Marsha gently hugged Amandina who was sobbing uncontrollably. She gently stroked her back and comforted her child.
Amandina finally realized something and looked at Martha with tears in her eyes: "You are … … Lady Martha?"
Martha nodded gently.
"… … You're back?" The girl raised her head, her face was still covered in tears, and her voice was filled with eagerness: "Will you help us fight against the Twilight Dragon?"
Martha smiled and shook her head. She gently wiped away Amandina's tears: "My child, you don't need anyone's help. The tenacious will and confidence of mortals are your most powerful weapons. I have given you the power, and the rest is up to you to open up a magnificent future."
Amandina looked at her in confusion, but she saw Martha gently touch her right hand. Starting from the tip of her finger, the goddess slowly turned into countless flying petals of light. In the dazzling light that was like the birth of a supernova, Amandina saw a quaint throne.
And on the throne, there was a holy sword that was quietly sleeping.
A gentle voice echoed throughout the sky of Wohnde.
"Children — —"
"Don't give up hope!"
At that moment, the whole world seemed to have stopped breathing.
Everyone looked at the dazzling sword in the sky.
In the Elven Palace in the Deciduous Forest of the White Mountain Range, the bell rang, and the Elven guards opened the door. The Wind Elves were the first to stand up, and one of them reached out to her opponent: "Thank you very much, my name is Meria, the chief sorcerer of the Elven Court."
The pale nobleman smiled and gracefully touched the elf's hand: "Although at this moment, your name and ours may be buried in the long river of history, but history will always remember this day. I believe that it is significant enough to change our future."
Meria smiled: "In any case, welcome back."
"Back to where?"
Maria smiled and did not answer, but the dark aristocrat from Madara did not pursue the matter. It was as if both of them had a tacit understanding.
The envoys from both sides nodded to each other and slowly walked out of the hall. Then, they stopped and looked up at the dazzling holy sword in the sky. No one said a word for a long time.
South of Erouine.
A gust of wind blew through the Anserra Forest. The forest rustled, and countless dead leaves flew over people's heads. In the distance, the sparkling waves of the Bernichel River quietly passed through the southern lands of Anthony.
The trebuchet creaked under the force of inertia as it launched the last stone projectile into Bernichel's walls in a parabola. After the flash of magic, the sound of buildings collapsing could be heard from within the city.
The cultists had given up on resisting, and a fat dragon was spitting fire on the broken city wall, driving the people who had already collapsed to flee in all directions.
The battlefield stopped.
Everyone stared at the sky.
Haruz held Mikaya's small hand and stared at the majestic mountain peak in the blue sky, the dazzling holy sword. His heart was in turmoil for a long time.
Miss Amandina's father was also a hero. His unyielding spirit left everyone with the last glimmer of hope, so he was worthy of the title of Knight. There were always many such heroes in the history of mankind. Haruz could not help but think of his teacher. In the dazzling light of the holy sword, he could always see a tall and straight back. Firm beliefs and ideals that would never fade. Was it not his teacher's words and deeds?
Erouine's birth was so glorious, but could he bear the burden of his teacher's expectations?
The little prince bit his lip and remained silent.
Beside the two was the expressionless Duke Anthony. The Duke who had just experienced the pain of losing his son had gray hair, as if he had aged ten years. He held his only granddaughter in his arms, the only bloodline left to him by his son and daughter-in-law. He stared at the sky for a long time without saying a word.
The cultists slaughtered the people of Bernichel.
This also filled their own graves with the last handful of soil.
Bernichel did not take any prisoners.
This was the order issued by the Duke.
And from this day onwards, Anthony would also begin a great purge of all dissidents.
Haruz knew that innocent people would die under this order, but he did not speak. Sometimes civilization needed iron and blood, and Erouine's decay had reached a point where his bones were visible. As a king, he must learn to take responsibility. A man who wears a crown has no right to cherish his feathers. A country must move forward, and someone must bear the stigma for it.
Haruz was aware of this in his heart, but if someone had to pay the price for all these mistakes …
It would not be Erouine's people, but the Twilight Dragon.
He clenched his fists.
Behind him, Medusa Lysemeka was also shocked by the strange scene in the sky. Her reptilian prismatic eyes reflected the sword deeply, and her eyes flashed with hesitation and determination. "… It really exists, everything is real …"
Her friend, the sexy Dark Elf, grabbed her best friend's arm and looked at her worriedly. "Lysemeka?"
Kaya's action alarmed Haruz in front of her.
The little prince looked back and was startled to see Lysemeka's strange behavior. He thought Lysemeka was worried about him, and hurriedly said, "Sister Lysemeka, you don't have to worry. This attack was unexpected, and no one can blame anyone for it. Besides, I'm fine now, aren't I?"
