And today.
The actions of their ancestors would be verified by their descendants.
The same era had come once again. In Tuman's opinion, would the descendants of the four young people still have the courage and perseverance to bear the responsibility of this era?
He looked at these people with a deep and wise gaze.
This bright gaze made everyone feel ashamed of themselves, and people constantly lowered their heads under his gaze.
To be precise, what Tuman saw was a group of people who had lost their homes and fled like stray dogs. Among these people, there were Cruz and Fanzin, some of them were of noble birth, and some of them were of poor birth. Most of them were anxious, as if they had not yet broken free from their previous fear.
And some of them still had the arrogance characteristic of this era. It was the arrogance of the nobles, just like the bad habits of the Miirnas a thousand years ago.
But there was one thing in common.
This trait was vividly displayed in the previous battle. At least these people had not given up hope and still had the courage to fight for their homes.
This was the trait that mortals needed the most in the coming days.
That was enough.
Tuman nodded and silently evaluated in his heart whether his and Odin's protection was valuable.
He opened his mouth.
"I see that you are dejected, and some people even show a look of horror when they hear my name, like a group of stray dogs. I think if a thousand years ago, your four sages and your ancestors were the same as you, would the structure of the Battle of the Holy Saints have changed? "
Tuman slowly stood up from his seat, looking imposing. His powerful aura even forced everyone present to step back. His tone was almost stern, as if intertwined with lightning and thunder, causing fear in people's hearts.
"Look, the Miirnas lost to a group of heroes, but their descendants have become cowards!"
These words frightened the Dukes, but the young people's hearts were full of indignation, but they could not hold on under Tuman's pressure, and could only show a look of humiliation.
Tuman continued in a long voice: "I have lived here in seclusion for a thousand years, and after a thousand years, I see such a group of stray dogs. Tell me, is the empire that Gretel left behind finished? His descendants are dejected, throwing away the spirit and faith that their late emperor left them? "
The old man saw many mixed expressions on their faces: fear, unyielding, anger, and so on. He was relieved that he did not see any numbness. "I heard that in the south of Cloak Bay, there is another group of Kirrlutzians who survived. They have formed an alliance with the enemies of Nazaire in the past. Together, they put down their former enmity and faced a new enemy —"
"And now, I see another group of Cruz's people. So I ask, are the Cruz people all dead?"
He shook his head and said, "No, I didn't."
"Then are Fanzin's people all dead?"
"No."
"Have the descendants of the Four Sages completely given up hope?"
His gaze fell on these people in distress.
"No!" The commander of the Order of the Silver Horse, Rodrigo, snorted and replied loudly: "Fanzin's people are here. We can become cold corpses, but no one can make us bow our heads!"
This sonorous answer shocked all the Kirrlutzians. Veronica looked up and said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Lord Tumen, although the Empire has suffered a great disaster today, his people still haven't given up hope, otherwise we wouldn't have fought all the way to this point. I also believe that as long as there is a Cruz person alive, the spirit of the Golden Flame will live on forever. "
The words of the female commander made many young Knight raise their heads. This was the spirit of the empire. Although it may have been forgotten by the nobles for a long time, at this moment, the descendants of the Golden Flame King were like heroes who picked it up again.
The young people's chests were still filled with hot blood. Like a ball of fire, the blood rushed through their veins. Even the most depressed and dejected people seemed to be able to distinguish the direction in the darkness.
Other than a few nobles from Ludwig, most of the Dukes' faces were burning. They could not wait to pick up their weapons and fight the monsters outside again.
Since when did the honor of the family have to be maintained by these hypocritical rituals? The ancient nobles only had one way to realize their value, and that was to die on the battlefield.
"The people of the empire, even if we die, we will not bow our heads —"
This was the motto of the nobles in the north, and it was also the symbol of the people of Cruz.
But now, it had actually been called out by a Farnezain.
Tuman looked at these people and nodded. "This is the descendant of Gretel and Fanzin that I am familiar with."
"Lord Tuman," Veronica continued to express her gratitude: "Thank you for letting bygones be bygones and helping us in distress."
After saying this, she suddenly fell silent.
