The wind blew through the Wilderness of the Four Realms. It was the sea breeze from the Silver Bay, or the summer breeze from the White Mountain. The airflow flowed over the sky, pushing the cotton-like clouds slowly towards the north. At the place closest to the skyline, the clouds were like a goddess, reaching out from the clouds to touch the rolling hills in the distance.
When the wind blew over the hills, the meadow rose and fell in turn, forming stripes of different shades. The forest was located in the south of the Yundun area, like a dark green shadow, mixed with many tree species such as the thick-leaved maple and Elson black pine. The gray and white trunks were hidden in the shadows like toothpicks.
The forest and the alfalfa tributaries under the low river bank formed a clear boundary. To the east was the kingdom of the elves, across the river from the allied forces of the Holy Cathedral of Fire.
"Mr. Darius, have you ever seen such a magnificent scenery in your hometown?"
"The Wilderness of the Four Realms is unique in Wohnde. In terms of magnificence, even the White Plains cannot compare to it, Your Highness." The general on the horse looked at the horizon, trying to find traces of the elves' movements, but to no avail. The Alkash Mountains hung down from the sky like a shadow, the clouds on Whistling Peak did not disperse all year round, and a few eagles soared in the sky.
He looked back at the Princess of the Empire. His face was chiseled, full of fortitude, and vaguely similar to Brando, but his lips were thinner, and his brow was deeper, full of the characteristics of the highlanders.
A pair of brown eyes were bright, as if they could not support the strong will of their owner.
"But Erouine has its own beauty, just like the Empire, the mountains of Charopet, the pine needles of Elson, and the ruins of the high towers on the highlands."
"I understand, Erouine is the only place of civilization and order created by the sages after the Year of the Return of Glory. There is no more glorious land than it. Its people are hardworking and brave, and the nobles who lead them are excellent and glorious."
The Princess looked at the Knight beside her without blinking.
"You flatter me."
The Princess smiled slightly, then turned her gaze to the horizon, her eyes as gentle as water. "That is the kingdom of the elves."
"The Wind Elves turned their eyes to the north after the summer. They do not seem to intend to fight with us in the Wilderness of the Four Realms. Perhaps they will enter the mountains."
"Before and for a long time after the War of the Holy Saints, the four sages, Gretel, Saint-ausol, Fanzin, and Elanta, were close to each other, but now we see each other as enemies."
"Is that why Your Highness is fighting for peace in the Empire?"
"Yes, but this Holy War is too tragic. Who knows how long it will take to wash away all the blood that has been spilled. But I know in my heart that there is nothing wrong with killing each other in order to compete for living space. From my point of view, I cannot blame my country and allies. It is the same for the elves. The sages once expanded the territory, but since the end of the Age of Chaos, the Knight who pioneered the land almost disappeared. It is not because people are stubborn, but because the power of order is declining. The fire produced every year is less and less, and it is not enough to replace the fire that is about to die of old age. The Parliament of Nobles even legislated to limit the number of new territories each year, in order to prevent the mature lands of order from declining because of lack of replenishment. "
The Princess said softly, "But we cannot tell the people this, for fear of causing panic. What should we say? Should we tell them that Lady Martha is abandoning us? Last month, my teacher Valla and the Great Holy See discovered that someone in the upper echelons of the Holy Cathedral had joined All for One. Although it was only an Archbishop, the meaning behind it is disturbing. It shows that our faith is declining, and people are becoming more and more confused. If this trend is not stopped, the consequences will be unimaginable. "
The General listened quietly.
"I have a plan. I hope to go to Saint-ausol and Fanzin after this Holy War. On the one hand, it is to eliminate hatred. On the other hand, I believe that the Holy Cathedral of Fire is not the only one who is confused. All civilizations should have encountered the same trouble. A thousand years ago, we could form a sacred covenant and fight together for a goal. A thousand years later, we can do the same."
"If I cannot persuade the Holy Cathedral of Saint-ausol and Fanzin, then I will go to the Ring of the World and find a way to seek the approval of the Great Holy Sage. Lady Eleranta will stay to protect this world. She will not sit idly by."
"As the Princess of the Empire?"
The Princess nodded. "Mr. Darius, are you willing to be my Knight?"
"It would be an honor."
The Princess smiled knowingly. "This is my dream, Mr. Darius. I have never told anyone. I hope that the Four Holy Cathedrals can return to the era of glory. In the distant future, we will open up a wider territory. The civil war between civilizations will thus be eliminated. I want to prove that what the Four Sages did was right. Once we succeed, people will no longer be confused. "
The General nodded thoughtfully. "If such a day really comes, I will feel honored to be your Knight, Your Highness."
"But it is difficult. We may not see it in our lifetime."
"It is difficult, but there will always be successors. No matter how lofty the ideal is, there will always be a lack of people who will fight for it."
The Princess nodded.
Constance looked at the face that seemed to be reflected in the mirror. She stood face to face with her. The soft face was full of kindness and persistence. The light silver eyes flashed with longing and hope for the future. But there was not only naivety in them, but also a strong and indomitable will.
That face was both familiar and strange to her.
Her face was pale, and the muscles on her face were tense, as stiff as stone. "Enough." She growled in a low voice, her hands clutching her hair so tightly that her knuckles protruded like ghost claws.
The scene became fragmented and blended into the darkness of the study. The heavy curtains reflected the lights of the city in the distance. The tall bookcase stood quietly in the shadows. The desk was scattered with documents on parchment. The signatures on them seemed to be written in blood, and were extremely eye-catching in the dim light.
Outside the study, Dragon Queen Gwendolyn silently withdrew her gaze and shook her head.
"This is fate. It is laughable and true, but not worthy of pity. Because everyone has to face it, and no one is more noble than anyone else. On the day of the destruction of Babel Tower, they also felt the same bone-piercing pain. "
She turned around and walked out of the corridor.
In the guest hall, a Knight had been waiting for a long time. He seemed to be restless.
Gwendolyn took in his expression and replied, "Her Majesty does not wish to receive guests for the time being. She has entrusted me with full authority to handle emergencies on her behalf. Speak, what is it?"
"My Lady, please forgive us for not being able to contact Marquis Baroque. Before he left at noon yesterday, he sent Her Majesty an order to strictly order the city guards of Ginkgo Castle to leave their garrisons. However, before evening, our informants sent news that the cultists are inciting riots in the city. Now, thousands of people have gathered in the Marigold Commercial District and Silver Horse Square. If they are not stopped in time, the consequences will be unimaginable. "
"Is this news before you left the garrisons, or is this the latest news?"
"Before I left the garrisons, my Lady."
"How much time has it been?"
"Half an hour."
"What about the patrolling knights?"
"I do not know, my Lady. I did not see them on the way here."
"That is good."
The Knight was slightly stunned. He looked up and saw the countess in front of him — Gwendolyn's identity on the surface. A strange smile appeared on his face.
Before he could react, his consciousness was shrouded in endless darkness.
Gwendolyn looked coldly at the corpse on the floor. The young man had died with his eyes wide open on the carpet. His head and headless body were on each side of the carpet. The blood showed a dark color in the darkness. The shadow of the corpse wriggled as if it was alive, and in a moment, it was reduced to nothingness.
"Marquis Baroque won't give you any orders, but you won't be able to hear it anyway," she muttered to herself as she looked at the hole in the carpet, "Marquis Baroque won't give you any orders.
Her figure slowly melted into the darkness.
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The scenery before Brando's eyes changed rapidly. The forest was pulled behind him faster than the speed of light. Oak trees, goosefoot grasses, and heather were hidden under the rocks. Due to the speed, the trunks and leaves were almost connected into a straight line, to the point where they were indistinguishable from each other. It was as if they had flowed into a color plate and mixed together.
Then, a speck of light appeared in front of him. The speck of light arrived in front of him in an instant. The scenery within extended and expanded, turning into a quiet night scene on the east bank of the Marigold River. The river glistened under the moonlight, and an ancient bridge spanned the waterway between Colddew Forest and the commercial district. The rows upon rows of roofs in the city gave off a faint silver light in the distance.
Brando was stunned for a moment before he realized that he was already at the foot of the mountain of Colddew Manor.
"My Lord!"
Brando turned around and saw Metisha and Hipamira by her side. He did not speak, but immediately waved his hand. Several doors of light opened in the air, and The Shire and Mephistopheles fell out one by one. Finally, Andrique landed heavily on the female vampire.
"Ugh —"
Andrique used her hand to push herself up from her brother's body, pressing the latter's head into the mud at the same time.
She did not even look at the latter. Patting the dust off her skirt, she silently took a few steps away from the riverside. Although blood kin were not as afraid of water as the legends said, they did not seem to like it that much either.
Brando looked at Mephistopheles who got up from the ground and wiped the mud off their faces with their hands. He could not help but shake his head helplessly. Although the card had turned Mephistopheles and Andrique into twins, the latter did not always seem to admit it.
Hipamira also glared at Andrique and walked over to help Mephistopheles wipe their faces clean. The Priestess was known for her kindness and kindness in the Abies Domain. Although she liked to keep some strange animals, which made it difficult for people to get close to her.
"My Lord," Metisha breathed a sigh of relief, and asked with some concern, "the battle just now …?"
"There was a small accident. Where is Sidney?" [This should be the edge of Marigold's commercial district. Nearby is the Twelve Fingers Alley, and the patrolling cavalry's headquarters is located at the junction between here and the Queen's District.] [That's right.] Brendel asked as he observed the surroundings. The river bank and forest quickly formed an impression in his mind.
"Lady Sidney and His Excellency the Legion Commander left before us. Did they not arrive?"
"It seems that they have been intercepted. Except for Royale, Saipan, and the other supreme beings, Cruz did have the strength to do this," Brando thought to himself. "The Silver Queen is not completely defenseless."
He replied, "There's no need to wait for them. Sidney and Lady Veronica have their own ways to escape. I don't know when the Silver Queen will catch up. Although the ability of a Planeswalker should be able to confuse them for a moment, Royer and Saipan are the top wizards in Kirrlutz. They must have their own ways to detect the direction of my escape."
He looked at the west bank of the Marigold River.
"We will go along the canal between the Marigold Business District and the Queen's District. After we reach the King's Street, we will go directly to the west of Rustal. Although that is where the patrol cavalry headquarters is located, the cultists are inciting riots in the city. If I'm not mistaken, the city guards and the patrol cavalry should be attracted to them. This route is actually safer. "
"My Lord."
Brando turned around and asked, "What's wrong, Metisha? Do you have anything to add?"
The Silver Elf princess frowned and hesitated for a moment. She seemed to want to say something.
But she finally made up her mind and said, "We met Andesha earlier."
"Who?" Brando was stunned, "Andesha, she?"
"Did she attack you?"
Metisha shook her head, "No, but she looked a little strange. Have you heard of the Second Corruption, my Lord?"
"The Second Corruption, you mean she looked like she was injected with the Blood of God for the second time?" Brando immediately reacted, "That's impossible, unless she doesn't want to live anymore."
Metisha could not help but look at her Lord in surprise. Although the Tree Herders were no different from the members of All For One and the Sheepshead Cult in the eyes of ordinary people, few people knew that these former Druids who called themselves the Withered Ones had been secretly studying the power of the Blood of God for more than ten centuries.
Many people did not even understand what the Blood of God was, and they confused it with the Demonic Sacrifice of the Sheepshead Cult. But Metisha knew that although the Tree Herders were extremely crazy, the Blood of God in their hands was the real Blood of God. It was not the Demonic Blood or the power from hell as the rumors said.
However, not only did her lord have a clear understanding of the God's Blood, he was also able to point out the nature of the secondary corruption. She couldn't help but be curious. How did he learn such obscure knowledge at such a young age?
Brando did not know what the little princess was thinking. He only frowned deeply. It was not strange for Andesha to appear here. She was originally in the imperial capital. Perhaps the rioters had attacked the imperial prison, but the Second Corruption was somewhat unusual.
"I hope there is no connection between the two." He did not know why, but he felt a deep uneasiness in his heart.
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