"Murros, you are crazy."
"It's not me who is crazy, Mephistopheles, do you think you can destroy all of this? Wrong, you can't do anything." The robe on the high priest Muros was stirred by the hot wind, and a grinning grin appeared on his cold face. : "Don't compare me with those who are greedy for life and fear of death. You and what they pursue are not worth mentioning to me. Haha, my goal is extremely lofty."
"Merros," Gray Sword Saint carried the big sword on his shoulders, his gray eyes burned with crazier light, golden lava gushing out from the ground, but he seemed to turn a blind eye-on the contrary, his face showed his white teeth. , Staring at the chief priest as if it was a beast that chose to eat, "You made a mistake."
"Your purpose, I don't care at all. I just came to kill you."
"No one who kills can go unpunished. I am no exception, and you are no exception, including His Majesty the Emperor of the Cruz Empire."
"So," the black-clothed and gray-haired uncle raised the sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword pointed to the surprised looking Murros: "Please go to hell."
A gray ripple spread from the tip of his sword. In an instant, the Loxbée Palace disappeared, and the Great Temple of Andreux disappeared, leaving only a vast gray plain between the two. The underground flames seemed to have lost their last bondage, and rose up in an instant, and a sea of flames rose from the feet of Murros and Mephistopheles—
The ten-ring spell was finally completely conceived and completed at this moment, exploding its greatest power. It was as if a golden flaming sword pierced the blade from the ground. The blade was hundreds of feet wide and plunged straight into the sky. From a distance of dozens of miles, you could see a beam of light exploding on the muddy sky.
A golden-red cross shone in the air.
All the power of terror burned the gray sword saint’s robe, revealing the inner armor, and the dark armor gradually turned into golden red. The gray lines of law flickered, and each one was dazzling, even his eyebrows. It burns with the hair, just like a burning man.
But Mephistopheles did not hear, step by step from the flames, the flames burned on him, but it seemed cold and not warm. With golden red flames reflected in his eyes, he approached Murros step by step, like a monster coming out of a pool of lava in hell.
The Grey Sword Saint raised the sword, and the golden red piece on the sword had turned into a huge flame sword.
"No, flames can't hurt you... No, you are protected by the power of this world... Where is this...?" Murros screamed.
"Muros, with your strongest attacking spell, plus your elemental power, you are not without the chance of a battle; but you chose this large-scale spell, you are too greedy." Mephistopheles step by step Approaching him, shook his head and replied.
"Finally, the plain, the gray field... That's how it is..." Murros suddenly showed enlightenment in his eyes, "So that's the way it is, this is the fourth stage!"
He suddenly screamed, and the Grey Sword Saint thrust a sword into his chest. The chief priest who was guiding the spell couldn't move at all, and the terrifying backlash immediately poured into his body and burned his hands and feet in an instant.
"Ah!" Murros suddenly smiled sharply: "Haha, you think I am greedy! You are wrong, cough cough... Mephistopheles, why don't you save them... They are dead..."
Grey Sword Saint looked at him with a pity in his eyes.
Murros suddenly stopped, with a look of error on his face: "What do you mean by this look?"
"Murros."
"You look down on him too much."
"he?"
Grey Sword Saint nodded.
Murros coughed violently, and the brilliance in his eyes was quickly receding. At the last moment of his life, he seemed to see the huge ring again—all things return to the ring, all things return to one.
The Flame Temple's eyes widened, almost moaning| groaned: "Futility... No effort, no effort, you... never... won't... understand... the... essence of the world..."
…
"Brando!"
Brando took the princess and her team out of the ruins of the Andreux Great Temple and heard a familiar voice calling his name; he turned his head and saw the shadows of people in a sea of fire, and The headed knight looked back and saw his own group of people.
Brando smiled: "Brayson, meet again."
The young man immediately smiled on his indifferent face: "It's really been a long time since I saw you. I didn't expect to be in the same trench with you this time."
"Eruin should have been in the same trench." Brando replied.
Bresson was taken aback, then nodded.
He got off his horse, came to the crowd, and saluted Nimesis and Princess Griffin separately: "Your Royal Highness, Knight Commander Nimesis."
"How's the situation?" Nimesis was pale, with blood on the corners of her mouth. If Brando hadn't been supporting her, she would have been unable to stand still, but she still asked for the first time.
