The cry of killing shook the world.
As if black feather arrows covered the sky and the sun, countless undead pouring from the crimson earth, unclear cry of human misery, despair or anger came from behind, Freya wanted to turn her head as best as she could. But he couldn't move. Then the girl saw a knight covered with white phosphorous flames sitting on top of a skeletal horse and walking towards her. The other side looked at her condescendingly. She had to revisit the blazing flames in her eyes every night this week.
But this dream was so real that Freya was too nervous to speak, staring at each other with wide-eyed eyes.
"You shouldn't have woken up, the descendants of Valkyrie have too heavy a burden on their backs," the knight said in a hoarse voice: "Don't take everything you own for unrealistic beliefs."
The knight raised the long sword in his hand: "Go back, or you will have no way to go back!" The voice was like a stern warning, and its hand sent forward, and the cold blade pierced her heart.
"Ah—" Freya yelled in fright, and sat up from the bed in a cold sweat. She couldn't help covering her chest and gasping for breath. This nightmare that had tortured her every day had been entangled with her somehow. Freya didn't know if it was caused by some kind of omen or due to too much training pressure recently. .
She felt her heart pounding, but the sound of rapid footsteps in the corridor outside quickly overwhelmed the sound. The dim light made Freya realize that she had returned to reality, and the footsteps outside should be those knights who relayed the message—since the war began in the South, it seems that there have been several times more personnel delivering information every day, and the large and small forces have been temporarily affected. This sudden war attracted the attention of the past, and even forgot that the kingdom itself was on the verge of civil war, because everyone knew that the dukes in the north would at least wait for the ice and snow to melt before driving Ampersel to the south. It makes Denell's war more like what Overwell jokingly calls the "appetizer before dinner".
This kind of appetizer is not a great irony for the Eruin nobles themselves, but the nobles seem to be disinclined, waiting cheerfully to see that the tiger, Dnell, has a few teeth left. For most people, the question remains on the number of teeth left by Earl Dernell. Of course, it is not that no one at the Royal Knights Academy believes Brando can win. At least Freya would nervously wait for news from the front lines every day.
The messenger walked through the long corridor and passed through the courtyard at the back of the dormitory. News about the war would be delivered to Princess Griffin first. The half-elf princess indifferently read the few lines on the thin parchment in her hand, and then put it down—the news that Pallas’s army and the “rebels” had been handed over had passed, but there was no substantial progress. .
"There are still one or two days." Griffiy thought to her heart, and she said to the messenger: "Make a few copies and take them to the other adults."
"Need to let other adults come over?"
"No, there will be a competition in the Moon of Winter Qin, and a hunting event in Winter Evening. Help me prepare. I'm going to see it myself."
The messenger bowed out.
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After reading the information in his hand,'Cunning Fox' Macaro couldn't help but shook his head and chuckled. He easily wanted to put the information on the top of the stack of documents on the desk beside him, but after thinking about it, he stopped to take back the original action, and walked out of his room with the thin parchment.
Holding the intelligence in his hand, Macaro went straight to the residence of Earl Violet, but was stopped by his servants and told his friend that he had gone to the arena of the athletic competition. Only then did Macaro remember that it seemed to be the case. He hurriedly borrowed a carriage to go to the competition arena a few miles away.
The athletic competition of the Moon of Winter Qin has a long history in Eruin and even the entire south of Cruz. The events of the competition include riding, spear and swordsmanship. Such competitions are mainly to prove their glory to the knights in various regions. People are keen on such activities, and the people can also satisfy their heroic complex in such games. In the Royal Knights Academy, such activities are even more significant. The students often compete fiercely for the crown woven from holly leaves in order to prove that they are the best knights of the year.
The competition started from the early hours of the morning, and by the morning it was already crowded. But Macaro is indeed a good friend of Baal, and it didn't take long for him to find each other in the crowd. The Violet Earl, also from Lantonilan, meticulously wore a purple coat with silver trim that matched his identity. There were three silver leaves on the cuffs of the coat to represent his identity. He didn't wear a hat, but he had one in his hand. Goblet, standing alone at the highest point of the wooden stands, blowing cold wind there.
Baal saw his friend walking towards him, raised his glass and smiled, "I know you don't like to drink Toldo in May or 7th."
"Actually, I don't like to drink any alcohol." Macaro replied irritably.
"I know, alcohol affects judgment, anyway, I don't make judgments." Earl Violet spread his hands.
"Have you received the news from Tonigel?" Macaro didn't want to entangle him on this issue.
"You mean that joke about how many teeth the old dog has?" Baal asked lightly.
"I want to ask how long do you think the'rebels' can be supported?"
