"At present, the main attack direction of the Dusk species comes from the west of Alkash, the south, and the Anzlova and Anzeruta regions. The north is from the east of Fanzin and Elanta, and the south is from the Sea of the Dead Moon. Among them, the offensive force of the Dusk army in the west is mainly made up of Crystal Clusters, with a small number of beetles and traitorous dragons. We can call them the Crystal Cluster Army. As for the Dusk forces in the north, according to our observation, the main force is made up of the Noh race, with a small number of demons. We can call them the allied forces of the Noh race and the demons. "
It was late at night, and everything was quiet, but the unfinished meeting during the day still continued in the tent.
The light of the butter torches lit up the huge tent, and the figures were flickering. The commander of the Holy Light Knight Regiment of Fanzin held a pointed wooden stick and gestured on the huge map spread out. But soon, a middle-aged man with black hair and black eyes, wearing a black military uniform, stood up and replaced him. The shining silver rose emblem on the middle-aged man's chest represented his identity as a Madara soldier. This man was Ogyust, the model of the Black Nobility, and later known as the Pride of the Black Rose, a famous general of Madara.
At least in this era, the shining stars of Madara would overshadow any neighboring country. Any one of the high-ranking officers would be a famous figure in the future, not to mention a large number of future talents like Greta, Incirsta, and Tarkus who were still buried among the low-ranking officers.
Looking at Tarkus and Incirsta standing behind Ogyust, Brando's eyes were filled with envy. This was the feeling of having a galaxy of talents. In comparison, although Erouine was on the right track, after the collapse of the Royal Party, the talents of this generation of nobles showed signs of withering, as if there was a shortage of young people.
Of course, he had no regrets in his heart. The birth of a genius often brought great benefits to a kingdom, but if this genius had bad intentions, the harm it brought was equally heavy. Only those with the same ideals and beliefs could be considered useful to Erouine. Fortunately, the older generation had already retired from history. In this generation of Erouine, there would be many heroes who would grow up in the future: the Valkyrie, Haruz, Amandina, Kiara, Mikaya, Bretton, Mok, Manrique, Loca, Carglise, Bretton, and even Scarlet. There was also Eke's daughter, the last hero of Erouine, Ella.
When this generation of youths in Aouine grew up, the kingdom would usher in a new era. Perhaps in twenty years, or even ten years, a new empire would rise in Vaunte, just like the Marada of this era.
And the only thing it needed now was time.
However, although time was easy to say, it was already an unbearable burden for this world. Brando stood alone in the darkness outside the tent, silently gazing at the starry sky above the wilderness. He did not say a word as he recalled many memories of the past.
It was Bucce, the mountains of Chablis, Castle Abies, the Loop of Trade Winds, the Deadly Frost Forest, and the cold rain of Silverman. Perhaps even earlier than that, it was a world from before the Age of Time.
He used to remember many people. His comrades, colleagues, friends, subordinates, and even his family and lovers. But at the end of everything, how many people would still remember him? He could not help but reach out to the starry sky. This night was so similar to the summer night in the Year of Blooming Flowers. He wanted to grasp the starry sky in his hand and let everything return to the beginning.
But even if history were to repeat itself, would he be able to do it better?
Brando asked himself and found that he did not regret it too much.
"Little Roman." He muttered the name softly and touched his cheeks. They were a little moist.
Time, that was perhaps the last thing he wanted everyone to fight for.
Someone opened the tent and walked out, standing side by side with him.
"What are you thinking, Your Excellency the Flame King?" The voice asked.
Brando turned around and found that it was a stranger. Black hair, black eyes, and a pale face. These were the typical characteristics of the Dark Nobles of Madara. But the other party was very young. Brando hesitated for a moment before he recognized her. "Greta."
"You know me?" Greta was a little surprised.
Brando smiled. He could not recognize anyone, but he definitely would not recognize this famous general of Madara. Perhaps in his era, using the title of War God to describe Greta was a bit of a misnomer. After all, even in the first thirty years of the Second Epoch, this young man who was born in the dark noble family of Thelma was only in his sixties.
Most of the Dark Nobles were actually humans. They were the people of Madara. Although the outside world often scorned them as the descendants of exiles, the people of Madara were proud of this identity.
They were once loyal to the Dark Dragon and had never regretted it.
There was no doubt that in the thousand years after the Year of the Return of the Light, Greta would be the ruler of this era. And before that, no one in history could surpass her achievements. Even the genius of the Wind Elves, the Lord of Lorindale, Isdowell, and his grandfather, the Sword Saint of Earth, Darius, were the same.
Because this was Greta. Although Brando could no longer see it, he had no doubt that even if time was pushed back a few more centuries, the name of the War God would continue to suppress many generations after that. The greatest misfortune of a genius was to live in a similar era with a more talented person.
