It was as if black arrows covered the sky and the sun, and countless undead souls surged past her on the red earth. From behind, there were screams of human misery, despair or anger. Freya wanted to turn around as much as she could.
But she couldn't move at all. Then the girl saw a knight covered in white phosphorus flames sitting on a skeletal horse and walking towards her. The man looked at her condescendingly, with eyes burning with blazing flames. She has been watching her every night since this week.
All have to be relived.
But this dream was so real that Freya was too nervous to speak and stared at the other person with wide eyes.
"You shouldn't have woken up. The fate of the descendants of Valkyrie is too heavy," the knight said in a hoarse voice: "Don't risk everything you have for unrealistic beliefs."
The knight raised the long sword in his hand: "Back off, otherwise you will have no way to retreat!" This voice was like a stern warning. It sent its hand forward, and the cold sword edge pierced her heart.
"Ah -" Freya screamed in fright, and sat up from the bed dripping with cold sweat. She couldn't help but cover her chest and gasp softly. This nightmare that tortured her every day started to haunt her at some point.
Facing her, Freya didn't know whether it was some kind of omen or whether it was caused by too much pressure from recent training.
She felt her heart pounding, but the rapid footsteps in the corridor outside quickly overwhelmed the sound. The dim light made Freya realize that she had returned to reality, and the footsteps outside should be those who were delivering the news.
Knights - it seems that since the war in the south, the number of people delivering information every day has increased several times. Forces large and small were temporarily attracted by this sudden war, and even forgot that the kingdom itself was on the verge of civil war.
Because everyone knew very well that the northern dukes would not drive south past Ampelsel until at least the ice and snow melted, making Denel's war more like what Overwell jokingly called 'an appetizer before the main meal'.
'.
This kind of appetizer is a great irony for the Eruin nobles themselves, but the nobles don't seem to care, waiting happily to see how many teeth the tiger Jean Denel has left. This
For most people, the question remains on how many teeth Count Jean Denel has left. Of course, no one in the Royal Knights Academy believes that Brando can win. At least Freya will nervously wait for news from the front line every day.
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The messenger walked through the long corridor and passed through the courtyard behind the dormitory. News about the war would first be delivered to Princess Griffin. The half-elf princess coldly read the few words on the thin parchment in her hand.
Line, and then put it down - the news that Pallas's army was at war with the 'rebels' has spread, but there has been no substantial progress.
"There are still a day or two." Griffith thought to herself, and she said to the messenger: "Make a few copies and give them to some other adults."
"Do we need to ask other adults to come over?"
"No need, there will be a competition in Winter Qin Moon and a hunting event in Winter Musk. Help me prepare. I want to go and see for myself."
The messenger bowed and came out.
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'Cunning Fox' Macaro couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle after reading the information in his hand. He wanted to put the information on the top of the pile of documents on the desk next to him, but after thinking about it, he stopped
He came down, retracted his original action, took the thin piece of parchment and walked out of his room.
Taking the information in hand, Macaro went straight to Count Violet's residence, but was stopped by a servant, who told him that his friend had gone to visit the arena of the competitive competition. Only then did Macaro remember that such a thing had happened.
He hurriedly borrowed a carriage to go to the competition venue a few miles away.
The competitive competitions in Winter Qin Moon have a long history in Eruin and even the entire south of Cruz. The competitions include riding, spearmanship and swordsmanship. Such competitions are mainly to prove their glory to knights from various regions. Young people
People are keen on such activities, and they can also satisfy their heroic complex in such competitions. In Wangli Knight Academy, such activities are even more meaningful. Academy students often want to prove that they are the best of the year.
The knights compete fiercely for the crown of holly leaves.
Preparations for the competitive competition began in the early morning, and by the morning there was already a sea of people. However, Macaro was indeed a good friend of Baal, and it didn’t take long for him to find him in the crowd. The Violet Count, who also came from Lantoniland, was meticulously dressed
He wore a purple coat with silver trim that matched his identity. There were three silver leaves on the cuffs of the coat, which represented his identity. He did not wear a hat, but he held a goblet in his hand. He stood alone on the newly built wooden board.
The highest point of the stands, where the cold wind blows.
Baal saw his friend walking towards him, raised his glass and said with a smile, "I know you don't like to drink 57-year-old Toldo wine."
"Actually, I don't like to drink any wine." Macaro replied angrily.
"I know, alcohol affects judgment. Anyway, I don't make judgments." Earl Violet spread his hands.
"Have you received the news from Tony Geer?" Macaro didn't want to get entangled with him on this issue.
"You mean that joke about old dogs having a few teeth?" Baal asked lightly.
"I want to ask how long do you think the 'rebels' can last?"
"What do you think? Don't you think that young man has the possibility of winning?" Baal played with the wine glass: "There are silver elves and dragons behind him."
