"Frost Drake Star is the gatekeeper of the Hibernator's Temple. I think Anlek knows this too. Any stranger approaching the Hibernator's Temple will cause the gatekeeper to react." Brando replied.
"You mean Anlek will take advantage of this. I have heard people say that this old fox is cautious and deep, accustomed to making decisions and then moving, exactly like the duke of the previous generation." Veronica raised her head, emerald green His eyes shone coldly, although his hands were covering his long hair, but the cyan hair was still flying in the sun with the biting north wind. She looked across the ice sheet, as if she had seen the ending that Brando had expected, but she still asked: "Although I agree with this, how do you plan to confirm it?"
Brando saw the snow rolled up by the wind, like a layer of powder floating on the glacier. At this moment, in his vision, a few shadowy figures suddenly appeared behind the snow and wind. He replied, "I will know it soon." From behind the icy fog, Barbasha and his party were exposed. The old witch crouched, and the ice wind pulled a corner of her shabby robe, her silver hair flaring her teeth and claws like a ghost. She came to Brando lamely, and said with deep awe: "Respected lord, you are ready." She held the crystal ball with trembling hands to Brando.
Veronica frowned when she saw this scene. She didn't like witches.
Brando glanced at the people behind Barbasha. In addition to the girl wearing wooden shoes and standing with her toes holding a honey jar, there were also two important figures, the inheritance witch of the Moon of Sword (Killing), Ku Ruhr, the inheritance witch of the Cup of Moon (Jealousy), An Wei, these two are both important figures, and their identities in the country of witches are far more respected than Barbass.
Kurul is a tall woman with a graceful body wrapped in a gray witch robe. She wears a hood, her skin is as white as ice and snow, her eyebrows are long and thin like needles, her cheeks are protruding, her look is cold, and she looks very cold. A feeling of thin love; while An Wei is like a woman in her forties. She is wearing a thick fur robe, and the figure wrapped in the robe can be seen even through a thick layer of wool. A few plump, this little woman smiled, but couldn't hide the shrewdness in her eyes.
They said they had come to take refuge in Brando, but the latter realized that the attitude of the first two was far from Barbasha's respect for him. This refuge is not so much surrender as it is to investigate. The inheritance of the Dark Dragon is divided into seven, and he is not the only one, but Brando does not care, he is confident that these unflattering guys will serve him.
Brando received the crystal ball, and a ring-shaped picture immediately appeared on the crystal ball. He saw an expansive snowfield behind the snow-covered field. He let his vision continue to the north, and the screen immediately showed criss-crossing glacier ravines cut out by swords, a piece of crystal-like forest growing in it, and then a flat tundra. The wind blew across the ice and the snow formed a strip. The strips rolled forward.
Shido, Veronica and several Cruz nobles who followed from behind all watched this scene attentively, discovering that spells are the masters of witches, and even the astrologers who are proficient in prophecy can’t match them. This kind of power From the blind girl Elaine, everything in the past and future of the world is reflected on the abyss lake.
It is also said that the powerful among the witches can indeed detect part of the cause and effect in the future.
The spell of the crystal ball is controlled by An Wei. When Brando carefully observed the scene above, he also paid attention to this young woman: the other party frowned a little, but he did not show a tired look. You must know what is on the crystal ball. The vision has been widened to several miles away, which can only show that the opponent's strength is already at the level of the golden peak.
Suddenly the picture flashed, and there was a group of horses and horses trekking on the snowy field in the shadow of the ice wind. This group of people and horses were wearing thick bearskin coats, holding various weapons, and some were holding a pony. Brando looked at their costumes and recognized that these were the Enhor people on the Anlek Plateau. The Lantonians called them bigfoot dwarves, but they weren’t actually dwarves, but a group of halflings or dwarves. . It is said that Anlek has an Enhor Pygmy loyal to him, and it looks like it should be the one now.
"The halfling cavalry is from Anlek," Veronica recognized it at a glance: "Brando, it seems you are right again."
"It's not luck." Brando replied unhappily, "But he is willing to use his own talents as cannon fodder, this fellow Anlek is really extraordinary."