After the Erouine people and Madara people eliminated the hostile relationship, Brando felt a little happy to be able to surprise the future War God. He smiled and replied, "You are from Madara. You should have heard of the Dark Prophecy."
Greta seemed to have thought of something. She widened her eyes in surprise and asked, "Is the legend true? Are you really the Dark Dragon?"
Brando asked seriously, "Am I not the Dark Dragon now? Don't forget my relationship with your emperor. I also once held the Mercury Staff."
Greta laughed dryly and began to regret sneaking out alone. She originally thought that the young Flame King was an interesting person, but now it seemed that he was indeed interesting, just a little too interesting.
"… Your Majesty, please don't make fun of a small person like me."
"Do you think this is a joke?" Brando asked seriously.
Greta suddenly became silent. Although the people of Madara had their own emperor, they had sworn allegiance to Odin and had never changed this oath. If Brando was really the one who kept the oath, then the Flame King was also the one he swore allegiance to. The degree of respect he had for the Flame King was even higher than the emperor himself.
There was a look of hesitation on his face. The rumor that Count Tónigel was the Dark Dragon had actually spread a few years ago. The fact that the witches were loyal to him was a clear proof. Because of this, even the future War God had to carefully consider the possibility.
Of course, if it was a few decades later, he would not be fooled by Brando's little joke.
Brando looked at the hesitation and struggle on the face of the future War God, and his bad taste was greatly satisfied. He knew very well that whether it was in terms of intelligence or military talent, it was impossible for him to win against this famous general. Perhaps this would be the only time in his life that he had the upper hand when facing Greta.
But just this one time was enough to make him feel proud. After all, Greta's future title was invincible, and the only person in the whole of Wohnde who could defeat him was probably the Queen.
And now, there was at least one more person, and that was the hero of Tónigel, himself, Brando.
Brando finally could not help but laugh. He patted Greta's shoulder, and the knot in his heart disappeared. As if he had thought through something, he turned around and walked into the tent. Only Greta was left standing outside the tent with a black face. If he still did not understand that the Flame King was making fun of him, then he would not be worthy of this name.
The discussion in the tent had reached an intense level.
The people of Fanzin had promised to block the attack of the allied army of Noh and Demons in the great glacier together with the Wild Elves. In fact, as early as the Year of the Sword, they had already built a strong defensive line in the outer area of the great glacier. At this moment, this defensive line was under the charge of the Elven Queen's sister, Her Highness Alkaf. Although the attacks of the Noh and Demons were fierce, the defenders were equally tenacious and guaranteed that the claws of the Twilight Dragon would not continue south for a short period of time.
But the Dwarf King Califen scoffed at this. He came to Mankethor this time to escort the Holy Sword Mithor, but more importantly, to bring a warning to everyone. In the War of the Holy Saints, the reason why he abandoned the covenant and left, and even caused the Lionmen to bear a thousand years of humiliation, was because the Dwarves received a temporary warning from the Temple of the Earth during that war. The Mountain God Himilud, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly sent down an oracle, ordering them to immediately leave the mortal battlefield and go outside the Elemental Border to participate in another war — the war to protect the Dwarves' Holy Land, the Silver Plains.
This secret was not known to the world back then, but in this era, everyone was well aware of the result of this war.
The one who really brought the news of the failure of the war was Brando.
After returning from the Stagnation Realm, he asked Andrea and others to spread the news of the Battle of Finhotos. Although the Lost Names, the Silver Elves, and Madara's army joined forces to repel the forces of the Twilight Dragon in that battle, it was actually just a failed end to the war outside the Elemental Border in the past thousand years.
In this long war, the Earth Legion was wiped out and could only exist in the physical world in the form of Heroic Spirits, and they ultimately failed to protect the Stagnation Realm and the Elemental Border. Although Brando brought back the last of the Goddess of War's guards, the Twilight Dragon also revealed the true secret of the Stagnation Realm.
Fortunately, all this was just a scam set up by Odin and Martha for the Lord of Chaos.
At least the Throne of Destiny did not fall into the hands of the Twilight Dragon.
Shortly after the Battle of Finhotos, the Dwarf King Califen also returned to the physical world. After experiencing the entire battle, his understanding of the war was completely different from Brando. Brando only saw the Throne of Destiny, but Califen obviously saw more.
