The purple sea was disappearing from the valley.
The herald stared blankly in that direction. After a while, he turned around and said in disbelief, "They … they are retreating from the first line of defense, Sir Legion Commander."
Veronica watched the scene calmly.
In the valley, Vahina lifted her helmet and flung her long golden hair. Her entire body was drenched in sweat. She threw her helmet far away and raised the Knight's Sword in her hand. She shouted hysterically into the distance.
"We won!" Tears welled up in his eyes.
Beside her, the Knights were already cheering.
Everyone was cheering.
A gentle breeze blew across Alkash Valley like a gentle hand. Broken flags, corpses, and blood were scattered all over the place between the rocks.
This was a bitter victory.
In the air, on countless airships, the people of Hazel and Cruz watched this scene together. This was the first time in three months that the Crystal Cluster had retreated.
Its significance was self-evident.
This was the beginning of the Year of the Swift and Swift. In the past six months, the drastic changes that people had experienced were far more violent than any other time in history. The civil strife of the Cruz Empire, the fall of the Black Moon, the advent of the Mana Tide, the Twilight Revival, the White Mountain Calamity, the Erouine Rebellion, the beginning and end of the Wizard War.
In the end, however, Wohnde emerged from a series of complicated events. With the end of the Wizard War as the backdrop, and the Bugas publicly bowing their heads, Saint-ausol and Madara finally moved towards an alliance. In the pitch-black darkness, people finally saw a glimmer of light.
That was perhaps the darkest moment of the past before dawn.
The joint fleet of the Hazel and Kirrlutz crossed more than half of the White Plains, writing a perfect full stop at the end of the battle. In the Year of the Sword, Bahamut fell outside the city of Kanebell. The Lion Men, who had rejoined the Sacred Covenant, abandoned their former enmity and helped their former enemy, the Erouine Empire, quell the rebellion in the battle of Corvado.
After the fall of the Sassard Alliance, the Nine Phoenixes and the Bugas began to clean up the remnants of the Twilight Dragon in the Great Plains of the East — the bloodthirsty Wasteland Centaurs. Once the war on the Eastern Front was over, it was foreseeable that the re-establishment of the Sacred Covenant would be imminent.
Silver Bay sent out a second coalition army. The undead army had just arrived in the area of Asolin under the command of their emperor, and the two Elven armies had already walked ahead of them and entered the valley of the Solan Forest — the Wilderness of the Four Realms was just ahead.
But before these new forces arrived, the Battle of Alkash had already ended. On the 7th of February, the Silver Bay coalition army led by White Wolf Blademaster Blademaster Blanc and Princess Magadal arrived. Two weeks later, the human coalition army recaptured the first line of defense of Babel Fortress.
After this battle, the Twilight Dragon finally began to restrain his power. Perhaps after the Sassard conspiracy was thwarted, the Lord of Chaos was tired of repeatedly wasting his power in one place.
But retracting his fist was only for the next attack to be more powerful.
In many areas, especially in Silver Bay, people celebrated this miraculous victory. But for more human and elven leaders, it was becoming clearer and clearer that this was not the end.
It was apparent that the victory of this battle wasn't the end of everything. On the contrary, it might just be the beginning of this long war. What followed next would no longer be schemes and tricks, but true bloodshed and slaughter.
The time seemed to be getting closer and closer.
A new round of the Wilderness of the Four Realms was already in preparation. This time, the Kirrlutz chose Manketor as the venue for the meeting. This place was called the Holy White in the language of the Miirnas in the past. It was once the place where a sacred oath in the War of the Holy Saints was concluded. It was located at the old site of the Holy White Conference in the middle of the wilderness of the Four Territories.
The hidden meaning of choosing such a place was, in fact, known to all.
The states of Silver Bay, the people of Hazel, the people of Fanzin, the people of Buga, the people of Nine Phoenixes, and even the wild elves of Eleranta and the druids of the Ring of Sky had already responded to the call of this covenant, not to mention other countries and forces of different sizes. The Four Holy Cathedrals once again came together, and the scene of a thousand years ago reappeared at this moment.
And far away in the mountains north of Erouine, an army of dwarves was also crossing the snow-capped mountains. Their destination had long been determined.
In the King's Valley of Balta.
The snowstorm for a week had stopped on this plateau. This would be the last heavy snow of this winter. After the heavy snow, under the cover of snow, the mountains and forests were already preparing for the coming season of vitality.
