The emerald green eyes reflected a thin golden trajectory falling into the horizon. The wind started blowing in the forest, and the shadowy forest canopy surged in the distance, with leaves flying.
The leaves of the March laurel fell on the terrace and blew into the inner palace.
The light streamed into the hall, making the marble columns shine brightly.
Airanta watched all this quietly, while those on the left and right looked at their sages quietly. This seemed to vaguely indicate the end of an era, but few people understood what it meant.
After a moment of silence, the former suddenly walked down the steps, and the hem of her silk robe spread over the marble floor. She turned around and said to the two Popes of Faenzan:
"Your Majesty, it's time. The prophecies from the past are all at this moment. Maybe we will be destroyed, or the world will be reborn, but mortals finally have the power to decide."
The sage actually bowed slightly and said, "Your Majesty, please give me a helping hand."
"This is our duty," the former pope quickly replied, "please rest assured that the empire will always follow Lord Farnzan's will, Lord Sage."
The current pope also added: "The envoy is already on the way, Lord Sage," but he had some doubts: "But I am worried about the wind elves and them."
"They will agree, they now have a thousand-year king." Airanta smiled softly, as if thinking of old friends.
She turned around and walked out of the terrace. The strong wind was tugging at her robe. There seemed to be an invisible door outside the terrace. When she walked into the door, her figure gradually faded.
Then gradually disappeared.
In many places in the Four Realms Wilderness and Starry Forest, disasters have completely changed the elegant and calm life attitude of the indigenous people here.
A meteorite fell on Quirins, destroying half of the royal court that the wind elves were proud of. The whole city fell into a hellish scene, and cries resounded through the sky.
From the highest point of the Star-Moon Temple, look into the darkness in the distance. The city is filled with dots of firelight and thick columns of smoke.
The elves all looked at this scene with solemn expressions.
But St. Osol, the Queen of the Wind, who stood in front of the twelve-column corridor, had a calm expression. Twenty-four knights stood quietly beside her. The hunter sister and brother were a little embarrassed, dressed in the costumes of the elves, and followed on the other side until
Today they are not used to these clothes that the elves consider decent but a bit too complicated and gorgeous.
The Sun Crown King of the Elves followed these people with some fear, feeling a little unwilling but helpless. He only heard the sage saying to the envoy not far away in a determined tone:
"The sylphs will ally themselves with the Faenzan."
"Sir." The envoy's voice was trembling. He never dreamed that he would meet a sage. What an honor it was, the most noble existence in a thousand years. "I will convey your every message completely.
Word." He replied respectfully.
Elf Sister nodded: "Go back and ask your Emperor to prepare for the war. This war may determine the fate of all of us."
Her voice drifted away with the wind, as if it floated over the forest to a farther place, where there are mountains and rivers, plains and lakes. It crossed the strait. It crossed the peninsula that jutted into the raging waves of thousands of miles, and followed the name of "Green"
The seasonal wind follows the sea currents and comes to a place called Rosal.
The wind howls here all year round, and the sand and stones rolled up pass through the canyon, carving countless weird pillars in the sand. In the huge and weird palace on the cliff, dragon shadows dance. One of the rooms in the thousands of palaces
Inside, a golden young dragon was resting his chin on the window sill, watching this scene with boredom.
"Aloz!" The elder's voice came from outside the door.
The little female dragon grabbed a golden cup and threw it out. There was a clanging sound outside the hall, and the elder's voice became furious: "Damn it, you attacked a member of the Senate again. If you continue like this, you won't be able to reach adulthood.
Aloz!”
"Given to you." Aloz curled his lips. His huge body transformed into a human form in a burst of golden light. She fiddled with her huge curly hair with her hands, and her golden pupils were full of boredom.
She has been locked up for several months.
"How dare you bribe a member of the Senate!"
"Don't come back."