At this time, there was a series of footsteps in the snow behind the three of them. Shiduo looked back and found that it was their officer corps.
"Master Veronica, I wonder if Brund and the others are there yet?" The nobleman who took the lead asked before the officer group approached. This guy is called Grid. He is a core member of the Silver Leaf Arbitration Group of the Cruz Senate Council. He claims to be an envoy, but he is actually trying to balance the existence of Veronica's power.
This man is not a soldier, but he has a sturdy back. He is more like a soldier than the surrounding knights. He wears this gray deerskin coat with a hat that is leaning to one side, with three white feathers on the edge of the hat. Show the identity of the Marquis, but it does not look like an elegant noble, more like a butcher.
"It's not me who is in charge here, Grid, you can ask the Lord Earl next to me if you have any questions." Veronica squinted at this guy and replied coldly.
Her tone was very stiff, but the legion commander was actually not at odds with the disgusting guy in front of him. It was a tradition for soldiers not to make friends with the nobles of the Senate.
But I didn't expect Grid to have an inch, and replied proudly: "I'm sorry, Lord Veronica, I don't believe these Eruins."
Veronica's face immediately went cold.
Brando also snorted coldly: "It's really shameless."
"What did you say?"
"I said you are a total idiot," Brando doesn't like the Cruz people, and Veronica is probably an exception, but he has never been a good gentleman to other people. He directly scolded: "Frei When Ya arrives at the planned attack location and when to launch the attack, it is only related to me here. From now on, I am the highest commander here, neither Lord Veronica nor you—"
"If you have any questions, I don’t have to answer to you. If you are not satisfied, you can remove your pair of squirrel leather gloves and throw them on me. I don’t mind using a sword to nail your waste here. When the blade passes through your loose skin on the ice, I bet your blood will be frozen under your blood vessels before it flows out."
Brando released a trace of elemental aura, locked the group of officers, and directly made Grid pale. "You..." He grinds his teeth, but in the end he didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence: "I wish you were right!"
Grid suddenly remembered that this guy in front of him had killed Williams. He asked himself that he did not have the status of the deputy commander of the Temple of Flames and Knights of the Templars. Brando really started the fire, and killing him seemed to be really better. It's like pinching an ant to death.
Especially when he thought of the death of a genius swordsman in the temple in Eruin, but one didn't even mention revenge. Brando's background made him creepy for a while.
Veronica watched the dispute between the two coldly. Seeing Grid retreating, she couldn't help frowning in disappointment. Although she didn't want Brando to suffer, but the courage and quality of the imperial nobles were really unsightly. "Brando, are you really sure?" Veronica looked away from Grid with a little disgust, and asked: "Although the Knights of Folding Swords are the elite of the Azure Army, but your little girl is the only one under me. It’s just over a hundred people. Look at these halfling cavalry. The number is at least one column (Cruz organization, five hundred people). It’s really difficult to eliminate them all."
For such a question, Brando only smiled.
"Don't worry, leave it to me."
He turned his head and asked Charles to find Aloz before. It has been a long time since then, it should be almost time. The crowd really commotion, and Cruz's figure seemed to be separated by an invisible force and automatically gave way. Behind Charles and Aloz appeared in everyone's field of vision. The little dragon was impatient, with golden eyes. Just looking at the people around, like a beast.
"Brando, are you looking for me?" Aloz walked through the crowd with a grin.
"I heard that you are in a bad mood recently. I found some opponents to vent. What do you think?" Brando replied with a smile.
"Hmph, if you want me to help, just say clearly, if it's you, I can't think about it." The little mother dragon slowly walked past the crowd. Where she passed, the surrounding war horses suddenly wailed, these tall horses The herbivore animals knelt down one after another, and the surrounding ones collapsed to the ground. Several of them even twitched on the ground, and died of foaming at the mouth in a blink of an eye.
"What did you do to our horse!"
The Cruz nobles immediately quit. Excellent war horses in Eruin, in Cruz, and even in Saint-Osor and Faenza are luxury items worth showing off among the nobles. A noble horse breed is more expensive than gold in the circle of nobles. , And there is no market, because no one will easily sell their beloved things.
