The rustling wind swept across the dry and cracked land on the plateau, and the sparse vegetation rustled up and shook, bowing and bowing to the indifferent and harsh monarch. Favas stretched out his snow-white paws to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky, and his thin claws stretched out from under the fluff, shimmering with cold light. It raised its head, and the blue sea-like eyes reflected the entire northern sky and the scene above the earth. That is such a picture. The northern mountains of Anzeruta are like a giant gate, lying at the end of the sky, in the open. On the alluvial plain, the river is like a shining ribbon. The river flows far away and merges under the undulating mountains. The heavy gray shadows and curved curves finally gather at one point.
There is a fortress, the last gateway to the evergreen corridor.
Fawaz stared in that direction silently, not knowing what thoughts were turning in his mind, the cold wind blew the brass-ringed snow-white beard of the king of beasts, causing it to sway slightly. It turned its head, and the heavy armor draped on its body made a squeaky sound: "Change the flag." Standing behind this wise and martial lion king were two rows of tall guards with golden mane, but among the crowd , There was an old lion man with a long stick in a red robe, and saw it bend its head and knees, and asked tremblingly:
"Now? My dear Majesty?"
Favas raised a finger, his sharp nails gleamed with a sharp cold light, and it shook the finger gently: "Don't call me your majesty, Naze, only that person can call it your majesty. She is a thousand realms. The King, the King of Kings, she is the light of day and the color of night. It was foreseen in the psalm that she would rule the world. Now she is back, with the gospel of eternity and the salvation of the Lion Clan, you I serve her as I serve a prince."
Modesty stared at the lion’s camp. The cold-blooded animal’s unique vertical pupil contained a cold narrow light. She immediately saw patches of black flags rising from the endless camp, replacing the original one. The ocean-like golden lion's mane flag. "Ha ha ha," the female black dragon couldn't help but laugh twice, "It's an honor to be able to witness the advent of such an era."
She spread her hands up, and black flags slowly rose behind her.
On the banner, the holy emblem named Yasgot gleamed.
On the eve of the Holy Day of the Year of the Sword, the lionman with Golden Mane Toquinin passed through the Rokozy-Broken Sword Mountain fortress group. Qiao Gendigan's army captured the last fortress in the south of the Four Realms-Asaph, and two armies were there. The southern end of the Evergreen walkway converged, and the change was announced at the same time. The black imperial battle flag, the symbol of the dark dragon Odin, disappeared from the earth for a thousand years before finally descending on this land again.
The remnants of the Cruz people fleeing north, the knights and the nobles, had the honor to witness the birth of this moment that changed history with their own eyes.
The news was taken to the north, and people soon discovered that Her Majesty the Supreme Queen of the empire and the Temple Army belonging to her side had played the same banner, so a rumors spread under the spread of caring people. Thousands of years later, the king in darkness has already Returning, she is both the prince and the father. She is the bright light rising in the darkness and the ruler of the previous era. When she comes back, she brings the glory and redemption that passed away and will surely put an end to all these lies.
The whole Vaughan shook.
As if there was a tacit understanding, the Scarlet Legion and the wind elves ceased fighting at the same time in the four realms, but then the elves fell into a dead water-like silence, and the Temple of the Queen of Wind did not show any signs for a while, and the temple went to the Holy See. Down to the chief priest, the king from the emperor down to the officials, they lost their voices collectively, as if a terrible taboo lay in front of them, making them trembling like walking on thin ice, not dare to speak easily.
In Faenzan, the Sanir people slowed their pace of southward advancement, and the nobles of the free city-state looked at each other and were at a loss. The Guangming Church, which has been evasive about the dragon of darkness, suddenly summoned all regional bishops to Baicheng and reactivated the sacred council that was abandoned after the War of the Holy Ones. However, when people speculated that the church would send troops to the south to sanction the mad queen, The Supreme One of Faenza, the Emperor of the Empire and Pope Gloria II, put the boiling north into death silence with a decree.
'The Knights of the Silver Horse retreated to the north of Alkhash, all the troops in the empire were not allowed to move south, the Holy Council was temporarily closed, and no one inside the church was allowed to discuss the situation in the south—'
Therefore, the sacred council that was reopened after 762 years was like a glimmer of light. After a short recovery, it died equally quickly. During this period, it only went through a short period of twelve days. The Faenzan people dubbed it as the "ten days". parliament'.
After a series of events, the only result left was that the entire civilized world collectively fell into silence, as if the upheaval that occurred in the Cruz Empire was just an illusion.
