Ling looked at the people in the distance.
Several girls were chattering as they picked up firewood in the woods by the road. They were wearing thick cotton-padded clothes and their faces were red from the cold, but laughter could be heard from afar from time to time.
The greatest and most real damage that war could do to a country in a short period of time was the decrease in the number of young adults. Erouine had experienced too many wars in just three years. Men went to the front line in batches, and only the figures of old people and women working in the fields could be seen.
But even in the most difficult times, people would not give up optimistic hope. In this winter, more than 130 babies were born in Abies. For every family, these children symbolized the future.
In the distance, the snow had wiped away the traces of war, burying all the pain and ugliness under the white and flawless snow. The seeds of weeds were quietly waiting under the snow-covered soil, waiting for the next spring to turn this place into a land full of vitality.
The tenacity of life sometimes lay in its insignificance.
In the distance was the tall and straight figure of Valhalla. Its green branches and leaves were like jade even in winter. It was rooted in the ground, slowly absorbing the magic power underground. There was a thin layer of clouds on the horizon, setting off the sunset glow that was as red as fire.
"Sister."
Ling turned around.
Lotus was wearing a black fur coat with golden buttons. The furry collar set off her white face, and her silver hair hung softly behind her head, tucked under the hood. Scarlet, who brought her over, squatted down and looked at the little girl gently. She adjusted her collar with her hand and said to the two: "I'll go first. There are still many things to do in Mintai City. I'll come back to see you tomorrow."
Lotus nodded obediently.
"Ling, take care of your sister."
Ling also nodded silently.
"Sister Scarlet, we know you're busy," Lotus replied in a childish voice: "We'll take care of ourselves. Thank you."
Scarlet smiled, her red hair reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun. She held the spear, cupped Torian's face with her hand, and looked at Ling with some concern. Then, she reluctantly straightened up and walked into the forest, looking back three times with each step. Before leaving, she turned back and waved to the sisters, motioning them to go back quickly.
Lotus looked at the back of the mountain girl disappearing into the woods, and the expression on her little face became lonely again: "Sister, are we still going to find Mother?"
Ling nodded.
"Why did Mother leave us?" Lotus asked: "Is it because we did something wrong?"
Ling grabbed his sister's cold hand and shook his head.
Lotus lowered her head.
In the distance, a few girls picking up firewood had entered the city.
Dusk was getting darker, and lights appeared in the city of Valhalla. In the residential area, the voices of mothers were calling their naughty children to go home. Smoke was rising from the roofs, and occasionally, there would be one or two scolding voices coming from the houses. The orange light cast the silhouette of a warm family on the road. People were hurrying home, and in the crowd, an older sister was holding her younger sister's hand, forming the whole of this broken family.
In the distance, a woman silently watched this scene, one hand holding the wall, her fingers unconsciously grasping the brick.
"Why don't you go see them?"
"You don't understand," Tiamas-Bai said faintly to the little girl on her shoulder.
"Why wouldn't I understand?" Lute replied: "Aren't you just afraid?"
"I am afraid, so what?"
"But you are their mother. Do you know how long they spent looking for you in Madara? How much they suffered for this? They are just two little girls, Miss Tiamas-They are your daughters." Lute did not know where his anger came from, but he felt that he could not remain indifferent.
"I have to leave in the end."
"How great, you have to leave in the end. I know what you are going to do, isn't it that she-wolf?" Lute said: "But if you have to leave, why did you come here? You still want to see your daughters, don't you? But you saw them, but they didn't see you. "
The Fairy Prince turned around and looked at the woman: "You are not afraid even in the face of death, but in the end, you are afraid to face your own daughters?"
Tiamas-Bai's silver eyes flashed with a slight emotion.
She also turned around and looked at the little girl: "You haven't been with Brando for long, and you have learned how to talk like that guy?"
"If it wasn't for the fact that we have fought side by side, I wouldn't care about you." Lute snorted and turned his head away with great dissatisfaction.
The wind was getting colder.
It began to snow.
The snow seemed to be burying the world. The snowflakes the size of goose feathers dyed the world white.
Ling turned the key to open the door and was about to stand on tiptoe to light the hanging lamp by the door. But she suddenly stopped and looked at the bright light inside the door in astonishment. In the young silver eyes, there was a flash of astonishment, a trace of doubt and a trace of fear. She suddenly took a step back, turned around and was about to run down the stairs, but she bumped into her sister.
How could Tiamas-Bai not understand the meaning of that look?
How deep was that love, and how deep was that hatred.
She felt like a knife was being twisted in her heart. She had already stepped forward to her two daughters and hugged them into her arms. Lotus was completely stunned, and Ling struggled for a moment. This strong little girl, who didn't even say a word in the face of hunger and cold, burst into tears at this time. Her cries were so miserable that even the left and right family members opened the door to visit.
