Martha gently hugged Antitina, who was crying, and gently stroked her back with her hands to comfort her child.
Antitina finally noticed something, looked at Martha with tearful eyes and said, "Are you...Ms. Martha?"
Martha nodded slightly.
"...Are you back?" The girl raised her head, her face still rosy, and her tone was filled with eager hope: "Will you help us fight against the Dragon of Dusk?"
Martha smiled and shook her head. She gently wiped away Antitina's tears: "My children, you don't need anyone's help. The perseverance and confidence of mortals are your most powerful weapons -
—And I have given you authority, and the rest is up to you to open up a magnificent future with your own hands."
Antitina looked at her puzzled, but she saw Martha tap her right hand gently. Starting from the fingertips, the goddess slowly turned into countless flying petals of light, in a dazzling light like the birth of a supernova.
Among them, Antitina saw a simple throne.
And above the throne, sleeping quietly was a holy sword.
The gentle voice echoed throughout the sky of Warnd.
"children--"
"Don't give up hope!"
At that moment, the whole world almost stopped breathing.
Everyone looked at the glorious sword in the sky.
In the elf palace in the deciduous forest of the Baishan Mountains, the bell rang, and the elf guards opened the door to the venue. The wind elf envoys stood up first, and one of them stretched out his hand to his opponent and said: "Thank you very much, my name is Melia.
The Chief Mage of the Elf Court."
The pale-faced blood noble smiled slightly and touched the elf's hand gracefully: "Although your names and ours may be buried in the long river of history at this moment, history will remember this day forever. I believe
It's significant enough to rewrite our future."
Melia smiled: "Anyway, welcome back."
"Back to where?"
Melia smiled and did not answer, but the dark noble of Madala did not ask any more questions, as if they both had a tacit understanding.
The envoys from both sides also nodded to each other, walked slowly out of the hall, then stopped, raised their heads and stared at the dazzling holy sword in the sky. Everyone remained silent for a long time.
In the south of Eruin.
There was a gust of wind in Anlaser Forest, the forest rustled, and countless dead leaves flew over people's heads. In the distance, the sparkling waves of the Bonnichere River quietly passed through the land in the south of Lantoniland.
With the action of inertia, the gravity trebuchet made a creaking sound, and threw the last stone bullet in a high parabola into the distant city wall of Bonicheer. After the flash of magic, there was a burst of sound in the city.
The roar of collapsing buildings.
The cultists had given up resistance, and a fat dragon was breathing fire on the broken city wall, driving the collapsed people away.
The battlefield stopped.
Everyone is looking at the sky——
Haruze held Mikayya's little hand and stared at the majestic mountain peak and the dazzling holy sword in the blue sky. His heart was so excited that he couldn't control himself for a long time.
Miss Antitina's father is also a hero. His perseverance left the last glimmer of hope for everyone, so he is worthy of the title of knight. There are always many such heroes in human history, haha
Lu Ze couldn't help but think of his teacher. In the dazzling brilliance of the Holy Sword, he could always see a tall and straight figure, a firm belief, and an ideal that would never fade. Aren't they the words and deeds of his teacher?
Eruin's birth is so glorious, but can he afford the teacher's support?
The little prince bit his lip and remained silent.
Next to them was the expressionless Grand Duke Lantonilan. This Duke, who had just experienced the pain of losing his son, had gray hair on his temples and seemed to be ten years older. He was holding his only granddaughter, his son and his daughter-in-law.
The only bloodline given to him stared at the sky for a long time without saying a word.
The cultists massacred the residents of Benichel.
This also filled the last handful of soil into their own grave pit.
Bonichel takes no prisoners.
This is the order issued by the Duke.
From this day on, Llantonilan will also begin to implement a purge against all disbelievers.
Haruze understood that innocent people would definitely lose their lives under this order, but he did not speak. Civilization sometimes requires iron blood, and Eruin's corruption has reached a level that is deeply visible. As a king, he must learn to take responsibility.
, People who wear crowns are not qualified to cherish feathers. If a country must move forward, someone must bear its stigma.
Haruze has realized this in his heart, but if someone must pay the price for all these mistakes.
That would not be the Eruin people, but the Dragon of Dusk.
He clenched his fists.
Behind him, Medusa Lesmeka was also shocked by the strange scene in the sky. The sword was deeply reflected in her reptilian-like pupils, and her eyes flashed with hesitation and determination:
"...really exists, everything is true..."
Her friend, the sexy dark elf, grabbed her best friend's arm and looked at her worriedly: "Lesmeka?"
Kaya's movement alerted Haruze in front.
The little prince turned around and was startled when he saw Lesmeka's strange behavior. He thought Lesmeka was worried about his own affairs, so he quickly said: "Sister Lesmeka, you don't have to worry.
