Cheers could be heard from afar from time to time. Three seven-headed lizards were attacking the rebel army's camp at the foot of the mountain. These gigantic creatures had their chests above the canopy of the trees. When they picked up the rebel soldiers and threw them into the air, their heads were as tall as spruce. The seven-headed lizards were covered in armor, even their heads were covered in spiked helmets. Below them were layers of chain armor that protected their long necks. The soft arrows and spears of the rebel soldiers had no effect on them at all. They charged forward and broke through the camp. The wooden walls creaked under the impact and cracked inch by inch. A row of iron men in the camp came forward and were flattened by a single stomp.
Facing such a monster, the psychological defense of the rebels finally collapsed. After a scream, they turned around and fled. The Knight of the White Lion Guard saw the grade four creatures made by the craftsmen being slapped like paper. They could not help but click their tongues. Although they knew about the existence of these Snake Lizard Beasts in Valhalla, they did not expect them to be so powerful.
Could it be that Miss Monica was very careful with these treasures?
Dozens of gargoyles rose into the air, and under the command of a wind elemental djinn, they flew toward the Snake Lizard Beasts. However, the Snake Lizard Beasts moved their torsos under the command of the beast tamer, revealing a two-story tower on their backs. On the tower, the Tree Elf archers were holding silver longbows, and rows of figures stood elegantly behind the parapet. They drew their bows, and the creaking sound of the bows rang through the forest.
"Draw your bows!"
"Release!"
A rain of black arrows flew out, like a wall rising in the air, and swept across like a hurricane. In the blink of an eye, more than half of the gargoyles withered, leaving only the djinn roaring violently in the air. Thunder and lightning roared in its cloud-like body.
However, the commander on the tower had already noticed this lone commander, and a black flag was raised. The elves changed their target and began to shoot at the rebels who were fleeing below, because physical attacks did almost no damage to the incorporeal elemental creatures. The ones who attacked were the druids. Beams of flame arrows flew out from the tower and hit the wind elemental, causing it to howl in pain.
The Djinn of Wind Elemental had once formed an alliance with the Bugas, so the Grey Wizards of the Saasalds naturally could not ignore their allies being attacked. They rose from the forest one after another, trying to stop these giant beasts. However, before they could attack, rows of silver figures descended from the clouds. They were the Valkyrie. They rode on the Raging Flame Heavenly Horse and held silver spears and scimitars in their hands as they charged towards the battlefield.
The Valkyrie from Tónigel had arrived and joined the Valkyrie led by Brunhilda. The number of Valkyries had increased significantly, almost forming a sizable force. Ever since the restoration of the Cloud Gate, Valhalla had begun to summon Valkyrie on a small scale.
Seeing these Valkyries, the young Knight of the White Lion Guards could not help but cheer again. Although they were now dressed in rags and looked like a group of beggars with their arms around each other's shoulders, this did not hinder the enthusiasm and excitement in their hearts. These Valkyries had been their greatest support these days. If not for them holding back the Saasalds Grey Wizards, they would have been burned to ashes by magic.
The Grey Wizards and the Valkyries were old rivals, and the fighting strength of the two sides was about the same. It was obvious that it would be difficult to determine the winner in a short time.
However, after the rebels lost their greatest support on the battlefield, defeat was only a matter of time. Of course, to the people of Tónigel, this was no longer important. Compared to the battle in Menta, this was just a small matter. The results of a few thousand noble rebels were not even worth mentioning.
After Brando left Princess Gryphine's tent, he went to find Freya. The Valkyrie of Erouine was sitting alone on a rock in a daze, not paying attention to the battle below. When Brando found her, she was startled and hurriedly wiped away her tears, jumping down from the rock with a red face.
"You … You didn't see anything, did you?" Freya asked with a red face.
"Didn't I see it in the tent already?"
This answer was naturally met with a fierce glare.
Freya hesitated for a moment. Thinking of Amandina, she felt a little guilty, "Brando, I didn't protect Miss Amandina well. I'm sorry, I …"
Brando shook his head, "Your opponent is the Saasalds. We've already done well this time. If you really want to apologize, go and say it to Amandina in person."
"What?"
Brando looked at the battle in the distance.
He withdrew his gaze and said, "Let's go, we'll go and rescue Amandina now."
Freya's eyes widened in disbelief. She pointed at her chest, "I'm going too?"
"What, you don't want to go?" Brando smiled, "You lost her, so naturally you'll be the one to find her. I'll take you along."
Freya felt her heart fill with warmth, but she could not say anything. She could only look at him gently, using her eyes to express her thoughts.
It was gratitude and gratitude.
Of course, it was not just this time.
"I'm sorry, Brando." She suddenly said with an apologetic tone.
Brando was stunned, "What, didn't I say you don't need to be sorry?"
"It's not that," Freya blushed a little, "It's because of some things in the past."
"What things?"
Freya just shook her head and pretended to be mute.
That seemed like a long time ago.
