"The snow has stopped."

The snow really stopped, leaving only a blanket of white flowers above the Ashes Square.

The man's heterochromatic eyes only watched quietly as the last few snowflakes fell in the night sky, finally landing on the fur of his armor. They melted silently and turned into a few drops of water. A lone lamppost stood tall.

At the end of the field of vision——

A woman's body was hanging on a lamppost in the distance, swaying gently in the cold wind.

The city is soaking in the night, but the darkness of the night cannot hide everything. There are only a few firelights in the distance, reflecting the dark and low sky, making it look a bit lonely.

On the contrary, nearby, the Charlotte Building is brightly lit. In the four-story marble building, the golden glow shines from behind each window and the intertwined figures seem to be holding a grand banquet.

But the banquet was not a good one. The Duke's mansion opposite the city hall was dark and silent. The tall man stood on the terrace on the second floor of the manor, his eyes reflecting the firelight, as if he was trying to burn away the afterglow of an era.

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The little maid stood behind him, stamping her feet because of the cold. She rubbed her hands cutely, took a breath, and sincerely wished: "Sir, I hope there will be good weather tomorrow."

"How can such good weather come from the severe winter in the north?" The man laughed dumbly, turned around and looked at this cute little woman - his eyes were clear. In his opinion, she was just a little girl at best.

He was dressed in military uniform, and he didn't know how long he had been standing here. A thin layer of ice had grown on the leaf-covered silver armor of 'Dego's Box', and the old gray hood was also stained by wind and frost.

But the latter didn't seem to check, and just smiled - the long golden hair under the brim of the hat was not because of a different nationality from the country, but because of the different blood of the gods and demons.

There is a scar on the man's chin, only an inch long. The chosen one can choose to spend a certain amount of experience to eliminate the physical defects when he is reborn, but he retains this mark just because it is the man's testimony.

Every time people asked this question, he would answer in a joking tone: Because he is relatively stupid and may be different from those talented geniuses. Every bit of experience is very valuable to him and is hard-earned.

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But in fact, this scar witnessed the transformation of a boy, from the stupid bird that took flight first, to the moment when he metamorphosed into an eagle. That was nine years ago, the moment when he held up the trophy with blood on his face and burst into tears.

——People also remember that name.

Perhaps as he said, those who once looked down on him and those who supported him witnessed the moment when he reached the peak step by step. Just like the god Odin in Nordic mythology who challenged the unyielding fate.

And the one who refuses to surrender is his title of Ten Kings.

Ragnarok is only the fifth-ranked guild in the country, but this man is one of the only three people to reach the top of the Chinese division in this generation - the King of Warriors.

"Mr. Odin, when are we going back..." The little maid was too cold to speak.

Odin didn't mind: "You can go back first, Miss Fios, and let me stay here alone."

The little maid curled her lips, she didn't dare.

Odin suddenly raised his head: "Your master is here."

The latter was stunned for a moment, then turned around and saw a young man walking out of the darkness. "Master Enan," the little maid was stunned for a moment, then frowned and said angrily: "You sneaked out again

Yes, if Mr. Ferrier finds out..."

The young man glanced at Odin and replied: "Don't worry, Mr. Odin won't expose me. Fios, you won't either, right?"

"Master Enan..."

The little maid's voice was full of helplessness.

Odin knew the young man's identity.

Enan Mordekaiser, the youngest heir of the Phoenix family, is also the youngest son who is least favored by the earl. People say that he has a withdrawn personality, like a lone wolf who lives in isolation, and is naturally disliked by others.

But Odin thinks it's actually okay, because compared to the aborigines, the other person's attitude towards life is more like that of their chosen ones. But maybe, this is what makes this young man unpopular.

"Good evening, Mr. Odin."

"Good evening, Enan."

The two exchanged greetings like old friends.

But in reality, he is his caretaker and he is his prisoner, at least in name only.

However, Ragnarok is just a guild of selectors, and originally had no connection with the Phoenix Family in Duron City. They only appeared here because of a mission from the Prime Minister and the Super Competitive Alliance.

