Magdal looked at the city of Candelbel from a distance. This important trading town connecting Silver Bay to the Four Wildernesses looked a little lonely in the morning mist.
This is not what it used to be.
Those who depend on the daily operation of this huge city - farmers, craftsmen living around the city, and traders traveling on various trade routes should often be busy at dawn before nightfall, so that
The city wakes up from its slumber, and before the first ray of sunshine comes, it gives this ancient city vivid colors.
But today, the city is like a sleeping beast, crawling silently on the fertile fields outside the Oluo Forest.
The morning breeze blew through Magdal's hair, and the thick and unusual smell in the air made the church princess standing here feel more uneasy. In the huge marching tent behind her, the sound of arguments represented
The large and small lords with the coalition forces from the Silver Bay area have not yet reached an agreement——
After the White Mountain Disaster, the wind elves announced a blockade of the national borders and prohibited any outsiders from passing through their territory. The road to the north of the coalition forces was cut off as a result, so everyone was discussing whether it was necessary to change their route through the Four Realms Wilderness-via the Imperial Red Mountains.
The area controlled by the army.
People have all kinds of concerns.
But the most important factor is the consideration of marching safety.
Since the death of Black Moon, there has been no news from the direction of the Four Realms. Humans and wind elves withdrew from the confrontation. After that, the last news that the Red Legion was trying to move closer to the emperor's eldest son's forces in the north, but then the entire legion
Then he disappeared mysteriously, seemingly disappearing from everyone's sight overnight.
Before the White Mountain Disaster occurred, in order to determine the location of the Red Army, Veronica commissioned the wind elves to send scouts to the west of the Four Realms Wilderness. However, after the elves arrived east of Anzeru Tower, they only saw a large number of
Scene of highlanders migrating north.
The Highlanders' homeland was completely reduced to a sea of fire due to the death of the Black Moon. The great migration in the Anzeruta area triggered a collective response from the entire Highlander ethnic group. They originally lived on both sides of the Buta River (this river was located in the area where Brando once lived).
Passing east of Vargas, in the territory of Andzlova, which is the oldest sacred land of the Anzeruta Highlanders, the clans moved north to the Red Mountain area, while the local clans of the Red Mountain continued northward into the Four Territories
In the wild south, a chain reaction caused the great migration of the entire highland people group.
None of these migrating clans claimed to have seen the disappearing regiment of the Cruz people on the road.
After the White Mountain Disaster, the elves closed their country, and news from the north and the south was cut off. Some people speculate that the Red Army may have been destroyed by the Dusk Dragon, or the most optimistic view is that these Cruz people were besieged in the southeastern area of the Evergreen Corridor.
——In fact, after losing the natural barrier of the highlander clan of Anzeruta, the area between the Four Realms Wilderness and the Evergreen Corridor has now become a possible 'enemy-occupied area'.
In other words, no one dares to guarantee that the coalition forces can pass through this area safely.
Differences always existed, but under the repeated insistence of the ferocious 'wolf' who returned from the Antobra family, the coalition forces approached the vicinity of Candebell; here, Duke Branden finally had to give up his toughness.
For the first time, a heated debate broke out among the nobles.
Campbell.
The most important trading city in the west of the Four Realms.
After crossing this important hub town, you only need to walk for three or two days to reach the safe southern border of the Alkhash Mountains.
But at the same time, this route is also the most dangerous choice. Since the death of Black Moon, the scouts of the wind elves have not been to this area when they went deep into the western part of the Wilderness of the Four Realms.
The Fall of the Black Moon opened a ferocious wound between the Sublime Inland Sea and Andzlova, and the end of this wound was at the westernmost edge of Candebel. The map has lost its due role here, and the disaster has destroyed this place.
Become unrecognizable.
Or more like a black hole that preys on people.
With the appearance of the first ray of sunshine, the morning breeze began to become warmer.
But the scouts sent out have not returned yet.
Magdal understands that people's hearts have become increasingly unstable.
Without any warning, a rough hand was placed on her shoulder. The princess of Antuobuluo was slightly startled and turned back. Her blue eyes looked at her grandfather with a hint of worry and surprise -
- When she spoke, her voice was so light that it seemed she could break the loneliness of the morning: "Grandpa, why are you here? Aren't you in the tent to convince everyone...?"
"As you can see, rhetoric only works sometimes, and everyone understands the danger ahead."
The old Duke walked to the position side by side with his granddaughter, stared at the horizon in the distance, and replied.
Magdal shook his head.
This is the war with the dusk, it is a legend written in the epic, but unfortunately they happened to meet it. But everyone understands that even if they retreat to Silver Bay, they will not be able to survive.
"Mr. Brando won't lie to us." Magdale said crisply: "People may die, but we still have a chance to win."
That person, he has never let down the people who trust him——
She saw it with her own eyes.
"I also believe in him. After all, he is a descendant of that person. I once saw the exact same shadow in him. I firmly believe that they are both people who can change everything." The old Duke recalled the situation when he met Brando.
, but what he saw was a silver ocean.
