Freya's eyes widened and fell from mid-air, watching the female knight slashing towards her with another sword, but she was unable to dodge the severely injured woman. She couldn't help closing her eyes, her heart was cold.
But a cry of exclamation replaced the tragic scene that should have occurred that everyone could not bear to witness.
In the eyes of everyone, an azure spear firmly held the long sword in Laurenna's hand with a sound. The female knight immediately realized that the other party had reinforcements from her companions, and subconsciously wanted to draw a sword to retreat, but the next moment, she was surprised to find that she couldn't move.
"how so!"
Laurenna was taken aback. Since she learned Flash Sword, she had never encountered such a thing. She realized that she was not unable to move because of some magic, but felt that the space that she had controlled herself suddenly became obscure in front of her, and the blade that moved arbitrarily in it seemed to be trapped in the frozen ice.
She raised her head in amazement and looked at the ponytail girl standing in front of her.
Qian didn't say a word, and stared at her coldly while holding the Azure Spear.
She is another girl at the pinnacle of gold. Although Laurena had known Brando's strength for a long time, she never dreamed that Tonigel could hide so many geniuses in a small area, as if the entire Eruin monster was gathered here.
At this time, an indifferent voice came: "The Sky Lightning uses space movement to directly cause damage. Therefore, under the undefeated fate, even the space movement effect is less than 10%. It's really one thing that restrains one thing."
Hearing this voice, Delphine, who was standing behind all the knights, suddenly changed his face.
"Earl Tonigel." The woman seemed to read the name through gritted teeth.
She subconsciously wanted to step back, but the voice shouted first: "Charles."
As soon as the voice fell, an invisible shackle fell out of thin air and landed on every Cruz person present. Then a somewhat cold voice reached the ears of these knights:
"The law of space, solidify."
With this voice, Brando's figure had actually appeared from the crowd. He separated from the crowd and caught Freya who had fallen from mid-air. He raised his head and stared coldly at the Cruz's prime minister's daughter:
"This lady, it seems that we have seen a face in the ring of trade winds, right?"
"Veronica wants you to come, is it going to tell me that the Cruz people are ready to declare war on Eruin?"
"If that's the case, I will accompany you at any time."
Brando said a word, and there was an uproar around him.
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The holy palace of Eleudenier is shrouded in a cloud all year round, and the vacant obsidian hall floor reflects the gloomy blue glow, dark as a mirror, and 120 pillars of the dead are reflected in the gloom. , To support the Gothic dome formed by stacking layers of bones.
Here, it is said that the breath exhaled by a living person will be frozen into glass slag-like ice crystals in a short time, so the ice is always bitter in the hall, and the "hunger and wailing" passing through the pillars lingers on the vault like a madman.
Residents in Jingwan (1) think that the'hungry wailing' is the scream of the ghouls crawling out of the abyss. The people of Warnd often think that the breath of the dead will form the wind, so it will linger incessantly. But in fact, there was such a natural landscape here long before the founding of Madara.
(Note: Today is the bay between the north of Eruin and Saint-Osor)
Amid the roar of the wind, the black knights in black robes passed between the pillars, and the metal hook-shaped ornaments at the end of the cloak were dragged to make a clanging echo. These dark courtiers have been passing through the huge spiritual spider mothers crouching on both sides of the pillars of the dead. Under the gaze of their four pairs of lantern-like eyeballs, they stood in two rows in the center of the hall without saying a word. Fa, the silence is like one.
Instaron stood at the very end of the hall, standing side by side with Targus, watching this scene with interest. Unlike most old-fashioned undead that dying like their lives, he has a very wide range of knowledge. He knows the scenery of the ancient kingdom opposite the black Bramantra rose, and he knows the Cruz people. The splendid culture even knows that most mortal documents in Eruin and Cruz often record the error that the black knight is an undead creature like a skeleton in armor—in fact, it is very different from most rumors, even the black knight of Hull It is a very special kind of undead in Madara. Most of their territories are close to the Inner Sea of Death Moon, and they maintain a cold and elegant habit of life. The dead engraved their oaths on the armor. The fire of soul lingers on the obsession of the living, driven by the fire of vengeance, this is the black knight’s. reason.
Their stubbornness is notorious even in Madara. Although the world often says that stubbornness is like Madara’s rotten bones, the black knights are especially stubborn. The lost knight is trapped forever by vows and curses.
Instaron felt that they could be called the "Madala of Madara" for the time being. He watched this scene jokingly, and he was out of tune with the stern Targus beside him.
A buzzing voice sounded in the hall: "In the name of the eternally dark moon and the black flower, the king of the supreme kingdom of darkness, the rod bearer of Loki, please accept the allegiance of the lords from the east. And salute."