Everything was waiting for the snow and ice to melt, and the spring of the Year of the Swift would announce its return.
That would be the hope of the revival of all things.
But at this moment in the snow-capped valley, it was a different scene. The Knights of the White Lion Legion were lined up in rows, looking up. Behind the rows of flags, there were restless multi-headed lizards. At the feet of these giant beasts, the archers of the Tree Elves were comforting their huge 'companions'.
Commander Finnie was pacing around the neat centaurs, looking at the sky with a bored expression. The silver fleets from Trentheim were entering the valley one by one, shining brightly. Then, the figures of the Valkyries appeared in the sky, and when the pegasus burning with grey-white flames flew over the valley, cheers and shouts of joy could be heard.
Following closely behind them were the Wyvern Knight and the few Griffin Knights. The knights held the flag of Erouine high, the silver war flag fluttering in the wind, causing the atmosphere in the valley to reach a climax.
The cheers shook the snow and ice on the treetops in the distance, falling into the stream below. The floating ice floated on the water, spinning and disappearing into the distance. At the end of the stream was the warm south of the kingdom. In those places, spring was already in full swing.
But suddenly, a few figures appeared in the temple in the middle of the valley.
One of them was small, but the figure seemed to gather the hearts and strength of the entire kingdom.
The valley suddenly quieted down.
Only the sound of breathing could be heard.
Everyone raised their heads, waiting for their commander — their king.
In the whistling cold wind, Haruze breathed out white air, blinking slowly, looking at the entire valley. He gathered his cloak, which was very inconsistent with his height. The long cloak dragged on the marble floor, golden red in color, and the white cotton was like a cloud.
He seemed to be a little too weak, almost not like a king, but more like a princess, a somewhat thin and beautiful little girl. But he was firm enough, reminding people of the equally brave Princess Fosha.
The cloak was like a silent agreement, to bear the burden of the future heir of the kingdom.
For the past hundred years, the kings of Corvado had chosen to take the throne in Winterclaw Castle. There, they would receive the scepter and crown symbolizing the king from the bishop of the Holy Cathedral of Fire, and become the true ruler of the land.
But today, there was something special.
The crowd slowly separated.
Haruze turned around, and his silver eyes reflected his sister. Accompanied by Sir Oberwei, she slowly walked up the stairs, step by step, and came in front of him. He looked at the crown in his sister's hand. The somewhat dull silver crown was inlaid with a sparkling gem.
It was Gorlin's Gem.
It was once born in the hands of a hero, and witnessed the birth of another hero. When people found it from the ruins of the lighthouse, the brilliance of the gem was not damaged at all, as if nothing in the past could leave any trace on it.
Just like the loyalty and unyielding of this ancient kingdom, it also represented the indomitable courage of the people of Erouine.
Haruze looked up, his silver eyes were a little watery, and he silently looked at his sister.
"Are you ready?" At this important moment, Gryphine was a little distracted. She held the crown and asked softly.
Haruze nodded seriously.
A ceremonial officer came up and handed the ruby scepter and golden apple to him.
Haruze held the two symbols that symbolized royalty and power, and looked up slightly nervously. Princess Gryphine looked at him and said seriously, "From today onwards, you will inherit the will of the kings of Erouine and become the new master of this land … But it is not only rule, but more responsibility. The oath that the late King Erik made under his sword was to protect this land."
"Haruze," she asked again, "Are you ready to lead this kingdom forward?"
Haruze was silent.
He felt a little regretful that on this important occasion, the most important person to him was not here. Compared to taking on this responsibility, he wanted to be recognized by his teacher more. In his mind, only that person was the eternal hero.
Without him, where would he and his sister be?
But when he thought of his teacher's expectation of him, Haruze's heart became firm again, and he nodded solemnly, "I am ready, sister."
"Make the oath."
"From this moment on, I will be the king of Erouine, but also the courage of Erouine. I swear that I will stand in front of everyone and protect this ancient kingdom until the end of my life."
Princess Gryphine nodded, and she looked at Wolf Knight.
Oberwei took a step forward, looked at Haruze, and said, "Your life is still long, my king, but the oath will last forever. Remember, if one day you forget today's oath, not only will the Lionheart Sword leave you, but every Erouine will call you a traitor. "
"I will never betray you, Oberwei."
