The herald stared blankly in that direction. After a while, he turned back and said in a tone of disbelief: "They... they are retreating from the first line of defense, Your Majesty the Legion Commander."
Veronica watched this scene calmly.
In the valley, Faina lifted up her helmet, flicked her long golden hair, and her body was covered with steaming sweat. She threw the helmet far away with a thud, and then raised the knight with the curled blade in her hand high.
Sword, hysterically shouted into the distance:
"We won!" Tears couldn't help but burst into tears.
Around her, the knights were already cheering.
Everyone was cheering.
Magdal stood silently next to his grandfather, while Blanc, the White Wolf Sword Saint, pressed his hand on the sharp rock and watched this scene from a high position. The breeze blew through the Alkash Valley, like a gentle hand caressing the exposed skin.
Between the rocks, there are broken flags, wreckage and flowing blood.
This was a brutal victory.
In the sky, on countless floating ships, the Hazers and Cruzes watched this scene together - this was the first retreat of the crystal cluster in three months.
Its meaning is self-evident.
This is the beginning of the Year of the Swift. The drastic changes that people have experienced in the past six months are far more violent than any moment in history. The civil strife of the Cruz Empire, the fall of the Black Moon, the arrival of the magic tide, and the resurrection of dusk
, the White Mountain Disaster, the Eruin Rebellion, the beginning and end of the Wizarding War——
However, in the end, Warnd emerged from a series of complicated events. With the end of the Wizarding War as the background, and under the public bowing of the Buga people, Saint Osor and Madara finally came together. It seemed that
In the pitch-black darkness, people finally saw a glimmer of light coming.
That may be the darkest hour before dawn.
The joint fleets of the Hazels and the Cruzes crossed most of the Holy White Plains, writing a perfect conclusion at the end of this battle. In the Winter Qin Moon of the Year of the Sword, Bahamut died in
Outside Candebel City, the Quinine Lions who rejoined the Holy Covenant put aside their past grievances and helped their former enemies, the Eruin, put down the rebellion during the battle of Corcovado.
After the fall of the Thassard Alliance, the coalition forces of the Jiufeng people and the Buga people began to wipe out the remnants of the Dusk Dragon - the murderous wasteland centaurs on the eastern plains. Once the war on the eastern front came to an end,
Then it can be foreseen that the re-establishment of the sacred oath is just around the corner.
Silver Bay sent a second coalition army. The undead army, under the command of their Emperor, had just arrived in the Isolin area, and the two elven legions had already walked ahead of them and entered the valley area of Thoran Forest——
The wilderness of the Four Realms is already ahead.
But before these new forces arrived, the Battle of Alkash had been declared over in advance. On February 7, the Silver Bay coalition forces led by the White Wolf Sword Saint Blanc and Princess Magdale arrived. Two weeks later, the human coalition forces retook the
The first line of defense of Babel Fortress.
After this battle, the Twilight Dragon finally began to rein in its power—perhaps after the Thassard people's conspiracy was thwarted, the chaotic monarch was tired of repeatedly wasting his strength in one place.
But he takes his fist back only to swing it harder next time.
In many areas - especially in Silver Bay, people are celebrating this miraculous victory. However, for more high-level humans and elves, they are becoming more and more aware of this.
Obviously, victory in a battle is not the end of it all, but on the contrary, it may be the beginning of this long war, and what follows is no longer conspiracy and trickery, but real bloodshed and fighting.
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The time node seems to be getting closer and closer.
A new round of the Four Realms Wilderness Conference is already under preparation. This time, the Cruz people chose Manktor as the venue for the meeting. This place was called the Holy White in the language of the Miner people in the past - here
It was once the place where a sacred oath was concluded in the War of the Saints. It is the former site of the Holy White Conference located in the center of the Four Realms.
The potential meaning of choosing such a place is actually well known to everyone.
The nations of Silver Bay, the Hazels, the Faenzans, the Bugas, the Nine Phoenixes, and even the wild elves of Ellanta and the druids of the Sky Ring have all responded to the call of this covenant, not to mention
Speaking of other countries and forces, large and small, the four major temples came together again, and the scene a thousand years ago reappeared at this moment.
Far away in the mountains in the northern border of Eruin, an army of dwarves is also passing through the snow-capped mountains, and their destination has long been determined.
In the King's Valley of Balta——
The snowstorm for a week has stopped on this plateau. This will be the last heavy snow of this winter. After the heavy snow, under the snow cover, the mountains and forests are already preparing for the upcoming vibrant weather.
season.
