"Dad... Dad... Save me..."
The little girl was crying as she crawled, her nose mixed with tears on her little face, and her white dress was already black and black and red.
The village outside the Acropolis of Bunoan, Youruo, was smeared with blood. The streets, the wells, and the sights were all covered with blood. The devil from the river of sulphur stringed the residents who had not had time to escape on the hooks and got out of the house. Dragged out, cruelly killed, and then hung on the tree in the village. The little girl screamed and called to her father, but her father might have become one of these unfortunate ones.
But the demons seemed to be playing with this little prey, having great fun from the little girl's anxiety and panic. They made her struggle in a pool of blood and mud, but every time she climbed a distance, a Hellhound came up to bite her white calf and dragged her back.
The little girl screamed and struggled, and the little devils not far away laughed in unison. This is like a feast for them. They unearthed a dying girl from the pile of corpses, grabbed her long flaxen hair with their claws, and then slashed her chest open with a sharp knife. Out of the heart, and then snatched it round and swallowed it.
The little girl was completely frightened when she saw this scene. When the hell hound came to her, she seemed to lose interest, bit down, and then tossed her huge head. The little girl lost her angry body like A broken doll swayed with its huge mouth.
But at this time, this hell creature, who is as tall as a man and with a huge collar like a giant wolf with deep fur, suddenly raised his head, shaking his ears, and there was a vigilant look in his eyes flowing with flames. look. A sharp arrow roared from the night sky in the distance, separating the squally wind and the shower, and hitting its smoky nostrils with one arrow. The sulphurous creature suddenly let out a scream, and the whole body tumbling backwards.
A female knight rushed out of the rain curtain with a sharp sword in her hand like a sharp thorn that exuded a cold light. Her eyes showed hateful light. One hand raised the Hell Hound’s chin, and the flames burned from under the Hell Hound’s fur. It burned her fingers, but she gritted her teeth and sent the sword upwards, the sharp sword plunged into the hilt.
"Go to hell, devil, go back to your hell!"
The Hellhound let out a whine, and a scorching stench of blood spit out from the wound in its throat, splashing Freya's face.
Then more knights rushed out of the rain curtain, Beth held a longbow, one arrow at a time, and the little demon in the distance was accounted for. These crimson-skinned evil spirits are no more powerful than the upper reaches of the Black Iron, and they are not as good as the Hellhound that Freya killed.
The knights passed by Freya, calling out the name of the female knight. But Freya seemed to have lost the strength of her whole body, and heavily piled the corpse of the Hellhound on the ground. Then she bent down and carefully picked up the little girl. The little girl was already bloody from neck to chest. She half-closed her eyes, spitting out blood and internal organ fragments, trying to make a little noise:
"Sister... It hurts..."
Freya clenched her lower lip, tears streaming out uncontrollably. The scene in front of me seems to be familiar. It has been performed in Buche, Eluin, and many other places. She has experienced it personally and experienced the same pain. The flames of war burn all over the land, but it will not be the nobles of the kingdom who suffer in the flames, but his people.
Over the past year, the kingdom seems to have returned to peace, but the same pain has been repeated again and again. This time it was the Cruzes and the northern nobles who brought such a disaster. Who will be next time
Elu was unable to change, as if she was unable to save the little girl in her arms. Freya felt that she could only watch her die weakly, and the little girl finally lost her temperature in her arms.
"Brando, what should I do..." Freya gently put her down and couldn't help muttering to herself.
She turned her head, Beth did not know when she had come behind the female knight, and patted her on the back lightly. "Freya, this is war, you have to learn to get used to it." She sighed and replied.
"But when will Eruin end the war?"
"When it becomes stronger, no one can control our destiny."
"One day," Beth replied firmly, "His Royal Highness will definitely do it, and will no longer rely on the decadent nobles in the north."
Really? Freya couldn't help but remember what Brando had told her, but is the royal party not the same as a noble? Those nobles, can you really feel this kind of pain? The more she understood, the darker and deeper the history appeared in her eyes, as if a huge mouth was about to swallow her. But she also thought of the steadfast eyes in Butcher's sea of fire. Why is Brando always so confident
The fog that made everyone uneasy seems to be non-existent before his eyes. Has he already seen the other end of history, the inevitable ending
The girl was startled in a daze.