There were only memories left in her heart … …
"… … I want to find my parents. My uncle and aunt said that when I grow up, they will tell me who they are. They said that my father is a Knight, a great person like Sir Everton. One day, I will also become a Knight."
"The Roman people naturally want to become merchants, because merchants can earn a lot of money, so much that my aunt and I will never be able to spend it all!"
"What about you, Brando?"
"Me?"
"I don't know, but I don't want to learn any swordsmanship. I want my grandfather to understand that the truly powerful things in this world are not swords. One day, if I have the ability to do so, I will make sure that Aouine will never be disturbed by the flames of war, so that its people can live a peaceful life without swords, and not live in fear every day like they are now. "
"How is that possible? The Undead are so terrifying, how can they let us go? Brando, how do you plan to deal with the Undead?"
"I haven't thought about it yet, but I have a feeling that I have seen that world in my dreams. If it exists, I will definitely find it."
She stood in front of the young boy and girl and asked them: "Brando, Mr. Marden is the chief swordsman instructor of Fortress Riedon, and he is a truly capable person. I am going to join the militia, and Bretton will be going as well. Don't you want to protect the others? Come with us? "
The young boy shook his head: "I might have to go back to Braggs for a while. Let's talk about it when we have the chance. My father wants me to inherit his mill, and he said in the letter that my grandfather's health is getting worse, and he might want to see me."
She was a little disappointed, but there were some things that she did not ask.
"What about you, Roman?"
"I will wait for Brando to come back. If he is going to join the militia, I will go as well."
The young girl nodded and turned to leave.
Seven years had passed since then.
When they met again, it was already the summer of the Year of Blooming Flowers. And that summer night, the stars in the sky were especially bright.
The two of them walked side by side in the camp. Freya secretly looked at Brando who was beside her. So he never forgot what she said at that time. She always knew that she was Roman, and she was the stupidest person. But why did he choose this path? Mr. Marden said that his path was different from ours. So Mr. Marden had already noticed something. Did he know that Brando was the descendant of the Sword Saint Darius from the beginning?
Freya thought silently.
"Have you already activated your Elemental Activation? Freya, can you fly?"
Freya came back to her senses and looked at Brando's hand that was stretched out to her.
"Yes," she nodded: "Andrea and the others taught me."
"Then take my hand —"
She reached out her hand, hesitated for a moment, and then put it in the warm palm of her hand.
At this moment, his restless heart surprisingly calmed down.
… …
Rows of seats, religious-style reliefs, twelve layers of columns going up one by one, supporting layers of arches immersed in the darkness. One hundred and seventy stone statues watched the noisy hall from the shadows. At the top of the vault, the final battle between the Azure Knight and the Twilight Dragon was painted. The heroes of the gods and the destruction of the world were painted in green and red paint, each occupying half of the mural, and the skylight was projected from the central hole.
A beam of white light passed through the darkness, and the long circular table in the center of the hall was suddenly carved out of the darkness.
The people of Fanzin, Cruz, the Wind Elves, the representatives of the Silver Bay states, the Bugas, and the Druids each occupied an area, followed by the representatives of the White City states and the Barbarians. In the center of the long circular table was the master of the place, the Elemental Tyrant of the Miirna people in a red robe. Tuman, Mephistopheles, and Andrique were divided on the left and right of the old man.
Next to the three of them was Grey Sword Mephisto, who was looking at the area where the representatives of Cruz were. It was more than half empty at the moment, and only a few people from the military were sitting there, including Mangrove, Duke Ludwig, and Veronica.
The Elves had not arrived yet, and there were only a few guards in the Saint-ausol seat. The Elven girls were whispering to each other with longbows on their backs. The Silver Alliance's area was almost empty, and there were only a few people left. Most of the wizards had left Babel Fortress, and only a few apprentices were left, and they did not speak to any suggestions.
A taciturn elder sat in the Druids' seat, proving the existence of the Ring of Skies.
Although the area of the Silver Bay states was bustling with people, there were not many who had the right to speak. A considerable number of these people were asking about the Wilderness of Four Territories, and why the Silver Bay Coalition Army had not yet arrived in Alkhash. As for the Barbarians, most of them were the mountain people who had fled the Lache of Wa and the Highlanders of Anzeruta. They rarely sent a representative, but they rarely expressed their opinions.
Finally, there were the representatives of Fanzin and the White City states. The former mainly consisted of the members of the Fanzin Royal Knights and the Air Knight Regiment, who had been ordered by the Pope to come as reinforcements. The latter were basically just there to make up the numbers, except for the Faraway Eagle Adventurers' Guild who had sent over three hundred mercenaries to help.
After all, the Fanzin and the Wild Elves of Elanta still had to deal with the threat of the Great Glacier Race and the Horned Beetles from the East.
The decision on whether to evacuate Babel Fortress was in fact mainly based on the opinions of the Wind Elves and Cruz people. However, the sudden absence of the Cruz people and the Wind Elves before the meeting made most people feel puzzled. For a while, there was a lot of discussion in the hall, and the buzzing sound of discussion echoed.