When these people saw Tiamas-Bai, they suddenly understood something. Because of Scarlet's advice, they already knew the origin of the sisters. The older people's eyes fell on the two sisters gently, happy for them. Some of the women even wiped away their tears.
The undead couldn't cry.
But Tiamas-Bai felt a slight warmth in her heart.
She could only mutter in a low voice.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry … …"
… …
In the early morning, the ice crystals on the branches had not yet melted. The soft snow fell silently to the ground, and in the dim canopy, there were occasional sounds of birds fluttering away from the canopy.
A few people stood in the cold wind.
Tiamas-Bai looked at her two daughters reluctantly. Three days seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye. Before she could react, it was already time to leave. She wanted to stay a little longer, but there were some things that were destined not to be decided by her.
Ling and Lotus stood quietly beside the Fireclaw Lizardman Lord Ropar, like two delicate dolls. Lotus didn't stop crying for a moment, while Ling looked much stronger. She pursed her lips tightly, held her sister's hand tightly, and looked at her mother with stubborn eyes without saying a word.
Tiamas-Bai suppressed the reluctance in her heart, withdrew her gaze, and said to Scarlet in front of her: "Thank you for these days. Help me tell Brando that I owe him a favor. I will give him a surprise."
"Do you really have to leave?" Scarlet stood in the snow, and asked with some reluctance.
"Scarlet, you are a good girl." Tiamas-Bai looked at the soft-hearted girl: "I am very glad that my daughters met you and Brando. Can I entrust them to you?"
Scarlet shook her head: "But they need their mother, Lady Tiamas-Bai."
Tiamas-Bai forced a smile, and her expression was very bitter: "Today, what I regret most is my paranoia and narrow-mindedness. If I could go back in time, I would cherish everything that I once had. Unfortunately, it is too late. I have chosen this path, and now it will not allow me to turn back. Now, I only hope that the path I have chosen can redeem my sins. "
Scarlet lowered her eyelids, and her eyelashes trembled slightly. She felt very uncomfortable in her heart.
She took a deep breath and understood that she could not change anything, so she nodded and said: "I will, Lady Tiamas-Bai. I will take care of Ling and Lotus as my own sisters."
"Thank you, Scarlet," Tiamas-Bai exhaled, and the water vapor formed a white mist, making it impossible to see her expression: "These three days in Abies were the best three days of my life. I will always remember these days, and remember my daughters. They will be different from me, and their future will be different from mine."
She took a step back.
She took one last look at her daughters.
"Try your best to come back alive," Lute suddenly said: "Échis and Dusk are not that scary. There is nothing that cannot be solved. At least we have to have hope in our hearts, Lady Tiamas-Bai."
But Tiamas-Bai did not answer. She resolutely turned around, leaving everyone with a green cloak. Scarlet saw her hesitate for a moment at the edge of the forest, but in the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the darkness.
Lotus finally could not help but bury her head in her sister's chest, sobbing softly.
Ling silently looked at this scene.
Scarlet walked in front of the two sisters, and with infinite pity in her heart, she reached out her hand and touched her sister's cold cheek. She could always find her own shadow in this somewhat cold girl.
Transmitting the warmth from her palm, the mountain girl said softly, "From now on, we are family."
Ling raised her head and looked at her.
Her silver eyes flashed with tears.
"Can I?" Scarlet asked gently.
Ling bit her lip and nodded.
… …
Countless iron men converged into several torrents, passing through the forest under the curtain of night.
The light of teleportation portals flashed from time to time on several hills, and more and more silver-robed mages appeared. In the sky, groups of gargoyles were flying towards the west, and at different altitudes, they formed several groups of square formations. After the iron men, there was an army of demons, and then there was a small number of six-armed snake demon warlords, and the wind spirits whistling through the air at low altitude.
Finally, the earth trembled, and the figures of colossi appeared in the forest. These colossi swayed in the valley, and were almost as tall as the lowest hill.
Delfien silently watched this army from a nearby hill.
Bansia was in front, but the Bansians had already been defeated by the Nine Phoenix army. After the two armies met, only the Saasaldians were left.
"I didn't expect you to come," she turned around and said to Huang Huo and Fang Qi. She looked at the two of them curiously: "Have the Ghost Chariot and the Jade Phoenix family reconciled?"
"There is still some friction, but everyone has agreed to join forces against Dusk," Huang Huo replied softly. "This is the only time in hundreds of years that the nine families of the Nine Phoenix have stood together. We have to thank Mister Fang Qi for this."
Delfien looked at Fang Qi.
"I convinced the elders to return to the Nine Phoenix." After a moment of silence, Fang Qi said, "Although there was some resistance, I believe in what I saw."
