The crystal clusters were like a purple tide, engulfing the last section of the grey city wall that stood in the middle of the tide.
The countless crystal worms were like a huge wriggling mother body entrenched on the ground. The process of this mother body slowly engulfing everything was suffocating and despairing.
Another flag disappeared in the purple sea.
It was like a lonely sail that disappeared into the whirlpool, representing the annihilation of another army at the hands of the crystal clusters.
In the tower.
Hugh blocked the door and shouted to his commander in despair, "Sir Knight, we are surrounded!"
"Shh —" Death seemed to be close at hand, but the female Knight with a deep scar on her face quietly put a finger to her lips, signaling him to be quiet. She pointed above her head and said to the young Knight, "Listen."
The last fortress was in front of them.
On the battlements, Veronica, Mangrove, Valla, the old Prime Minister, the Duke of Mehotofen, and Duke Ludwig looked grave. Below them, the Cruz army's defense line was thinner than a piece of paper.
But everyone was looking at the sky.
The thick clouds were parting.
A huge halo was slowly spreading out from the southern sky of the Wilderness of Four Territories, pushing away the clouds within a radius of a few thousand miles.
A few hundred miles away from Babel Fortress.
Thousands of meters above the sea of clouds, after the Baruvitto broke through the clouds, it once again saw the Kirrlutz, which also appeared at the other end of the cumulus clouds.
Under the sun, on the two magnificent flagships, the commanders of the Hazel army and the Cruz army were looking at the Wilderness of Four Territories below through the observation device. Both of them looked grave.
Outside the Oro Forest, a huge black sphere stretched between the sky and the earth. Its lower part was suspended above the plains, and its middle part had already passed through the clouds. Countless flying dragons and beetles flew around the black sphere. From afar, it looked like a few black dots.
Below the black sphere, Kanebell City was like a coin.
"There is the aura of a god."
"It is the Dragon God Bahamut. This thing once defeated the allied army of the Green Army and the Black Army in the Metz area."
"There's someone in Kanebell City. It looks like the Silver Bay Coalition Army. How do we deal with this thing?"
"We can only think of a way to attract its attention and buy some time for those poor fellows to evacuate —"
"Give the order."
However, the messenger's somewhat anxious voice came from the messaging crystal. "Sir Commander, ten seconds ago, there was a large amount of energy reaction in the southeast direction. Those things are rapidly approaching at a distance of 1,500 meters. They're very fast … They don't look like elven air cavalry."
"Alert!"
"Wait, they're responding to us … It's the Dragon Race!"
"Dragon race?"
"She said she's the current princess of the Dragon Clan. Her name is Aloz … Aloz Golden Flame."
"A golden dragon …?"
The dragon had arrived.
The group of dragons was flying through the sky near Sobias.
These giant beasts spread their wings and swept across the sky above the forest. The elves living in the forest all ran out of their treehouses as if they had seen the end of the world.
They raised their heads and looked in the direction where the dragons had left with deep curiosity in their eyes.
"The dragons have appeared. What happened in the West?"
This was the Year of the Sword, the first day of the Month of the Winter Harp.
Many years later, the people of Saint-ausol living in the White Mountain area would still remember this day. And that was also the last time people saw such a large-scale dragon migration on the continent of Wohnde.
There were a total of 173 dragons.
That was the last group that the dragons could gather after the disastrous defeat of Metz.
"Aloz."
The little female dragon suddenly heard Flora's voice.
She turned around and saw the graceful silver dragon flying beside her. The silver dragon was a beautiful creature, and its mate was the pride of the entire silver dragon tribe.
"Look to the south —"
Aloz was stunned.
She subconsciously turned her head in that direction.
Gray Harbor, the capital of Yanilasu —
Refugees were crowded at the harbor. These people were poor people who gathered from Silvanar or the Yanbao area further north. The sudden outbreak of war destroyed their originally peaceful lives. The rebel army began a massacre in the north, and the army of the Noh race did not let go of any villages they passed by. More and more people left their homeland out of fear and came to the south.
But here, Gray Harbor was the end of their migration.
The sea was full of ships that were preparing to leave, and each ship was full of people. The merchants were spontaneously dumping their goods in order to take more people with them. There was no return, and they did not care about their reputation. This was just a civilized creature taking the initiative to save themselves at the most critical moment.