But it was these horses that were so stared by Aloz and died.
Aloz gave those guys a cold look and replied, "Your horse is blocking my way. Besides, I hate these stinky things. Keep them away from me."
"You!" The nobleman almost didn't get angry.
Everyone turned their eyes to Brando, and Grid seemed to have grasped the handle even more, and asked excitedly: "Master Earl, you better explain."
"You let me explain?" Brando just thought it was funny.
"Enough—" Veronica interrupted. She frowned, feeling that the situation was getting out of hand. Only then did she faintly felt that something was wrong with the little girl that Grey Sword Saint had brought, and it was not witchcraft that Aloz had overwhelmed those war horses, but aura.
Only she noticed it in the scene.
"Master Veronica, please don't be too partial to outsiders. You are all your subordinates except for being here. You know what warhorses mean to soldiers, I think you know better than me." Grid Leng He snorted, and replied somewhat triumphantly.
Veronica looked at this guy as if looking at an idiot: "If you want to kill yourself, then let you go."
"What's the meaning?"
Grid was taken aback for a moment. In his impression, the army commander of the sky blue did not seem to be a joking person. He suddenly felt a little uneasy, but it was a little late. He suddenly heard a voice saying: "Meaning, an idiot like you really shouldn't live in this world—" The voice had just sounded, and it had already reached his ears.
"careful!"
He heard the sound of the knights drawing their swords and couldn't help turning his head in amazement, but it was a little late, a bucket-like tail sticking out from there, and drew heavily on him.
Grid let out a scream, spurted blood and flew out, fell horizontally on the ice, dragging a striking blood stain.
"what!"
"This is..." Veronica and Shiduo watched the sudden change in surprise.
They were not surprised, because what appeared under the sun was an elegant creature with gleaming scales, a slender neck and two wings covering the body. To be precise, it was a dragon.
A golden dragon.
Aloz was entrenched on the ice sheet and looked at everyone from a high level. Her huge body was about the size of a three-story building, and her slender neck was slightly curved, supporting a four-horned head. The clothes replaced by white-gold smooth mirror-like scales, one piece next to each other, are plated with a layer of light purple metallic brilliance, which is a special color that only grows into adult dragons can have.
Aloz lowered her head and flames burned in her golden eyes. She looked at everyone present, and everyone shouted in their hearts: Masha is here, a dragon! We have lived with a dragon for so long!
And Grid, who was struggling to get up from the ground, looked even more desperate. Now he finally understood what Veronica's words meant. He felt that he was really an idiot and was hopelessly stupid.
He wanted to ask for mercy, but a terrible heart shock had spread in everyone's hearts.
Most of the people present felt that they were trapped in an endless and dark world. There was no sense of touch, smell, or even any sense of time and direction in this world, only a terrifying scream from the horizon was left. Earnestly, pierced the eardrum.
Grid had just gotten up from the ground, his legs were weak, and he knelt on the ground.
Only Veronica was able to hold on to it a little bit, she held Shiduo with one hand, and Miss Scholar's face was pale. Brando and Charles were completely unaffected, but even so, they saw the performance of others and understood what it was.
This is the power that the dragon is born with.
Long Wei.
"For your arrogance, I should goug your eyes and eat your heart, so as to warn other humble creatures to maintain the necessary respect for the dragon. But you are lucky, and this lady really doesn't want to be filthy with you. Claws move on the body that is as dirty as a maggot, so you should spare your life this time. You'd better not show up in front of me again, otherwise I don’t guarantee that a fire will burn you to ashes—"
A majestic voice sounded in everyone's hearts, completely different from Aloznen's tender and childish voice, as if she was a queen who ruled together, and could only vaguely hear the smell of the little female dragon. The first sentence of this voice was still on the ground, but in the end, the dragon had spread its wings and jumped up, hovering in the air, and the sound rumbling through the fields.
All the horses knelt to the ground at the same time.
"Brando, you owe me another favor." When the little mother dragon said this, her voice had been uploaded down the clouds.
Brando raised his head and saw only a shadow over the snowy field, as if covering the sky. Aloz opened his wings, and a terrifying aura spread far beyond the entire glacier.