All we have to do is wait for the ice and snow to melt, and the spring of the year of the swift will announce its return.
That will be the hope for the recovery of all things.
But at this moment, in the snowy valley, there is a different scene. The knights of the White Lion Legion are lined up in rows, looking up. Behind the rows of flags, there are restless hydra lizards - these giant beasts.
At their feet, the tree elf archers were appeasing their giant 'companions'.
Commander Feini walked around the neat Centaur queue, looking at the sky with some boredom. The silver fleet from Tony Geer was entering one after another, and pieces of light shone; then appeared in the sky.
The figures of the Valkyries and the pegasus burning with gray flames caused a thunderous shout of joy as they flew over the valley.
Following closely behind them were the flying dragon knights and a handful of gryphon heavy cavalry. The knights held high the flag of Eruin, and the silver battle flag rustled in the wind, which once brought the atmosphere in the valley to a climax.
From time to time, the cheers shook off the snow and broken ice on the treetops in the distance, falling into the stream below. The ice floes floated on the water, swirling and disappearing into the distance. At the end of the stream, there will be the warmth of this kingdom
In the south, spring is already blooming in those places.
But above the temple in the center of the valley, several figures suddenly appeared.
One of them is small in stature, but that figure seems to embody the hearts and strength of the entire kingdom.
The valley suddenly became quiet.
Only the sound of quiet breathing remained.
Everyone raised their heads, waiting for their commander-in-chief, their king.
Amidst the howling cold wind, Haruze breathed white air, blinked his eyes slowly, and stared at the entire valley. He gathered up his cloak. The cotton cloak was extremely inconsistent with his stature, and the long cloak stretched all the way.
Mopping on the marble floor, the color is golden red, and the cotton ball is as white as clouds.
He seems a little too weak, almost not like a king, more like a princess, a thin and delicate little girl - but he is firm enough, and people can't help but remind people of the equally brave Fusha.
Princess.
That cloak is like a silent agreement, borne by the future successors of this kingdom.
For the past hundred years, the kings of Corcova have chosen to take their throne at Winterpaw Keep. There, they will receive the scepter and crown that symbolize the king from the bishop of the Temple of Fire, and become the king of this land.
The true rulers of the land.
But today, there is something special.
The crowd slowly parted.
Haruze turned around, his silver eyes reflecting his sister. Accompanied by Sir Overwell, she slowly walked up the stairs and came to him step by step. He saw his sister holding a hand in her hand.
The crown, which was made of somewhat dim silver, was inlaid with a gem that exuded brilliance.
That is the Göring gem.
It was once born in the hands of a hero, and then witnessed the birth of another hero. When people recovered it from the ruins of the Lantern Castle, the brilliance on this gem was not lost at all, as if
Nothing in the past can leave any trace on it.
Just like the perseverance and unyieldingness of this ancient kingdom, it also represents the indomitable courage of the Eruin people.
Haruze raised his head, his silver eyes were moist, and he stared at his sister silently.
"Are you ready?" At this important moment, Griffin was a little distracted. She held the crown and asked softly.
Haruze nodded seriously.
A ceremonial officer came up and handed the ruby scepter and golden apple into his hands.
Haruze held up these two symbols that symbolized royal power and power, and raised his head slightly nervously - Princess Griffiin looked at him and said seriously: "From today on, you will inherit Eruin
The will of the kings has become the new owner of this land... But it is not only a rule, but also a responsibility. The oath made by the former king Ek under his sword is to protect this land."
"Haruze," she asked again, "are you ready to lead this kingdom forward?"
Haruze fell silent.
There was some regret in his heart. On this important occasion, the most important person to him was not here. Rather than taking on this responsibility, he hoped to be recognized by his teacher. In his mind, only that person was
The eternal hero.
Without him, where would you and your sister be?
But when he thought of the teacher's look on his expectations, Haruze became firm again and nodded solemnly: "I'm ready, sister."
"Make an oath."
"From this moment on, I will become the king of the Eruin people, but even more so is the courage of the Eruin people - I swear that I will stand in front of everyone and protect this ancient kingdom forever until the end of my life.
The end.”
Princess Griffin nodded and looked at Sir Wolf beside her.
Overwell took a step forward, looked at Haruze and said: "Your life is still long, my King, but the oath will last forever. Remember, if one day you forget the oath today,
Not only will Lionheart Sword leave you, but every Eruin will call your name a traitor."