This was the biggest difference between human society and the beasts.
But there were still not enough ships.
Erouine's air fleet also did not withdraw. The navy had not made a decision yet, but in any case, Count Yanilasu had to wait until the last ship left the harbor. This was the minimum promise that the soldiers made to the citizens they protected.
The harbor was also full of all kinds of giant sea monsters.
They were actually the servants of the Gray Fin Naga —
The refugees boarded the backs of these giant beasts with fear and nervousness, but everyone who left the harbor on the giant beasts bent down and bowed respectfully in the direction of the lighthouse.
There, the Frost Dew Queen stood side by side with her deputy, the sea monster Bridget.
"See, Bridget? That's why we're here." The queen's face was a little cold, but her rectangular pupils shone with a strange colorful luster in the sun.
The sea monster shook her head, "We don't need the gratitude of these mortals, Your Majesty. After the battle of Ampere Seale, we don't owe these Erouine people anything."
"Is this all you see?"
The sea monster Bridget turned around and looked at her queen.
"For a long time, the people of the sea have been excluded from the circle of this world. Do you know why?" The Frost Dew Queen replied, "Because we once missed the best opportunity to engrave the name of the Naga race on that sacred white stone tablet."
She pointed to the distant sea and said, "This is why we came here. We missed it once, and we must not miss it a second time."
In the sky, the clouds were getting fewer and fewer.
In a reception room in the city hall of Gray Harbor, Count Yanilasu and the Naga warrior Sani, who were sitting on the sofa, stopped talking at the same time, feeling something.
In the hall outside, it was already a mess.
People rushed onto the street and looked south.
Something had happened to Grinoires.
Someone was shouting.
A bright pillar of light shone dazzlingly in the southern sky — —
In the ruins of the lighthouse, Freya looked up with a shocked expression. "What is that …!"
Brando, who was beside her, didn't say a word, vaguely guessing something.
In the illusion, Amandina had no idea what was happening in Wohnde.
She looked at her with some confusion.
"My father?"
Martha nodded.
She drew a picture with her hand.
In the picture, there was a bright room. The afternoon sun was shining into the room through the floor-to-ceiling arched windows. The silk curtains on one side were pulled open and fell to the ground, and the shadows just covered the bookshelves on the wall.
At the desk, Viscount Borg Nesson, who was obviously much more mature than he was ten years ago, held a gray stone fragment excitedly and said to his Knight colleague, "Old man, do you remember our conversation here last time? I think we're close to success. I already have the exact whereabouts of that stone fragment."
The serious Knight also had a few more deep wrinkles on his forehead than ten years ago, and his temples were graying. He looked at his companion and said, "Shippard, I think the Tree Herders have noticed you."
Viscount Nesson shrugged. "Of course. They're not stupid. They're just aware. I don't think I've exposed my identity yet."
Amandina looked at the two people in the room in shock.
She subconsciously took two steps forward and reached out to grab something, but her feet never stepped into the room. "This … … This is my family's manor in Aldrin. I recognize this place. This is the second floor of the manor, my father's study … …"
"And who is he … … How does he know my father's real name?"
Amandina asked in surprise.
Martha gestured for her to continue looking.
Amandina bit her lips. She remembered something that happened two years before her father went missing. She was only twelve years old at that time. She remembered that there was a guest who took her father away, but she and her mother had gone to a nearby farm to be a guest.
She couldn't help but have a complicated expression on her face. This study was exactly the same as in her memory. The glass windows of the cabinets were still filled with gray stone fragments of various sizes.
After so many years, she still didn't understand what her father was looking for. Were those stone fragments really that important in his eyes?
He was an adventurer. As his daughter, she could understand her father's love for his career. She could even understand the man's deep love for her and her mother. But what could he not tell them?
After her mother passed away, she thought about this question all the time until she met Brando.
Her father was not only the heir of House Seifer, but also the student and Knight of the Earth Sword Saint. This was such a prominent identity, but he never told her and her mother.
Why?
But if that was the case, why did he let her know the fate of House Seifer?
Since he didn't intend to tell her the truth, then wouldn't it be better to let her be a naive noble lady?
Tears blurred her vision at some point.
Amandina used to think that she was strong enough and wouldn't cry easily no matter how much she faced. But the memories of the past were buried deep in her heart and did not fade with time. Instead, they became clearer and deeper.