That is the aura of a dragon.
…
With a click, Anlek saw a crack appeared in the crystal on the hand of the wizard under his hand, and in a blink of an eye the pieces broke and turned into fly ash. However, in less than two weeks, this powerful prince has completely changed his appearance. The original image of spirit is no longer there. He hides under a fur cloak, leaving outsiders with the only impression of one. Zhang has a pale profile face that is barely man-shaped.
Anlek was as thin as a skeleton, his face covered with wrinkled skin, only his eyes were still staring motionlessly at the crystal in his dry eye sockets, and there was barely a look in his eyes.
"Lord Lord." The wizard turned around and looked at him questioningly.
"This is Longwei, the stupid dragon has already been dispatched." Anlek grabbed his cane and said fanatically, "Let's go, I know the old lady Veronica is following us, let them follow. Okay, go around more, a bunch of idiots."
"My lord, your body."
"Shut up." Anlek glanced at Dejar coldly. Although he was getting thinner and thinner, his majesty became more obvious, and the aura of grabbing people's breath seemed to come out at any time.
Dejar shivered, and quickly shut up.
"I am not one of those mortals. In order to gain strength, sacrifice is inevitable. Remember our pursuit. Only chaos is the only thing, and the others are all cumbersome." The ignorant grabbing of money and power, as well as vain justice, mortals pursue these trifling things, how can they defeat us?"
"Let's go, the master defeated them in Babel, and it is the same now." He coughed, and then slowly stood up.
In the forest, knights wearing black robes also got up one after another. These knights looked extremely weird. They were much taller than ordinary people, and looked a little like orcs on the great plains. But the orcs don't build armor, their intelligence is only enough for them to use simple weapons.
What's more striking is that each knight's cloak has a mark of ouroboros.
…
"Freya?"
"Freya?"
The girl from the countryside of Butcher was a little distracted. She recalled the scene at the time. Brando stood in the tent and asked her the question seriously:'Freya, how do you view the war? 'The last time Brando was so serious, it was when Braggs told her how to save Butcher.
How should I view war? Freya asked herself, she should hate war, war took away everything she should have, a peaceful life, relatives, homeland, everything she used to be familiar with was lost in the burning flames, looking back on that memory , There seems to be only deep pain left.
'But Eruin can be saved only through wars. In these wars, you will become the servants you once hated. '
'Freya, your enemy is not only Madara, you should understand this. You will kill people, and more people will die in the flames of war, or lose their homes or relatives. If you are just a soldier, you can leave it alone. '
'But I know your ideals, Freya, do you really understand your goals? '
Freya grabbed her sword tightly.
In a trance, she saw the blood flow, and there were only endless corpses on the battlefield. Among these corpses was Beth's innocent and innocent face. She looked at her with hollow eyes, as if questioning her.
Then she saw the little girl who died under the hands of the devil.
Then there are Buche's relatives.
Freya felt that she still lacked an answer in her heart. She closed her eyes and opened them again. The voice and five senses seemed to meet her again, and she felt that Nimesis had already called herself several times.
"Freya."
"What's the matter?" The future Valkyrie looked back.
"What kind of god are you walking?" Nimesis was a little dissatisfied. "I don't know..." Freya shook her head blankly, "I seemed to see a blue shadow just now, and then... Then I didn't know what happened."
"Blue shadow?" Nimesis reached out and touched her forehead: "Are you too tired recently."
"No... I don't think so, what time is it?" she raised her head and asked.
"Watch it for yourself." Nimesis handed her the pocket watch. Freya glanced at it, and then at the halfling Enhall in the distance: "Is there any news from Brando?"
"He has confirmed with Medissa that he is the one we are looking for."
"That… "
"Miss Aloz is already on the way."
"I see."
Freya threw the pocket watch into the snow. Brando asked how she planned to fight in order to complete this plan. She knew very well in her heart that if the old fox of Anlek was to fall into the trap, she must not leave a living. She pulled out a part of the Lionheart Sword and pressed the cold blade with her fingertips, feeling a chill in her heart. She was no longer that little girl, and she understood what a knight is and what a soldier is.
