Magadal looked at Canderbell City from afar. The trade town that connected Silver Bay to the Wilderness of the Four Territories seemed a little lonely in the morning fog.
This was not the city she was familiar with.
Those who relied on the daily operations of this huge city — the farmers, craftsmen, and the merchants who shuttled through the various trade routes — were usually busy at dawn, waking the city from its slumber. Before the first ray of sunlight fell, the ancient city would be filled with fresh colors.
But today, the city was like a sleeping beast, silently creeping on the fertile fields outside the Aulo Forest.
The morning breeze blew through Magadal's hair, and the unusual atmosphere in the air made the princess of the Church even more uneasy. In the huge military tent behind her, the noises of dispute represented the various lords of the allied forces from the Silver Bay region. They had yet to come to an agreement.
After the disaster of White Mountain, the Wind Elves announced a blockade of their borders, and prohibited any outsiders from passing through their territory. The alliance army's path to the north was thus cut off, and the people were discussing whether they should change their route through the Wilderness of the Four Territories, through the territory controlled by the Empire's Red Army.
They had all kinds of concerns.
But the most important factor was the safety of the army.
Since the fall of the Black Moon, there had been no news from the Wilderness of the Four Territories. The humans and the Wind Elves had withdrawn from the confrontation, and the last news that the Red Army was trying to get close to the forces of the Crown Prince in the north, but then the entire army mysteriously disappeared, as if they had disappeared overnight.
Before the disaster of White Mountain, Veronica asked the Wind Elves to send scouts to the west of the Wilderness of the Four Territories in order to determine the location of the Red Army. But when the Elves reached the east of Anzeruta, they only saw a large number of highlanders migrating north.
The highlanders' homeland was completely turned into a sea of fire due to the fall of the Black Moon, and the migration of the Anzeruta region triggered a group reaction from the highlanders. The clans that originally lived on both sides of the Buta River (the river was located to the east of Vargas, where Brando had once passed by, and in Anzeruta's territory, it was the most ancient and sacred land of the Anzeruta highlanders) migrated north to the Red Mountain region, and the local clans of the Red Mountain continued north to the south of the Wilderness of the Four Territories.
Among these migrating clans, none of them claimed to have seen the Cruz army disappear on the road.
And after the disaster of White Mountain, the elves closed the country, and news from the north and south was cut off. Some people speculated that the Red Army may have been destroyed by the Twilight Dragon, or the most optimistic explanation was that the Cruz people were besieged in the southeast of the Evergreen Corridor. in fact, after losing the natural barrier of the highlanders of the Anzeruta, the area of the Wilderness of the Four Territories and Evergreen Corridor had become a possible 'enemy' territory '.
In other words, no one dared to guarantee that the allied army could safely pass through this area.
There were always differences, but under the insistence of the ferocious' Alpha Wolf 'of the Anzeruta family, the allied army still approached the vicinity of Kanebel. Here, Duke Branden finally had to give up his unyielding style, and for the first time, an intense argument broke out among the nobles.
Kanebel.
The most important trading city in the west of the Wilderness of the Four Territories.
After passing through this strategic hub, they would only need to walk for another two to three days to reach the safe southern border of the Alkash Mountains.
But at the same time, this route was also the most dangerous choice. Ever since the fall of the Black Moon, the Wind Elves' scouts had never come to this area.
The Fall of the Black Moon had created a hideous wound between the Sublime Inland Sea and Anzeruta, and the end of this wound was at the westernmost part of Kanebel. The map had lost its function here, and the disaster had changed this place beyond recognition.
It was more like a black hole that chose people to devour.
With the appearance of the first ray of sunlight, the morning breeze began to warm up.
But the scouts that were sent out had yet to return.
Magadal knew that the people's hearts were becoming more and more unstable.
Without any warning, a coarse and large hand was placed on her shoulder. This Princess Antuo Buruo was slightly startled and turned her head. Her blue eyes were filled with worry and surprise as she looked at her grandfather. When she opened her mouth, her voice was so light that it seemed to be able to break the silence of the morning. "Grandfather, why are you here? Aren't you in the tent persuading everyone …?"
"As you can see, persuasion is only effective at certain times. Everyone knows the danger ahead."
The old duke walked to his granddaughter's side and looked at the horizon as he replied.
Magadal shook her head.
This was the war with the Dusk. It was a legend written in the history books, but they were unlucky to be here. But everyone knew that if they retreated back to Silver Bay, they would not be able to survive.
"Mr. Brando would not lie to us," Magadal said crisply. "Perhaps there will be deaths, but we still have a chance to win."
That person, he had never let down those who trusted him.
She had seen it with her own eyes.
"I also believe in him. After all, he is the descendant of that person. I have seen the same shadow in him. I believe that they are both people who can change everything." The old duke recalled the time when he met Brando, but what he saw was a silver sea.
Countless fluttering spears and flags, and in the vast wilderness, the Knights were chanting the name of that person.