"Then I'll accept it. I just want to tell you that accepting bribes is something even in the Dragon Clan... Oh my god, you smashed my beloved gold cup. If I read it correctly, this is Odo Er.
The collection of Shi..." the voice outside the door shouted in a fuss.
An old man with a white beard trailing on the ground walked in holding a gold cup. As he walked, he stroked a dent on the gold cup and sighed.
"I have good news for you, Aloz."
"You have to tell me first, why is it so chaotic outside?"
"I don't know, maybe Lord Owenroth is summoning the Dragon Council." The little old man looked around: "Where is Frofa?"
"She was angry with me and I gave her earrings to a mortal."
"Oh." The little old man replied nonchalantly. The relationship between dragons is very confusing, otherwise there wouldn't be so many dragonborns in the world: "You are an adult, Aloz."
"What did you say!"
The little female dragon almost thought she heard wrong, then she screamed and jumped three feet high. She rushed over like a whirlwind, grabbed the latter's white beard excitedly, and asked loudly:
"What's going on? Tell me again?"
"Oh my god, let go!" the little old man shouted angrily. He stretched out his hand and flicked it, and Aloz flew out like a cannonball, smashing through a wall of the palace. She finally managed to get out of the smoke and dust again.
He crawled back, looked at the old man with a disgraced look, and stuck out his tongue.
"What is going on, Lord Tullworth?"
"The temples have suddenly received Bahamut's blessing. From today on, the young generation of the dragons will directly come of age. When you hold the coming-of-age ceremony, you can directly feel the ancient will."
Aloz's golden pupils lit up: "The gods are back again?"
"That's not the case. I don't know if this Xu Yi came back from outside the elemental realm or was left behind before. The priests have already blown up and are investigating." The little old man replied.
Come on, is there a war?"
The latter nodded.
Aloz raised his head and looked through the window. The shadow of the dragon was passing over the sky. In the temple of the dragons, a majestic voice was echoing repeatedly:
“Go Cruz!”
…
Brando, Freya, where are you...?
A slightly frightened, tiny voice suddenly flashed through Gwendolen's heart. The Dragon Queen stopped. Suddenly she turned around and looked behind her with some doubts. The whole street was burning, and the flames came from all the places.
They jumped out from behind the windows and doors, and sparks rose up and danced in the thick smoke.
From time to time, there was the sound of buildings collapsing in the distance, and there was a loud creaking sound, but that subtle sound seemed to be an illusion and never appeared again. She squinted her eyes, and her eyes reflected the road surface illuminated by the firelight.
It was as if all the water had been evaporated from the soil, and the high-temperature air currents were flowing on the streets, and the air seemed to be distorted, forming sparkling ripples.
The high temperature did not make Gwendolen feel any discomfort. Human beings often rumored that dragons lived in volcanoes because dragons flew in the sky and burned everything in their path. Although this statement is not considered by scholars,
It's full of low-level fallacies, but it's harmless.
Ice and fire, air and earth. For mortals, dragons can draw nutrients from extreme elemental environments, so people often find them in extreme environments, such as volcanoes and ice peaks, swamps and mountains, thus
If misunderstandings of this kind occur and an adult dragon like Gwendolyn rolls around in lava, it's not a big deal.
Of course, they wouldn't really do that unless their brains were burned.
In fact, the dragons also pursue a comfortable and generous living environment, just like they pursue wealth. In comparison, their ecology is more similar to that of Moriel's businessmen, greedy, selfish, and hedonistic.
A giant dragon like Gwendolyn can be considered an outlier among the dragons.
Just like their kind who don't understand why they have to run around all day long, the dragons often have only one reason for running around, and that is to blackmail and kidnap the princess of a certain kingdom and blackmail the king's treasure house.
Gwendolyn's eyes searched every corner carefully. She was a meticulous person or a careful dragon. She had developed this kind of carefulness through many years of living habits but still gained nothing.
"illusion?"
The Dragon Queen frowned and looked back at the square ahead, which was December Square.
