After the storm, a touch of intoxicating blue appeared under the dark sea surface. The sun passed through the flocculent clouds, and the sky behind it gradually recovered. After the storm, only thin raindrops were left in the sky, flashing in the sun. With golden light, the rain drops on the mast of the fleet, washing away the scorch and blood stains on the silver sail. The entire fleet hovered over the lofty inner sea with scars and scars, like a giant beast that had fallen into silence, its body bruised and bruised, describing the battle it had just experienced.
The group of dragons and beasts is retreating like a tide.
Modesty vibrated the sun-shielding wings, and the clouds engulfed in the vortex under her wings were like torrents hitting the reef and shattered into pieces of scattered flames. She confronted the human fleet in mid-air, hatefully. Staring at each other, the golden pupils showed resentment and resentment, but the shocking divine sword that slashed through the storm just moments ago made her terrified.
Extreme Sword Saint—In this small human fleet, there is actually another Extreme Sword Saint, that human man in black, and her cold eyes made her unable to raise any resistance at all.
Damn it, if the arrogant fellow of Obsdion was here, it would be nice to make them look good. The female black dragon gritted her teeth, but had to admit defeat. She used her claws to signal her dragon beast general not to act rashly, "Go , Retreat! They are going to Fatan, wait and see, we will meet again there!" Modesty almost squeezed these words out of his teeth.
As soon as she turned around, it was like a dark cloud moving away from the sky, and the shadow covering the fleet was empty.
The dragon left.
"They retreated!" the crowd screamed. They could hardly believe that they resisted the storm and defeated the attack of the dragon beast, which was almost a miracle—no, it was a miracle. Everyone understands that the biggest crisis has passed, and this vast sea area will be a smooth journey for them, and there will be no obstacles.
After the wind and rain, the rainbow hanging in the sky is so clear.
The Cruz people who had participated in the previous battle couldn't help shouting, even crying bitterly, but the nobles didn't care about any dignity, and walked onto the deck. Watching this scene, their feet were a little soft, and they leaned on the mast and kept drawing Ma. Sha's holy emblem-whispered to the blessing of miracles. But they have not forgotten who created this miracle, although they are extremely reluctant to admit that it was an Eruin who accomplished all this. Difficulties hindering the young man's confidence.
"That is the offspring of that person after all."
"He is a descendant of the Highland Knight..."
Such whispers were whispered in the crowd.
More people gathered on the side of the ship and cheered loudly, celebrating the hard-won victory, and venting their feelings hysterically. But those who really participated in the preparations for this war can't have any extra thoughts at this time, they just feel deeply tired, physically and mentally exhausted.
It seemed that after suddenly relaxing, sleepiness and mental malaise swept across.
Brando stood on the stern of the Akhenaten, and at a glance, he saw the merchant lady who had fallen asleep in the crowd by Uta's arms. Even in his sleep, Roman still frowned slightly, as if Still continuing the previous work. Seeing this scene, Brando couldn't help feeling that his heart was overwhelmingly soft. In the previous forty hours, the countless supplies of the entire fleet were uniformly deployed by the merchant lady alone, for nearly two days and two nights. Constantly working, she didn't have the slightest rest time.
But all this was done almost perfectly with the support of Miss Merchant's unusual talents. The terrible memory and keen sense of the flow of materials made Brando even amazed.
In the past, he seldom got involved in Roman’s business affairs in the territory, nor did he see how this eldest lady made a fortune in her own field, but at this moment, he understood why Firshanling’s business activities were able to start from the beginning. So well organized, even far more than its other industries.
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"Brando, those monsters attacked our side far more often than the other side. On the other side, there are sixteen small boats and four big ships. Their consumption of magic crystals and ammunition should be much lower than expected. Some of the twenty-seven ships have run out of ammunition. You can find a way to balance it from the other side."
"Also," Little Roman warned him carefully with a pair of dark circles under his eyes: "What kind of deer was the ship that was hit, and three other ships. Two of them fell into the sea. The ship that fell into the sea should be loaded on board. Food and drinking water are one-third of our total supply. I have placed the remaining transport ships in the middle of the fleet. Brando, you have to be careful to protect them."
After saying these words, she yawned, fell into a deep sleep in his arms when she tilted her head, and snored lightly, as if she didn't worry about Brando taking advantage of her, making Brando laugh bitterly. . It's a pity that Brando deliberately gave this merchant lady who had followed him wholeheartedly since Buche a warm arm, but the fleet could not leave his command for a moment, he had to cruelly hand over the latter to Uta's care.
Thinking of the battle that had just ended, he was also a little grateful.
It was a rare storm on the lofty sea. The lightning fell like a telescreen from the dark clouds, but the storm not only hindered human beings, but also hindered the attack of dragons and beasts.
