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- Magdal looked at the city of Candelbel from a distance. This important trading town connecting Silver Bay to the Four Realms seemed a little lonely in the morning mist.
This is not what it used to be.
Those who depend on the daily operation of this huge city - farmers, craftsmen living around the city, and traders traveling on various trade routes should often be busy at dawn before nightfall, so that The city wakes up from its slumber, and before the first ray of sunlight arrives, it gives this ancient city vivid colors.
But today, the city is like a sleeping beast, crawling silently on the fertile fields outside the Oluo Forest.
The morning breeze blew through Magdal's hair, and the thick and unusual smell in the air made the church princess standing here feel more uneasy. In the huge marching tent behind her, the arguing sounds represented that the large and small lords from the coalition forces in the Silver Bay area had not yet reached an agreement¡ª¡ª
After the White Mountain Disaster, the wind elves announced a blockade of the country's borders and prohibited any outsiders from passing through their territory. The road for the coalition forces to go north was cut off as a result, so everyone was discussing whether it was necessary to reroute through the Four Realms - an area controlled by the Empire's Red Army.
People have all kinds of concerns.
But the most important factor is the consideration of marching safety.
Since Black Moon fell and died, there has been no news from the direction of the Four Realms Wilderness. Humans and wind elves withdrew from the confrontation. After that, the last news came out that the Red Legion was trying to get closer to the emperor's eldest son's forces in the north, but then the entire legion disappeared mysteriously, as if disappearing from everyone's sight overnight.
Before the White Mountain Disaster occurred, in order to determine the location of the Red Army, Veronica commissioned the wind elves to send scouts to the west of the Four Realms Wilderness. However, after the elves arrived east of Anzeru Tower, they only saw a large number of Highlanders migrating north.
The Highlanders' homeland was completely reduced to a sea of ????fire due to the death of the Black Moon. The great migration in the Anzeruta area triggered a collective response from the entire Highlander group. They originally lived on both sides of the Buta River (this river was located in the area where Brando once lived). Passing to the east of Vargas, in the territory of Andzlova, which is the oldest sacred land of the Anzeruta Highlanders, the clans moved north to the Red Mountain area, while the local clans of the Red Mountain continued northward into the Four Realms In the wild south, a chain reaction caused the great migration of the entire highland people group.
None of these migrating clans claimed to have seen the disappearing legion of the Cruz people on the road.
"After the White Mountain Disaster, the elves secluded themselves in isolation, and news from the north and the south was cut off. Some people speculate that the Red Legion may have been destroyed by the Dusk Dragon, or the most optimistic view is that these Cruz people were besieged in the southeastern area of ????the Evergreen Corridor - in fact, along with the Highlander clan that lost Anzeruta After the natural barrier, the area between the Four Realms Wilderness and the Evergreen Corridor has now become a possible 'enemy-occupied area'.
In other words, no one dares to guarantee that the coalition forces can pass through this area safely.
Differences always existed, but under the repeated insistence of the ferocious 'wolf' who had returned from the Antoinbro family, the coalition forces approached the vicinity of Candebell; here, Duke Branden finally had to give up his toughness. For the first time, a heated debate broke out among the nobles.
?Canderbell.
The most important trading city in the west of the Four Realms.
After crossing this important hub town, you only need to walk for three or two days to reach the safe southern border of the Alkhash Mountains.
But at the same time, this route is also the most dangerous choice. Since the death of Black Moon, the scouts of the wind elves have not been to this area when they went deepest into the western part of the Wilderness of the Four Realms.
The Fall of the Black Moon opened a hideous wound between the Sublime Inner Sea and Andzlova, and the end of this wound was at the westernmost edge of Candebell. The map has lost its due role here, and the disaster has destroyed this place. Become unrecognizable.
Or more like a black hole that chooses people to eat.
With the appearance of the first ray of sunshine, the morning breeze began to become warmer.
But the scouts sent out have not returned yet.
Magdal understands that people's hearts have become increasingly unstable.
Without any warning, a big rough hand was placed on her shoulder. The princess of Antuobuluo was slightly startled and turned around. Her blue eyes looked at her grandfather with a hint of worry and surprise - when she spoke, her voice was so soft that it seemed to break the loneliness of the morning: "Grandpa, why are you here? Aren't you in the tent to convince everyone ¡?¡±
"You have also seen that rhetoric only works at certain times. Everyone understands the danger ahead."
The old Duke came toHe replied as he stood side by side with his granddaughter, looking at the horizon in the distance.
Magdalene shook his head.
This is the war with the dusk, which is a legend written in the epic, but unfortunately they happened to meet it. But everyone understands that even if they retreat to Silver Bay, they will not be able to survive.
"Mr. Brando will not lie to us." Magdale said crisply: "People may die, but we still have a chance to win."
