After the storm, there was a touch of intoxicating blue under the dark sea. The sun passed through the dark clouds, and the sky behind them gradually became clear again. After the storm, there was only a thin drizzle left in the sky, shining with golden light under the sun. The drizzle fell on the mast of the fleet, washing away the scorch marks and bloodstains on the silver sails. The whole fleet floated above the sublime inland sea, full of scars, like a giant beast that had fallen into silence, telling the story of the battle that had just happened.
The group of dragons was retreating like the tide.
Modesty flapped her wings that covered the sun, and the clouds that were sucked into the vortex under her wings were torn apart like a torrent hitting a reef, turning into scattered flame fragments. She confronted the human fleet in mid-air, staring at them with hatred. Her golden pupils showed a look of resentment and unwillingness, but the shocking sword that split the storm in half a moment ago made her terrified.
Supreme Sword Saint — there was actually a Supreme Sword Saint in this small human fleet. That black-clothed human man's cold eyes made her unable to summon up any will to resist.
Damn it, if only that arrogant guy Obsidian was here, he would definitely teach them a lesson. The female black dragon gritted her teeth, but she had to admit defeat. She used her claws to signal her dragon general not to act rashly. "Go, retreat! They are going to Faust. Let's wait and see. We will meet again there! "Modesty squeezed these words out of her teeth.
As soon as she turned around, it was as if a dark cloud had moved away from the sky, and the shadow that shrouded the fleet was gone.
The dragons had left.
"They are retreating!" the crowd screamed. They could hardly believe that they had withstood the storm and defeated the attack of the dragons. It was almost a miracle — no, a miracle. Everyone understood that the biggest crisis had passed. Now, the vast sea would be a smooth journey for them, and there would be no more obstacles.
After the storm, the rainbow hanging in the sky was so clear.
The people of Cruz who had participated in the previous battle could not help but shout and cry. The nobles, however, did not care about their dignity anymore. They walked to the deck one after another. Seeing this scene, their legs felt weak. They leaned on the mast and drew Martha's holy emblem, whispering praises for the blessing of the God. However, they hadn't forgotten who had created this miracle. Although they were extremely unwilling to admit that it was an Erouine who had achieved all of this, from Vargas to Loen Harbor, and from Loen Harbor to the Sublime Inland Sea, it was as if nothing could hinder the young man's confidence.
"They are, after all, that person's descendants."
"He's a descendant of the Highland Knight …"
The crowd whispered such words in low voices.
More and more people gathered at the side of the ship and cheered loudly, celebrating this hard-won victory and hysterically venting their feelings. However, those who had truly participated in the preparation of this war could not think of anything else at this time. They only felt deeply exhausted, both physically and mentally.
It was as if after suddenly relaxing, the fatigue and mental dispiritedness swept over them.
Brando stood on the stern of the Akhenaten. At a glance, he saw the merchant lady in the crowd who had fallen asleep in Jutta's arms. Even in her sleep, the Roman still frowned slightly, as if she was still continuing her previous work. Seeing this scene, Brando could not help but feel his heart soften. In the past forty hours, the entire fleet's countless supplies were uniformly allocated by the merchant lady alone. Nearly two days and two nights of continuous work, she did not have the slightest time to rest.
But all of this was almost perfectly completed with the support of the merchant lady's extraordinary talent. Her terrifying memory and keen sense of the flow of supplies even amazed Brando.
In the past, he rarely intervened in the business affairs of the Roman territory, nor did he see how this lady could command the wind and rain in her own territory. But at this moment, he understood why the business activities of the Abies territory could be so orderly from the beginning, even far surpassing its other industries.
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"Brando, those monsters have attacked us more than the other side. There are sixteen small boats and four large ships on the other side. Their consumption of magic crystals and ammunition should be much lower than expected. If the twenty-seven ships on this side run out of ammunition, you can find a way to balance it from the other side."
"Also," The little Roman carefully reminded him with a pair of dark circles under her eyes, "The ship that was hit was the Deer and three other ships. Two of them fell into the sea. The ships that fell into the sea should be carrying food and drinking water, which is a third of our supplies. I've already placed the remaining transport ships in the middle of the fleet. Brando, you have to be careful and protect them."
After saying those words, she yawned, tilted her head and fell into a deep sleep in his arms. She even snored softly, as if she was not worried that Brendel would take advantage of her, which made Brendel smile bitterly. It was a pity that Brando wanted to give the merchant lady who had been following him wholeheartedly since Bucce a warm hug, but the fleet could not leave his command for even a moment. He could only cruelly leave the latter in Jutta's care.
Thinking of the battle that had just ended, he felt a little lucky.
It was a rare storm on the Sublime Sea. Lightning fell like a curtain from the dark clouds. However, the storm was not only a hindrance to the humans, but also to the attack of the draconic beasts.