The prime minister's daughter knew that it was not as simple as some resistance. It was destined that one could only grow in such a short period of time after experiencing some things. She sighed softly.
In this era, if one could not change the era, they were destined to be changed by the era. She was the same.
The three of them were silent.
Everyone was thinking about the same question. What would people lose in this war, and what would they gain?
A noise came from the bushes behind them. The noise alarmed the three of them. They turned around and saw the Silver Dragon Lady walking out of the forest.
Mithril's face was pale, and she did not seem to be in a good condition.
"What's wrong?" Delfien knew that it was about the dragons.
"Lord Bahamut is dead," Mythril replied, "After this war, the dragons may leave this continent. I'm here to bid you farewell —"
Delfien opened her mouth slightly.
This girl, who only had ambition in her heart, felt a strange feeling in her heart.
…
The moonlight shone on the forest.
Metisha, who was standing by the pool, suddenly felt something. When she saw the face in the water, her body suddenly froze.
She turned around, almost trembling, and looked at the person who appeared behind her.
Under the grey cloak, there was a face that was similar to her own. It was holy and cold, and the silver eyes looked at her silently. The expression on the face was always so indifferent, as if there was a trace of innate arrogance. Once upon a time, the owner of this face used to be the person she looked forward to the most, the most sacred shadow in her heart, her eldest sister, the First Princess of the Empire.
It was a question that had haunted her for thousands of years.
Why —?
"Sis … Sister?" The Elven Princess' voice was trembling.
"Metisha."
"Is it really you …?"
"It's me. Before I leave, I just want to see you. Brando should have told you, right?" Tiamas' expression was a little lonely. "I originally found the Immortal Item, but I didn't expect that you don't need it anymore …"
Metisha bit her lip.
But her eyes flashed with disappointment, and she gently shook her head. "That's not what I want, sister. You know it."
But Tiamas did not answer.
After a moment of silence, Metisha softly asked again, "That night in the Abies Territory, was it you?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Erouine is too weak. I don't want to see you die with those humans."
"Are you suddenly concerned about me?" Metisha's voice suddenly became agitated. "But at that time, why didn't you do anything? Answer me, sister. You don't know, right? "
"No, I received your letter."
Metisha's weak body trembled. "… What they said is true?"
Tiamas nodded.
"But why?" Metisha finally could not help but burst into tears. She almost lost her composure and shouted hoarsely. "I love you so much, sister. Don't you know?"
Tiamas subconsciously took a step back.
She had never seen her sister like this. She was so outstanding, so talented. In that era, her radiance overshadowed all of them. But at this moment, Haku only felt that her heart was ruthlessly stabbed.
Only then did she realize how wrong she was.
"I'm sorry, Metisha …"
The Elven Princess covered her face, kneeled down, and cried bitterly.
The question that had been in her heart for a thousand years finally had an answer.
Although she had doubts in her heart, she unilaterally did not want to believe that it was her most respected sister who killed her. If all of this was just a dream, then it must be the most terrible nightmare.
"I have to go, Metisha." Tiamas looked at her sister and said, "Seeing that you have escaped the fate of being cursed, I am very happy."
"I hate you." Metisha raised her head and looked at the woman with tears in her eyes. "Do you know how much I hate you, sister?"
"I'm sorry, Metisha."
"I don't want you to be sorry!" The Elven Princess almost shouted. "Do you think that by finding the Immortal Item, you can make up for the mistakes you have made in the past thousand years, sister?"
Tiamas looked at her sister silently. She wanted to say something, but she could not say a word.
"Please stay, sister. If you want to make it up to me —"
Looking at her sister's tear-stained face, for a moment, Tiamas' heart almost swayed. A thousand years, a thousand years left a deep mark in her heart.
She gently walked to Metisha's side and hugged her sister. She whispered in her ear. "Metisha, I'm sorry. Jealousy clouded my heart and now it is too late for regrets. But at least I haven't lost you forever —"
"… If everything could go back to the past, how I wish I could still have that world's most outstanding sister."
"Sister …" Metisha sobbed. "You still have her …"
Tiamas gently wiped away her tears with the tip of her finger.
But in the end, she shook her head. "But I realized it too late. Metisha, there is no turning back …"
"But why?" Metisha asked in a broken voice. "Can't you just stay? No one will hurt you. I will beg the Lord to protect you."
"There is no reason." Tiamas stroked her silver hair. "I don't need anyone's protection, Metisha. Although he is a good man …"
"But I chose to leave." She replied gently. "It is because I love you."
When I realized it,
I still love everyone in this world.
I chose to leave,
Because the end of the road,
Is the hope of everything.
It was a poem, lasting in the darkness.
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