"The guards came first. Freya and Muko commanded the students to repel them several times. Now they are shrinking back to Juggler Street and Siqi Street, but there are no construction works. They should be waiting for reinforcements."
Brayson answered very proudly. He has a reason to be proud—the students of the Royal Knights Academy are now almost the backbone of the kingdom. They were originally selected from the best young people among the nobles and garrisons in the south. After systematic learning and training, they are now called the group of talents with the highest military literacy in Eruin.
This is not boasting, and it is also proven in the history that Brando knows; this army of non-commissioned officers is the main force in the future conquests of the Princess Regent.
"Where's the patrol cavalry? Where's the Black Blade Legion?" Nimesis frowned.
"They won't come." Brando interjected. Even in the heavy rain, the wharf area was full of flames—want to come to Sanir and its clansmen had already succeeded—of course Brando didn’t know that the Naga clan was attacking the inner city at this moment. In his vision, only Naga would attack. Getting down to the port will suffice to attract the attention of the defenders of Amperthel.
As for the Black Blade Legion, at this moment the dragon knights on both sides above Ampersel are fighting together, and the corpses of flying dragons or birds of prey fall from the sky from time to time, falling to pieces.
For Brando, persuading the Army of the South is actually very simple, ironic, because Eru, because of the domestic situation, the army that guarded the kingdom's frontiers actually fell into a forgotten end. In fact, the royal party has acquiesced to let Count Denell and Madara collude, so the life of the Southern Army will be even more difficult.
In fact, two years later in history, after the current commander of the Southern Army Corps died in battle, the Legion basically fell apart and was removed from history. Later, after Elu revived and Madara invaded twice, the southern border fell almost overnight, causing the Valkyrie to be hated by the enemy in the Crimson Canyon. In fact, a large part of the reason was the evil results that the royal party planted today.
The demise of the Southern Legion in this era seems to be a compromise to Count Jean-Dennell. Although the royal party won the victory in the end, it deeply hurt the hearts of all people in the south.
Brando will naturally not let this happen again, but it has been lacking an opportunity. What's more, he didn't know where the Southern Army was at the moment, until the appearance of Nostar, a real opportunity appeared in front of him.
The two sides almost hit it off, and the dead-end Southern Legion desperately needed an ally, especially Brando, who could even use the name of the princess. At the same time, unlike the royal party, he didn't have a good feeling for Jean Denell, so he changed hands and sold the Lord Earl.
In fact, it can't be said to sell. Originally, he and this Lord Earl were immortal enemies, and the alliance with the Southern Legion can be said to kill two birds with one stone.
And today, the Southern Legion will be able to say that the entire Eruin’s most powerful Dragon Cavalry regiment is sent here to support the princess. In fact, it is also part of the content of this alliance, but the content of this alliance is far more than that.
Brando only thought that I'm afraid Jean Denell's good days would soon end.
But his thoughts are only fleeting, because everyone is looking at him at the moment.
"Our allies are restraining them," Brando replied immediately, "Breson, are there any guards in the direction of the King's Trail and Forest Avenue?"
Bresson looked at Nimesis on the side, and the black-haired female knight looked at Princess Griffin—the half-elf princess standing in the middle of the crowd wearing a rain cloak, her face still pale, she Nodded, "Leave everything to Mr. Brando."
"But wait a minute," Princess Griffin raised her head and looked at Brando and said: "Mr. Brando, Amperexel is a famous city in history. In these histories there are many things in addition to money and power. The things that are truly precious to the Eruin people besides desire... If it is not compelling, I hope you..."
"I know." Brando nodded. It seems that the previous demolition of the Ande Füller Great Temple has made the other party feel grieved. In fact, it is not only the princess, but he is also heartbroken; as Griffith said. It is said that this is a kingdom with a long history. There are many things in this land that are regarded as spiritual symbols. If it is only to achieve victory and completely destroy all of them, for this ancient kingdom and its people The damage is unimaginable.
But war is war, Brando can only answer in this way: "We will try our best to protect all of this, your Royal Highness, what we want is not a ruined Eruin."
Princess Griffin nodded calmly, agreeing.
He looked back.