That was the reason why he pushed the fleet to deviate from their course and plunged into the dangerous storm. He knew that these dragons from the underground would not be able to adapt to the complex and changeable climate on the sea. Reality proved that his common sense in the game saved everyone once again. Modesty organized many attacks in the storm, but none of them worked. The dragons were not used to the stormy clouds, let alone launching an effective attack. Instead, some of them fell into the sea due to the loss of altitude. On the other hand, although the human fleet was slow, the sailors who were used to standing with the wind and waves could always effectively prevent the fleet from getting lost. Although Modesty was angry about this, it was useless. Although the dragons were powerful, they were not omnipotent.
The most threatening attack was on the eve of the storm, but unfortunately, it did not deviate from Brando's prediction. He knew the character of the black dragon well, so he had already arranged a strategy to meet the attack. Moreover, this time, even God was on the side of the humans. The storm lasted for two days and two nights, and the dragons were already exhausted. When they were forced by Modesty to launch their final attack, the sword of the Ash Sword Saint dispelled all of her delusions.
Although the humans had the upper hand, but for the past two days, everyone recalled that it was a tragic battle.
The fleet lost more than ten percent of the warships, and the casualties were uncountable. Many people died in battle, but more losses came from the storm itself. It was a nightmare, but fortunately, it was finally over. The sailors and officers, after shouting and cheering with all their might, one by one, fell down on the deck, snoring. At this time, there was no chief officer to urge them to stand up and continue fighting. Soon, there was only one voice on the deck.
"How lucky, My Lord." The Shire was a mess. His beautiful magus robe was wrinkled and stuck to his body because it was soaked in water. He walked up to the poop, wiping the beads of water on his forehead with his hand, and complained to Brando, "We encountered a storm on the Shining Sea before. The storm on the open sea was much worse than here. Your grandfather vomited a lot at that time."
Brando stared at the guy who ruined his grandfather's image.
The Shire felt a little guilty under the stare. He spread out his hands and said, "Well, I admit that I vomited a little, but I'm a wizard. You know, our willpower is always stronger than the average person."
"Your face is so pale that it's not very convincing."
"That's because I'm too sleepy, My Lord."
"How come I didn't know that Heroic Spirits need to sleep?"
"I think that lady has a different opinion —" The Shire smiled.
Brando knew that this guy was talking about Saint-ausol the Wind Empress. He secretly cursed him for being cunning. He didn't dare to expose that elf's shortcomings.
Tap. Brando heard the sound of footsteps behind him. He turned around and saw a pair of black high-heeled shoes. The rose inlaid on the tip of the shoes was as eye-catching as blood. It was as dazzling as snow. On the ankle was an ebony skirt. She had a slender waist, layers of lace corsets, and thin shoulder straps that tightly wrapped around her snow-white shoulders. She had a slender neck, a sharp chin, long hair that was dyed black, red eyes that were as bright as agate, slender eyebrows that were raised high, and a forehead that was as smooth as jade.
"Why did you come out?" Brando frowned and asked unhappily. This was troublesome. It wasn't easy for him to get her on the ship without anyone noticing. He didn't want her to be exposed in public.
If the successor of the Dark Dragon was a rat on the street, then if this lady's identity was exposed, he would immediately become the public enemy of the civilization.
"It's too stuffy in the carriage." Dark Ko Hua wrinkled her nose and made a sound that was almost undetectable.
Brando glanced at The Shire, and the latter nodded knowingly. He placed his hand on his chest and bowed to Ko Hua. "I'll go arrange rooms for Miss Eugenie and the others. There are too many people on the deck."
Dark Ko Hua's eyes were filled with disdain. She was about to express her disdain for such hypocrisy when she heard Brando sternly say to her, "Come with me."
The second deck of the Akenton's stern was surrounded by a hollow corridor. After the storm, a lot of rain had poured in, and the corridor was still wet. Brando silently led Dark Ko Hua through the corridor. Halfway through, he stopped and turned to look at her. "You're looking for trouble."
"You're obviously young, but you're as cautious as an old man." Dark Ko Hua pursed her lips. "I smelled the scent of those disgusting reptiles. I just wanted to see if you needed help. Those people outside don't recognize me at all. What are you afraid of? "
"Don't underestimate humans. Don't forget who defeated you. Besides, I have a dragon on my ship. Do you think she won't recognize you?" Brando replied in annoyance.
"No wonder it's so smelly here. But even dragons are divided into several generations. Little reptiles born after the Age of Chaos might not be able to recognize me." The girl snorted. "Besides, do you think I want to see a despicable person like you? If it wasn't for someone telling me to come out, I wouldn't be bothered to wander around this stinking place."
"Someone told you to come out?" Brando had expected this girl to be insincere. Although she said there was no need to worry, she was usually more cautious than anyone else. She wouldn't easily appear in front of anyone. This woman seemed arrogant on the surface, but she was a person who cherished her life and craved power. Unless she had no other choice, she wouldn't easily expose herself to danger.