This square was designed and built in the Year of the Return of Glory. The designer was Hozios Steelaxe, the great master of the dwarves. Of course, this square has undergone thousands of changes and reconstructions. At this moment, even the designer himself is crawling out of his own tomb.
At this point, you may not be able to recognize your own masterpiece.
Not to mention the square at this moment, even if the street guard came here the day before, he might not recognize it.
The square is a piece of blood-red land, just like the hills and basins Gwendolyn saw in Bilod. The soil is rich in certain metallic elements, and the land appears bright red.
However, the land cracked in the high temperature, like a dry field. The Dragon Queen slowly walked on the cracked blood scab, making a crunching sound like breaking bones.
The statue of the knight Duke completely collapsed from the pedestal. The stone sculpture lay in pieces in the center of the square. The head and one left arm were by the fountain, the torso and lower body fell in the center of the square, and the war horse lay at the bottom of the dry pool.
One right hand is still holding the long sword tightly, and the tip of the sword is pointed at a charred skeleton not far away.
Gwendolen walked across the square and came to the skeleton. She saw the tree-like pendant hanging from the skeleton's neck and pulled it off with her hands.
At this time, the skeleton actually moved slightly, its upper and lower jaws shook, and its burnt vocal cords made a hoarse and weak sound.
"Save me...Sir, save me."
"Did the ceremony succeed?"
"Success...Sir, help me."
Gwendolyn turned around and saw that the pattern of bloodstains in the center of the square was like a whirlpool, with charred corpses surrounding the center of the whirlpool. She saw several footprints and left towards the northeast.
"You did a good job."
"Save me...sir."
Gwendolyn smiled and put her hand on the top of its head, "No..." The charred man let out an unwilling scream.
"Why be afraid? Death is the best salvation."
"Why... sir?" The latter trembled in fear.
Gwendolyn's golden vertical pupils looked at him with some pity: "No one dies in vain, the dead need justice."
"No...you will go to hell too!"
The sound stopped suddenly.
The Dragon Queen silently threw away the bishop's body, "Yes, I will go to hell too, soon." She replied softly.
But it's all worth it.
She turned back and looked at the wildly dancing sea of fire, as if she saw a quiet, confident figure in the flames, who was watching her silently through the firelight.
"I'm sorry, we have no choice. This is the fate of this mortal world."
Gwendolen sighed.
The long time has made life itself lose its meaning. For immortal beings, feelings seem to have become weak. Only the eternal goal at the end of the long road attracts their attention.
She has seen many mortals, and in her eyes, the short life of a mortal only lasts as long as a finger, and exists and disappears in the blink of an eye.
She would recall it more or less, but the feeling of sympathy had long since disappeared.
But there is always some kindness and simplicity that will always touch people's hearts.
if you can
But unfortunately, she couldn't give up all this for anyone. When she inherited this bloody inheritance from her predecessors, she already understood this in her heart.
She must be responsible for everyone who has sacrificed for this over the past tens of thousands of years, even if they may not be willing, it doesn't matter.
If the tree herders can succeed, then everything will be worthwhile.
She left the lifeless bishop behind, turned around, and walked toward the northeast. She soon discovered the body of a giant wolf in the sea of fire.
That was a son of Fenrir.
But the latter had been disemboweled, its internal organs were flowing all over the floor, and half of the street was covered with the beast's foul-smelling blood. The dragon queen came to the corpse, squatted down and stretched out her hand to dig into its stomach for a long time.
Then he took back his bloody hand.
"No heart."
She nodded with satisfaction.
But this movement suddenly froze.
"Brando, Freya, where are you...?"
A slightly frightened, small voice asked in her heart.
"who?"
The Dragon Queen stood up and looked around with vigilant eyes. The sea of fire crackling around the square, but no one came to answer her question.
Apart from the sound of burning, there was no other sound.
However, it was at this time that the voice sounded again, ethereal, like the sobs of a ghost.