"The Silver Elf is just passing by."
"Where's the Dragon Clan?"
"The dragon clan would not have thought that their rash intervention in human affairs would cause a backlash from the temple. No one wants to provoke a holy war, not even the most lawless princes in the kingdom."
"That's true, but that young man himself is no better than those losers who are sheltered by his family. With Pallas's character, he might suffer a big loss in his hands."
Macaro sneered: "Really? I think he is ridiculously stupid."
"How do you say this?" Baal asked deliberately.
"I thought he would break it into pieces and drag Pallas to Tonigel. The consumption of 30,000 troops is an astronomical figure. In addition, humans and Madara do not trust each other. As time goes by, Pallas will
There is no doubt that Si will be defeated."
"But that young man built a line of defense in place, preparing for a fair fight with Pallas, which disappointed our Mr. Fox, right? Indeed, it is very troublesome for Denel to have few people to restrain him.
thing, but I heard that he managed Tonigel well. He may have done this to ensure the food production in the coming year. Did you think that if he survived this battle, he would soon stabilize and become the real leader of Denel?
Are you in serious trouble?" Earl Violet asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.
Macaro looked at his friend.
Baal smiled hoarsely: "Indeed, I don't think he can survive, but maybe there will be a miracle. You know, miracles in this world always appear when people hope. Now we need this miracle, so I
I prayed sincerely, maybe Lady Martha will give me a miracle for my sake."
It would be too unreliable to place hope on something as illusory as a miracle, so Macaro also knew that his friend was just joking, and his character had always been like this. But the two stood on Eruin's side.
The person at the top probably never expected that his unintentional conversation would be overheard by a little girl under the wooden stand who was preparing for the next game.
"Freya, what's wrong with you?" A female college student pushed the confused girl, who seemed to have just come back to her senses: "Eh? Ah?"
"Hey, why do you look so lost? Do you think you miss a man?" The girl couldn't help but giggle.
"...You, what are you talking about?" Freya's face suddenly turned red, and when she talked about things between men and women, those aristocratic girls were much more courageous than her. Although everyone was still talking, this came from
The girl in the countryside of Butchi still felt that she couldn't bear it.
But compared to this, she still cared more about the things she heard before. She couldn't help but ask: "Tisha, who was the person who spoke just now?"
She was asking about the girl next to her, her dorm roommate, whose name was Tisha. As she said, she was a girl from a small noble family and was chosen here because she was talented in magic.
"It seems to be a noble stand up there. There are some big shots there." The girl replied: "Comparing the small nobles like us with the really big nobles up there, it's like the difference between commoners and nobles. If
We can't even go up and talk to them without permission, which is extremely impolite."
She seemed to have just remembered Freya's origin, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Ah, I'm sorry, Freya, you know I didn't mean that. But besides, after you leave here, you will be at least half a noble.
Already." The girl said with some relief.
Freya just smiled at her, but she was panicking in her heart. She didn't know what the situation was like on Brando's side, but now even the big shots who control the fate of the kingdom don't think highly of him. Does that mean that there
The situation is already very critical? After all, Freya is still a native of Eruin, and her awe for authority cannot be reversed in a short time. At this moment, she just wants to grow a pair of wings and fly to Brando to meet that person.
The young people will survive this crisis together, or at worst, they will die together——
Freya didn't know what she was thinking. She couldn't help but think of the little moments when she and Brando got to know each other. Of course, not all of them were good memories. She couldn't help but think of her time at the Golden Tree.
She went to see him and Roman with good intentions, but he was cruel to her and often took advantage of her and Roman.
When she thought of this, Freya's face turned red, but somehow, there was a little sweetness in her heart. But this little sweetness turned into fear and depression in the blink of an eye, and she even couldn't even call her name outside.
The sound was not heard for a while.
"It's your turn, Freya!" The girl on the side finally couldn't stand it anymore: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"No, no..." Freya then remembered that she was here to participate in a competitive competition. She picked up the spear in a panic, but was immediately given a blank look: "This is a swordsmanship competition..." The girl said angrily
said.
"Ah!" Freya just wanted to find a hole in the ground and burrow down at this moment.
"Forget it, but don't hold on." The girl sighed and looked at her a little worriedly: "Remember to get good grades. Hey, if I weren't familiar with you, I would have thought you wanted something.
The man is thinking of being a nymphomaniac..."
Freya had just walked outside the stands and almost fell to the ground when she heard these words. Of course, even to death, she would not admit that she was thinking about Brando before. But when it comes to getting better grades, this is not the case.
It's easier said than done, her rankings in spearmanship and riding skills are both at a lower level. Although her swordsmanship is slightly better, it is still not good enough among these outstanding young people selected from all over Eruin.