The crystal clusters are like a purple tide, engulfing the last gray city wall standing in the tide.
The densely packed countless crystal bugs are like a huge wriggling matrix entrenched on the earth. The process of this matrix slowly swallowing everything is enough to make people feel suffocated and desperate.
Another flag disappeared into the purple sea.
It seemed to spin around and sink into a lone sail in the whirlpool, representing the entirety of another army that had been annihilated by the crystal cluster.
Among the towers.
Xiu An blocked the door and shouted to his commander in despair: "Your Excellency, Knight Commander, we are surrounded!"
"Shh-" Death seemed to be close at hand, but the female knight with a deep knife mark on her face quietly raised her finger to her lips to signal him to be silent. She pointed to the top of her head and said to the young man
The knight said: "Listen."
Ahead is the final fortress.
On the battlements, Veronica, Mangrove, Vara, the old prime minister, Duke Mehotofen and Duke Ludwig had solemn expressions. Below them, the Cruze people's front line was already weaker than a piece of paper.
But everyone is looking at the sky.
Thick clouds are parting.
A huge halo is slowly rising from the sky in the south of the Four Realms Wilderness, pushing away the clouds within a few thousand miles...
Babel Fortress is hundreds of miles away.
A few kilometers above the sea of clouds, after the Barruvito broke through the clouds, it once again saw the Cruze, which also appeared on the other side of the cumulus clouds.
Under the sun, on the two resplendent flagships, the commanders of the Hazers and the Cruzes were looking at the Four Realms below through the observation instruments, both of them looking solemn.
Outside the Oluo Forest, a huge black sphere stretches between the sky and the earth - its lower part hovers above the plain, and the middle part has passed through the clouds; countless flying dragons and nightmare insects fly around this black sphere, far away
It looks like a few black spots.
The city of Candebel below the black ball is just like a coin.
"There is the breath of a god."
"It's Dragon God Bahamut. This thing once defeated the combined forces of the Blue Legion and the Black Legion in the Metz region."
"There is someone in Candebell City. It seems to be the Silver Bay Alliance. How to deal with this thing?"
"We can only find ways to attract the attention of this thing and buy those poor guys some time to evacuate-"
"Give the order."
But the anxious voice of the messenger came from the messenger crystal, "Your Excellency, Commander, there was a large amount of energy reaction in the southeast ten seconds ago. Those things are approaching rapidly, the distance is 1,500, and the speed is very fast... It's not like
It’s the Elf Air Cavalry.”
"Alert status!"
"Wait a minute, the other party responded to us...it's the Dragon Clan!"
"Dragon clan?"
"The other party said that she is the current eldest princess of the dragon clan. Her name is Aloz...Aloz Jinyan."
"Golden dragon...?"
The dragon has arrived.
Dragons are flying across the sky near Thorbais.
These giant beasts spread their wings, and their shadowy figures swept over the forest one after another. The elves living in the forest ran out of their treehouses one after another, as if they thought they had encountered the end of the world.
They raised their heads and stared at the direction the dragons were leaving, with deep curiosity in their eyes.
"The dragons appeared, what happened in the west?"
This is the year of the sword, the first day of the winter harp month.
Many years later, the St. Osor people living in the White Mountains area even still remembered this day; and that was also the last time people saw such a large-scale dragon migration on the Warnd continent.
A total of one hundred and seventy-three dragons.
That was the last group of dragons that could be gathered after the tragic defeat of Metz.
"Aloz."
The little female dragon suddenly heard Frofa's voice.
It turned around and saw the graceful silver dragon flying beside it. Silver dragons are beautiful creatures, and their spouse is the pride of the entire silver dragon clan.
"Look to the south——"
Aloz was stunned.
She subconsciously turned her head in that direction.
Gray Wind Harbor, the capital of Yannirasu——
Refugees are crowding together at the pier. These people are poor people from Sifannar or the Yanbao area further north. The sudden outbreak of war destroyed their originally peaceful life, and the rebels started massacres in the north.
And the Neng army did not let go of any village they passed - more and more people left their homeland out of fear and came to the south.
But here, Gray Wind Harbor is the end of their migration.
The sea is covered with ships preparing to leave here, and each ship is filled with people. Merchants are spontaneously dumping goods in order to take away more people, without reward or reputation. These are just civilized creatures.