The attack was something no one expected, and no one can blame anyone for it. Besides, am I okay now?"
But he didn't expect that as soon as he finished speaking, Lesmeka grabbed him with a backhand, so strong that he almost screamed in pain. His body subconsciously reacted to use black magic to resist, but Haruze stopped.
He resisted this impulse because he saw the look in Ms. Medusa's eyes - crystal clear, with no intention of harming him.
"Miss Lesmeka, you...?" he whispered, gasping for air.
Mikaya also turned around, tilting her head and watching this scene with interest. She asked the little prince with her eyes if he wanted to help, but Haruze shook his head at her.
Lesmeka lowered her head, with a rare serious look on her face. Looking at her best friend's expression, the dark elf Kaya seemed to realize something, and quickly asked: "Lesmeka, have you thought about it?
"
Medusa turned back, nodded and said: "Kaya, we have lost our home. Do you want to experience that wandering feeling again? We came to this world on the ground just to find hope, and now we have
At the last moment, we must make up our minds."
Kaya opened her mouth but stopped talking.
"Kaya, do you believe me?" Lesmeka saw her expression and asked.
"I don't believe you, who else can I believe, Lesmeka? Without you, I wouldn't be where I am now. I have always regarded you as my sister," Kaya couldn't help but said, "I gave it to you at the beginning,
I just trust you to make the right judgment, I——"
Lesmeka interrupted her: "Kaya, thank you, but it's time to make a desperate move."
Kaya looked past Medusa, glanced at the sky with a complicated expression, and nodded.
Haruze looked at the two people with some surprise.
"Miss Lesmeka, you..."
Lesmeka pressed her finger on his lips to stop what he was saying: "Haruze, my little prince, do you want to hear our story?"
Haruze showed a dazed look. Of course he understood that Lesmeka and Kaya had strange life experiences, but because of Ampelsel's kindness, he never had the idea of doubting this Ms. Medusa. And precisely because of this
Because of his trust, Lesmeka came up with the idea of staying in this human kingdom.
She looked at the little prince tenderly: "Kaya, she is from the Oath Keepers family."
…
General Feng Norma withdrew his gaze from the sky and silently watched everything happening in front of him.
Outside the city of Airel, two torrents, one black and one white, are converging on the plain of Corcovado.
Dwarf King Kalifen, in the black torrent of dwarf heavy cavalry, stared at the snow-white formation in the distance and murmured to himself: "They are coming too..."
The White Lions trapped in Airel are making their final counterattack, and the human knights have set up their final charge formation. A purple crystal ocean is rushing from the front - but the humans are shocked to see their former enemies.
The army of Toquinin's lion men approached them from one side, and then stopped side by side and parallel to them...
The humans have a vague sense of the Toquinin people's intentions, but they are still not sure.
Under the command, the knight who delivered the order waved a flag of inquiry, a golden swallow-tailed flag——
Is it an ally?
The lion man hesitated for a moment, and then erected a holy white flag. On the flag, seven holy emblems fluttered in the wind.
Respond with a sacred oath.
General Feng Norma stood on the remaining city wall. Seeing this scene, the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Woo——
The trumpet sounds.
The army of dwarves had already taken the lead, and the humans and lions did not hesitate. The knights began to accelerate, and there was a roar on the Corcovado plain. The allied forces of the three tribes collided head-on with the ocean of crystal clusters, like three swords.
The first thing that bears the brunt of the butter-hot knives is the dwarf heavy cavalry. Each dwarf heavy cavalry is a moving fortress, not to mention being lined up side by side. Wherever they pass, they immediately set off a frenzy in the purple ocean.
Under the careful protection of Bresson, Manrique, and the knights, Delphiri closely followed the dwarf battle group.
"Miss Oath Keeper," after the dwarf king Kalifin knocked away a crystal cluster with a hammer, he still had time to turn around and speak to Delphiri among the knights: "Have you thought about it, after the battle here is won,
Where do you plan to send the Holy Sword?"
Delphiri looked at the dwarf king, her eyes also fell on the holy white flag, and she hugged the long box tighter.
But a figure had already flashed in her mind, and she nodded seriously.
The sunlight shining down from the Balta Plateau brings with it the warmth of winter——
When Adams, a low-ranking knight commander belonging to the fifth legion of the White Lions, woke up, he felt himself jolting and being carried on someone's back.
His mind was chaotically replaying the messy memories before he fell into coma - the monsters that crossed the ruins of Airel and rushed toward his column like a tide, General von Norma's death order to guard the street intersection, and his own life in the battle.
His companions became fewer and fewer, until he was the last one left.
Facing the monsters that surrounded him, he only had the determination to fight bravely.