"I was the one who told her to come out."
A gentle voice suddenly sounded in their minds.
Brando was slightly startled. He immediately recognized the voice. "The Wind Empress?" He didn't expect that the Elf Queen, who hadn't appeared for a long time, would choose to appear at this time. He couldn't help but feel excited. In fact, he had a lot of questions to ask her, but the Great Sage didn't give him the opportunity to do so.
"Brando."
But Saint-ausol's voice was unusually serious today. Accompanied by her words, a shadow gradually formed in the corridor. Brando had seen the appearance of the Sage in the Schafflund silver mine before, but she was not like this at that time. At this moment, the Elf wore a silver crown and armor. The armor showed a faint purple brilliance. Her whole body was like a dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. A thick fur cloak trailed behind her. The edge of the cloak was embroidered with the royal emblem of the Mist Elves. On the inside, there was an emblem of intertwined stars and moons. An amethyst-like sword hung on the waist of the Elf lady. On the hilt of the sword was the legendary treasure of the Mist Elves, the Starry Diamond.
When Brando saw Saint-ausol like this, he couldn't help but be stunned. But he immediately reacted. This was the legendary armor of the Wind Empress in the War of the Holy Saints. It was also the symbol of the Elven Royal Family, Stardust's Lament. Legend said that this armor had long disappeared in the long river of history with the Mist Elves. But when it reappeared one day on the body of the Queen of the Elves, it didn't lose any of its former glory.
"The Wind Empress … You are …" Brando didn't understand why the Wind Empress appeared in such a splendid attire. Was she trying to intimidate the she-wolf? It seemed that the Saint-ausol he knew was not such a superficial person.
"Huh?" Dark Ko Hua looked at the Wind Empress and let out a surprised sigh. "It really is the legacy of those guys in the Tower of Babel. I didn't expect to see it in this era."
"What do you mean?" Brando interrupted her.
"Brando," The Wind Empress took the initiative to continue the conversation. "Do you remember what I said to you last time?"
"Last time …?"
"That time when you accepted Odin's inheritance."
"You said …" Brando suddenly remembered the conversation at that time. "At that time, you said that what you did, and what Odin did, after thousands of years, may not be clearly defined by right or wrong. It's nothing more than different methods that lead to different endings —"
As if a bolt of lightning flashed through his mind, he immediately reacted. "It turns out that the Dark Dragon chose the wrong path, and you —"
"We may not be right," Saint-ausol interrupted Brando. "In fact, after the last battle, we have already expected today's result."
"But why …" Brando looked at the Wind Empress in confusion. "Is what Master Tulman said true?"
"This has to do with a legend, Brando." The Elf Empress looked at Ko Hua silently and replied faintly.
That was the time when the Knight of Azure had not yet pierced through the sky and caused the meteors to fall to the ground, thus beginning the era of mortals …
It was the time before the Chaos.
In that era described in countless hymns, the gods walked on the earth, and the earth was full of the gods' people — the Silver Race. The warriors of the gods — the Golden Race. And before them, there were even more glorious gods and servants. Under the glory of the gods, the earth was full of gold and jade, and the sweet water flowed in the rivers. The gods guided their people to cultivate and reproduce on this fertile land. The fire of civilization was prosperous and strong, and the Silver Race built countless miracles on the earth. The towers pierced the clouds, the cities floated above the clouds, the temples were piled up with jade, and the holy music in the temples was heard all year round.
But in fact, the war history in the Pale Poem told a completely different story.
It was an era of war, bloodshed, and heroic sacrifice. In that era, the gods and their servants also faced a terrible enemy — the Twilight Dragon. Countless battles, countless reconstructions on the ruins, and civilization collapsed several times. And in the last era, the Twilight Dragon even captured the most powerful fortress of the Silver Race — Babel's Tower.
The Darkness of Civilization.
This was the terrible disaster recorded in the Pale Poem of the Cruz people, recorded on the War Slate, and recorded in the Dark Prophecy. Countless civilizations were destroyed, and the legacy of the past was scattered on the earth. After countless years, the once noble Silver Race had to trudge on the earth, cut through the thorns, and find everything that was lost.
Until a hero appeared in this world.
The Knight of Azure.
The legend that changed everything.
After the Azure Spear pierced the sky and caused the Twilight Dragon to fall into a deep sleep, the Miirnas appeared on the earth. A prophet led them across the great plains and built the first civilized empire after the gods left Wohnde in the wilderness of today's Four-Leaf Clover. This was the Miirnas Empire, and this was the beginning of the era of mortals.
And that prophet, he had no name, but the legend about him was passed down from generation to generation. Because since then, every generation of Miirnas had a prophet, and they had a common name — the Dark Dragon.
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