Just take the initiative to save yourself at the most critical moment.
This is the social nature of humans and the biggest difference between them and beasts.
But there are still not enough ships.
Eruin's floating fleet has not evacuated, and the navy has not yet made a decision, but Count Yanirasu will have to wait until the last ship leaves the port anyway. This is the minimum commitment of the military to the citizens they protect.
The port is also filled with all kinds of huge sea beasts.
That was actually a servant of Grayfin Naga——
The refugees boarded the backs of these behemoths with expressions of fear and nervousness, but everyone who left the port on a behemoth bent down and saluted respectfully in the direction of the lighthouse.
There, the Queen of Cold Dew stood side by side with her deputy, the Siren Bridget.
"See, Bridget, this is why we are here." The queen's face was a little cold, but the rectangular pupils shone with a strange colorful luster in the sunlight.
The Kraken shook his head: "We don't need the thanks of these mortals. Your Majesty, after the battle of Ampelsel, we don't owe these Eruin people anything."
"Is this all you see?"
Siren Bridget turned back and looked at her Majesty the Queen.
"For a long time, the people of the ocean have been excluded from the circle of this world. Do you know why?" Queen Cold Dew replied: "Because we once missed the best opportunity and lost the opportunity to stand on that holy white stone tablet.
An opportunity to carve the name of the Naga clan."
She pointed to the sea in the distance and said: "This is why we are here. We missed it once and we must not miss it a second time."
There are fewer and fewer clouds in the sky.
In a reception room of the town hall of Graywind Port, Count Yanirasu and Naga warrior Sanir, who were sitting on the sofa, stopped talking at the same time and felt something.
The hall outside was already in chaos.
People rushed to the street and looked south.
Something happened to Golan-Elsen.
Someone is shouting.
A bright beam of light shines dazzlingly in the southern sky——
In the ruins of the lamp castle, Freya raised her head with a look of shock on her face: "What is that...!"
Brando beside her said nothing, vaguely guessing something.
In the illusion, the staff lady had no idea what was happening in Warnd.
She looked at the other party with some confusion:
"my father?"
Martha nodded.
She drew a picture with her hands.
In the picture, there was a bright room. The afternoon sunlight was shining through the floor-to-ceiling arch windows. Inside the room, the silk curtains on one side were opened and hung on the ground. The shadow just covered the bookshelves on the wall.
At the desk, Viscount Borg-Nasson, who was obviously much more mature than he was more than ten years ago, excitedly held a piece of gray stone and said to his fellow knights: "Old man, do you still remember the last time we were here?
Conversation, I think we are close to success, I already have the exact whereabouts of the stone fragment."
The serious knight also had a few more deep wrinkles on his forehead than ten years ago, and his temples were gray. He looked at his companion and said: "Shipard, I think the tree herder has noticed you.
.”
Viscount Nathan shrugged: "It's a matter of course. They are not stupid, but they are just aware of it. I think my identity has not been exposed yet."
Antitina looked at the two people in the room in shock.
She subconsciously took two steps forward, reaching out her hand to try to grab something, but she could never enter the house: "This... this is my family's manor in Aldrin. I know this place, here."
It's the second floor of the manor, my father's study..."
"And who is he...how does he know my father's real name?"
The staff lady asked in surprise.
Martha motioned for her to read on.
Antitina bit her lip. She remembered some things that happened at that time. It should have been two years before her father disappeared. She was only twelve years old at the time. She remembered that there were guests showing off her father, but she was
I went to visit a nearby farm with my mother.
She couldn't help but have a complicated expression on her face. This study was exactly the same as in her memory. There were still large and small gray stone flakes placed in the glass cases of the cabinets.
After so many years, she still didn't understand what her father was looking for. Are those stone flakes really that important in his eyes?
He is an adventurer. As his daughter, she can understand her father's love for this career; she can even understand the man's deep love for her and her mother, but there is something he cannot say to them.
What about?
During the period after her mother passed away, she thought about this issue all the time until she met Brando.
His father was not only a descendant of the Sifah family, but also a knight and student of the Earth Sword Master. What a prominent status this was, but he never told her or his mother.
why?
But if that's the case, why should you let yourself understand the fate of the Sifah family?
Since you have no intention of telling yourself the truth, wouldn't it be better to just let yourself be an innocent noble lady?
Tears blurred my vision at some point.