But he didn't expect that as soon as his voice fell, Lysemeka grabbed him with such force that he almost cried out in pain. His body's subconscious reaction was to use black magic to resist, but Haruz stopped the impulse because he saw the Medusa's eyes — clear and clear, without the slightest intention of hurting him.
"Miss Lysemeka, you …?" he whispered, gasping for breath.
Mikaya also turned around, tilting her head and watching the scene with interest. She asked the little prince with her eyes if he wanted to help, but Haruz shook his head at her.
Lysemeka lowered her head with a rare look of seriousness on her face. Looking at her best friend's expression, the Dark Elf Kaya seemed to realize something and quickly asked, "Lysemeka, have you thought about it?"
Medusa looked back and nodded. "Kaya, we have lost our home. Do you want to experience the feeling of drifting again? We came to this world above ground to find hope. Now that we have reached the final moment, we must make up our minds."
Kaya opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but stopped.
"Kaya, do you trust me?" Lysemeka asked when she saw her expression.
"Who else can I trust, Lysemeka? Without you, I wouldn't be who I am now. I've always treated you like a sister, "Kaya couldn't help but say." When I gave it to you, I trusted that you could make the right judgment. I — "
Lysemeka interrupted her. "Kaya, thank you, but it's time to stake everything."
Kaya looked past Medusa, glanced at the sky with a complicated expression, and nodded.
Haruz looked at the two of them with some surprise.
"Miss Lysemeka, you …"
Lysemeka pressed her finger to his lips and stopped him from continuing. "Haruz, my little prince, do you want to hear our story?"
Haruz looked startled. Of course, he knew that Lysemeka and Kaya's background was bizarre, but because of the kindness of Ampere Seale, he never had the idea of doubting Medusa. And it was because of his trust that Lysemeka had the idea of staying in this human kingdom.
She looked at the little prince gently. "Kaya, she is of the Oath Keepers."
… …
General Fonoma withdrew his gaze from the sky and silently watched everything that was happening in front of him.
Outside Ariel City, on the plains of Corvado, two torrents, one black and one white, were converging.
The Dwarf King Califen was in the black torrent of the dwarven heavy cavalry, looking at the snow-white formation in the distance and muttering to himself, "They're here too …"
The White Lion Legion that was besieging Ariel was in the midst of their final counterattack. The human knights were in their final charging formation. A sea of purple crystals was surging towards them from the front. But the humans were shocked to see the army of their former enemies, the Lion Men of Toquinin, approaching them from the side and stopping side by side with them.
The humans vaguely felt the intentions of the Toquinin, but they were still unable to be sure.
Under the order, the Knight who sent the order raised the flag of inquiry. A golden swallow-tailed flag —
Were they allies?
The Lion Men hesitated for a moment, then raised a sacred white flag. On the flag, seven sacred emblems fluttered in the wind.
In response, they swore a sacred oath.
General Fonoma stood on the remaining city wall and saw this scene. The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Woo —
The horn was blown.
The dwarven army had taken the lead, and the humans and the Lion Men did not hesitate. The Knight began to speed up, and the Corvado Plains rumbled. The allied forces of the three races collided head-on with the sea of crystals like three hot knives cutting through butter. The dwarven heavy cavalry bore the brunt of the impact. Each of the dwarven heavy cavalry was like a moving fortress, and they were lined up side by side. Wherever they passed, there was a frenzy in the purple sea.
Under the careful protection of Bretton, Manrique, and the Knight, Dilferi followed the dwarven battle closely.
"Miss Oathkeeper," the Dwarf King Califen said to Dilferi, who was standing in the middle of the Knight after smashing a crystal with his hammer. "Have you thought about where you intend to send the sacred sword after we win this battle?"
Dilferi looked at the Dwarf King, and her eyes also fell on the sacred white flag. She held the long box in her hand a little tighter.
However, a figure had already flashed through her mind, and she nodded seriously.
The sun shone down from the Balta Plateau, bringing with it the warmth of winter.
When the captain of the inferior Knight, Adams, who belonged to the Fifth Legion of the White Lion Legion, woke up, he felt that he was being carried on someone's back.
His mind replayed the chaotic memories before he fainted. Across the ruins of Ariel, the monsters that rushed towards his column like a tide, General Fonoma's order to defend the street, and his companions were getting fewer and fewer until he was the only one left.
Facing the surrounding monsters, he only had the determination to fight bravely.
Wasn't he supposed to be dead?