Breson glanced at him, and nodded at him with some approval. He was born in Braggs. There is a famous clock tower in Braggs. Almost all people who grew up in Braggs have accompanied this clock tower from childhood memories and proudly regard it as a symbol of Braggs, if one day This clock tower collapsed during the war, I believe all Braggs people will feel sad for it.
Sometimes these spiritual symbols are not only a precious wealth, but also a symbol of hope. As long as they are still there, Eruin will eventually be reborn from the ashes. This is the power of culture, and Bresson also deeply agrees with this:
"Brando, there is no trace of the guards in the direction of the King's Trail and Forest Avenue, but from here to the north, there should be a garrison group stationed near the north gate of Ampersel."
Although the Great Sanctuary is located on the central axis of Ampersel, its actual location is close to the port area to the east, in fact it is in the center of the old port city. There are five avenues leading to this temple. The King's Trail and Forest Road are on the north of the temple, while the Juggler Street and Siqi Street are on the south, and there is also Haiyan Street that leads east to the Port Haiyan Fortress.
Brando allowed Nagar to occupy the port, and his actual plan was to let the princess and her team break through to the north, to near the silver lighthouse in Frogs outside the city, where there was a boat waiting for them, and then both sides left the silver lighthouse After the bay, it converged on the sea off Ampersel.
This plan looks extremely bold, but it is full of feasibility. First of all, the north leads to the hinterland controlled by the Grand Duke of Westfah. No one would have thought that they would break through to the north. Second, the sea storms raged on, and there was almost no possibility of leaving Amperel through the open sea.
But all this is possible because of the existence of the sea magic whale.
From now on, it seems that the opponent does indeed place heavy troops in the direction of the South Gate. Brando listened to Bresson's description and replied: "Ampersel has a Hong Kong Guard force of nearly 30,000. It is normal to have a brigade in front of us."
He looked up: "How many people do we have."
"More than two hundred non-commissioned officers are under the command of Freya and Muke."
"Two hundred to one thousand." Brando silently looked into the darkness of the north—this is the two hundred non-commissioned students of the Royal Knights Academy. According to legend, the most important force that dominates Eluin’s ZTE, this elite team belonging to the princess has always It was only in the Second Black Rose War that the last drop of blood was shed, and the entire army was destroyed in Crimson Canyon with the Valkyrie.
But in this era of Eruin, no army is their opponent.
He raised his head, the wind and rain fell on him in the darkness.
"His Royal Highness, please order us to break through to the north and join my men."
…
The brazier in the Haiyan fortress was burning, and the faces of everyone in the hurry around were flushed, but the warmth could not dissipate the chill in the hearts of everyone in the hall, and everyone in charge had a gloomy face.
The Marquis of Julian frowned and sat at the long table, which was a huge map of the port of Amperexel and the surrounding area. There are more and more indicators on the map that represent the enemy. According to the latest round of intelligence, Naga has already attacked the Chamber of Commerce Street along Haiyan Avenue. If Haiyan Fortress can’t stop them...
Then the inner city is a smooth road ahead of them.
The Marquis-sama rubbed his frowning brows: "Go, go out and have a look." After that, he stood upright, his clothes rustling. Before he could stop him from left to right, the commander of the Amperthel Port Guard had already pushed open the door with a bang—
There was a violent storm, lightning and thunder.
"grown ups."
Julian was silent, he watched the rain, and there was already a rush of people in the nearby streets. The flag representing the Hong Kong Guard still appeared on several main streets near Haiyan Avenue, but several of them have become prominent parts on the fiercely engaged battlefield. Naga’s offensive is extremely fierce-this is not a looting at all, but Invasion.
Their enemy soon became clear, the Guards of Greyfin Naga.
The Guards of the Greyfin Naga are the standard Tier 2 troops in the game, not to mention the Port Guards of Ampersel, even the regular troops of Eruin are not their opponents.
The dazzling Poseidon's scepter was like a sharp sword hanging in everyone's hearts, making them not in the mood to speak at all.
A little further amidst the silence, it was the vague darkness—except for the sky-shaking fight and the proof that there were battles in those places, the entire port had almost become a life-swallowing behemoth.
Heavy casualties—
"Zinopa? Lee and his patrol cavalry are still insisting, but they won't last long." The Marquis looked back: "Let Eben and Inest bring their troops to support us."
