Further west than the western border of Greken, there used to be a huge magical eye. It would be active from time to time, and then a large number of terrifying demons would emerge.
Cerberus are overwhelming, and high-level demons are fierce. These damn guys will slaughter civilians, destroy cities, and leave nothing behind in their path.
But now, the magic eye here has been silent for a long time. There are no traces of demons here anymore, and various plants have begun to flourish around it.
Some small animals began to take root here, and some low-level monsters also began to appear here.
The city walls, which had long since become desolate and in ruins, were covered with weeds, and the collapsed sentries showed no trace of their past.
The magicians who once stationed here have all turned into soil, and no traces can be seen where they were buried.
An old magician stepped on the soft soil, walked around the ribs of the pale devil dog, and slowly walked to a mottled stone tablet.
This is one of the few traces left on the battlefield that can still be recognized today - in order to commemorate the ten thousand great magicians who died here, the commanders of the magician army at that time, are here.
This stone monument was left behind.
Wind and frost have eroded everything here beyond recognition. This stone tablet, which was originally engraved with words, has long been unable to see any traces of human carving.
It is lying there round like this, like an inconspicuous stone, covered with various natural wounds.
The magician lowered his head and walked to the stone, but was stunned because he saw a bouquet of flowers placed at the foot of the stone.
After letting out a long breath, the magician also placed the bouquet in his hand. He knelt down on one knee and leaned the bouquet of flowers on the stone with some difficulty. He closed his eyes piously and whispered softly.
Thought quietly.
Back then, his great-great...great-grandfather arrived here with 300 soldiers, and then died here fighting for the world.
Those soldiers bravely faced their own deaths just to allow this world to continue to exist.
They fought against death here, faced tens of thousands of times more demons, and still did not flinch. In the end, they used their lives to interpret the meaning of the word brave.
"My great ancestors... I came here to worship you today, hoping that you can rest in peace... We are no longer fighting for survival, the rise of mankind has become unstoppable! Your efforts will be rewarded after all, your bravery
The deeds will be remembered by everyone." After the old magician finished speaking, he pressed his knees and stood up slowly.
Then, he raised his head and looked over there at the magical eye that had been silent for a long time and had once made the world suffer.
The next second, his eyes widened with horror on his face.
Because he saw a demon soldier wearing heavy armor passing through the dimmed light of the magic eye and walking out of the energy barrier.
Immediately afterwards, the second demon came out, also wearing armor and walking with heavy steps.
Just like that, demon soldiers appeared one after another in Ailansiris. This scene had not happened for more than half a year.
What's even more frightening is that these demons all have flesh wings, and they all have two or more pairs of flesh wings, which means that they are all high-level demons, or at least terrifying beings at the level of demon generals.
They are not so fierce, and are even a little handsome. Their pace is slow and full of ritual, as if they are on the way to the temple.
The old magician wanted to turn around and run away, but out of the corner of his eye he saw two bouquets of flowers at his feet. He gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and stared at the murderers who had committed countless crimes in this world.
The magical aura around him began to fluctuate chaotically, and the energy in his body began to tumble and gather. At this moment, he was ready to fight, ready to fight those damn enemies again at the place where his ancestors had fought.
He couldn't turn around and run away, otherwise he would really lose the face of his ancestors. Even if he died in battle, he would have to prove his courage and glory at the last moment of his life.
But he also knew that he was facing the most ferocious demons. Even from the neat armor on these demons, he could tell that their fighting power was definitely the most powerful elite.
How could such a powerful demon army appear here at this time? Such a question appeared in the old magician's mind.
However, before he could figure out the key, a terrifying aura appeared near him.
For a moment, it was like a little white rabbit being targeted by a dragon. The old magician even felt that it was becoming difficult for him to breathe.
That was absolutely terrifyingly powerful! Many times more powerful than him, it was so powerful that it was hard to fathom!
It seems that as long as he accidentally makes a small wrong response, he will be wiped out and completely disappear from this world in the next second.
So, he tried his best to adjust his breathing, exhaled a long breath, and finally regained some control over his body.
Then, he saw a beautiful woman wearing fiery red armor, riding a powerful and huge earth dragon beast, appearing at the feet of the Magic Eye.
The old magician swallowed. This was the first time he saw such a beautiful woman. However, the reason why he swallowed was not because the woman was beautiful, but because his whole body shut down at this moment.
Yes, it's down!
He saw the strangest scene he had ever seen in the more than a hundred years he had lived in this world.
That weird woman with a terrifying aura all over her body, a powerful being in fiery red armor, was flanked by a human who was also riding an Earthdragon.
As for the human, wearing the uniform of the Airansil Empire, there seemed to be nothing special about it. The two of them were talking and laughing, riding their mounts and strolling among a group of powerful demon guards.
"I'm sorry for wasting my time by asking you to accompany me on such a thing." Arisia, who was sitting on the Earthdramon with a heroic appearance, said to the officer beside her with a smile on her face.
The human officer who was also riding the Earth Dragon Beast was generous and decent, and made a gesture of invitation with his hand: "It doesn't matter, I have been ordered to accompany you, visit all the way from here to Seris, so that you can understand the Eilanhir Empire as comprehensively as possible...
…So, no need to be polite.”
The old magician in the corner was messy in the wind, because he had never seen a human being living among a group of demons, talking and laughing...