The actions of the ancestors will be verified by their descendants to verify the correctness of the so-called results.
The same era has arrived again. In Tumen's view, do the descendants of those four young people still have the courage and persistence to shoulder the responsibilities of this era?
He looked at these people with a deep and wise look.
This bright gaze couldn't help but make everyone feel ashamed, and some people kept bowing their heads under his gaze.
To be precise, what Tumen saw was just a group of people who had lost their homes and were fleeing like bereaved dogs. Among these people were the Cruz people and the Faenzan people.
Feeling anxious and uneasy, as if he has not yet broken free from the previous fear.
And some people still carry the arrogance characteristic of this era, which is the proud reserve of the nobility, just like the bad habits of the Min'er people thousands of years ago.
But one thing is common.
This trait was clearly demonstrated in the previous battles. At least these people have not given up hope and still have the courage to fight for their homeland.
This is the trait that mortals need most in the days to come.
This is enough.
Tumen nodded, silently evaluating in his heart whether his and Odin's waiting had value.
He spoke.
"I see that you are dejected, and some people even look terrified when they hear my name, like a group of lost dogs. I think if it were a thousand years ago, your four sages and your ancestors would have been just like you.
, will the structure of the Saint’s War change?”
Tumen slowly stood up from his seat, looking very imposing. His powerful aura even forced everyone present to step back. His tone was almost harsh, and it was as frightening as the thunder and lightning.
"Look, the Min'er people lost to a group of heroes, but their descendants turned into cowards!"
These words frightened the Dukes, but the young people were filled with dissatisfaction. However, they could not persist under Tumen's pressure and could only show humiliating expressions.
Tumen continued to speak in a long voice: "I have lived in seclusion here for a thousand years. After a thousand years, I saw such a group of homeless dogs. So tell me. Is the empire left by Gilt finished? His descendants are dejected.
, have they lost all the spirit and faith left to them by their ancestors?”
The old man saw many mixed expressions on the faces, including fear, terror, unyieldingness, and anger. He was relieved that he did not see insensitivity: "I heard. To the south of Cloak Bay, there are
Another group of Cruz people survived, and they formed an alliance with the former enemies of Nazer, putting aside their past grievances and facing new enemies."
"And now, I saw another group of Cruz people, so I asked, are the Cruz people extinct?"
He shook his head to himself: "Not really."
"So are the Faenzan dead?"
"not at all."
"Have the descendants of the four sages completely given up hope?"
His eyes fell on these people in distress.
"Not at all!" Rodrigo, the grand leader of the Silver Horse Knights, snorted and replied loudly: "The Faenzan people are here. We can turn into cold corpses. But no one can tell us to bow our heads!"
This sonorous and powerful answer shocked the hearts of all the Cruz people. Veronica raised her head and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "Lord Tumen, although the empire is in disaster today, his people
We still haven’t given up hope, otherwise we wouldn’t have fought all the way to this point. I also believe that as long as there is one Cruz person alive, the spirit of the Golden Flame Way will continue to exist forever.”
The words of the female legion leader made many young knights raise their heads. This is the spiritual heritage of the empire. Although it may have been forgotten by the nobles for a long time, at this moment, the descendants of the Lord of Fire are still like heroes.
Picked it up.
There is still hot blood in the chests of the young people, like a ball of rolling flames. The hot blood is rushing in their veins. Even those who are the most depressed and dejected seem to have figured out the direction in the darkness.
Except for a few northern nobles from Ludwig, most of the Dukes' faces were filled with heat, and they wanted to pick up weapons and fight the monsters outside again.
Yes, when did the honor of the family have to be maintained with these hypocritical etiquettes? There was only one place where the ancient nobles realized their value, and that was to die on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather.
"Imperial people, even if they die, they cannot bow their heads."
This is the motto of the northern nobles and was once the spiritual symbol of the Cruz people.
But now, it was shouted out by a Faenzan man first.
Tumen looked at these people and nodded. "These are the descendants of Gilt and Faenzan that I am familiar with."
"Lord Tumen," Veronica continued to express her thanks at this time: "Thank you for disregarding past grudges and lending a helping hand to those of us who are in trouble."
