The wizards began to yearn intensely for Anvilia to lower the distortion barrier.
In their opinion, the reason why they are being chased by those streams of light must be because the space they can escape is limited by the distortion barrier. If there is enough space to escape, they will not be killed by those streams of light.
die.
Moreover, now that the first and second towers have been destroyed, there is no point in holding on to the White Tower, which is only a ruin.
Many wizards even realized when the first wave of attacks arrived that the distortion barrier would inevitably become an obstacle to their survival. If they want the distortion barrier to play a protective role rather than a restrictive role, the first thing to ensure is that the distortion barrier
The interior of the world is absolutely harmless.
It's like putting a plague-infected person into an underground shelter. Any commotion that breaks out in an absolutely confined space will be a prelude to destruction.
But even if they realize this, it won't make any difference.
Ordinary wizards do not have the authority to see Anvilia. And wizards with higher authority have no possibility of persuading Anvilia.
Talents like Director Drunkard who have authority and clear ideas have been placed in the fifth tower by Anvilia and Scott.
Today's fifth tower can be said to be a mobile treasure trove. All undamaged important research materials, experimental data and barrier backups in the entire White Tower were transferred by Scott. In addition, including An Ruosi
A new generation of talents, including old wizards with real talents and knowledge.
If the White Tower really faces irreparable destruction, Merlin will take the entire Fifth Tower and randomly teleport to a safe place, and use the illusion barrier to completely hide himself beforehand. This kind of teleportation can last for a month.
After six times, until the area near the landing point is determined to be safe enough, the fifth tower will never open its hidden barrier and will move every once in a while to ensure the confidentiality of its location.
Until Merlin gets the management rights of the land near the landing point.
There is no problem whether buying a title or land. In just one month, Merlin can fully unfold more than a dozen wards such as the Old City Barrier, the Observer Barrier and the Distortion Barrier, and redefine the White Tower.
sphere of influence.
Therefore, for Anvilia and Scott, the importance of the fifth tower is completely different from the other four towers.
The Fifth Tower is the future of the White Tower. Even if you avoid fighting and sit back and watch the White Tower be destroyed, you cannot expose the existence of the Fifth Tower... Anyway, you can't win if you expose it.
Until now, the Fifth Tower, which has been hidden due to the secret barrier, belongs to an urban legend level existence even when looking at the inside of the White Tower. It is not even certain whether it exists or not. The fifth tower can be known
It can be said that those with the main identity belong to the decision-making level of the White Tower without exception.
"Scott, help me up."
Anvilia showed a soft smile, looking at Scott with soft light in her eyes.
Scott's face, as stiff and cold as a corpse, finally melted.
But for the first time, he did not obey Anvilya's words. Instead, he knelt on the ground and held Anvilya's hand tightly with both hands.
It's said to be tight, but strictly speaking it can only be said to be in contact.
As if he was afraid that he would accidentally crush Anvilia's slender hands. Scott held Anvilia's hands in his hands and controlled his strength with all his strength, hoping not to exert any force on Anvilia's hands.
Too much pressure.
Anvilia was obviously stunned for a moment.
"Your Highness...I am with you."
Scott looked into Anvilia's eyes and said very seriously: "It doesn't matter if you die. I don't care about anything, as long as you can..."
"……I know."
Anvilia interrupted Scott's unsaid words.
She sighed invisibly: "Stop talking, okay, Scott."
"...As you wish."
Scott's voice did not tremble at all, but Anvilia felt his hands become cold for a moment.
Then Scott seemed not to care and put his hands down from Anvilia's hands as if nothing happened.
"Scott, if I am no longer here, you must protect Merlin's inheritance..."
"No."
Scott refused simply: "I am your knight. I will never die behind you."
"Scott..."
"That is an insult to my character...please stop saying it."
"……All right."
Anvilia raised her head again, looked at Scott's lowered expression quietly, and agreed expressionlessly: "Then, Scott, I won't resurrect you this time."
"As you wish."
"Just let me go to hell in peace."
"As you wish."
Scott's face remained unmoved. He just lowered his head and responded to Anvilia's orders unconditionally with an emotionless voice.
Suddenly, Anvilia leaned her upper body over and pressed her forehead against Scott's.
Scott's body stiffened suddenly, and then quickly recovered.
"Scott..."
Anvilia made a faint voice as if she was dreaming: "Can you protect me, my knight?"
At that moment, Scott's pupils dilated instantly.
He remembered the first time he saw Anvilia a thousand years ago.
At that time, in King Lessar's back garden, Scott, who was only one meter tall, was taking a nap against a huge wing tree surrounded by five people.
As a future sword holder, Scott was already different from other children of the same age and spent every day in arduous training. He was wearing a proportionally scaled brown tight-fitting leather armor of the sword guard unit, with a waistband
Carrying a thin sword made of a child's body.
Although he heard that he was going to meet the master he would serve in the future, Scott didn't bother talking to a kid who didn't understand anything. He didn't care that his father was anxiously looking for him everywhere. He just relied on his small body to
His body was completely submerged in a sea of flowers that could submerge half an adult's body.
What woke Scott up at that time was not his father's scabbard, but a faint fragrance.
When Scott quietly opened his eyes, a beautiful girl about a head taller than himself was squatting next to him, looking at him curiously.
Her face is reminiscent of a lily. Her blond hair, which is about half-length to her waist, is loose and untied, with wet moisture on it. And her eyes exude a radiance that left a deep impression on Scott.
Amber with golden halo.
"Who are you?"
Little Scott asked warily.
"I am Anvilia, the princess of Lessar," Anvillia looked at Scott with a smile, "Are you my knight?"
"...Make no mistake. I haven't agreed yet."
Scott's face turned slightly red at that time, he turned his head to one side, and said proudly in a confident and childish voice: "No one can shake Lord Scott's will!"
"Then you agree."
Anvilia squinted her beautiful amber eyes, leaned her head over, and touched Scott's forehead condescendingly: "Can you protect me, my knight?"
...Is there any mistake? I haven't agreed yet.
But for some reason, when smelling the fragrance of Anvilia, little Scott responded in a strange way: "Then you will marry me."
Hearing this, Anvilia showed a troubled smile: "This is not possible. If Lessar and Lesnar get married, those adults will be very distressed... Even if I can't marry you, you can
Can you protect me?"
"Of course. I have already decided. Whether you marry or not is your business."
Scott didn't know where the courage came from at that time. He hugged Anvilia amidst her screams and shouted loudly to his father who was running towards him: "Sir Scott's will
, no one can shake it!”
...Although he was severely beaten by his father afterwards, Scott never regretted his brave hug at that time.
The corners of Scott's mouth rose inexplicably.
After hundreds of years, a smile that was actually not very good-looking finally gradually appeared on that face as cold and heartless as a dead man: "Of course. Of course I will protect you."
"——My will will never waver." (To be continued.) For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net