But missions are missions, status is status, Odin knows this very well.

"What's the matter, Mr. Odin?"

The young man silently glanced at the corpse in the distance.

Odin saw him looking across the terrace and square to the municipal building opposite the Duke's Palace.

Behind every golden window there seems to be telling a story. But Odin understands that not every one of those stories is so perfect, and it represents the choices of many people.

Even after that changes everything.

Even he couldn't tell whether it was a good or bad outcome.

"Are you also waiting for the outcome of the Southern Territory Resolution?" he asked.

The young man shook his head.

Odin always felt that the other party seemed to sigh lightly, but it might also be an illusion.

"That is the pillar of stability in the southern border," Enan turned around and looked at him: "I just came to see how an era came to an end..."

Odin gently swept away the snowflakes on his gauntlets and silently glanced in that direction.

It snowed heavily in the north of Kaolin this winter.

But after the snow melts, people often know what is hidden underneath.

"The snow has stopped," Ainan replied.

"But it may not be a good sign, Mr. Odin."

…

A crowded meeting place.

The voices of dispute are reaching their highest point.

The presidents of the three guilds, Ember Song, Dragon Hunter Mercenary Group and Remembrance, are still arguing:

"The Southern Alliance is not outside the Super Competitive Alliance, nor is it unbound—"

"...But the Super Athletic Alliance can't interfere in our internal affairs, right?"

"Why do you want us to reorganize the top management?"

The three people raised their heads and looked past everyone in the conference hall. Among the 120 seats of participants, members from the 43 guilds in the south also whispered dissatisfiedly:

"That's right..."

"What's the difference between these restrictions and selling oneself...?"

"There's no good in staying here. How about kicking the old, weak, sick and disabled away?"

"The bbk alliance itself doesn't have a good reputation..."

The official from bbk above the main seat had no expression on his face. He only looked at the light page in front of him and said not a word.

There seemed to be a voice lingering in the hall:

"We are the freely chosen ones..."

"The Southern Alliance was not established for this reason..."

At this time, a middle-aged man stood up, pushed up his glasses and replied loudly: "...This is a document from the Super Competitive Alliance. All Free Chosen Guilds must operate according to standards. In the north, on the coast of Baozhang

, this is true in every region.”

"Besides, bbk club is willing to join the Southern League, which may not be a good thing..."

The voices in the hall fell silent.

When people hold different opinions, it does not necessarily mean that the differences are really big. It may also be that they are just waiting for a price.

But the stagnant silence instead allowed wordless resistance to spread from people's hearts. At this moment, everyone's eyes turned to the president of Ashes Song - Resonance. When Ye Hua was not around, this man who shared life and death with the former

The number one mage in the Southern Territory who has passed by may be the only person in charge here.

Resonance looked at the president of the Throne of Shadows Guild not far away.

"Baixue, are you really not on our side?"

The woman shook her head. "We have decided to side with bbk. Resonance, they are right. This is actually a good thing for our Southern Alliance."

"Good thing?"

Resonance smiled bitterly. He took one last look at the woman he once liked, gently took the badge off his chest and placed it on the long table with 43 seats in the venue.

Under the light of the candlelight, the silver cane badge shines - it has a beauty that is different from the heraldry of Etalia, a simple and modern beauty - but at this moment, there is a trace of dust on the silver.

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Everyone watched his action, and there was silence in the hall.

That badge represents a piece of past history.

It witnessed the unification of forty-three guilds in the south and the birth of a huge Chosen force. Thirteen years ago, after the Battle of Byrne, it was the product of an era. But the era eventually came to an end.

"Song of Ashes joined this alliance because of its past oaths," Resonance raised his head and said softly: "However, since the alliance has lost its original intention, there is no point in staying here anymore..."

"So I declare," he paused, "that Embersong will withdraw from the alliance."

Several guild leaders were stunned.

"Resonance, you don't have to be like this..."
To be continued...