In fact, everyone present had a complicated expression. Their ancestors had once overthrown the rule of the Miirna people. As the descendants, they should have inherited the hatred of the Miirna people. But who would have thought that one day, they would be saved by Tuman?
Especially the people of Cruz who were present. They deeply understood that Tuman had not only saved them, but also the empire itself.
"You don't have to feel bad about this. I didn't just help you," Tuman shook his head at Veronica's words: "You must understand this. Whether it is Cruz or Fanzin, it is not just the empire of the people of the empire."
Perhaps no one would have been able to understand the meaning of this sentence before the black moon had fallen, but at this moment, everyone more or less understood a little of it.
"Lord Tuman, the people of the empire will bear the corresponding responsibility, not to mention that those monsters are still wreaking havoc in the empire. Sooner or later, we will take back our homeland," Veronica replied: "In this war, the people of the empire will never retreat."
"It is good to have such an idea," Tuman replied: "But it is far from enough. Even if you add in your compatriots who survived on the other side of Cloak Bay, it is still far from enough."
Tuman's words made the eyes of the people of Cruz brighten, especially the eldest son of the emperor, Lenarette and Veronica. Cloak Bay was not only the cradle of the empire's navy, but also the most prosperous area of the empire's commerce. If it really survived as Tuman said, it was undoubtedly great news for them.
Even if it was affected by the disaster, as long as it was not completely destroyed, at least there were still people and supplies. More importantly, it was the traditional sphere of influence of the Holy Cathedral of Fire. The faith of the Golden Flame Path and the spiritual inheritance of the empire would be inherited with the survivors.
Not to mention, if the survivors there reached a settlement with the people of Zel, then they could at least escape to the south or north. So even if the empire was destroyed for a while, as long as these two groups of Cruz people still existed, then one day, it would still be reborn from the ruins.
This rare good news these days could not help but cheer up all the Kirrlutzians. Over the past few days, their morale had been low. In addition to the physical torment, each of them had suffered a greater mental blow.
The destruction of the Empire was tantamount to a collapse of faith for every proud citizen of the Empire. In particular, they watched helplessly as the wyrms were killed and destroyed in front of them. They couldn't help but feel despair as if the end of the world had arrived.
At this moment, although they were not completely dispirited, it was enough to inject a glimmer of hope into their dead hearts.
And this was exactly what Tuman wanted to see. What he needed was not a group of fugitives who had completely given up hope, but people who could stand up and fight to preserve hope.
Only such people could bring the possibility of survival for the future of Wohnde.
However, the second half of his sentence still made the nobles whisper. Veronica couldn't help but ask, "Lord Tuman, we originally planned to go through the Alkash Mountains and go to the Wilderness of Four Territories to meet with the empire's Red Legion. From there, we will launch a counterattack. First, we will recover some areas in the south of the Evergreen Corridor, and then consider moving in the direction of Cloak Bay. Lord, do you have a different opinion on this?"
"Are the Kirrlutzians planning to fight these monsters alone? You should know whose pawns they are. "
Everyone was silent for a while.
Tuman continued, "You know better than me the history that happened in the past few eras described in the Pale Poem. Since the fire of our civilization was ignited by Lady Martha, we have experienced countless similar wars. Your future will be more dangerous and dangerous than the era of the War of the Holy Saints. Are the people of Cruz ready?"
Veronica couldn't help but shut her mouth.
If this was a war with the Twilight, how could the people of Cruz be ready? Countless eras ago, even an existence like the Azure Knight could not completely kill the Twilight Dragon. How could mortals like them control their own destiny?
Tuman was right. The War of the Holy Saints was just a war to determine the dominance of the continent between the mortals and the Miirnas. The Miirnas wanted nothing more than to enslave the world, but the Twilight Dragon wanted to destroy everything and return the world to chaos.
In the face of such a level of existence, it was difficult for mortals like them to imagine the power possessed by the other party. The monsters they had fought before were just a small projection of this power in this world, and it seemed to be enough to destroy the whole of Cruz.
When dusk came, would they still be able to preserve this paradise that they only had?
They didn't dare to think, nor were they willing to think, about this suffocating and desperate future.
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