The two stood in the corridor and did not speak for a long time.
Brando suddenly spoke: "Lady Wind Empress, I have one last question."
"Is it about the secret of the final battlefield?" The Wind Empress seemed to have expected this question.
"Yes, I want to know what the Silver Empress saw in that temple and why there was a Somir Crystal there. According to what you said, since Odin asked you to keep it a secret for him, why would he leave a message there? I think there must be a reasonable answer behind all this. "
The Wind Empress was silent for a moment.
"I think this may be an accident, but maybe not. That human girl may have seen the node there and saw something outside our world through the node."
"Node?"
"This is the biggest secret of the final battle. Why did the final battle move around the entire Alkash region? It's all because of us. It's all because of us, because Odin's seal of the entire world, and the node of the seal is located in the center of the final battlefield, which is in that temple. … I suspect that someone deliberately let that human girl see what is behind the seal. This person may be the Darkness Dragon, or may not be. "
"If it's not the Darkness Dragon …" Brando's voice lowered a little.
Regarding the answer to this question, both of them tacitly did not continue, because other than the Darkness Dragon, there was only one force that had the motive to do so, and that was the Twilight Dragon. The hidden message behind this was too terrifying, to the point that Brendel could not help but tremble in fear.
"The Bugas may have also guessed this." The Wind Empress paused for a moment before replying: "They may have originally hoped that the Holy Cathedral of Fire would stand on their side, but Valla's performance undoubtedly disappointed them, so they came to you. This is also the reason why you must stop Her Majesty the Empress. "
"I understand." Brando nodded. In fact, even if it was not for this reason, just for Scarlet, it was enough for him to stand on the opposite side of Her Majesty the Empress.
There was another long period of silence. It was as if the past of the War of the Holy Saints was always shrouded in a layer of fog and seemed mysterious and unfathomable until the truth was known. But when all the truth was revealed, it made people speechless. It was as if both of them understood that there was no need to continue the discussion on this issue.
After a long time, Saint-ausol said faintly: "Brando, actually, I'm here to bid you farewell."
Hearing this unexpected sentence, Brando was not surprised. He just took a deep breath and asked: "Are you going back to Saint-ausol, Lady Wind Empress?"
The Wind Empress nodded: "The time has come. We have guarded the secret for Odin for a thousand years, and the seal he and Kelsie left behind is getting weaker and weaker. Now that the Demonic Wave is coming, the connection between the Sea of Chaos and Wohnde has reached its closest point in a thousand years. The power of Twilight is recovering, and the demons' restlessness proves this point. Therefore, I must return to Saint-ausol. In fact, I have already guessed the reason why the Bugas came to you. I also don't agree with the choice of the Human Empress. Her choice is just repeating the old path that the Darkness Dragon has walked once, and it is impossible to succeed. Go ahead and do it, Brando, the Wind Elves will support you. "
Brando was silent. He knew the temperament of the Wind Empress, and it was meaningless to persuade her to stay.
"Are you ready, Lady Wind Empress? The Saint-ausol of today is no longer the same as before."
"Of course I know, but there are some things that I have to do, little guy, because there is only one Saint-ausol in this world."
Yes, there is only one Saint-ausol in this world. The Mist Elves may no longer exist, but the national emblem of the Elven Empire is still the Wind Empress Sacred Emblem. This is the meaning of motherland and homeland, not to mention that it is the country that she founded. No matter what she said, Brando knew in his heart that the Sage Empress would never truly let go of her people. A thousand years have passed, and this feeling has become deeper and deeper.
"I am not unprepared. Including the Hunter siblings, more than half of the Knight by my side back then have gathered, and I also know the whereabouts of some others. The 24 Rings symbolize the national emblem of Saint-ausol, and soon people will understand that this is actually just a symbolic meaning."
Only then did Brando remember the Hunter siblings that he saved in the Deadly Frost Forest. The girl who was as agile as a cheetah had left a deep impression on him, and the two of them had stayed in Valhalla after that incident.
He was silent for a while, but he was still very reluctant to part with them. Ever since he first met the Elven Empress under the Schafflund Silver Mine, it seemed that a long time had passed unknowingly. He did not know when it started, but he had gradually gotten used to having this kind of person who was both a teacher and a friend, like a big sister next door. She was once a Sage, but also his teacher. Although he had long been honed into a true man, he still felt melancholy in his heart.
The Wind Empress looked at him, and a series of words like a nightingale's voice blurted out, "Thas Vin Miasdur —"
This was an Elven proverb, and the general idea was that one day, even a cub would have to leave the nest. Brando understood what she meant, and just as he was about to say something, the Wind Empress continued, "Brando, do you still remember the first time we met?"