"My lord, but the chief priest ordered that the defense force of the South Gate must not be tuned."
"Now I have the final say," the Marquis stood in the rain and interrupted him boldly. He turned his head and said word by word: "This is Amperisel, and the Frada Forest is in the south. Across the mountains of Anlek. Why should we put a lot of defensive force at the South Gate? Has the Royal Party hit the door?"
"But your Royal Highness..."
"That has nothing to do with us," the Marquis replied coldly: "Remember, we are soldiers of Ampersel. It is our duty to protect this port. If there is any problem with the priest, let him come to me. "
The knights around him looked at each other for a while, then glanced at each other, saluted the veteran soldier who had guarded Ampersel for more than ten years, and finally left the hall one by one.
The Marquis sighed.
He put his hand on the icy battlement, and suddenly felt that this kingdom was like this harbor, swaying in the storm in this dark storm.
He couldn't help looking over the dark sea.
A bright beam of light rises from the surface of the sea—
Caglisi watched this beam of light rise and turned back, and the White Lion Army was ready to go behind him, but there were only a hundred people, but there were tens of thousands of people. It is difficult for ordinary people to believe that this is an army from Tonigel, and less than half a year ago, they were just a group of young people from the countryside.
His heart was full of enthusiasm.
Kaglisi felt that he might have made one of the most important choices in his life. He didn't know whether this choice was right or wrong, but at least he would not regret this choice.
"Miss Antitina."
"I saw it too," Anttina, who was standing in the wind and rain, turned her head, her eyes were dark and faint: "The time is up, you are ready to go, please be sure to escort Lord Lord back safely."
"I see."
"Caglisi, remember, it is not the royal party that can save Eruin, not the princess, but the lord." The lady of the staff replied quietly.
Kaglisi was startled slightly, "Miss Antitina, do you also think Lord Lord should not take this risk?"
"That's unwise," Antitina sighed, "But because of this, we think he can save this dark age. Even if he is clumsy, my father said-some people are born to give Others bring light."
"We follow him."
"I just want to see a miracle."
"That's it."
Kaglisi was silent, but nodded seriously. He watched this aristocratic daughter, who had always been weak, turned and walked back into the room, as if carrying some decisive power on her body, and the same power was also burning in his heart.
He looked back.
Countless pairs of bright eyes focused on him, and every young man carried the same mark on his body. They walked here from the ring of trade winds, and they had witnessed miracles with their own eyes-in the same endless darkness of wind and rain, a pillar of light ran through the world, making people unforgettable forever.
The one who brought light is now in this city.
In this dark storm.
He raised the command sword—
Antitina looked at these young people for the last time, watching their white armor disappear one by one in the rain—perhaps it should be called the White Lion Legion by now—they entrusted the ideals of this era, from a certain glorious history Come out, under his leadership.
What changes will it bring to this kingdom
Or a splash in the long river of history
Antitina pushed open the door silently, and saw Roman sitting in the house with a tight heart. She was worried that the eldest lady would use Princess Magdal as a toy, but now she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Roman?"
"Antitina." Roman said solemnly.
"En?" Antitina was startled slightly, in her impression that this eldest lady who had always been a big businessman had never looked like this.
"Antitina, I'm sorry," the merchant lady nodded, "but Roman is going to Brando soon."
"What? Wait, you don't—" Antitina was taken aback. The young people of the White Lions were about to set off, and their incompetent personnel had to get on the ship immediately, and then go to the open sea to meet Brando. , Roman shouldn't have any problems right now.
But before she finished speaking, she suddenly realized that she couldn't move.
"Roman, you hate!"
"Antitina, you have finished listening to Roman," Roman stared at Antitina's eyes, shocking the noble daughter. She had never seen the other person's eyes: "Brando is in danger. This is a trap, only Roman can help him."
"Antitina, so Roman is leaving soon."
"Princess Magdal will leave it to Antitina. Please take care of her."
"This is the task assigned by Brando to Little Roman, and now Little Roman has passed it on to you."
When the merchant lady finished saying this, she had already pushed the door. Antitina only heard her last words: "Sister White, let's go... Please hurry up, Princess Magdal told me that time is running out..."
Her face was pale.