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Bu Nuoan's position was like a scorched pot bottom. On the scorched ground, some sticks were erected far and near, and some of them still kept a few broken flags. Scrapped pieces of armor were scattered all over the place, with incomplete human bodies, hands and feet or other parts everywhere.
The devil's offensive finally came to an end, but it gave people an unparalleled shock. The remnants of the defeated generals retreated one after another, finally rebuilding a line of defense after retreating two or four or five miles. The genius of Hong Kong people, Feng? Viscount Dougning looked at the huge pits in the distance, and his teeth were tickled with hatred. When the elders of the northern coalition were crying and demanding to retreat, he should have killed them all with one sword. , Is simply a bunch of gangsters.
He was fortunate enough to survive the battle of Marl Heights. Although he was captured and taken prisoner, he was quickly exchanged back. This made him very unsightly, so he desperately needed a victory to prove himself. The glory of a soldier is to advance, especially in such a war. Killing a few more demons is your future promotion.
But the devil’s offense is so daunting, Feng? Viscount Dougning wondered if he still had a chance. On the other side of the horizon was burning bright fire light, as if the heavy rain in the sky was greasy, making the flames more dazzling. The Acropolis of Bunoan is over, he doesn't care how many people died there, who died, these have nothing to do with him, but he at least understands that this line of defense has become precarious.
He saw several knights wearing the white lion army shirt walking past him-the white lions seemed to be organizing a counterattack. He couldn't help but spit, this kind of battle was uncomfortable, and he didn't even know the enemy's combat style. The commanders were really a bunch of idiots.
Feng? Viscount Dougning couldn't help looking to the sky, his eyes could not penetrate the rain curtain, but the shadow of the Royal First Fleet of Eruin could still be seen hanging in the air. His eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking for a while.
Count Yanilasu corrected the time on his pocket watch for the last time—
The fleet has been fully deployed in the direction where the northern demon army is stationed, and all the artillery doors above the ship's side have been opened, as if countless black holes have been opened. The sun had completely sunk below the horizon, and there was nothing but pitch-blackness in the heavy rain.
But there is still a string of afterglow in the sky, and a mottled light mixed with flames swaying.
The light fell on the earl's fortitude face, drawing a few straight lines. The middle-aged man turned his head and glanced at the Cruz people: "There are still fifteen minutes."
Almost all the high-ranking coalition forces, Cruz and Eruin, were gathered on the deck at this moment. Under the gaze of Lord Wood, Charles placed a crystal ball in the center, and Brando's image was on the crystal ball.
At the same moment, Brando was also looking at the image of Wood on the crystal ball that Barbasha had placed on the parchment map.
"Brando, in fifteen minutes, the Cruz people will launch a general offensive with the Eruins, attacking the demon army from the river of sulfur that is several times larger than them, and we will attract your attention," wearing the saint robe Wood looked serious, "But can you really find a way to tear down those flames?"
"I can't guarantee." Brando replied seriously: "But you and I know what will happen if I can't succeed, so we have to do it."
"Me, and you—the same, Master Master." He smiled slightly.
Wood looked at Brando deeply.
If you can, this is one of the faces he doesn't want to see the last time, and this time Amperthel's plan will almost become his nightmare. The situation in the port has completely deteriorated. If the northern coalition cannot defeat the devil, then the Cruz Empire and the Temple of Flame are likely to pay a heavy price for this together.
That is the title of the three flames, and no one knows the weight of it better than him. No, one person may be at least as clear as him. Wood stared at each other, wondering why this young man would know so much insider.
As soon as Brando spoke, the northern nobles blew up:
"Is this guy shirking responsibility?"
"Master priest, if he can't pack the tickets, what's the point of us launching a decisive charge against the devil here? It's like a fool."
"Is this because the princess is trying to consume the strength of allies?"
"It's better to stand by and wait for help, the Temple of Flame will not leave us alone."
On the other side of the crystal ball, Princess Griffin also grabbed Brando's sleeve. She looked at him a little angrily, and asked, "Mr. Brando, you said that we want to act by chance."
"They are demons, Your Royal Highness."