"boom-"
Duke Wei Na slapped the envelope heavily on the table, and his shaking hands proved how high his anger was. This older generation of imperial ministers had all their beards and hairs, and looked around like a lion, and roared: "Let it go. What good is it for them if the situation continues to deteriorate!?" The generals around the sand table looked different, some were frightened, some were at a loss, and some showed a look of panic and uneasy, just for three days. Before, Her Majesty’s army had already invaded Simez. In her army there was a clear-cut sequence of mountain people and witches, and on the border of civilization, it is said that many people have observed strange human races, and everyone knows it. Gu Ming, it was Min'er who came back again.
Nowadays, the rumor that Her Majesty is the Dragon of Darkness has been raging. She has never been old since she was fifteen. Isn't this the most direct proof? People originally hoped that the Temple of Flame would stand up and take charge of the overall situation at this chaotic juncture, but now even the Temple itself has split into two factions. The two voices fought fiercely in the empire’s intellectual circles, making it difficult to tell who is. Who is wrong, but as the situation on the battlefield becomes more and more skewed towards the queen, many clerks have turned to the scholastics. As for the northern aristocrats that the conservatives rely on, the days are getting worse every day.
Many of the conservative aristocrats were originally royalists. Standing on the position of the orthodox heirs, since the Silver Queen began to attack the princes around him, they have been separated from them. As the Silver Queen’s actions become more and more crazier, what they originally thought would be the most unconventional actions in the world will soon lead her into a state of rebellion, especially when she re-enables the Senjas and claims to be the Dark Dragon. The north was full of joy, and at that time they could even imagine that soon Faenzan and Saint Ossor would send troops to intervene, and maybe even the sage who was far away in the ring of the world would take action to suppress them.
Everyone knows that the world order established after the War of the Saints is the cornerstone of mortal civilization. Anyone who attempts to shake this cornerstone is against the entire civilized world. At this moment, the already crazy Her Majesty stood on the opposite side of the entire civilized world.
Her fate can be imagined.
The northern aristocrats celebrated with each other, thinking that victory was already in sight, but the facts that followed made them surprised and even at a loss. The successive silence of the Temple of Light and the Temple of the Queen of the Wind caused their hearts to drop to a freezing point, and they even doubted their own worldview. What is going on in this world? However, the silence of one side often means that the other side is more arrogant. The nobles of Cloak Bay who were still hesitating immediately joined the Queen’s camp, and the imperial fleet, which has been controlled by the temple, also fell to the scholasticism. In addition to the sudden change of the Lions and Qiao Gendigang's army south of the Evergreen Passage, the entire north was in a state of isolation and helplessness.
Although it is said that the White Legion, which is sticking to the north of the Evergreen Passage, has not yet expressed its position, everyone is aware of their relationship with Her Majesty the Queen. In fact, the nobles on Ludwig’s side have long put no expectations on East Metz. Even in estimating the speed of the White Army’s march, since the news from all directions has long been lost, they can only guess that Fattan Port may have fallen at this time, but they don’t know what the Huaye Ling can support, but the Duke Huaye has so far Still under house arrest in the imperial capital, it must be impossible to support him for too long only by relying on his two daughters.
In this way, Ludwig was fighting alone.
To make matters worse, due to the disappearance of the prince’s eldest son in Eruin, the military aristocrats lost their moral foothold. If it weren’t for the Silver Queen’s identity as the Dragon of Darkness, which caused the temple to split, now they are estimated to have become a group of traitors. The thief.
Among the crowd, an old man in a holy robe sighed. Duke Weina looked at him and said angrily: "Bishop Randall, come on, don’t those damn tree drills and Yankees still With the mentality of profiting from the fisherman, don’t they understand what juncture is now? The mad woman calls herself the Dragon of Darkness and intends to restore the Miner’s rule. She is blaspheming the sacred covenant, but those people turn a blind eye to it. , Really outrageous!"
Randall smiled bitterly: "It's not to blame them, you and I are all witnesses of the last jihad, you should understand what happened at that time... It was really weird what I saw at that time, and people have to feel puzzled. ."
"But you are still standing here," the Duke interrupted him heavily: "Rather than throwing himself into the arms of those rebellious parties, it shows that it is their weakness that is shaking."
"Old man, you can't say that, and I can't prove that my choice is right. I just don't want to betray my beliefs for so many years."