On the countless floating spears and banners, and the vast wilderness, the knights shouted the name of the tsunami from the mountains.
But they all end up being one note:
"victory!"
"victory!"
"victory--!"
The tall figure remained motionless.
Until it becomes a monument engraved in everyone's heart.
Behind it is an ancient surname.
"Then why don't you explain clearly...?" Magdar asked.
Blanc shook his head.
"Everyone is brave enough, what more can you ask for? But being brave is one thing. Fearing death is not cowardice. The key is that people should know the value of death. A worthless death is dishonorable."
"But Ms. Veronica is still waiting for us. The Babel Fortress is in danger. We promised Mr. Brando."
"So I stand here with you, don't I?" The old man winked at his granddaughter playfully: "I hope the scout can bring back good news in Candebell City... If Lady Martha can still hear us
If she prays, it proves that she has not given up on her children..."
The wind blew from the fields outside Candebell.
The two suddenly stopped talking and turned around in unison.
The morning fog has retreated deep into the mountain forest. The forest sea in the distance is undulating like waves, and the sound of wind is mixed with the rustling of leaves. But Magdal suddenly realized that under such natural sounds, there were fierce arguments in the marching tent in the distance.
, has disappeared.
Did the lords reach an agreement?
How is it possible? They can't solve the problem without arguing for an hour.
Blanc was a battle-hardened general. He immediately drew his sword with his backhand and protected Magdal behind him.
Before he finished his action, he saw Duke Malvis from the Sword Plover Forest bumping out of the tent. "Behind...behind...!" the latter screamed with a white face, stumbling when he walked out of the tent.
He almost fell into the brazier, if the guard on the side hadn't caught him quickly.
Blanc took the guy from the guard, helped him up and tried to wake him up, and at the same time asked: "Damn, what happened?" He looked into the marching tent.
The tent was in chaos.
"Yellow... dusk..." Duke Malvis said incoherently, and tried to reach out and push Blanc away.
"Look at you, you useless little brat of the Malvis family, wake up!" The old Duke angrily threw him to the ground, then picked up the latter's collar and shouted at him: "What happened?
What happened, tell me clearly!"
Duke Malvis seemed to wake up just now, his eyes regained some focus, and he opened his dry and cracked lips. He was about to say something, but at this moment, an exclamation attracted Blanc's attention.
.
He turned around and saw several knights rushing out of the forest in that direction.
"Sir, our scout is back!"
The knights shouted, and before they finished speaking, a man covered in blood was helped over. Before the man lost consciousness, he shouted loudly: "Your Majesty the Duke, we have found them!"
"Who are they?" Blanc threw Malvis away and asked in that direction with a frown.
"The Cruzes, the Red Army."
"What," the old Duke was taken aback and asked hurriedly: "Where are they?"
But the scout kept shaking his head: "They asked us to run quickly, Your Majesty the Duke...it will be too late..."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Blanc looked dissatisfied. The quality of the troops of the Silver Bay countries may be far inferior to the elites of several major empires, but as the sharp sword of the army, how could the scouts not be able to speak clearly? They could not even maintain their composure.
He was about to scold him, but before he could say anything, Duke Marvels, who was sitting on the ground beside him, suddenly stood up and grabbed his arm.
"Listen to him and get out of this hellish place!" Duke Malvis shouted with a pale face.
Blanc was about to scold him, but stopped. He seemed to realize something, brushed Duke Malvis's hand away, walked quickly to the edge of the forest alone, and looked northwest of Candebel.
——That is the other direction opposite to Candebel City. The vast forest forms a sea of green, and a few inconspicuous little black spots seem to suddenly appear on the sky. How keen is the White Wolf Sword Saint Blanc?
This scene did not appear once during the Sixty Years' War, and he understood that it was not dust on the horizon - but a large-scale swarm flying in the sky.
Apart from the migration of migratory birds, there is only one other situation where such a scene occurs.
That's war -
The old man turned around, knowing in his heart that he might have encountered the worst situation, but he still maintained a minimum of composure on his face, and asked his men: "Where are the Cruz people?"
Right now, every minute and every second may determine life and death, but as the former commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, this is not enough to make him nervous.
Some people have experienced the most brutal wars, and those who survived were just fulfilling their promise to live for the dead.
What's more, they are still carrying the lost glory.
There is no situation that can make these veterans bow their heads.
The war they experienced was once called the Long War.
That is the battlefield where you dance with death——
"We all guessed wrong... Sir," the scout almost cried: "The Cruz people have been fighting against those monsters in Candebell. They intend to bypass the Babel Fortress and attack the hinterland of Saint Osor. The Cruz people sent a call for help.
The messenger...but..."
However, none of them arrived.
Blanc took a deep breath, as if he had to fill his lungs with cold air again to calm himself down.
Duke Malvis stumbled forward and grabbed his arm again, "Let's go, Uncle Blanc!" In desperation, he almost shouted out the name he used to call this stern elder when he was a child, when his father was still alive.