The staff lady once thought that she was strong enough and would not shed tears easily no matter how many times she faced. However, the memories of the past were immersed in her heart and did not fade with time. On the contrary, they became more clear and profound.
She took a step forward, hoping to find out the answer to this question herself.
But time is so ruthless that everything has no chance.
Viscount Nathan stood up.
"Pamid, we must take action."
The knight thought for a moment: "Have you asked her opinion?"
Viscount Nathan shook his head: "I can't find her. She has left the royal family since adopting the baby girl. I don't know if she has been to Golan-Elsen, but the marshal has passed away two years ago.
, even if I know something, I have lost the clue."
"I asked Scott, but he didn't know. I didn't dare to go to the grandson of the marshal, so as not to cause trouble to him. Old man, although the marshal is no longer here, it doesn't mean that our mission is over.
, you should still remember everything we saw in the underground illusion of Alkash."
"We must prevent the prediction above from happening. This time, we have to do it ourselves."
The knight nodded silently: "But what about your wife and daughter? Do they know about it?"
Viscount Nason was silent, with obvious hesitation on his face.
"It's not fair to them if you do this."
The Viscount shook his head: "Pamid, you understand what we did, there is nothing fair about it... Our companions left one by one, but we are still here, aren't we?"
He sighed slightly: "I do love them very much, but if I don't do it, it's not love, it's escaping responsibility. As a husband and a father, I have reason to protect them - in my own way.
I promised Sadie, do you remember, from the moment I gave her the wedding ring, I must fulfill my promise."
The knight looked at him.
Viscount Nathan took a breath: "As the Marshal has placed his trust in us, we must make a decision, Pamid, do you understand?"
"I want to leave a hope for my daughter and the world where she lives."
"Even if you pay for it with your life."
…
'I do love them very much, but if I don't do it, it's not love, it's escaping responsibility.'
'I want to leave a hope to my daughter and the world where she lives.'
'Even if you pay for it with your life.'
Such sounds echoed on the clouds.
In Prague, all the residents on every street stopped working and looked to the sky in amazement.
Some of them are locals living on Squirrel Street and were once neighbors of Antitina's family - these people's lives have hardly changed in the past three years, although Eruin has experienced a lot.
, but for them, how can the already embarrassing life become more embarrassing?
Although for Squirrel Street, some people came and some left. The rich moved to the north during the second war, while the poor and down-trodden could only continue to be trapped in this old and cramped street.
superior.
But many of them still remember the family of three whose identities were very different from theirs who once lived here.
"Aren't those the voices of Viscount Nathan and Miss Antitina? I heard that Viscount Nathan disappeared several years ago, and his daughter also left Braggs a few years ago."
"Miss Antitina is very successful now. I heard that she is married to Count Gendenel."
"That's hard to say. The situation in Eruin is so chaotic now, and there's no telling what will happen in the south. I really hope that Lady Martha can protect Her Royal Highness."
"Hey, it's really pitiful to say that their family are all good people. Even though Lord Nessong is a nobleman, he has no airs about his kindness at all..."
"In this world, good people always have bad luck."
"Who says it isn't?"
"But what's going on with that voice in the sky? Hasn't Viscount Naisson been missing for several years?"
"You saw that light, that's Kurk, right? What happened to the north?"
People were talking a lot.
But no one noticed that after the crowd, there was a clang, and a lame man accidentally dropped the sword in his hand, but he seemed not to notice it, and only looked at the blue sky with a pale face.
In Silver Bay, the young mage stood on the hill, letting the strong wind blow his long hair——
The mage listened to the two familiar voices, and at some point, tears burst into his face.
"Did you do it?"
"My companion."
Antitina seemed to be seeing that summer night again in a trance.
That night, the witch's throne shone particularly brightly in the southern sky.
The stars are reflected on the water, flowing quietly together with the Braggs River...
Viscount Nathan watched his daughter return to the house, sighed, and turned around - Braggs was so quiet and quiet, lights were already lighting up in the dark night, and in the distance was Bunipan Avenue, the aristocratic district.
It was like a spark of light, as if stars had fallen on the ground.
In a room in the distance, warm orange light shines through the window. Inside the window are the silhouettes of a family of three, husband and wife, father and daughter. The laughter and laughter seem to be coming from across the river, making it appear warm and real.