Adams struggled to raise his head. He wanted to see who had saved him. Had General Von Norma's strategy worked? Did the White Lion Legion take back the street? Did they win the final victory? Did they save Ariel City? How many casualties did they suffer?
But what he saw was a long snow-white mane.
The Lion Man turned back to look at the human on his shoulder. There was a long and narrow scar on his face, and his green eyes seemed to be embedded in the middle of the scar.
The Lion Man of Toquinin.
Adams was very familiar with one of the opponents of the White Lion Legion. Every winter, there would be several clashes between the humans and the lion-men. This hatred had lasted for hundreds of years and was deeply engraved in the bones of every sergeant of the White Lion Legion. It was the same for the Lion Men of Toquinin.
But why were they here, and why did they save him — their enemy?
"… You saved me?"
"It's nothing," the lion-man replied nonchalantly. He strode forward through the streets that had long since turned into ruins. "You can remember my name. My name is Scherr. I will definitely become the greatest hero in the future."
Adams could not help but look back at the boastful Lion Man, but he saw that the Lion Man's eyes were firmly fixed on the distant sky, and there was a dazzling light reflected in the depths of his eyes.
There, there was a sword —
…
"Don't be complacent too early, Martha." The Roman stood on a hill outside the lighthouse and sneered.
Hundreds of miles away, the mercenary commander's eyelids suddenly twitched. Her movement startled everyone.
"Someone, Miss Jutta is awake!"
There was a panic.
In the same panic, far away in the desert country of Rubik, far to the south of the continent of Vaunte, gravekeepers in gray robes were running towards the center of the temple in groups. Everyone had a solemn look on their faces, and the bells in the city were ringing.
Adeline stood behind Naquel and looked at the main gate of the temple in disbelief.
This was something that had never happened in a thousand years.
The Great Elder, accompanied by twelve gravekeepers, looked solemn. He held a blue short sword in his hand and came to the two of them.
"That … that is the Sacred Sword of Wisdom?" Adeline stammered.
Naquel nodded.
The Ring of the World.
The Great Druid of the Ring of the Sky opened the window and the wind blew in. Even in the harsh winter, the trade winds of the Ring of the World could still bring back the scent of summer. A green leaf flew in through the window and landed on his hand.
The Great Druid raised his sparse eyebrows and couldn't help but let out a bitter smile. "This little guy has given us a difficult problem."
"My Lord?"
"Go, let me see if it is that person."
He looked back.
Outside the window, the scenery of Elanta was as beautiful as a painting.
… …
"… After the Age of Silver, do the Bugas still remember their glory and promise? As the guardians of the Truth Parliament, the guardians of the knowledge of the Great Library, and the descendants of the wise ancestors, do the Bugas, who have the blood of Silver, pursue power or wisdom? What was engraved on the towering white spire? Was it the truth of laws or the judgment of destruction? The mystery of the universe that everyone once explored in almost infinite lives, is it just the ravaging and trampling of the weak, or the persistence of true knowledge? "
"… I believe that the Bugas are wise, because no matter how the pros and cons are weighed, how the gains and losses are chosen, what can make the Silver People more glorious is always knowledge and truth, not strength and power; I believe that the wise have a long-term vision, and can cut through the heavy fog and see the true future of the City of Silver; I believe in civilization, not barbarism, just as I believe that wisdom will eventually defeat greed, I believe that the people of the clouds can make themselves make a decision that they will never regret …"
"Because I believe that we still have a glorious future. And this is what I want to say, all of it — "
Kanaiki —
In the Cloud Temple, the prime minister's daughter in a white robe gently threw away the script in her hand, raised her head, and looked at the thousands of Silver People on the circular staircase venue.
There was complete silence.
Solomon stood next to Delfien with his eyebrows down, his expression calm. He looked up at his colleagues, burning with the flame of wisdom, in his eyes that saw through everything, he appeared very calm, "Let's vote."
Thousands of hands were raised, no one opposed, no one abstained.
Lady Tania the Fairy stood on Phoenix's shoulder, her silver eyes looking at the somewhat calm and somewhat proud human girl with some shock.
Then there was a storm of applause, sweeping through the audience.
The year of the sword, the first day of the month of the winter harp.
The Bugas announced a break with the Sarsadrians, the Wizard War had just begun, and it was nearing its end —
… …
When Amandina woke up, she already felt the warm and familiar embrace.
She raised her head weakly and looked at the familiar face, and Miss Freya's somewhat complicated expression. She hurriedly struggled, but could not break free from Brando's embrace.
Her face was a little red, "My Lord … I, what's wrong with me?"
Brando looked at the silver pattern on his Lady Aide's right hand, and answered word by word:
"You saved everything, Amandina."
… …
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