Almost all of the main representatives of Saint-ausol were not present, and the Elven guards who were responsible for maintaining order naturally did not participate in this high-level meeting. On the other hand, there was a serious dispute within the military on the Cruz side.
Veronica was adamant that they should not evacuate the fortress. Her insistence was not without reason. After leaving the Alkhash area, the Crystal Legion army could attack the entire Wilderness of Four Territories from the Alkhash Mountains. After that, there were thousands of miles of plains, and there was no way to defend.
After that, they would have to retreat to the Ancient Twilight Forest and rely on the White Mountain and the Autumn Twilight Mountains for defense. Although the ancient forest was the natural border of Saint-ausol, it was hard to say how useful it would be for the Crystal Legion army.
More importantly, the conditions there were not necessarily better than here. If the immortal fortress of Babel could not be defended, then what was the point of building a defense line in other places? They could retreat today, but what about after that? Would they have to flee into the wilderness like in the War of the Holy Saints?
This time, the enemy was not only from the west.
Her idea was supported by most of the young officers, but they faced difficulties from reality. The attack of the Twilight Army had broken through the last line of defense, and the scattered citadels and defense facilities outside the Tower of Babel would be completely destroyed in the next few days. Without logistical support, how long could they hold on in this lonely fortress? One month, two months, half a year, or a year?
So on the other hand, to be exact, Duke Ludwig completely disagreed with such a desperate approach.
Trapped in the fortress, waiting for the Bugas to solve their internal problems, and then let the Wind Elves change their mind and return to the negotiating table with Madara's undead. How could military operations be so passive and hope for the best possible outcome? But what if it was too late? The world of Order could not afford such a loss if the allied forces of the humans and the elves were buried here.
His statement was also supported by some people, or even most people. After all, most people still understood the principle of 'if you lose the land, you can save the people and the land; if you lose the people, you can save the land, you can lose the people and the land.' And it sounded more logical.
Logically speaking, Veronica's heart actually did not disagree with this logic.
But the female legion commander had a deeper hidden concern in her heart.
If the allied forces retreated to the White Mountain and the Autumn Twilight Mountains, then the Empire's passage to Erouine would be completely exposed. At the mention of the border country in the southeast of the Empire, Veronica felt a little strange in her heart. This was not because she was emotional, but because she had a faint feeling that this matter was not so simple.
Although Erouine was just an inconspicuous existence to most of the Empire's people, it was precisely this small kingdom that had shown amazing strength in the recent civil strife of the Empire. Veronica felt that the young man could not see through him. She always felt that he might have some secrets, otherwise it would be difficult to explain the rapid rise of this small kingdom.
What was even more difficult to explain was that if the disaster of the White Mountain could be understood, then why did the Bugas rebel run to Erouine to stir up trouble? That place had nothing to do with this war at all.
What if the purpose of the Twilight Dragon was to destroy this small kingdom from the beginning?
The more Veronica thought about it, the more she felt that she might have seen through the Twilight Dragon's movements, but this judgment was completely contrary to her common sense and logic. It did not make sense that the Twilight Dragon's army would not deal with the two powerful civilizations of Cruz and Saint-ausol, but first destroy a small border country.
She could only speculate that the Twilight Dragon had other intentions.
But this was what she found hard to say. A military operation of such a large scale, the meaning behind it could affect the future of the entire continent. No one would judge based on their own conjecture — no matter how confident they were in that conjecture.
And she could not prove her conjecture. Because of the disaster of Anzeruta, the land contact between Cruz and Erouine had long been cut off. Now almost all the news about the kingdom came from the Silver Bay area, but the Silver Bay area actually only received the magic transmission from the south.
Now, no one could go to Erouine to confirm the accuracy of the news. After the outbreak of the war, the commercial exchanges in various areas had long been stagnant.
Veronica could only choose to stick to her own opinion.
But her attitude had tended to be stubborn in the eyes of outsiders, and even those who supported her at the beginning could not help but waver after a period of time.
There were also some pro-war parties, most of which were the young people of various noble families. They seemed to have been organized by someone to persuade the hesitant two-faced parties. At first, Duke Ludwig thought that these people were recruited by Veronica, but later he found that the female army commander seemed to be disdainful of such a thing.
However, the political influence of these young people was weak, and neither side took them seriously.
Duke Ludwig could only shake his head in response to Veronica's stubbornness.
"No, no."
He kept objecting.
The argument between the two became louder and louder, and it even covered the discussion in the hall. People turned their heads to look in this direction. Mangrove's expression was a little awkward, but at this time, a servant hurried in from outside the hall.
Mangrove had a bad feeling from the uneasy look on the servant's face. The servant came to his side and leaned over to whisper a few words in his ear. When Mangrove heard this, he suddenly stood up from his seat.
"What did you say?"
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