Although she does not have a clear answer in her mind, she at least understands that killings cannot bring peace, but they can at least resolve disputes. So her answer was very simple, with only one sentence: "I understand, Brando." She looked at Brando at that time, and there was no hesitation in her eyes, because her last hesitation had already been with Beth in Port Amperexel. Buried together.
She drew out the Lionheart Sword entirely, and the blade flickered with cold light. When everyone saw the temporary'commander''s actions, they reacted and stood up one by one. The knights took off their cloaks and threw them to the ground. Next, the noble officers of the Cruz people cast their gazes on Freya, watching the good show in different eyes, and Freya glanced at the sword in his hand, and commanded with the sword to the next point: "From Go down on both sides of the hill. Don’t enter the opponent’s field of vision. Listen to my order to cut off the retreat of the Enhor Halfling on the snowy field. No one is allowed to fight before seeing the signal."
The Cruz man was stunned, the air was like falling snow, sinking silently.
"Wait, this is not in line with our orders." Brende immediately questioned: "Your lord commander, do you plan to wait and see if you let those halfling cavalry enter the Temple of the Hibernator, it will really attract the damn head. Thief. Commander, please allow me to doubt your motives."
"I can understand your suspicion." Freya glanced at Nimesis next to her, she calmed her breath in her heart, and replied, "But it is not us that is the main attacker."
"not us?"
"Who would it be?"
Freya raised her head and looked at the sky. Her gaze crossed the crystal-like treetops of the pine forest, and Officer Cruz, who had calmed down, noticed her behavior and raised his head. There seemed to be a slight movement in the clouds on the horizon. The forest that was full of various sounds before became quiet for a moment, as if the throat was strangled by an invisible hand, and then the clouds suddenly gathered together, separated again, and a huge shadow Howled out of the clouds.
Brende opened his mouth wide and stared at this scene, as if he felt his throat hissing. The knights of the Cruz people are standing in the forest like roots under their feet, like a group of stone statues, and they are experiencing a tsunami in their hearts. This is not an illusion, Long Wei descended from mid-air, and a terrifying scream sounded from everyone's hearts. Only Freya had seen such a sight a long time ago. On the battlefield of Ampersel, dark clouds covered the sun that day, and a ray of gold fell from above the clouds, bringing the final victory to the war.
She turned her head: "Medissa."
"Sister Freya, I'm here." The silver elf princess lifted her cloak and asked loudly, "Do you want to summon?"
Freya turned her head, the Enhor halfling on the ice sheet had discovered the dragon in the sky. The man and the horse panicked together, fell into a ball, and started to flee in all directions with a little cleverness. Freya turned her head again and nodded to Medissa.
"Knight of Fran, listen to my horn!"
The silver thread in Medissa's hands was woven into a silver horn. She immediately blew the horn and chanted loudly: "The sky blue flag on the Malarde plain is flying like a sea, the French spear The cold light flickers, knights, listen to the long sound of my horn, and the ancient spirits are summoning the courage in the hearts of the kings. Knights, follow me on the horse and get ready to go—" The silver elf’s voice is as melodious as a song from In the ancient tune, the knights of the Cruz people looked at each other when they heard the curse. They didn’t know what Metissa was calling, but Brende was the first to react: "Oh my God, this is the knight of the Silver King. Legion!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Medissa had already puffed up her cheeks and blew the horn for the second time.
The sound of the horn is melodious—
And Aloz swept over the forest at this moment, and the wind pressure swept across the tree canopy and swooped onto the distant ice sheet. But the knights turned their heads, they were extremely surprised to see that there appeared in the forest a gleaming white light and heavily armored war horses. These war horses that seemed to come from the heavens gathered into a silver tide, and they arrived in a flash. Around them. A unicorn came to Medissa, rubbed the little princess's cheek affectionately, and Medissa touched her long horns and turned on her horse. Freya turned on her second horse. Her horse was taller than the others' horses, and her hoof was burning with silver flames. This horse was the legendary mount of the King of Silver—Holy Soul.
"Everyone get on the horse." Freya ordered: "Keep in mind your mission—"
She turned her head and looked at the plains, and sighed slightly: "They have transmission crystals on them, and they can't be given any chance. Leave no prisoners and kill everyone."