"I know, but you don't need to take unnecessary risks," Her Royal Highness tried to suppress her anger: "Mr. Brando, we can finally defeat them! I don't support your personal heroism, although it is romantic, But it’s not the right way!"
Brando sighed and stretched out his hand to gently straighten out the messy hair on the princess's forehead. His action shocked everyone around him. Even the eldest princess froze, but Brando didn't care. To be honest, he didn't know if he could go back alive during his trip.
As early as the moment he made a decision, he knew what kind of battle he would face next.
"Have you seen a real army of demons, Your Royal Highness?" He asked softly.
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"Have you ever seen a real army of demons, a bunch of idiots." Wood slowly turned his head, and anyone could hear the anger bred in the chief priest's tone. The northern nobles are not forever, but they have to bow their heads in front of the Temple of Flames, and everyone is silent for a while.
"Demons are the mortal enemies of order and civilization. Your Royal Highness, they are rebellious. Although they are not under the dragon of twilight, they are born of chaos. They are born to tear everything apart, all beautiful and cherished. Things are their enemies. Their pleasure is based on the pain and despair of mortals."
"The temple's fight against the cultists is not to suppress the voices of opposition. Those believers who obey the twilight and chaos, their belief is to shred this world and make our world no longer exist. However, there are some of the people here today. People, some nobles who should be responsible for guiding the people-but ignoring this ignorantly, it is regrettable."
"Some people still remember the evil of the devil in the Four Realms. The demons gushing from the opened portal destroyed everything. Almost all the creatures of the entire kingdom were completely gone. Who will save them? No one. Not even. The temple can’t do it either. Your Royal Highness, have you ever seen demons walking on the ground and the flames of sulfur burning everything behind them?”
"I've seen it. At that time, I was not a high-ranking priest in the temple. Millions of demons descended on this world, and it took ten years for the temple to drive them back to the river of sulfur."
"Today, Eruin will face the same fate."
"Back then, on the border of Antobro, it was just a crack. Today, there are three complete portals." Wood said quietly. He was not afraid to reveal the secrets of the temple, because if today's If things can't be good, his political life will also come to an end and he will become a sinner.
More importantly, the reputation of the Temple of Flame will suffer an unimaginable blow.
the other side. Brando was silent for a moment, and decided to tell the truth: "His Royal Highness, Eruin will turn into a scorched earth. Although we may be able to rebuild it one day, there is still a glimmer of opportunity right now?"
There are millions of lives here, maybe it has nothing to do with him. He would not see them endure in the flames, would not see them die in pain, or even hear their wailing before they died.
Everything seems so irrelevant to him, he can still carry out his plan methodically to reshape this ancient kingdom on the wasteland.
At least Valhalla is still there
Maybe it is. But Brando couldn't convince himself that he could ignore it. He could tell himself that he hadn't seen all this, but he couldn't fool the truest emotion in his heart.
Everyone is trying to escape all the time, but everyone has a true self in his heart, which tells him what is right and what is wrong.
No one is born a hero, but now at least you can give it a go. As he has experienced everything, he understands that there is only one thing in this world that cannot be made up for.
That is regret.
Her Royal Highness looked at him blankly.
"Mr. Brando, you..."
"Your Royal Highness, you said you believed me."
"You..." Princess Griffin gritted her teeth and struggled, but finally let go of her hand: "Well, I see..."
Brando nodded to her, then he turned his head and looked at the image of Lord Wood on the crystal ball. "It seems that we have reached an agreement, gratifying and congratulating, Lord Master."
Wood nodded, but sighed slightly in his heart. The chief priest couldn't help lowering his eyelids slightly: He was indeed acting too Meng Lang, and perhaps he shouldn't condone all this at the beginning.
"May the Master Martha in the sky still bless us, and I hope Eruin's national fortune is not over." He has never so hoped that Eruin will continue to exist-at least as a Cruze, a temple member. The chief priest, today is probably the day when he most deeply hopes that this country will continue to exist.
Brando also smiled: "Yes, I hope the Temple of Flame does not go against the will of the former king Gilt too much, otherwise I will be implicated and unlucky and unjustified a bit, right?"
Wood snorted silently.