizard is no longer alive."
"And I suspect that His Royal Highness Alcaf may have been more ill-adjusted..."
"Northern Line of Defense, it's over—"