But in the end, they all turned into a single note.
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
That tall figure stood motionless.
Until it became a monument that was engraved in everyone's heart.
Behind it was an ancient family name.
"Then why don't you say it clearly …?" Magadal asked.
Brando shook his head.
"Everyone is brave enough. What more can you ask for? But bravery is one thing. Being afraid of death is not cowardice. The key is that people know the value of death. A worthless death is dishonorable. "
"But Lady Veronica is still waiting for us. Babel Fortress is in danger. We promised Mr. Brando."
"That's why I'm standing here with you, isn't it?" The old man winked cheekily at his granddaughter. "I hope the scouts can bring back good news from Candlebell City … If Lady Martha can still hear our prayers, it means that she has not given up on her children …"
The wind blew in from the wilderness outside Candlebell City.
The two suddenly stopped talking and turned around at the same time.
The morning fog had retreated into the depths of the forest. The forest in the distance was undulating like waves, and the wind was mixed with the rustling of the leaves. But Magadal suddenly realized that under such a natural sound, the fierce argument in the tent had disappeared.
Did the lords come to an agreement?
How could it be? They would not be able to solve the problem without arguing for at least an hour.
Brando was an experienced general. He immediately pulled out his sword and protected Magadal behind him.
Before he could finish, Duke Malvis from the Sword Poke Forest came out of the tent. "Behind … Behind …!" The latter screamed with a pale face. When he walked out of the tent, he tripped and almost fell into the brazier. If it weren't for the guards at the side who quickly caught him, he would have died.
Brando took him from the guard and helped him up, trying to wake him up. At the same time, he asked, "Damn it, what happened?" He looked into the tent.
The tent was in a mess.
"Huang … Dusk …" Duke Malvis stuttered and tried to push Brando away.
"Look at you, you good-for-nothing brat from the Malvis Family. Wake up!" The old duke angrily threw him to the ground and grabbed his collar. "What the hell happened? Tell me!" he roared.
Duke Malvis seemed to have woken up. His eyes regained some focus. He opened his dry and cracked lips and was about to say something. But at this moment, a scream attracted Brando's attention.
He turned around and saw a few knights rushing out from the forest in that direction.
"My Lord, our scout is back!"
The Knight shouted. Before he could finish, a man covered in blood was carried over. He was still conscious and shouted, "My Lord, we found them!"
"They, who?" Blank threw Malvis aside and asked with a frown in that direction.
"Cruz's men, the Red Army."
"What?" The old duke was shocked and asked, "Where are they?"
The scout shook his head. "They told us to run, my Lord … It'll be too late if we don't …"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
Frank had a dissatisfied look on his face. The quality of the soldiers of the Silver Bay states may not be as good as the elites of the other empires, but the scouts were the sharp blades of the army. How could they not speak clearly? Even the most basic level of calmness could not be maintained. Brando was about to scold him, but before he could say anything, Duke Malvis, who was sitting on the ground, suddenly stood up and grabbed his arm.
"Listen to him, leave this damned place!" Duke Malvis shouted with a pale face.
Brando was about to scold him, but he stopped. He seemed to have realized something and pushed Duke Malvis's hand away. He walked quickly to the edge of the forest and looked towards the northwest of Candebel.
It was in the opposite direction of Candebel City. The vast forest formed a sea of green, and there seemed to be a few inconspicuous black dots in the sky. Brando, the White Wolf Grand Swordsman, was very sensitive. This was not the first time he had seen such a scene in the sixty years of war. He knew that it was not dust on the horizon, but a large group flying in the sky.
Other than the migration of migratory birds, there was only one other situation that would cause such a scene.
That was war.
The old man turned around. He knew that he might have encountered the worst situation, but he still maintained a calm expression. He asked his subordinate, "Where are Cruz's men?"
Perhaps every minute and every second would determine life and death, but as the former commander of the allied army, this was not enough to make him nervous.
Some people had experienced the most tragic war, and those who survived were only fulfilling the promise of living for those who had died.
Moreover, they were still burdened with the lost glory.
There was no situation that could make these veterans bow their heads.
The war they had experienced was once known as the Perennial War.
It was a battlefield where they danced with death.
"We guessed wrong … Sir," the scout was almost crying, "Cruz's men have been fighting against those monsters in Candebel. They intend to bypass Babel Fortress and attack the hinterland of Saint-ausol. Cruz's men sent a messenger to ask for help … but …"
But they did not arrive.
Brando took a deep breath, as if he needed to let the cold air fill his lungs again to calm himself down.
Duke Malvis stumbled forward and grabbed his arm again. "Let's go, Uncle Brando!" In a moment of desperation, he almost called out the name he used to call this strict elder when he was young. At that time, his father was still alive, and he was not the master of the Malvis Family yet. "Behind, behind, there are also … Those monsters, countless of them. If we don't leave now, it'll be too late!"