"I have to remind you." The Dwarf King slammed his warhammer on the table and said to everyone in a gruff voice, "Unlike what many people think, the Tide of Magic is just a precursor to the awakening of the Twilight Dragon, but as for the war itself, it started a thousand years ago. Now the war around the Elemental Border is over, and the army of the Twilight Dragon that once defeated the Earth Legion and us, I have to regretfully tell you that they are far more prepared for this war than you think. "
Duke Ludwig stood up. Today he was here as the representative of the Cruz army. "Your Majesty Califen, you mean that in the previous battle, what we saw was just a small part of the power of the Twilight Dragon? And its true strength is still outside the Elemental Border, and we may soon see it? "
"If only it were that simple," Califen sneered. "How long has it been since the Battle of Finhotos in the south of the Sea of the Dead Moon? Does it take half a year to go from the Elemental Border to the physical world? You have to understand that the Dwarves also returned to Wohnde from that battlefield. There is no reason for the Twilight Dragon to be slower than my Dwarf Army. "
"Doesn't that mean that the main force of the Twilight Dragon had already returned to Wohnde before the Battle of Alkhash? Then why didn't they cooperate with the internal strife of the Sathardians to completely destroy us? You have to know that the whole world of Order was at its weakest at that time, right?" Someone raised an objection.
"That's because the Cruz army did not have that many Twilight Dragons in front of them. Relying on the unstable teleportation points in Cruz, the main force of the Twilight Dragon could not reach Wohnde. But that doesn't mean that the Twilight Dragon has no other way. Other than Cruz, Madara and Fanzin, why don't you tell us, when was the first time you fought with the Twilight Dragon? "The Dwarf King asked.
Ogyust and the Grand Commander of the Holy Light Knight Regiment changed their expressions at the same time.
In fact, the Crystal Army in Cruz's territory only appeared after the fall of the Black Moon, but even so, they had already defeated the Cruz people and formed an immeasurable force in a short period of time.
However, the Crystal Army that appeared in the south of Madara did not just appear in the last one or two years.
"Your Majesty, are you saying that the Crystal Army in the south of the Sea of the Dead Moon may be far more than what Madara saw?" Ogyust stood up and asked nervously.
The Dwarf King continued to shake his head, "The Twilight Dragon army in the south of the Sea of the Dead Moon was actually prepared for the battle of Finhotos, although the Twilight Dragon began to prepare for it decades ago. However, the real threat doesn't come from there. I'm more worried about the Twilight Dragon army in the great glacier. Grand Commander, why don't you tell us when you started to fight with the Twilight Dragon? "
The Grand Commander of the Holy Light Knight Regiment was pale and did not say a word.
"Grand Commander?" Duke Ludwig couldn't help but ask.
The atmosphere in the tent was a little cold for a while. Obviously, everyone felt that something was wrong from the expression of the Grand Commander of the Holy Light Knight Regiment.
If the Twilight Dragon had really built a stable invasion point in the great glacier, then what was it planning for the past six months after its army returned from the battlefield of Finhotos?
The Grand Commander of the Supreme Judgement Knights, who was sitting to the side, was also sweating profusely.
He suddenly remembered that it had been a long time since any news of the Great Glacier had been sent back. However, they had never considered the possibility that the Farnezain and the Wild Elves' allied forces might have met with misfortune. After all, that was the combined might of two great empires, and they even had the support of the druids behind them. Even if they had failed, there should have been some news.
But what if the Dwarf King Califen was telling the truth?
The Twilight Dragon's intention of hiding its intentions was obviously not without reason.
"If I remember correctly," Arcath answered the Twelve Wizards, and the Buga people had the most say in the surveillance of the borders of civilization, "The Crystal Army in the great glacier should have appeared more than six hundred years ago. We were the first to discover the strange phenomenon there. The Nengans and the Demons had excavated a huge seal under the great glacier. We tried to attack it a few times, but it ended in failure. However, the Buga people are not the ones who have the most say in this issue."
He turned to look at Fusia as he spoke.
The Hepta Dragon Queen was nominally sealed in the great glacier, but in reality, she was the guardian of the seal. For hundreds of years, she had been monitoring the movements of the Demons and the Nengans in that direction.
And Yuki's black-robed wizards were actually her subordinates.
But in the face of Arcath's question, the Evil Dragon King shook his head.
"About two hundred years ago, the war outside the Elemental Border was urgent. I entrusted the affairs of the mortal world to Yuki and then went to the Silver Plains. As for the real situation in the great glacier, I'm afraid that only he and his black-robed wizards know what is going on."
Fusia answered calmly, "But you don't have to worry too much. I met with William a year ago. He asked me to intervene in the war on the continent, and he should have already gone to the great glacier. "
But before she could finish her sentence, an old voice shattered everyone's hopes.
"No, Fusia … You and I might be wrong …"
An old man walked in from outside with a tottering gait.
If not for the silver ring of knowledge on his hand, which represented the leader of the Wizards and Kanaichi City, no one would have recognized him. This old man with a pale face and a silver robe that was almost stained with blood was the once famous Recorder of Ten Thousand Spells — William Pister.
He stood quietly at the door, looking at everyone.
The tent was so quiet that it was a little frightening.
"… Yuki is dead. The black-robed wizards no longer exist in this world."
"And I suspect that Her Highness Alkav might also be dead …"
"The northern defense line is finished —"
… …
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