This is the reason why he rejected all opinions and caused the fleet to deviate from the course and plunge into the dangerous storm range, because he knew that these dragons and beasts from the ground must not be able to adapt to the complicated and changeable climate environment on the ocean. It turns out that his common sense in the game has once again saved everyone. Modesty organized multiple attacks in the storm, but none of them worked. The dragon beasts are not used to forming teams in the stormy clouds, let alone launching them. On the contrary, some effective offensives are better for falling into the sea because they lose their altitude. On the other hand, although the human fleet is slow, the sailors who are used to standing with the wind and waves can always effectively avoid the fleet trek. Although angry, it is of no avail. Although the dragon is powerful, it is not omnipotent.
A truly threatening attack was on the eve of the torrential rain. Unfortunately, he did not deviate from Brando's prediction. He knew the character of the black dragon Jie Xian must report, so he arranged a strategy to respond to it early. What's more, this time even God was on the side of humans. The storm lasted for two days and two nights. The dragons were already exhausted. When they launched their final offensive under the persecution of Modesty, the Grey Sword Saint With a shocking sword, she dispelled all her delusions.
Although human beings have the advantage, in the past two days, it was a tragic battle in retrospect for everyone.
The fleet lost more than 10% of the warships, and the damage was countless. Many people died in the battle, but more losses came from the storm itself. It was a nightmare, but fortunately it was finally over. The sailors and non-commissioned officers, after screaming and cheering, fell on the deck side by side one by one, snoring suddenly, but at this time there was no first officer to urge them to stand up and continue fighting. Almost there was only one voice left.
"It's a fluke, Lord Lord." Shire was in a mess. The beautiful magister robe wrinkled on him because it was soaked in water. He walked up to the stern tower and wiped his forehead with his hand. Water Bead complained to Brando: "We had a storm on the sea of glitter before, and the storm on the open sea was much more terrible than here. Your grandfather was vomiting a mess at the time."
Brando stared at the guy who corrupted his grandfather's image.
Charles was stared with a guilty conscience and spread his hands: "Well, I admit that I vomited a little too, but I am a wizard, you know, our willpower is always stronger than ordinary people."
"You are so pale that you are not convincing."
"That's because it's too sleepy, Lord Lord."
"Why don't I know that the hero still needs to sleep?"
"I think that adult has different opinions—" Charles smiled slightly.
Brando knew that this guy was talking about Saint Osor, the Queen of the Wind, and he cursed slyly. He didn't dare to reveal the shortcomings of the Elf Royal Sister.
Click, Brando heard the sound of footsteps falling behind him. He turned his head and saw a pair of black high-heeled shoes. The rose on the toe of the shoe was as eye-catching as blood, and the ankle was as dazzling as snow. It was an ebony skirt, a slender waist, and layers of lace. The corsage, the thin shoulder straps are tightly tied to the snow-white shoulders, the slender neck, the pointed chin, the long hair dyed with ink, the bright red eyes like agate, the slender eyebrows that are raised high, and the jade-like Smooth forehead.
"Why did you come out?" Brando frowned, and asked with some displeasure. It was a trouble. He finally concealed her and carried her aboard, not to expose her to the public.
If the inheritor of the Dark Dragon is still a mouse crossing the street, if the identity of this lady is exposed, I am afraid that he will immediately become a civilized enemy.
"The carriage is too boring." Dark Kou Hua wrinkled his nose and cut insignificantly.
Brando glanced at Charles. The latter nodded consciously, and put his hand on his chest to bow to Kou Hua and said, "I will arrange a room for Miss Ouni and the others. Too many people on the deck is also a hidden danger."
The dark Kouhua's eyes showed disdain, and he was about to express contempt for this hypocritical statement, but he heard Brando sternly say to her: "You come with me."
There is a hollow corridor outside the second deck below the stern of the Akhenton. It was only after the storm that a lot of rain poured in. The aisle was still wet, and Brando silently took the dark Kouhua through the corridor. Halfway through, he stopped, looked back at the other person, and said, "You are asking for trouble."
"The next year is not a big year, but he is so cautious as an old man," the dark Kouhua curled his lips: "I smell the smell of those nasty reptiles, but I just want to come up and see if you need help. Those outside. People don’t even know me, what are you afraid of?"
"Don't underestimate human beings, and don't forget who you were defeated. Besides, there is a dragon on my boat. Do you think she can't recognize you?" Brando replied angrily.
"No wonder it smells bad here, but dragons are also divided into several generations. The little reptiles born after the era of chaos may not be able to recognize me." The girl snorted softly, "Besides, you think I want to see you. Despicable and shameless guy, I wouldn't bother to wander around in this smelly place unless someone asked me to come out."