"I hope to see this day."
Oberwei raised the Lionheart Sword in his hand. There were shallow cracks on the bright blade, but it was no longer a symbol of a sword. It was the power given to the king by the nobles and the people. He put the sword on Haruze's shoulder and gently gave it to the young king.
Then he put down the sword and helped His Majesty put it back into the scabbard.
At that moment, a young lady in the crowd quietly watched this scene. She felt a little pity in her heart, but she was also filled with relief.
Wolf Knight took a step back and let Princess Gryphine come to her brother. Princess Gryphine held the crown in her hand and carefully placed it on Haruze's head. The little prince lowered his head slightly to bear the weight of the crown.
Gryphine said with a little sternness, "Remember this moment, Haruze, this will be the last time you bow your head. From today onwards, you are the king of this kingdom. You are the symbol of courage of all Erouine. Don't let this ancient kingdom lose its backbone."
"I remember, sister."
The crown was gently placed on his head.
Haruze also raised his head at the same time.
The whole valley was silent.
This was a scene that many people had been looking forward to. How much blood and tears had been paid for the rebirth of this kingdom.
Three days ago, the last noble of Erouine, the Earl of Grey Mountain, voluntarily handed over his power. He also allowed his daughter, Edney, to join the House of Nobles and become a noble member of parliament.
A month ago, the disheartened Grand Duke Anthony announced that he would live in seclusion with his great-granddaughter and return his fief to the royal family.
Then Grand Duke Karsuk was also willing to accept the royal family's invitation and go to the high official's residence in Corvado. With the support of the Cadiloso family, the Highland Knight had completely turned to the royal family and accepted the incorporation of the White Lion Legion, becoming a military force that truly belonged to Erouine.
In the harsh winter of the Year of the Sword, all the nobles who participated in the rebellion got what they deserved. All the nobles who participated in the collusion with All For One or had an affair with the Saasalds were still hanging on the gallows outside Ampere Seale.
The provinces of Viero and Grinoires were directly taken back by the royal family and were no longer enfeoffed.
In the north, the rebels had long disappeared.
Count Yanbao's last resistance also surrendered under the attack of the royal fleet. The fate that awaited these people would not be much better than the nobles who participated in the rebellion in the south. Perhaps being stripped of their noble status was already the most merciful treatment.
Behind this great recovery was the biggest change in the history of this ancient kingdom. For the first time, the entire kingdom was completely integrated and not actually controlled by the fiefdoms of various sizes.
This was the birth of a central monarchy, but it also witnessed the contract between the royal family and the nobles, and the nobles and the people. In the future, this might be a country that belonged to all Erouine people.
Just as Brando described in the letter.
A week ago, the hero of Erouine, the lord of Tónigel, the Knight of Her Royal Highness, the legendary Count Tónigel sent such a letter from the distant Saint-ausol.
In that letter, he entrusted everything about Tónigel, including Valhalla, to his only student in Erouine in written language for the first time.
The Count's actions shocked everyone, but other than disbelief and shock, there was also deep admiration in people's hearts.
Some people could turn the tide in a difficult situation and save everything.
These people were called heroes.
However, some people were able to calmly walk out of the halo of glory. While the people of the world were still indulging in illusory pride, his eyes had already seen through history, and through the layers of fog, he saw the fixed future.
Perhaps they should be called fools.
But no matter what, the people of Erouine would remember such a name.
Just like how they remembered their grandfather.
At this point, history would not repeat itself.
An old kingdom burned to ashes in the fire.
But another new Erouine had appeared, just like the shining crown.
"For Erouine!"
"For His Majesty the King!"
"May the Black Pines be evergreen."
"May the Erouine live forever."
"May the faith shine as before."
"May the sword be as sharp as before." “
The young king slowly turned around with the scepter in his hand. He dragged his long cloak and came to the edge of the balcony. His silver eyes, which still showed his childishness, looked at all his subjects.
It was a boiling sea.
Then, he raised the scepter in his hand and pointed to the northern border of the kingdom.
Since the Second Holy War, half a century had passed. At this moment, the army of Erouine stepped out of the country again. Their opponents were no longer their compatriots, but for the future of the world of order.
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(PS: After today's chapter ends, tomorrow will be the last chapter of the Amber book. Thinking about it makes me feel a little emotional …)
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