This voice seemed to stretch the empty hall further, and it spread to the other end of the depth, but it didn't get a response for a long time. Above the hall, the supreme on the throne waited for a while before giving a soft'um'.
The black knights bowed their heads.
"Cheers for the majesty of your majesty. Even after the territories of the Sea of Dead Moon are returned, the unity of the dark kingdom is almost in sight after a thousand years. Except that the woman Alvette still has no idea what she is thinking, she Only the land of the spiders is left, Targus, the dead moon is rising, and it is really exciting to be able to participate in this kind of history." Instaron watched the black knights bow their heads. Can't help but discuss with his companion in a low voice.
"Expectation is not the feeling that the dead should have," Targus replied faintly, even his expression seldom changed. As the noblest group of vampires in the Manrhein family, he was allowed to wear black noble robes with gold rims in this hall, standing with the statusless Instaron, looking extremely funny, "Madala began to follow Mercury Acting with the will of the rod is like a curse rather than a goal. In the eyes of eternal death, the world of the living is nothing more than a fleeting and mortal thing. In my opinion, only time, truth and dust are valuable."
"That's why the humans outside call us stubborn bones."
"But the show has just begun, Targus, the arrival of the Black Knight today is just an appetizer." Instaron didn't feel any embarrassment because of his humble status, but was excited: "Look at it. , Your Majesty called the blood rod back, it must be because something good happened."
Targus didn't say a word, in fact he already knew what had happened. A week ago, in the realm west of Madara near the direction of the Kingdom of Eruin, two dark nobles were attacked by humans one after another. One of the vampires’ castles was almost completely turned into charcoal, and now a large number of them are left. From the traces of the flame'purification', almost no undead creature can escape.
In other words, at least one of the Knights of the Temple of Flame has infiltrated the territory of Madara.
The occurrence of such an incident at this time made him smell a strong scent of conspiracy. Although such incidents are not uncommon on the border between Eruin and Madara, in order to respond to the call of the temple and the undead to plunder each other's territory, knights between the two sides often form an army to invade each other's territory in private.
Only since Obergu VI of Eruin came to the throne, Madara has changed from defensive to offensive, gradually taking the initiative in the war.
But now is different. The peace agreement between Eru and Madara has only been signed for just over a year, and it has been heard that the human kingdom is in a predicament of civil war. Obviously, it will not start the war lightly at this time.
So, who is fishing in troubled waters here is very suspicious.
The indifferent vampire squinted his only remaining eye. He raised his head and saw as if, as Instaron said, the next dark lord who had taught the Eruin a bitter lesson in Karasu. The'Blood Wand', the king of corpse witches, dressed in a blood-colored robe, slowly walked into the center of the hall.
"Your Majesty, I brought a not-so-pleasant news today."
"Those humble humans are now challenging your majesty in Madara's territory."
"The pain caused by the war a year ago seems to have been forgotten by those stubborn human nobles."
"Today, I'm here to ask for your permission to let them down and bring them new horror."
The hoarse voice of the blood rod echoed under the vault of the Holy Palace of Eleudenir, but Targus and Instaron narrowed their eyes slightly.
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Brando fluttered the letter in Delphine's hand before her. He looked at this woman carefully. In fact, he had been in love with her as early as the trade wind, but at that time it was also far away. After a glance, it's far worse than seeing it so carefully today.
The beauty of the other person is indeed enough to make anyone feel frustrated. Among all the women he has seen, only Princess Griffin can compete with one of them.
But compared with the other's vicious heart, Her Royal Highness is as simple as a child.
"Miss Delphine, although I don't know where I offended you. But you don't need to retaliate against me at all costs... Master Veronica asked you to pass this news to me. By the way, it seems you Cruz People don’t plan to find us Eruin to fight, but want to ask me—"
He stopped for a moment, and couldn't help but sarcastically said: "If she knew that you came to offer me conditions like this, I'm afraid I won't be satisfied."
The prime minister didn't say a word, staring at him coldly, but the resentment in his eyes was like a serpent vomiting a letter. This made Brando frowned. He couldn't even dream of where he had offended the other party and wanted him to look so bitter and enmity.
Fortunately, he didn't need the woman to speak. He glanced at the letter, and he already knew the content of the letter. He raised his head and silently estimated in his heart that this was the historical event.
This drama, directed and performed by the blood rod, has also happened in history. He originally thought that because history had been completely changed, none of this would happen again, but he did not expect that the unlucky king of corpses would still send this trouble to himself.
But Brando squinted, not too worried in his heart.
For him right now, there is a rare opportunity. It is rare to encounter familiar historical events, and I am afraid that such good things will not be repeated in the future.
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