"It's already too late." Brando shook off this useless fellow. He understood that the others might have already brought their men and fled. He pointed sternly at the tip of Duke Malvis's nose and said, "Go and get the others back. Our only chance is to retreat into Candebel City."
"No, I can't do it." Duke Malvis shook his head in fear.
Brando snorted coldly. He turned his sword around and swept the hilt of the sword across the fellow's stomach, causing the latter to bend over like a shrimp in pain. However, the old duke quickly grabbed the fellow's collar again and pulled Duke Malvis in front of him. He said loudly, "I saved your life because of your father. Listen carefully, if you don't want to die, do as I say!"
However, Duke Malvis still looked hesitant. Brando could not help but shake his head in disappointment. "You are far from your father, little fellow from the Malvis Family," he said bluntly. "No matter how fast you run, can you escape the eyes of the heavens?"
Duke Malvis's jaw dropped. He seemed to have finally remembered who was the most authoritative expert here. No one could be compared to the deputy marshal of the Allied Forces sixty years ago. He subconsciously asked, "Uncle Brando, how can I get the others back?"
"I know what you're thinking," Brando replied. "But if we don't gather together, even if we retreat into Candebel City, we will still die."
Seeing Duke Malvis stumbling away, Magadal, who had already regained her composure, could not help but ask, "Grandfather, can we really defend Candebel City?"
The old man shook his head.
Magadal was a little surprised at her own indifference to safety.
She suddenly realized that this answer did not cause any ripples in her heart. Perhaps it was because she had already expected this answer? She suddenly thought that this could be her burial ground, but she was not afraid.
Perhaps she was destined to be different from those mediocre people. After a moment of silence, she asked again, "If Cruz's people can hold on for so long, can we …"
"Cruz's people can't either." Brando sighed. He walked to the outermost edge of the forest, and the plains of Candebel could be seen clearly in the distance. The old duke raised his hand and pointed at a black shadow on the horizon. "Do you see it?"
That thin black line appeared on the horizon in the northwest.
And very quickly, it became a sea.
It was a purple sea.
It swallowed everything in its path. The forest and the lake were like a lone boat on the stormy sea, disappearing in an instant.
Magadal's blue eyes were filled with shock.
"Do you think Cruz's people can stop them?" Brando asked his granddaughter.
Magadal shook her head silently.
The old man was silent. Then he said, "They came from the Alcash region."
"What!?"
"The cracks in the Sacred Oath caused by the Catastrophe of White Mountain could not be hidden from the Twilight Dragon. It's a pity that the Crimson Army did not manage to send the message. Next, it's our turn …"
He sighed. "No one can stop them from entering the heart of the Elven Palace. Cruz's people are done for, and Saint-ausol's people are about to bleed to death. Is there any hope for this world?"
"Babel Fortress still has Cruz's people and the Elves stationed there. They will not let this happen without doing anything."
"The attack will not be independent," Brando said. "The Twilight Dragon has been preparing for this for so long. This is the signal for an all-out attack. Babel Fortress is also in danger."
"We are still here. We will delay them in Candebel for as long as possible." Magadal seemed to have made up her mind. She said firmly, "We will replace Cruz's people and send the message out. This will allow the Elves to be on guard!"
The old man was silent and did not answer directly.
But Magadal had already seen the answer from her grandfather's face.
"Is it difficult …?"
"The Crimson Army is ten times stronger than us, Mary."
Magadal clenched her fists.
The Nun Princess thought of many lines in her heart, but she still could not believe that their last hope was lost so easily.
There must be a way, right?
She could not help but ask, "Then what should we do? Is this it? Grandfather, didn't you always say that even in the worst situation, there is always a glimmer of hope? "
The old man shook his head.
"There is still Brando."
He could not do it either.
Even his grandfather could not do it.
Brando thought to himself. Perhaps the Elves and Madara could put aside their differences and allow the undead army to enter. But even then, he did not know how much they could save.
Moreover, it was not so simple behind the scenes.
Even he could not do it?
Magadal kept her mouth shut.
Perhaps it was because nothing could be changed. At this time, the Nun Princess' heart calmed down.
She did not know why, but at this moment, she recalled the conversation she had with Gryphine in Vlada Pest.
In the small hut, the cheers of the students on the field could be heard from time to time. In the white porcelain cup on the tray, the fragrance of tea rose in spirals. Two girls whispered about their dreams and visions. At that time, it was just a simple pursuit, but today, it was her best friend who realized it first.
Who could say that it was the naivety of a girl?
She chased after her own destiny.
Thinking back to how she met the people of Abies, it was more like a strange dream. And that person, her Knight.
"My best friend, have you achieved your dream?"
She prayed silently in her heart.
Brando suddenly frowned and made a sound of surprise.
This made Magadal come back to her senses and looked at her grandfather with some confusion, "What's wrong?"
But the old man did not answer directly and only shook his head slightly.
He seemed to have seen this scene before.
It was Alcash in the cold wind.
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