When this order was given, Nimesis turned her head and glanced at the young girl from the Buche countryside.
Freya frowned tightly, but her eyes remained firm.
…
Kuvu used to be Anlek’s most trusted confidant. This halfling man with a surprisingly small head and huge ears knows exactly what he relies on to earn this trust. It is not because of his outstanding ability, but because of his loyalty. . His father, a short halfling who was equally proud, also served the duties of the previous generation Duke Anlek. Their family has such a tradition and loyalty. This is what Kuv is most proud of. But this time he knew that the previous difficulties could be overcome, but this time, it may be his last time on the battlefield.
He tightened his bearskin robe tightly, still carrying the task given to him by the Grand Duke in his heart-to challenge a dragon. The warrior should have died on the battlefield. This is a rare honor for Kuvu. The Enhor people are the toughest people on the high ground and the strongest warriors. Today they challenge the dragon, their courage will be Engraved on the stone seat in the hometown. It's just that the cold wind is bitter, and the robe is almost lifted, and the cold cuts the body like a knife, making these halflings who are accustomed to the cold and dry climate of the plateau also unbearable. Kuvu had an inexplicable hunch since this morning. The elderly of his family often said that if the beginning of the day is not going well, everything will go wrong. He broke his kettle in the morning, which is an extremely disturbing bad thing. Omen.
The team marched hard on the ice field, and hadn't walked a few miles all morning. Kuwu frowned. He was the most experienced warrior of his tribe, and he had been listening to the sound of the wind.
Suddenly, he heard a strange sound.
It's like rolling thunder through the clouds, but it's not so obvious, it's just still roaring. This low-frequency roar soon became clear, and Kuv turned his head, staring at the sky frantically—he finally heard it, it was the sound of something flying in the sky—and it must be a huge monster. If they really attracted the dragon, then they died here, and their blood is honored.
Only for a moment, the giant shadow that was looking forward to it appeared on the skyline. It separated the clouds, tore the sky, and jumped into Kuwu's field of vision in an instant. At that moment, all the Enhall halflings found the enemy, and they screamed. The cowardly among them was already broken and began to fled in panic. But Kuvu can forgive them, after all, when he first heard about this task, he was just as shocked as they were.
He was really embarrassed when he thought of his appearance at that time, how could he be considered a qualified fighter like this? He took out the spirits of the plateau from his arms, threw his neck up and poured it into his throat, feeling hot, then wiped his mouth, revealing a feverish smile. Enough is enough, he never expects his men to be able to deal with a giant dragon, that is an impossible task. But at least they have completed their mission, enough, that stupid dragon has been attracted to this ice sheet, then Lord Lord's plan has been realized.
Kuvu almost wanted to laugh, but before he could laugh out loud, a trace of haze flashed through his mind.
He saw the gleaming golden scales of the dragon—
That is a golden dragon.
"It's impossible!" Ku Wu's eyes widened, his face turned pale, his big ears almost stood up-this is another dragon, there are two dragons on this snowy field! No, he couldn't help looking around in a panic, with the last glimmer of hope in his heart. He expected that Duke Anlek’s news was wrong, and perhaps a golden dragon lives here, not a frost dragon. Although this idea is so disrespectful, the halfling leader can no longer care so much at this moment.
Immediately, a stranger voice shattered all his delusions.
It was a long sound that was farther away than the scream of the dragon, and it seemed to sound from the horizon and rang for a long time. Only once in Kuwu's life has heard such a voice, it was the Dragon Horn Trombone of the Faenza Army when he and Anlek went on a holy war together.
"There is an ambush..."
Kuwu immediately understood what had happened, and they were calculated. He trembled and grabbed the communication crystal, but the crystal did not respond: "No... the law barrier." He was almost moaning, and the enemy was clearly prepared. He immediately grabbed his weapon and screamed: "Quickly, get out of this area. Disperse and spread the information!"
He raised his head, the green pupils reflected the growing figure of the golden dragon, and the shadow seemed to represent despair.
A golden flame fell from the sky.