Brando froze for a moment. He naturally remembered that it was under the Schafflund Silver Mine, and everything that happened back then was still fresh in his mind. He was much more impulsive than he was now, causing a lot of trouble in the Abies, but he also got to know many people because of it. Jutta, Cornelius, and Raban were now his capable subordinates. Although Kodan was already retired in Menta, he still acted as a link between him and the old nobles. There was also Odum, the bad-tempered old dwarf who was now in charge of the construction of Valhalla Fortress. There were also the youths under The Shire, Lerian, Morken, and many others who had left their status as apprentices and became true wizards. There were also some who joined his fleet and became young captains.
Now that he thought about it, that was the beginning of his career. It was also the beginning of him becoming the lord of Erouine. After that, he had experienced many things, and under the guidance of the sage, he was now much more mature and learned more about the secrets of this world. He was no longer the brat of the past, but a true lord.
The past experiences and troubles had now become a heavy memory.
In the end, there was only one image left in his mind. It was the mountains of Yusong. The starry night hung low, and the mountains were silent. The rolling hills were undulating, and a lone building stood in the midst of the pine trees. In the dark night, the cold moonlight flowed like water into the corridor. It was a fake oil painting, a knight's sword shining with cold light, a young man covered in blood, and a shining ring.
That was the beginning of everything.
… …
Inside and outside the Lion Palace, a heavy rain dominated the night in the center of the empire.
Under the deep dome, Valla wore a red holy robe and held a golden scepter that represented the Golden Holy Flame. The increasingly old Great Priest today bent his body and looked at the woman in front of him with turbid eyes. The Silver Queen wore a black dress with a beautiful white rose pinned on her chest, as if she was wearing a funeral dress. She sneered as she looked at the Sacred Hall. There was a hint of condescension in her smile, as if the indisputable majesty and holiness of the Sacred Hall were nothing but dust in her eyes.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, passing through the wooden grids of the large arched window that hung down to the ground. It was like a print depicting disaster and the end of the world, illuminating the faces of everyone in the Great Sage Hall with snow-white light. The light of the candles was only a weak ball in the white rainy night. It was not until the lightning zigzagged away from the sky that the hall was once again enveloped in warm light. But Valla's heart was cold.
Shadows were gathering outside the arched window like silent ghosts. Flecks of red light flickered in the darkness, coming closer and closer, gradually converging into a torrent. Valla raised her head shakily and saw all this. The wild beasts covered in manes, baring their fangs and sharp teeth, were leaping from rooftops far and near, raising their heads and letting out a long howl or two. In the distance, echoing screams were heard from farther blocks. Even though it was raining cats and dogs all over the city were screaming crazily in the night.
Everything was like the scene before the end of the world.
Valla's heart was cold. Those were the sinners, the werewolves of Senia, the last people with the blood of the Miirnas. And today, they were back.
One by one, the figures overlapped in front of him. The once tall and glorious statues of the sages that he yearned for, after the terrible upheaval, the sacred light that shrouded them gradually dissipated. One by one, the lights went out, and the road ahead was finally plunged into a dark fog. It was a scene he had witnessed in the past few decades. He had seen with his own eyes the Sacred Hall that was full of vigor and vitality slowly fade away. The people's unwavering faith gradually wavered, and they fell into a desperate state of self-doubt. The road ahead was long gone, and everything was over.
He suddenly remembered the moment when he received the Holy Crown and the Scepter.
At that time, the golden sun shrouded the entire Leo Palace, and the spire of the palace shone with the most dazzling light. But that was just before sunset.
… …
When the Senia Bolton woke up from his nightmare, purple lightning zigzagged across the sky. Outside the window, it was raining cats and dogs. He was lying on a thin wooden bed, his face snow-white from the illumination of the lightning. "Sifrid?" He subconsciously called out, but there was no response. He stared blankly for a moment before remembering that his daughter had already moved to Valhalla, where she was learning how to grasp the power of the Forest Goddess from the druid elders.
All that was left in the Land of Darkness was the rustling of the rain. Occasionally, white lightning flashed, but Bolton felt a little uneasy. There was no moon in the rainy night, but he seemed to be able to hear a strong call in his heart. It was the wild instinct in the Senia bloodline. Usually, this most primitive desire for destruction would only be aroused under the brilliance of the magic moon, but today was a little abnormal.
He slowly sat up on the bed and listened to the movements outside. After Graudin's death, the entire Green Village was moved to this place under the young lord's arrangements. It was located in the middle of the mountains and forests. He could usually hear the sound of the wind rising and falling under the night sky, but on this rainy night, he could only hear one or two howls that pierced through the curtain of rain. He did not know if it was the wolves of the forest or some other beast.