In the world, and he is not yet the head of the Marvels family: "Behind, there are also...those monsters behind, they are countless. If we don't leave, it will be too late!"
"It's too late," Blanc shook off this useless guy. He understood that the others might have fled with them. He pointed sternly at the tip of Duke Malvis's nose and said: "Go and get the others."
Our only chance to recover our people is to retreat into Canderbel City."
"No, I can't do it." Duke Malvis shook his head in fear.
Blanc snorted coldly, reversed the blade and swiped the guy's stomach with the hilt, causing the latter to bend down like a shrimp with a look of pain on his face. But the old Duke quickly grabbed the guy again.
He pulled Duke Malvis to him and said loudly: "For the sake of your father, I saved your life. Listen carefully. If you don't want to die, just do as I say!"
But Duke Malvis still looked hesitant, and Blanc couldn't help but shake his head in disappointment. "You are far from your father, little guy of the Malvis family," he said bluntly: "
No matter how fast you run, can you escape the eyes of heaven?"
Only then did Duke Malvis open his mouth. He seemed to finally remember who was the most authoritative expert here - no one could compare with a deputy marshal of the coalition sixty years ago. He subconsciously asked: "
Uncle Blanc, but how can I get the others back?"
"I know what you are thinking," Blanc replied: "But if we don't get together, even if we retreat into Candebell City, we will be dead."
Watching Duke Malvis stumble away, Magdale, who had already regained his composure, couldn't help but said: "Grandfather, can Candebell City really be defended?"
The old man shook his head.
Magdal was a little surprised at his disregard for safety.
She suddenly realized that this answer did not make any waves in her heart. Perhaps it was because she had already expected this answer? She suddenly thought that this might be her burial place, but she had no fear.
Perhaps she was destined to be different from those mediocre people. After a moment of silence, she asked again: "The Cruz people can last for so long, can we..."
"Not even the Cruzes." Blanc sighed, and walked to the outermost edge of the forest. The plains of Candebell were clearly visible in the distance. The old Duke raised his hand and pointed at a black shadow appearing on the horizon: "Look
Reached?"
That thin black line appeared above the entire northwest horizon.
And soon, it became an ocean.
It is a purple sea.
It moves forward and engulfs everything it passes. Forests and lakes are nothing more than a solitary boat on the stormy waves, fleeting.
Magdal's blue eyes showed a look of shock.
"Do you think the Cruzes can stop them?" Branden asked his granddaughter.
Magdal shook his head silently.
The old man was silent, and then he said: "They come from the Alkash region."
"What!?"
"It is indeed impossible to hide the rift in the Holy Oath due to the White Mountain Disaster from the Twilight Dragon. It's a pity that the Red Legion failed to pass on the news in the end, and then it will be our turn..."
He sighed: "No one can stop them from entering the hinterland of the Elf King's Court. The Cruz people are finished. Seeing that St. Osor is about to bleed to death, is there any hope for this world?"
"Babel Fortress also has the garrison of Cruz and the elves. They will not just watch this happen."
"The offensive will not happen," Blanc said. "The Twilight Dragon has been preparing for so long. This is the clarion call for a general attack. The Babel Fortress is also in danger."
"We are still here. We have been holding them in Candebell for as long as it takes," Magdale seemed to have made up her mind. She said firmly: "We pass the news on behalf of the Cruz people, so that the elves can take precautions early."
!”
The old man was silent and did not answer directly.
But Magdal had already seen the answer on his grandfather's face.
"is it hard……?"
"The strength of the Red Legion is ten times ours, Mary."
Magdal clenched his fists.
The nun princess thought about many lines in her mind, but she still couldn't believe that her last hope was here and was easily lost at this moment.
There must be a way, right?
She couldn't help but ask: "Then what should we do? Is this it? Grandfather, don't you always say that even in the worst times, there is always a glimmer of hope?"
The old man shook his head.
"And Brando."
Neither can he.
Even his grandfather couldn't do it.
Blanc thought that perhaps unless the elves and Madara could immediately put aside their old grudges and allow the undead army to enter immediately - but even if that could save much, it was still unclear.
What's more, it's not that simple behind this.
Neither can he?
Magdal closed his mouth silently.
Perhaps nothing could be changed, but at this time, the nun princess actually calmed down.
For some reason, at this moment, she actually recalled the conversation she had with Griffin in Vlada Pace.
In the small house, the cheers of the cadets on the field came in from time to time. The fragrance of tea lingered in the white porcelain cups on the tray, and the two girls talked in a low voice, about ideals and longings. At that time, they were innocent
To this day, my pursuit has actually come true before my best friend.
Who can say that it is the innocence of a girl?
Chasing your own destiny——
Recalling her acquaintance with the fir leader, it was more like a bizarre dream. And that person, her knight.
"My dear friend, have you got your dream?"
She prayed silently in her heart.
Blanck suddenly frowned and let out a light sigh.
This made Magdal come back from his meditation and looked at his grandfather with some confusion: "What's wrong?"
But the old man did not answer directly, only shook his head slightly.