"What do you think, don't you think that young man has the possibility of winning?" Baal played with the wine glass: "Behind him is a silver elf and a dragon."
"The silver spirit is just passing by."
"Where is the dragon?"
"The dragons would not have thought that their rash intervention in human affairs would cause a backlash in the temple. No one wants to provoke a holy war, even the most lawless princes in the kingdom."
"That's true, but that young man himself is no better than those who are sheltered by the family. With Pallas's character, he might suffer a big loss in his hands."
Macaro sneered: "Really, I think he is ridiculously stupid."
"What do you say?" Baal asked deliberately.
"I thought he would break it up into pieces and drag Pallas to Tonigel. The consumption of the 30,000 army is an astronomical figure. In addition, human beings and Madara do not trust each other. Over time, Palla No doubt he will be defeated."
"But that young man built a line of defense in the same place, preparing for a dignified battle with Pallas, and let our Mr.'Sly Fox' disappointed, right? Indeed, it is very troublesome for Dnell to be restrained by few individuals. Thing, but I heard that he managed Tonigel well. Perhaps he did this to ensure the grain output in the coming year. You thought that if he survived this battle, he would soon stabilize and become the real one for Denner. Are you worried?" Earl Violet raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.
Macaro looked at his friend.
Baal smiled blankly: "Indeed, I also think he can't survive, but maybe there will be miracles, you know, miracles in this world always appear when people hope. Now we are in need of this miracle, so I I prayed piously, maybe Master Martha will show me a miracle in my face."
It's too unreliable just to pin his hopes on something like miracles, which is illusory, so Macaro also knows that his friend is just joking, and his character has always been this way. However, what the two figures standing at the top of Eruin probably did not expect was that their unintentional conversation was accidentally overheard by a little girl under the wooden stands who was preparing for the next game.
"Freya, what's the matter with you?" A female college student pushed the bewildered girl, who seemed to have just recovered from her senses: "Huh? Huh?"
"Hey, why do you look so desperate, do you miss a man?" The girl couldn't help but laughed.
"... You, what are you talking nonsense." Freya's face flushed, saying that those noble girls are more courageous than her in matters between men and women. Although everyone is still talking about it, this girl from the countryside of Buche still feels overwhelmed.
But compared to this, she still cared more about the things she had heard before. She couldn't help asking: "Ti Sha, who was talking above just now?"
She asked about the girl next to her, her companion in the dormitory, named Tisha, who, as she herself said, was a girl from a small noble family who was chosen here because of her talent in magic.
"It seems to be a stand for aristocrats, right? There are big people over there." The girl replied: "Compared with the real big aristocrats above, the little aristocrats like us are like the difference between commoners and nobles. If Without permission, we can't even go up and talk to them rashly. This is extremely impolite behavior."
She seemed to think of Freya's origin, and couldn't help but uttered, "Ah, I'm sorry, Freya, you know I didn't mean that. But besides, after you leave here, you are at least half a nobleman. Now." The girl said a little shyly.
Freya just smiled at her, but her heart was panic. She didn't know what was going on on Brando's side, but now even the big people who control the fate of the kingdom are not optimistic about him. Does it mean that the situation there is already very critical? After all, Freya is still an aboriginal born and raised in Eruin, and her awe of authority cannot be reversed in a short while. At this moment, she just wants to grow a pair of wings and fly to Brando to spend this crisis with the young man. , Or die together at the worst—
Freya didn’t know what she was thinking anymore. She couldn’t help but think of the little things she and Brando had met. Of course, not all of them were good memories. She couldn’t help but think of herself when she was in the Golden Tree. I kindly went to him and Roman, he, he, he even murdered her, and often took advantage of her and Roman.
Freya flushed at the thought of this, but somehow, there was a little sweetness in her heart. It's just that this little sweetness turned into fear and depression in a blink of an eye, and even the outside voice calling her name was not heard for a while.
"It's up to you, Freya!" The girl on the side finally couldn't see it: "What's wrong with you, is it something uncomfortable?"
"No, no..." Freya remembered that she had come to participate in the competition. She picked up the spear in a panic, but was immediately stunned: "This is a swordsmanship competition..." the girl said grimly.
"Ah!" Freya just wanted to find a hole to drill down at this moment.
"Forget it, but don't hold on." The girl sighed and looked at her a little worriedly: "Remember to get a good grade. Hey, if I'm not familiar with you, I would think which one you want. The man thinks of nympho..."
Freya had just walked out of the stands and almost fell to the ground when she heard these words. Of course, she would not admit that she was thinking about Brando before. But when it comes to getting a better grade, it’s not easy to say, her spear skill and riding skill are both inexperienced levels. Although the sword skill is slightly better, they are excellent young people selected from all over Eruin. The same is not enough to watch.
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