Shouldn't he be dead?
Adams tried to raise his head with some difficulty, wanting to see who had saved him - had General von Norma's strategy worked? Has the White Lion Army retaken that street intersection? Have they won the final victory? Ai
Was Leer City saved? How many casualties were there?
But what caught his eyes was a long snow-white mane.
The lion-man turned back and looked at the human on his shoulder. There was a long and narrow scar on its face, and its green eyes seemed to be embedded in the middle of the scar.
Torquining Lion Man.
Adams was very familiar with one of these opponents of the White Lions. After every winter, there were several battles between humans and lions. This hatred lasted for hundreds of years and was deeply engraved in every person.
In the bones of a White Lion Army sergeant, the same is true for the lions of Toquinin.
But how could they be here and come to rescue themselves, their enemies?
"...you saved me?"
"It takes a little effort," the lion man replied nonchalantly, and he strode forward through the ruined streets: "You can remember my name, my name is Sher, and I will definitely become the greatest in the future.
hero."
Adams couldn't help but look back at this guy who was boasting, but he saw the other person's eyes firmly staring at the horizon in the distance, with a dazzling light reflected deep in his eyes.
There, there is a sword——
…
"Don't be too proud, Martha." Roman stood on a hill outside the Lantern Castle, watching all this with a sneer.
Hundreds of miles away, the female mercenary leader suddenly moved her eyelids, alarming everyone.
"Come quickly, Miss Juta, she's awake!"
There was a panicked voice.
In the same panic, in the desert country of Lubik far south of the Warnd continent, gravekeepers in gray robes were running towards the center of the temple in groups, with solemn expressions on everyone's faces.
Look, the bells above the city are ringing.
Adni stood behind Naquil, looking at the main entrance of the temple that slowly opened with some disbelief.
This is something that has never happened in a thousand years.
Accompanied by twelve tomb guards, the Great Elder came to the two of them with a solemn look and a blue dagger in his hand.
"Then...that's the Holy Sword of Wisdom?" Adni asked stammering.
Naquil nodded.
Ring of the World——
The Archdruid of the Ring of the Sky opened the window, and the breath of wind hit his face - even in the harsh winter, the trade winds circulating around the world can still bring back the breath of summer. A green leaf flew into the window and fell.
In his hand.
The archdruid raised his sparse eyebrows and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile on his face: "The little guy has given us a difficult problem."
"grown ups?"
"Go ahead and let me see if it's actually that person."
He looked back.
Outside the window, the scenery of Ireland Tower is beautiful and picturesque.
…
"...After the age of silver, do the Buga people still remember their glory and promises? As the tower keepers of the Parliament of Truth, the guardians of the knowledge of the Great Library, and the descendants of the wise ancestors, with the blood of silver flowing...
Are the Bugans pursuing power or wisdom? Is what is engraved on the towering holy white spiers the truth of the law or the verdict of destruction? The secret of the universe that everyone has explored in their nearly infinite lives is only
Is it the trampling and trampling of the weak, or is it the persistence of true knowledge?"
"...I believe that the Buga people are wise, because no matter how we weigh the pros and cons, how we choose the gains and losses, what can make the Silver People more glorious is always knowledge and truth, not strength and power; I believe that wise people will eventually have long-term success.
My eyes can cut through the fog and see the real future of the Silver City; I believe in civilization, not barbarism, just as I believe that wisdom will eventually defeat greed. I believe that the people on the cloud can make themselves a
A decision I will never regret..."
"Because I believe that we still have a brilliant future. And this is what I want to say, all -"
Carnegie——
In the Cloud Temple, the prime minister Qian Jin, who was dressed in a white robe and looked holy, gently put down the speech in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the thousands of silver people above the circular staircase venue.
There was silence.
Solomon stood next to Delphine with his eyebrows lowered, his expression calm. He raised his head and looked at his colleagues, his eyes burning with the flame of wisdom, looking very calm: "Let's vote."
Thousands of hands were raised, not one objected, not one abstained.
Fairy Ms. Tanya stood on Huang Huo's shoulder, looking at the calm yet proud human girl with her silver eyes in shock.
Then there was a storm of applause that swept across the audience.
The Year of the Sword, the first day of the month of Dongqin.
The Buga people announced their break with the Thassadel people, and the Wizarding War had just begun and was already coming to an end——
…
When Antitina woke up, she already felt the warm and familiar embrace.
She raised her head a little weakly and looked at the familiar face - and Miss Freya's somewhat complicated expression. She struggled quickly, but did not break away from Brando's arms.
Her face turned a little red: "Lord...I, what's wrong with me?"
Brando looked at the silver pattern on the right hand of his staff lady and replied word by word: