Year 376 of the First Era. At the end of the Year of the Sword, everything withered and winter came. After a long time, we will remember what happened in this month. Opsom – North of the Evergreen Corridor, a small town east of Metz. Along the frost-stained mountain road near the town, people were retreating with their heads down. A few long lines were winding through the forest in the early winter. People stepped on the shallow layer of snow and creaking broken branches in silence. Rows of Knight walked past. Their bright armor was stained with dirty blood, their spears were full of holes, and their flags were drooping with holes of all sizes.
Duke Odewig's face was covered with dust. His hands were bent like chicken feet, and he could not stop trembling. His exposed fingers were covered with blue and red frostbites. He could only subconsciously grab the reins of his horse. He looked at the scene in a daze, as if he had not woken up from that nightmare. Of course, he would rather not wake up, so that he would forever be immersed in that dream. Let time freeze at the moment when the Cruz Knight charged. It would be better if he never woke up.
A few dragons flew to the south in a panic. When they swept past the hills, they brought a gust of icy wind, causing the pine trees to rustle. The people who were like walking corpses looked up and looked at the scene with blank eyes, but no one complained. The eldest prince of the Cruz Kingdom sat on his saddle, motionless like a puppet. His dark eyes kept changing colors, as if he was still reenacting the horrible scene that he saw that day.
The figure that flew across the sky was slowly falling. The hero of the dragons, the Dragon King of this generation, Odewig's lifeless body fell heavily to the ground. The dragons wailed and shrieked. Their mutilated corpses fell like raindrops. A huge black hole floated in the middle of the sky. Terrifying and ferocious creatures emerged from behind the black hole. They were its past masters who had left this world for countless years. They were the Giant God Milos and the Dragon God Bahamut. They had returned to destroy their own people with their own hands.
On the ground, the complete defense line retreated bit by bit and completely collapsed. Many people knelt on the ground in despair, crying, praying, begging, hoping that Martha could save them. But they did not get a response. There was only endless darkness, pain, and slaughter. The will of Dusk swept across the entire battlefield and looked at all of this coldly. Then, it silently looked away.
Thousands of worlds were destroyed, but in its eyes, it was just a moment.
The Empire was finished.
This mortal kingdom that had been established for more than fifteen hundred years had a glorious past and a long history. Its magnificent palace was engraved with words, murals, and carvings about the past of glory. Under the continuous heavy blows, it was like a proud Knight — he was severely injured, his helmet cracked, his sword broken, and his blood stained the battlefield. But he still held his head high and stared at his enemies with a determined gaze. While the Tamil poets used their emotional and impassioned elegy, he breathed his last breath.
His fall was destined to completely rewrite the history of the entire continent. However, the people who were trapped in the harsh winter and quagmire for a year were unable to spread the news immediately. The Wilderness of the Four Realms and Anzeruta were separated by the calamity of the Black Moon's fall. In large areas of no man's land, the elves tried their best to salvage the losses caused by the calamity at the border. They didn't know that time was passing by in silence. By the time the first messenger in ragged clothes passed through the newly born Black Forest near the crack of the Evergreen Corridor and arrived in front of the deputy commander of the Red Army, Injess Taan Hilllund, two crucial months had already been lost. By the time the humans and elves reestablished their trust, they still didn't understand what kind of important thing they had lost.
Time.
Time that changed everything.
A month later, a letter from the Cloak Bay was sent to the Black Sword Fortress. There was only a short line of words on the letter.
"Help, no matter who it is, no matter where you are, help us. We are finished. The fleet … we can't stop them …"
The signature on the letter was concise and powerful: Chris Goldshield — Earl Goldshield. The pride of the nobles of the Cloak Bay, the uncle of the Silver Queen, the husband of Princess Valerie, the high-spirited and famous admiral of the Imperial Navy, revealed a kind of gray and withered despair between the lines of this letter, as if it was the last words of a dying man. He used his own seal at the end of the letter as if it was stained with blood. The red mark seemed to indicate an ominous bloody future.
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Freya rode a horse and stood on a hill near Winomar, watching the army of the undead that was retreating from the lakeside area below. The first snow of Erouine had yet to fall, and the wilderness was still bleak in the autumn evening. Bare branches grew in clumps, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves. The tall gray Karsuk horse stood in a patch of heather, carrying its master on its back and constantly swinging its tail to drive away insects.
Behind the horse, the soldiers looked at their commander with admiration, and some of the young Knights even had adoration in their eyes. Just two months ago, with the help of the counterattack of the Queen of Banshees, Yalvete, Erouine attacked Ladios from both the left and right flanks at the same time, thus winning the first great victory since the Second War of the Black Rose.
In that battle, Freya led the Valkyries and decisively cut into the junction between the two undead legions. She took the lead in the battle, shouting the name of Erouine on the battlefield, like a flag that led everyone to advance. She also led the White Lion Guards, whose morale was high, to defeat Madara's Black Knight Regiment head-on, completely sealing the victory.
In this battle, two of Ladios' deputies died in the battle, and he himself was seriously injured. The Queen of Banshees, Yalvete, betrayed him, and the other commander, Skeletal Lord Roffman, also died in the hands of the Valkyries. After this battle, the army of the undead in Winomar, which was divided into two, was unable to fight again. They were almost blocked by the allied forces of Randner and Anthony at the lakeside area, and were no longer able to threaten Randner and Anthony.
The name of the Valkyrie on the battlefield spread like wildfire. After this battle, the Knight of the White Lion Guards almost spontaneously painted the emblem of three pairs of wings of light on their shields, as if to commemorate the shining flag they saw on the battlefield that day.
The glittering wings of light were always right in front of everyone, never stopping.
Under the hills, the undead were majestically converging towards the direction of Braggs in the south. It was like a dark sea, with flags of various colors mixed in it. There was no order, and it seemed a little disorderly.
However, Freya's face did not have much joy.
Her gaze was a little heavy.
In the past half a month, ever since she received Brando's letter, she knew that the Second War of the Black Roses had come to an end. This was not bad news for Erouine. Although they had achieved a decisive victory in the battle in Winomar, the Highland Knight on Braggs' side, in Karsuk and Viero, were losing ground.
Unlike the blind optimism of many people, in this short year, especially the experience of serving as the Knight of Princess Gryphine's side, Freya quickly transformed from the somewhat naive little girl from the countryside of Bucce to a qualified commander.
Although she was perhaps still a step away from being a politician, at least it was enough for her to see some things that were more profound than what ordinary people could see, the factors that would determine Erouine's future.
She stood silently on the hills, feeling her growth. It was as if she could finally feel Brando's gaze, everything he had seen in the past, and breathe the fate of the future with him.
But everything that used to be simple and clear had now become complicated.
Erouine was a small kingdom, but it had a powerful enemy. What it needed was not a trivial victory or revenge, but time and change. Peace was too precious for this country.
It was so precious that it was almost unbearable.
But the Goddess of War was really worried about Brando. The letter mentioned the reason why His Majesty the Emperor of Madara and Erouine had reached an agreement. Madara's invasion of Erouine was due to a long-standing misunderstanding and mutual distrust between the two sides. Hatred had blinded the eyes of both the living and the dead. Under the instigation of some northern lords with bad intentions, it led to such a tragedy.
Now that His Majesty the Emperor of Madara had made up his mind to pacify these northern rebels, he needed to call back the army to suppress the country. And the Black Rose of the Roman Empire and Erouine, a small kingdom in a corner of the country, should put aside their disputes. There was no natural conflict between large and small countries.
Madara still had many enemies, but Erouine was not one of them. Not only that, as the natural enemy of the northern lords, Erouine should also support His Majesty the Emperor of Madara and form an alliance with him.
This was a suggestion to Princess Gryphine, and her student, the future King of Erouine, Haruz.
It was such a letter.
It removed the dark clouds of war that loomed over the ancient kingdom.
But Freya knew in her heart that it would soon cause an uproar on another 'battlefield' in the kingdom. From Viero to Lantonilan, from Silman to Radner, the Royal Faction had already taken action.
It wasn't just the nobles. In fact, she had heard a lot of complaints over the past few days. The knights were complaining that their lord had robbed them of their glory. They should have wiped out Manowar's undead army in one fell swoop.
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