He stood up on his knees, picked up a shovel from the corner, dug a deep pit under the chestnut tree not far away, lay down on the edge of the pit, and carefully buried a box.
After doing all this, Viscount Naisong wiped his sweat and stood up.
He stared at the new soil under the tree, his eyes full of tenderness: "Annie, I'm sorry... I hope one day you won't resent me for this."
"I will not ask for your forgiveness, but there are some things in this world that we must complete."
"It is not only the responsibility that the blood of the Sifah family has for this kingdom, but more importantly, there are many people around us who are worthy of our lives to protect."
"Maybe one day, my daughter, you will meet such a person."
He slowly took off the necklace from his chest and whispered:
"For Eruin, Lord Martha, please protect me - this is the last hope."
Looking at this scene, Antitina had already burst into tears.
Prague, Squirrel Street is silent.
No one understands what this scene means.
But for Brando, the scene in the forbidden orchard on Mount Butcher Road three years ago is still before his eyes.
That was a father, a husband, and a hero. The silent skeleton could not tell him everything in the past, but the weathered parchment recorded the most sincere feelings.
Two people born in different eras, their fates intersected at that moment. Their eyes could not span life and death, but their ideals and beliefs could still be passed on.
Freya bit her lip silently.
The illusion is changing -
It is high in the sky, presenting untold stories of the past in front of everyone.
People saw with their own eyes that Viscount Nathan had fulfilled his promise.
He sneaked into the interior of the Tree Shepherd and obtained the gray stone piece, but the identity of the Gu Insect Lord Mayad was discovered. At the last moment, the knight Pamid sacrificed his life to pave the final road for his companions.
——
After a long chase and escape, Brando saw the place he was familiar with.
Isn't that in the valley basin where the golden magic tree is?
Viscount Naisong hid deep in a rock crevice, and the tree shepherd, unable to find him, planted the seeds of the golden magic tree in a rage.
And in the cave.
The trembling father wrote the last letter of his life on the parchment with a quill pen:
"My dear Martha, I may not be alive soon. If I die..."
Antitina covered her mouth.
She still remembers that day.
In the small, dark room, there was a knock on the door. When she saw the young man's face through the crack in the door, her fate changed forever.
But she clearly remembered how Brando put the letter into her hands at that time.
The words on that letter are so clear in my memory, as if they were yesterday——
Big tears rolled down the girl's cheeks and fell into the dust.
In many areas of Warnd.
People stopped and watched this moment silently.
They saw Viscount Nathan using his last strength to pick up the gray stone tablet and place it on the parchment. He seemed to want to write something down, but the light of life was fading in his blue-gray eyes.
The quill finally slipped from his hand, fell and rolled among the gravel.
That was the end of a hero.
In Ten Cities, many people bent down to salute this scene. Although they could not really understand what this man protected, no matter where they were, brave men always deserved respect.
Veronica slowly withdrew her gaze and looked at Mephistopheles beside her.
"I have met this man's daughter," Gray Sword Saint replied: "She is very good and did not disappoint her father."
"I know her."
Veronica replied softly.
Mephistopheles turned around and looked at the female regiment leader with some confusion.
"Do you still remember the past?" Veronica asked: "Those days when we learned swordsmanship together, we were still very young at that time."
Mephistopheles couldn't help but fell silent.
Does he remember the good old days?
certainly.
…
The illusion is still changing——
In the dim palace, the great emperor also entered his final moments.
The former hero of mankind, Geert, the Lord of Fire, looked at his knights beside the bed - he suddenly recalled the most glorious moments in his life, but more importantly, he was burdened by heavy responsibilities.
But at the end of his life, what emerged in the depths of his memory was still that unforgettable scene.
He didn't know how long it had been since he had dreamed about it...
The underground temple that changed their lives.
In the dark.
The four sages looked at the stone walls of the temple. On those tall stone walls, various patterns were painted with strange patterns.
The light of the torch flickered.
A huge altar was reflected, and on the obsidian platform, sleeping in the crystal amber, was a human baby girl.
"It seems that what Odin said is true," Airanta stared at the patterns on the stone walls, "This is the ancient language of Norfin, the language of the people of the gods - the Azure Spear did not kill the Dusk.
Dragon, the Seventh War may be coming soon."
"Then didn't we do something wrong?" Farnzan said loudly: "We overthrew the rule of the Min'er people, so what can we use to fight against the Dragon of Dusk now?"