After she said this, she suddenly fell silent.
In fact, the expressions of everyone present were a little complicated. Their ancestors had overthrown the rule of the Min'er people. Their descendants should have inherited the hatred of the Min'er people, but who would have thought that one day they would be saved by Tumen.
?
Especially the Cruz people present deeply understood that Tumen was not only saving them, but also the empire itself.
"You don't have to be grudges about this, I'm not just taking action for you." Regarding Veronica's words, Tumen shook his head: "You must understand this, whether it is Cruz or Farnzan,
Not just an empire for imperial people.”
Regarding this sentence, perhaps no one could understand its meaning before Black Moon fell to death, but at this moment, everyone more or less understood it.
"Lord Tumen, the people of the Empire will shoulder corresponding responsibilities, not to mention those monsters are still raging in the Empire. Sooner or later we will take back our homeland," Veronica replied: "In this war,
The Imperials will never retreat."
"It's a good idea," Tumen replied, "but it's not enough, even with your surviving compatriots on the other side of Cloak Bay."
The words in front of Tumen made all the Cruz people shine, especially the eldest son of the emperor Lenaret and Veronica. Cloak Bay is not only the cradle of the Imperial Navy, but also the most prosperous area of commerce in the empire. If it is really like Tumen
To say they survived is undoubtedly great news for them.
Even if it is affected by the disaster, as long as it is not completely destroyed, at least there are still people and materials. More importantly, there is the traditional sphere of influence of the Temple of Flame. The belief in the Golden Flame Way and the spiritual inheritance of the empire will continue to exist.
It is passed down to the surviving people.
Not to mention, if the survivors there reach a reconciliation with the Nazer people, then they can at least flee to the south or the north. In this way, even if the empire is destroyed for a while, as long as these two groups of Cruz people still exist, then eventually
One day, it will still be reborn on top of the ruins.
This rare good news these days can't help but cheer up all the Cruz people. These days, their morale has been low. In addition to physical suffering, everyone has actually suffered a greater mental blow.
The collapse of the empire was tantamount to the collapse of faith for every proud citizen of the empire, especially when they watched the giant dragons being killed and destroyed by the terrifying force in front of them, which made everyone feel helpless.
There was a sense of despair that the end of the world had come.
At this moment, although they were not able to sweep away the dejection, it was enough to inject a glimmer of hope into their stagnant souls.
And this is exactly what Tumen wants to see. What he needs is not a group of people who have completely given up hope and fled, but people who can stand up and fight to preserve hope.
Only such people can bring the possibility of survival to Warnd's future.
However, the second half of his words still caused a murmur among the nobles. Veronica couldn't help but ask: "Lord Tumen, we originally planned to cross the Alkhash Mountains and head to the Wilderness of the Four Realms to meet with the Empire.
The Red Army will gather together and launch a counterattack from there. First, we will regain some areas south of the Evergreen Corridor, and then consider heading towards Cloak Bay. Do you have a different view on this, my lord?"
"Do you mean that the Cruz people plan to fight these monsters alone? You should know whose pawns they are."
Everyone was silent for a while.
Tumen continued: "You know better than me the history that happened in the past few eras described in the poem of Cang. Our civilization has experienced countless similar wars since it was ignited by Lord Martha, and
Your future will be more sinister and dangerous than the era of the Holy War, are the Cruz people ready?"
Veronica couldn't help but shut her mouth.
If this is a war with Dusk, how can the Cruz people be prepared? Countless eras ago, even beings like the Azure Knight could not completely kill the Dragon of Dusk. How can mortals like them be said to be ready?
Can you control your own destiny?
Tumen is absolutely right. The War of the Saints is just a war to decide the dominance of the continent between mortals and the Min'er people. The Min'er people just want to enslave the world, but the Dragon of Dusk wants to destroy everything, so that
The world returns to chaos.
Facing such a level of existence, it is difficult for mortals like them to imagine the power that the other party possesses. The monsters they fought before were just a small projection of this power in this world, and they seemed to be enough to destroy the entire Cruz.
When dusk falls, can they still save the only piece of paradise they have?
They dare not think, nor are they willing to think about this suffocating and hopeless future.
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