"There is no right or wrong in history, only victory and defeat," the Duke waved his hand impatiently: "Since the people of Dark Iron took over this world, the war of the saints has been a thousand years, so history has been wrong for a thousand years. It is simply nonsense. Only a madman would believe such a statement, at least I would never admit it, and it would not let the dark mad woman easily succeed!"
"You are right, old man," Bishop Randall sighed again. "What are you going to do now?"
"It's very troublesome," Duke Weina rubbed his forehead: "We are in a very disadvantaged position in the military. The crazy woman has a steady stream of cards in his hand. Those messy things don't know that they came out of that slap and beat us. We are retreating, and there are the Lion army in the south, and the underground men, but what I worry most is the imperial fleet in Cloak Bay. If they go to the North Sea to block the channel, then this battle will really be impossible to fight."
These words made everyone in the tent frown. This is also the most realistic thing. The northern aristocrats who originally mastered most of the empire’s military strength in the military were defeated by Her Majesty, and they were about to lose the whole thing. Simez, and the imperial fleet’s defection gave them a fatal blow. Today, most of the supplies in the north come from the North Sea Channel. If the imperial fleet heads to the north to block this supply line, then this battle will really be lost. The method continues to fight.
Duke Wei Na patted the map heavily and said, "I plan to ask the Dragon Clan for help."
"Dragons?"
"This is a way," Bishop Randall shot two bright lights under his eyes. "The dragon was also involved in that incident, and now the three rebel dragons are appearing on the ground with great fanfare, the dragon clan will definitely express this. At least let Qiao Gendigang withdraw his troops unilaterally, otherwise there will be three giant dragons on the enemy's side, and the threat to us is too great."
Duke Wei Na nodded. "That's not the point, old man," he added faintly: "Dragons are not fools, they have already moved, and they may even know all this earlier than we did. As far as I know, Before the mad woman was ready to act, they sent an envoy to the empire, but that envoy did not arrive in the imperial capital. It can be said that it was a step too late. If the time is right, the envoy must still be in the empire. "
"Envoy?" Bishop Randall raised his head in surprise: "Why haven't I heard of this, who is it?"
"I also got the news accidentally, because the dragons first contacted the eldest son of the emperor. This shows that they do not trust the mad woman. As for the envoy they sent, I don't know. , But I only know that it should be a silver dragon."
"Yinlong... This is a very high standard."
"This just shows the importance of the Dragon Race." Duke Wei Na replied.
"Then we have to quickly find this envoy."
"I've arranged for someone to find it a long time ago, but unfortunately I haven't had any clues yet."
Perhaps it was the Duke’s proposal that inspired Randall’s thoughts. The bishop suddenly said, “What about the Bujas? Their position is often consistent with that of the Dragons. Isn’t there any indication?”
Duke Wei Na was startled slightly, as if he was said to have something on his mind, his face became a little weird: "Speaking of these slippery heads, they have shown something..."
"Slippy? Show me something?" Bishop Randall didn't notice his old friend's face: "What do you mean?"
"It's like this. I also suddenly remembered something about the Buga two days ago, and then I found out that they had removed all diplomats just before the crazy woman did it, but..." The Duke hesitated. , Continued: "But I left a letter to me. The meaning of the letter does not seem to support what the crazy woman did. I hope we can stand firm..."
"We insisted on our position. They took advantage for nothing, and wanted to be good, those damn wizards." All the people in the tent suddenly cursed.
"To put it bluntly, I still want to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight," the bishop frowned, "but the Buga people have been around for thousands of years. They shouldn't be so naive. Can't they see that we are not Her Majesty's opponent at all? , If this continues, we will lose sooner or later."
"Don't forget that being isolated from the world is their long-standing strategy." Duke Wei Na replied lightly.
Randall nodded, but he always felt that it was not that simple. At this time, a messenger opened the door of the tent and walked in: "My lord Duke, believe it."
"Letter?" Duke Wei Na was taken aback for a while, glanced at the reply letter from Faenza and Saint Osor in his hand, frowned and asked, "Whose letter?"
"I don't know, sir, but the letter came from Fattan Harbor."
"Fattan Harbor?" The Duke was stunned for a while before he remembered where this place was, not because it was too small, but because he hadn't expected it. He pointed to the letter and asked: "This is nothing. The letter from the legion, what did they do with the letter, huh, is it to say that they have to rebel?"
This remark was full of disdain and irony.
But the messenger shook his head honestly: "No, my lord, I'm afraid it's not from the White Legion. The messenger is from Eruin."
"Eruin?"
Duke Wei Na was really taken aback now.