She took a step forward, hoping so much that she could ask the answer to this question herself.
But time was so merciless that she didn't have a chance.
Viscount Nesson stood up.
"Palmead, we have to act now."
The Knight pondered for a moment. "Have you asked her opinion?"
Viscount Nesson shook his head. "I can't find her. She left the royal family after adopting the baby girl. I don't know if she has been to Grinoires, but the marshal has passed away for two years. Even if we know something, we have lost track of her."
"I've asked Scott, but he doesn't know either. I don't dare to look for the marshal's grandson, lest I bring him trouble. Old man, although the marshal is no longer around, it doesn't mean that our mission is over. You should still remember everything we saw in the illusion under Alkash."
"We have to stop the prophecy from happening. This time, we have to do it ourselves."
The Knight nodded silently. "But what about your wife and daughter? Do they know about it?"
Viscount Nesson was silent. There was obvious hesitation on his face.
"It's not fair for you to do this."
The Viscount shook his head. "Palmead, you know what we're doing. There's no fairness in this. Our companions have left one by one, but we're still here, aren't we?"
He sighed slightly. "I do love them very much, but if I don't do it, it's not love. It's shirking responsibility. As a husband and a father, I have a reason to protect them — in my own way. I promised Sadie, do you remember? From the moment I gave her the wedding ring, I had to fulfill my promise. "
The Knight looked at him.
Viscount Nesson took a deep breath. "Just like the marshal entrusted us with, we have to make a decision. Do you understand, Palmead?"
"I want to leave hope for my daughter and the world she lives in."
"Even if it costs me my life."
…
'I do love them very much, but if I don't do it, it's not love. It's shirking responsibility.'
'I want to leave hope for my daughter and the world she lives in.'
'Even if it costs me my life.'
Such a voice echoed in the clouds.
In Braggs, all the residents on every street stopped what they were doing and looked at the sky in astonishment.
Some of them were locals who lived in Greyrat Street. They had once been neighbors of Amandina's family. Their lives had not changed at all in the past three years. Even though Erouine had experienced a lot, to them, how much worse could their already poor lives get?
Some people had come to Greyrat Street and some had left. The rich had moved to the north during the second war, while the poor could only continue to stay on this old and cramped street.
However, many of them still remembered the family of three that used to live here, whose identity was completely different from theirs.
"Isn't that the voice of Viscount Nesson and Miss Amandina? I heard that Viscount Nesson went missing many years ago, and his daughter left Braggs a few years ago."
"Miss Amandina is doing well now. I heard that she married Count Randner."
"That's hard to say. The situation in Erouine is so chaotic right now. Who knows what will happen in the south? I really hope that Lady Martha can protect the Eldest Princess."
"Sigh, it's really pitiful. Their family are all good people. Even though Viscount Nesson is a noble, he treats people with kindness and doesn't put on airs …"
"In this world, good people are always unlucky."
"Who said otherwise?"
"But what's with that voice in the sky? Didn't Viscount Nesson go missing for many years?"
"Did you see that light? That's Kurkel, right? What happened in the north?"
Everyone was discussing.
But no one noticed that behind the crowd, a cripple had dropped the sword in his hand. However, he didn't seem to notice it at all. He only looked at the blue sky with a pale face.
In Silver Bay, a young mage stood on top of a hill, allowing the wind to blow his long hair.
The mage listened to the two voices that he was once familiar with. He didn't know when, but his face was covered in tears.
"Did you do it?"
"My companions."
Amandina seemed to have seen that summer night again in her daze.
That night, the witch's back seat was especially bright in the southern sky.
The stars were reflected on the water's surface, quietly flowing with the river Braggs …
Viscount Nesson watched his daughter return to the house, sighed, and turned his head back — — In the silent Bruglas, there were already lamps lit up in the dark night. Far away was Bunipan Avenue, and the noble district was like a star that fell to the ground.
In a house far away, warm orange light shone through the window. The silhouettes of a family of three could be seen in the window. A husband and wife, a father and daughter. Their laughter seemed to come from the other side of the river. It was warm and real.
He stood up with his hands on his knees and picked up a shovel from the corner of the wall. He dug a deep hole under a chestnut tree not far away. He crouched beside the hole and carefully buried a box.
After doing all this, Viscount Nesson wiped his sweat and stood up.