"I will never betray, Sir Overwell."
"I hope to see this day."
Overwell raised the Lionheart Sword in his hand. There were shallow cracks on the bright blade, but it no longer just symbolized a sword - it was the power given to the king by the nobles and the people. He used this sword
Put it on Haruze's shoulder, gently tap it, and hand it to the young king.
Then he put down his sword and helped His Majesty the King put it into its scabbard.
At that moment, a staff lady in the crowd watched this scene quietly. She felt a little regretful, but also full of relief.
Sir Wolf took a step back and let Princess Griffin come to her brother. Her Royal Highness then held up the crown in her hand and carefully placed it on Haruze's head. The little prince lowered his head slightly to bear the weight of the crown.
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Griffiin said slightly sternly: "Remember this moment, Haruze, this will be the last time you bow your head; from today on, you are His Majesty the King of this kingdom, and you are a symbol of the courage of all Eruin people.
, never let this ancient kingdom lose its backbone."
"I remember it, sister."
The crown was gently put on.
Haruze also raised his head at the same moment.
There was silence throughout the valley.
This is a scene that many people have been looking forward to for countless moments, and how much blood and tears have been paid for the rebirth of this kingdom.
Three days ago, the last nobleman of Eruin, the Earl of Gray Mountain, voluntarily handed over the power in his hands. He also asked his daughter, Yi Deni, to join the House of Nobles and become a noble councilor.
A month ago, the frustrated Grand Duke Lantonilan and his great-granddaughter announced that they would live in seclusion and return their fiefdom to the royal family.
Later, the Grand Duke Carassu was also willing to accept the invitation of the royal family and go to the province of Corcova to live permanently. With the support of the Cadilloso family, the Highland knights had fully succumbed to the royal family before this and accepted the White Lions.
Its incorporation into a military force that truly belongs to Eruin.
In the harsh winter of the Year of the Sword, all the nobles who participated in the rebellion got their due end. All the nobles who participated in collusion with the All-Union Society or had an affair with the Sasardians are still hanging in Ampelsel.
On the gallows outside the city.
The provinces of Viero and Golan-Elsen were directly taken back by the royal family and were no longer sealed.
In the north, the rebels have long since disappeared.
The last resistance of the Earl of Yanbao also surrendered under the attack of the royal fleet; the fate waiting for these people will not be much easier than that of the nobles who participated in the rebellion in the south. Perhaps being deprived of their noble status is the most merciful thing.
treatment.
Behind this great restoration was the biggest change in the history of this ancient kingdom. For the first time, the entire kingdom was completely integrated together, instead of being actually controlled by large and small fiefdom nobles.
This is the birth of a central royal power, but it also witnesses the contract between the royal family and the nobility, and the nobility and the people. In the future, this may be a country that belongs to all Eruin people.
Just like what Brando described in his letter.
A week ago, the legendary Count Tonigel, the hero of the Eruin people, the lord of the Tonigel people, and the knight of Her Royal Highness, sent such a letter from the distant St. Osor.
In that letter, he entrusted everything in Tonigel, even Valhalla, to his only student in Eruin in written language for the first time.
What this Earl did shocked everyone, but in addition to disbelief and shock, people felt more of deep admiration.
Some people can turn the tide in a difficult situation and save everything.
These people are called heroes.
But others were able to calmly step out of that halo of glory. While the world was still indulging in illusory pride, his eyes had already penetrated history and saw the established future through layers of fog.
They should probably be called fools.
But no matter what, the people of Eruin will remember such a name.
Just like they once remembered his grandfather.
At this point, history will no longer take its course.
An ancient kingdom was reduced to ashes in the flames.
But another brand-new Eruin has appeared, just like the shining crown.
"For Eruin!"
"For His Majesty the King!"
"May the black pine evergreen,"
"May Eruin live forever."
"May faith shine as bright as ever,"
"May the sword be as sharp as ever."
The young His Majesty the King held the scepter and slowly turned around. Dragging his long cloak, he came to the edge of the terrace and stared at all his subjects with his childish silver eyes.
It was a boiling ocean.
Then, he raised the scepter in his hand high and pointed at the northern border of the kingdom.
Half a century has passed since the Second Holy War. At this moment, the Eruin army once again steps out of the country from here. Their opponents will no longer be compatriots - but fight for the future of the ordered world.
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(PS: After today’s chapter ends, tomorrow we will enter the final plot of Amber’s book. It’s a bit emotional to think about it...)