"Shut up, Faenzan," the young man with blond hair, his blue eyes shining with wisdom, and the holy sword Odysseus shining brightly in his hand; he said to all his companions: "Min
Our people have become corrupt, and their nobles are addicted to the glory of the past. What can Odin change by himself? He chose us because he is unwilling to watch the hope of this world slowly die little by little. Since we have already
If you inherit this fate, you must go on bravely."
"I support Gilt," the young Saint Osor was not as mature and sophisticated as he would later be. The elf girl had a simple and firm look on her face: "Sister Airanta, do you see anything from above?"
The Earth Sage turned around and nodded: "Girt is right, we still have a chance."
Although that opportunity is so illusory.
The old man raised his finger tremblingly, pointing to the person he trusted most, the once proud young man, the chief of the Flame Knights, who is now also old. Time is so indifferent and ruthless, it once created a
The king of the empire is now unable to speak a word.
But from his trembling movements, the old knight already understood everything.
That has been a tacit understanding for two centuries and no longer needs to be described in words.
He nodded solemnly.
That day, Miss Luoluo came to the depths of the Dead Frost Forest, and a crystal stag witnessed a falling star in the magnificent night sky.
One hundred and thirty years after that, a country named Eruin was established.
…
In the green valley.
After a great battle, the knights celebrated their hard-won victory.
But their king, the late King Ek, left everyone's sight alone. He came to the quiet lake, and another man was quietly waiting for his arrival on the rocks by the lake.
The late Lord Ekko looked at his most trusted knight.
"Have you made your decision, Walder," he said: "From now on, you will lose your identity, your glory, and even your life. You may become the things you hate most in your life, and you will lose yourself.
My destiny will always be bound to this sword and there will be no peace."
"Until one day, when my descendants do not deserve the recognition of this sword, it will come here and wait quietly for its true owner."
The knight stood up silently.
He didn't answer redundantly.
But he was already on one knee.
…
The amber crystal on the altar shattered, and Princess Constance looked at the baby girl in her hand in astonishment.
"Darrus, I..."
The man with a serious face shook his head: "Don't worry about this, let's take a look at what is written on the stone wall first."
The female officer named Gwendolyn next to Her Royal Highness looked at the two people thoughtfully and replied: "That is the ancient Fenno language, the language of the gods. I happened to know about this kind of witches in a classic.
language knowledge.”
"What about the content?"
"The dragon of dusk is about to awaken, but there is still hope for mortals."
"Dragon of Twilight?" Darus turned back: "Does that mean what we just saw in the illusion are real?"
"Sir, the monsters we met outside are called crystal clusters," Gwendolyn replied: "You have also seen their strength, but they are just the smallest branch of the crystal cluster group. They are just
A monster formed based on the original creature of Warnd, and the real crystal cluster is so powerful that it is unimaginable, not to mention that the crystal clan itself is not just a branch of the Dusk species."
"So if the Twilight Dragon did not die at the hands of the Azure Knight, then its comeback is inevitable. Its minions are all over the worlds in the chaos. Once they swarm into our world, they will be enough to destroy everything."
"So in that case, where is the hope for mortals?"
Gwendolen smiled slightly.
"Maybe here, maybe in Eruin——"
…
It’s the same sunny afternoon——
Viscount Borg-Nasson, who has entered middle age, smiled and said to his visiting companion: "I have investigated clearly. The only hope left by Lady Martha to our world is sleeping in Eruin."
At this time, Viscount Nesatsu still seemed to have no idea about his future destiny.
The knight looked at his companion.
"Do you remember the prophecy we saw in Alkash, Parmid?"
The knight nodded.
The sword that changes destiny——
Viscount Naisong clenched his fists and showed an excited expression:
"Pamid, that is the throne of the end——"
"And the lenses that the tree herders have been looking for are the final guide to that hope. They are divided into five and are essentially a beacon - the guidance given to us by Lord Martha!"
"Pamid, we must not let the hope of the world fall into the hands of those people!"
That is an ancient prophecy.
Engraved on the green poem——
xvi:wer
The lost moon takes away the light——
xx:
The light is lost.
xvii:thestar
The Silver Generation was lost on the earth and marched forward in darkness and ignorance.
viii: gth
The chance encounter between the emperor and the fool.