He looked at the new soil under the tree, his eyes full of tenderness. "Annie, I'm sorry … I hope that one day, you won't hate me because of this."
"I won't ask for your forgiveness, but there are some things in this world that we must do."
"It's not just because of the responsibility of House Seifer's bloodline to this kingdom. More importantly, there are many people around us who are worth protecting with our lives."
"Perhaps one day, my daughter, you will also meet such a person."
He slowly took off the necklace from his chest and murmured,
"For Erouine, Lady Martha, please protect me. This is my last hope."
Amandina was already sobbing when she saw this scene.
Braggs and the street of the Grey Rat people were silent.
No one understood what this scene meant.
But for Brando, the scene in the forbidden orchard on Mount Bucce three years ago was still fresh in his mind.
It was a father, a husband, a hero. The soundless skeleton could not tell him everything in the past, but the weathered parchment recorded the most sincere feelings.
Two people born in different eras. At that moment, their fates intersected. Their gazes could not cross life and death, but their ideals and beliefs could still be transmitted.
Freya bit her lip silently.
The illusion was changing.
It was in the sky, presenting the unknown story of the past in front of everyone.
People saw with their own eyes that Viscount Nesson fulfilled his promise.
He had snuck into the Tree Shepherds and obtained the grey stone, but Mayad, the Gu Worm Lord, had discovered his identity. At the last moment, the Knight Palmside sacrificed his life to pave the way for his companions.
After a long chase and escape, Brando saw the place he was familiar with.
Wasn't the Golden Demonic Tree in the valley basin?
Viscount Nesson hid in the depths of the crevice. The Tree Herders who could not find him planted the seed of the Golden Demonic Tree in anger.
And in the cave.
The trembling father wrote the last letter of his life on a piece of parchment with a quill:
"Martha above, I may not be alive for long. If I die …"
Amandina covered her mouth.
She still remembered the scene of that day.
In the small and dim room, there was a knock on the door. When she saw the young man's face through the crack of the door, her fate changed.
But she clearly remembered how Brendel handed the letter to her at that time.
The words on the letter were so clear in her memory, as if it was yesterday.
Big drops of tears rolled down the girl's cheeks and rolled into the dust.
In many areas of Wohnde.
Everyone stopped in their tracks, silently watching this moment.
They saw Viscount Nesson use the last of his strength to pick up the gray stone piece and place it on the parchment. He seemed to want to write something, but the light of life in his blue-gray eyes was fading. The quill finally slipped from his hand and rolled into the gravel.
It was the end of a hero.
In the Ten Cities, many people bowed to salute this scene. Although they could not really understand what this man was protecting, no matter where, the brave were always worthy of respect.
Veronica slowly retracted her gaze and looked at Mephisto beside her.
"I have seen this man's daughter," the Ash Sword Saint replied: "She is very outstanding and did not disappoint her father."
"I know her."
Veronica replied softly.
Mephisto turned around and looked at the female commander with a puzzled expression.
"Do you still remember the past?" Veronica asked: "The days when we learned swordsmanship together. At that time, we were still very young."
Mephisto could not help but be silent.
Does he still remember the good times of the past?
Of course.
… …
The illusion was still changing.
In the dark palace, the great King had entered the moment of his death.
The hero of the past, the Flame King Gretel looked at his Knight by his bedside. He suddenly remembered the most glorious moment of his life, but more than that, he was burdened with heavy responsibilities.
But at the end of his life, the memory that appeared in the depths of his mind was still that unforgettable scene.
He did not know how long it had been since he last dreamed of that place.
The underground Holy Temple that changed their lives.
In the darkness.
The four Sages stared at the stone walls of the Holy Temple. On those tall stone walls, there were all kinds of patterns drawn with strange patterns.
The light of the torches flickered.
A huge altar was reflected. On the obsidian platform, a human baby girl was sleeping in crystal amber.
"It seems that what Odin said is true." Eleranta stared at the patterns on the stone walls. "This is the ancient language of Novin, the language of the Divine People. The Azure Lance did not kill the Twilight Dragon. The Seventh War may be coming soon."
"Then aren't we doing something wrong?" Fanzin said loudly: "We have overthrown the rule of the Miirnas, so now what do we have to fight against the Twilight Dragon?"