Bolton was speechless. Amidst the faint uneasiness, he suddenly recalled the strange dream he had. It was said that when a person woke up from a dream, the memory of the dream would be particularly deep. For him, this was exactly the case. The most terrifying scenes in the dream replayed repeatedly in his mind. The scenes in the dream were strange and absurd, but he vaguely felt that they were somewhat real.
He saw a sea of fire descending, the earth cracking, stars piercing through the clouds and falling from the sky. The mountains and rivers were flattened, and the sea was steaming. The whole world was falling apart and turning into ashes. A terrifying dragon stretched across the starry sky, watching Wohnde's destruction with a cold gaze. In that hellish scene, he seemed to hear the wails of countless people. His people, his daughter, they were all buried in the sea of fire. Then, all the scenes collapsed. He remembered a tall figure standing in front of him, ordering him to pledge his loyalty with an unquestionable tone.
Thousands of voices echoed in his mind, turning into a loud rumble.
"The Dark Dragon has been resurrected —"
"The times have changed."
"Obey her orders."
"Obey her orders."
* Bang! * Bolton's eyes were red. He suddenly slammed his fist on the bed. He roared in a low voice, suppressing the urge to turn into a wolf. When he woke up the next moment, his head was already covered in cold sweat, and a deep fear rose from his heart. This primitive and fatal impulse was the biggest weakness of the Senia people, but usually, only when the power of the Demon Moon was at its peak would he feel this wild power in his blood become restless. What was going on?
He took two deep breaths, but before he could calm the uneasiness in his heart, the door was pushed open with a loud bang.
A young man who was drenched stood outside the door, looking at him in panic. He said: "Uncle Bolton, it's not good. Something big has happened." The young man's face was pale, and he looked like he was out of his wits. "A … a … Miirna came to the village. She said her name is … Su … Sophie. She's … a witch."
… …
A bright flash of lightning pierced through the window and into the depths of Scarlet's orange-red eyes. She looked up and was surprised to see the woman who suddenly appeared in front of her. It was the statue of the Saintess of the Lion Palace, wearing a holy robe and covered in blood. On the balcony on the third floor of the castle, Sidney Metfarika stood in the rain. At this moment, there were three deep wounds on her face. The blood had long dried up, and the wound was washed white by the rain. One of her eyes was squinted because of the severe injury, but this did not change the woman's cold and almost stiff expression. Her remaining one-eyed angel, Eroma, was still burning fiercely and coldly staring at Scarlet.
Although there were many wounds and blood stained her robe, Scarlet had an illusion that the blood on the woman in front of her was far less than that of her enemy.
But at this moment in the capital of the Empire, how could such a battle happen? She had heard of the woman's reputation and knew that the enemy who could hurt her like this must not be simple. If such an enemy appeared in the central area controlled by the Cruz people, then the Empire would not have many days to live. So, it could only be an internal conflict of the Empire. Scarlet vaguely guessed something in an instant. After these days of nurturing, she had begun to have a political mind. She was no longer the confused and restless little girl.
Besides, these days, the Silver Queen had strictly limited the number of times she and the maids went out. This action implied a signal.
The situation in the Empire had been tense day by day.
The Queen had already made her move. It seemed that her target was the Holy Sanctum. But Scarlet still did not understand why the statue of the Saintess of the Lion Palace appeared here, in front of her.
While Scarlet was puzzled, Sidney was also thinking. It was not the first time she had seen this charming mountain girl. She had recently been conferred the title of Countess and the title of Mountain Princess. But Sidney understood that this was not the true purpose of the stubborn Queen. She wanted the mountain people to marry a real princess of the Empire, so that they could be tied to the Queen's chariot. It was a pity that the little girl was still at a loss.
"…" Scarlet opened her mouth slightly as if she wanted to ask something, but in the end, she could not make a sound.
"I'm here to find you." Sidney interrupted her with a slightly cold voice. "Her Majesty intends to marry you to Prince Hamuir to consolidate her relationship with the mountain people and ensure that you can stay in the Empire."
Scarlet was slightly startled at first, then she reacted and clenched her fists. The mountain girl bit her lower lip. Although she did not speak, her expression was enough to show her thoughts.
"It seems that you don't agree. You want me to help you?"
"You … can … take me away?"
"No, I can't protect myself, but I want to see your Lord. I need you to introduce me. I can help you pass a message."
Scarlet stared at her closely.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Only the torrential rain and the sound of the rain washing the stone wall could be heard.
After a long time, the mountain girl hesitated. It was only for a moment, but Sidney had already seen her mouth. There were only six words:
"Save me, Lord."
…
(Why do students always say that I'm a monthly update? In the future, I'll be a young gentleman who never stops updating. Continue to recommend Hei Thirteenth's new work "Ling Tianzhi". If you can help recommend and collect it, please help.)
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