"Someone asked you to come out?" Brando had expected this guy to be insincere. Although she said that she didn't have to worry at all, she was always more cautious than anyone and would not easily appear in front of anyone. This woman is arrogant on the surface, but in private she is a guy who cherishes her life and greed for power. She will not expose herself to danger easily if she doesn't have anything to do with her.
"I called her out."
A gentle voice suddenly rang in their minds.
Brando was stunned, and immediately distinguished who the voice belonged to: "Master Fenghou?" He didn't expect that this elven sister who hadn't appeared for a long time would choose to show up at this time. He couldn't help but feel excited. In fact, he was full of questions at the moment and wanted to ask the other person, but the sage had never given him this opportunity before.
"Brando."
But St. Osor's voice today is a little unusually serious, and with her words, a phantom gradually formed in the corridor. Brando once saw this sage appear in the underground of the Schafflund silver mine, but she was definitely not the way she is now. At this moment, the elf elder sister wears a silver crown on the head and wears a battle armor. The armor showed a faint purple brilliance, and the whole body looked like a dragon with teeth and claws. A heavy fur cloak dragged behind. The edge of the cloak was embroidered with the royal emblem of the mist elf, and there was a star and moon intertwined coat of arms on the inside, like amethyst. The saber is hung from the waist of the elf lady, and the legendary treasure of the fog elf, the star gemstone, shines on the counterweight of the sword hilt.
Brando was stunned when he saw this look of Saint Ossor, but immediately he subconsciously reacted-this is the legendary armor set in the battle of the saints after the wind, and it is also the royal family of elves. Symbol, the mourning song of Stardust, it is said that this armor has long been missing with the mist elves in the long river of history, but when it reappears on the king of the elves one day, it will not lose its elegance.
"Master Fenghou... You are..." Brando didn't understand what the appearance of Fenghou in such a costume meant, was it to give that she-wolf a stab at it? It seems that Saint Osor who he knows is not such a superficial person.
"Huh?" The Dark Kouhua sighed in surprise after looking at the wind: "It really is the legacy of those guys in the Tower of the Sky. I didn't expect that I would still be able to see it in this era."
"What does this mean?" Brando interrupted her.
"Brando," but Fenghou took the initiative: "Remember what I said to you last time?"
"Last time...?"
"That's the time you accepted Odin's inheritance."
"You said..." Brando remembered the conversation at the time: "At that time, you said that what you did and what Odin did may not seem to be useful today, thousands of years later. To say right or wrong clearly is nothing more than different endings caused by different means—"
As if a flash of lightning flashed through his thoughts, he immediately reacted: "It turns out that the dragon of darkness chose the wrong path, and you—"
"We may not be right," St. Ossor interrupted Brando. "In fact, we had already expected today's result since the last battle."
"But why..." Brando looked at Fenghou in a puzzled way: "Is it true that what Master Tulaman said?"
"This is about a legend, Brando." Elf Yu Jie gave Kou Hua a silent look, and replied faintly.
That is the age when the azure knight has not penetrated the firmament and attracted meteors to the ground, thus unfolding the era of the mortal...
It is the era before Chaos.
In the era described in countless praise psalms, God walked on the earth, and the earth was full of God's people—the silver race. God's warrior-a family of gold. Before them, there were even more glorious people and servants. Under the brilliance of the gods, the earth is full of gold and jade, and the rivers are flowing with sweet and smooth water. The gods guide their people to cultivate and multiply on this fertile land. The fire of civilization once prospered. The strong, silver clan has built countless miracles on the earth. Towers plunge into the sky, the city floats above the clouds, the temple is made of jade, and the holy sounds in the temple are endless all year round.
But in fact, the history of war in Cangzhi's poem tells a completely different story.
It was an era of war, bloodshed, and heroic sacrifices. In that era, the gods and their servants also faced a terrible enemy-the dragon of twilight, countless battles, countless times on the ruins. Reconstruction, civilization has collapsed several times, and in the final years, the Dragon of Twilight has captured the most powerful fortress of the Silver People, the Tower of Babel.
The gloom of civilization.
This is the terrible disaster recorded in the Cangzhi epic of the Cruz people, recorded on the war slab, and recorded in the black prophecy. Countless civilizations were destroyed once, and the past inheritance was scattered on the earth. After that, for countless years, the once noble people of silver had to trudge on the earth, piercing through thorns and thorns, looking for everything that was lost.
Until a hero appears in this world.
Azure knight.
The legend that changed everything.
After the azure spear pierced the sky and caused the dragon of twilight to fall into a deep sleep, the Miner appeared on the ground. A prophet led them across the plain and established a god far away from the field of four-leaf clover today. The first civilized empire after Ende was the Miner Empire, which was also the beginning of the mortal era.
And that prophet, he did not have a name, but the legend about him has been passed down from generation to generation, because since then every generation of Miner has had a prophet, and they have a common name-Dragon of Darkness.