"Shut up, Farnezain." The blonde young man's blue eyes glinted with wisdom. The Sacred Sword Oderfeiss shone in his hand. He spoke to his companions, "The Miirnas are already rotten. Their nobles are addicted to the glory of the past. What can Odin change? He chose us because he did not want to see the hope of this world die slowly. Since we have inherited this fate, we must bravely go on. "
"I support Gretel." The young Saint-ausol was not as mature and sophisticated as she was later. The elven girl's face was pure and determined: "Sister Eleranta, do you see anything from this?"
The Earth Sage turned around and nodded: "Gretel is right. We still have a chance."
Although that chance was so illusory.
The old man raised his trembling finger and pointed to the person he trusted most. The once proud young man, the chief of the Flame Knight, was now also old. Time was so cold and merciless. The king who had once created an empire was now speechless.
But from his trembling movements, the old Knight already understood everything.
It was a tacit understanding of two centuries, and there was no need to repeat it with words.
He nodded solemnly.
That day, Miss Rose came to the depths of the Deadly Frost Forest, and a Crystal Stag witnessed a falling meteor in the magnificent night sky.
A hundred and thirty years after that, a country called Aouine was founded.
…
In a verdant valley.
After a great battle, the Knight celebrated their hard-won victory.
But their king, the late King Erik, left everyone's sight alone. He came to the quiet lake, and another person was quietly waiting for his arrival on a rock by the lake.
The late King Erik looked at the Knight he trusted the most.
"Have you made up your mind, Walter?" he asked. "From now on, you will lose your identity, your honor, and even your life. You may become the things you hate the most in your life. Your fate will forever be tied to this sword, and you won't be able to rest in peace."
"Until one day, when my descendants are no longer worthy of the sword's recognition, it will come here and quietly wait for its true master."
The Knight stood up silently.
He didn't answer.
But he had already knelt on one knee.
…
The amber crystal on the altar shattered, and Princess Constance looked at the baby girl in her hand in shock.
"Darius, I …"
The man with a serious face shook his head, "Don't worry about this, let's see what's written on the stone wall first."
The female officer beside the princess named Gwendolyn looked at the two thoughtfully and answered, "That's the ancient language of Fenno, the language of the Divine People. I just happened to understand the knowledge of this language in a book."
"What's the content?"
"The Dusk Dragon is about to awaken, but the mortals still have hope."
"The Dusk Dragon?" Darius turned his head, "So what we saw in the illusion was real?"
"My Lord, the monsters we encountered outside are called Crystallizers," Gwendolyn replied, "You saw their strength, but that's just the weakest branch of the Crystallizers. They're just monsters formed on the basis of the original creatures of Wohnde, and the real Crystallizers are unimaginably powerful, not to mention that the Crystallizers themselves are not just a branch of the Dusk species. "
"So if the Dusk Dragon didn't die in the hands of the Azure Knight, then it's inevitable that it will make a comeback. Its claws and teeth are all over the various worlds in the chaos, and once they enter our world, it's enough to destroy everything. "
"If that's the case, where's the hope of the mortals?"
Gwendolyn smiled slightly.
"Maybe it's here, or maybe it's in Erouine —"
…
It was the same sunny afternoon.
The middle-aged Viscount Borg Nesson smiled and said to his visiting companion, "I've investigated clearly, the only hope Lady Martha left for our world is sleeping in Erouine."
At this time, Viscount Nesson still seemed to have no idea about his future fate.
The Knight looked at his companion.
"Do you still remember the prophecy we saw in Alkash, Palmide?"
The Knight nodded.
The sword that changed fate —
Viscount Nesson clenched his fists and showed an excited expression.
"Palmide, that's the Throne of Destiny —"
"And the Crystallizer that the Tree Herders have been searching for is the final guide to that hope. It's divided into five, and is actually a beacon — it's the guidance Lady Martha gave us!"
"Palmide, we must not let the hope of the world fall into the hands of those people!"
It's an ancient prophecy.
Engraved on the Azure Poem —
XVI: THE TOWER
The lost moon took away the light —
XX: JUDGEMENT
The light lost.
XVII:THESTAR
The Silver Generation was lost on the earth, walking forward in the darkness and ignorance.
VIII:STRENGTH
The coincidental meeting of the Emperor and the Fool.
IX:THEHERMIT
The rusty clockwork was being restored.
XXI:THEWORLD
The sword that changed fate.
Amber —
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