That person, he has never let down the people who trust him¡ª¡ª
She saw it with her own eyes.
"I also believe in him. After all, he is a descendant of that person. I once saw the same shadow in him. I firmly believe that they are both people who can change everything." The old Duke recalled the situation when he met Brando , but what he saw was a silver ocean.
"Above countless floating spears and flags, and the vast wilderness, the knights shouted the name Tsunami from the mountains.
But they all turn into one note:
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"Victory¡ª¡ª!"
The tall figure remained motionless.
Until it becomes a monument engraved in everyone's heart.
Behind it is an ancient surname.
"Then why don't you explain clearly?" Magdal asked.
Blanc shook his head.
"We are already brave enough, what more can you ask for? But bravery is one thing. Fear of death is not cowardice. The key is that people should know the value of death. A worthless death is dishonorable."
"But Ms. Veronica is still waiting for us. The Babel Fortress is in danger. We promised Mr. Brando."
"So I stand here with you, don't I?" The old man winked at his granddaughter playfully: "I hope the scout can bring back good news in Candebell City If Lady Martha can still hear us If she prays, it proves that she has not given up on her children"
The wind blew from the fields outside Candebell.
The two suddenly stopped talking and turned around in unison.
The morning fog has retreated deep into the mountains and forests. In the distance, the forest sea undulates like waves, and the sound of wind is mixed with the rustling of leaves. But Magdal suddenly realized that under such natural sounds, the fierce arguments in the distant marching tent had disappeared.
Have the lords reached an agreement?
How is it possible? They can't solve the problem without arguing for an hour.
Blanc is a battle-hardened general. He immediately drew his sword with his backhand and protected Magdal behind him.
Before he finished his action, he saw Duke Malvis from the Sword Plover Forest bumping out of the tent. "Behindbehind!" the latter screamed with a white face, and stumbled when he walked out of the tent. He almost fell into the brazier, if the guard on the side hadn't caught him quickly.
Blanck took the guy from the guard, helped him up and tried to wake him up. At the same time, he asked: "Damn, what happened?" He looked into the marching tent.
The tent was in chaos.
"Yellowdusk" Duke Malvis said incoherently and tried to push Blanc away.
"Look at you, you useless little brat of the Malvis family, wake up!" The old Duke angrily threw him to the ground, then picked up the latter's collar and shouted at him: "What happened? What happened, tell me clearly!"
Duke Malvis seemed to wake up just now, his eyes regained some focus, and he opened his dry and cracked lips. He was about to say something, but at this moment, an exclamation attracted Blanc's attention. .
He turned around and saw several knights rushing out of the forest in that direction.
"Sir, our scout is back!"
The knights shouted, and before they finished speaking, a man covered in blood was helped over. Before the man lost consciousness, he shouted loudly: "Your Majesty the Duke, we have found them!"
"Who are they?" Blanc threw Malvis away and frowned in that direction.
"The Cruzes, the Red Legion."
"What?" The old Duke was taken aback and asked hurriedly: "Where are they?"
The scout kept shaking his head: "They asked us to run quickly, Your Majesty the Dukeit will be too late"
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
Blanc showed a dissatisfied look on his face, and the military resources of the Silver Bay countries were at a loss.??Maybe they are far inferior to the elites of several major empires, but as the sharp swords of the army, how can the scouts not be able to speak clearly? They cannot even maintain their basic composure. He was about to scold him, but before he could say anything, Duke Marvels, who was sitting on the ground beside him, suddenly stood up and grabbed his arm.
"Listen to him and get out of this hellish place!" Duke Malvis shouted with a pale face.
Blanc was about to scold, but stopped. As if he realized something, he brushed away Duke Malvis's hand, walked quickly to the edge of the forest alone, and looked northwest of Candebel.
¡ª¡ªThat was the other direction opposite to Candebel City. The vast forest formed a sea of ??green, and a few inconspicuous little black spots seemed to suddenly appear on the skyline. The White Wolf Sword Saint Blanc is so keen. This scene did not appear once during the Sixty Years War. He understood that it was not dust on the horizon - but a large-scale swarm flying in the air.
Except for the migration of migratory birds, there is only one other situation where such a scene occurs.
That¡¯s war¡ª¡ª
The old man turned around. He knew in his heart that he might have encountered the worst situation, but he still maintained a minimum of composure on his face, and asked his men: "Where are the Cruz people?"
¡°Perhaps every minute and every second now determines life and death, but as the former commander-in-chief of the coalition forces, this is not enough to make him nervous.
Some people have experienced the most brutal wars, and those who survived are just to fulfill the promise of living for the dead.
What¡¯s more, they are still carrying the lost glory.
There is no situation that can make these veterans bow their heads.
The war they experienced was once called the Long War.
That is the battlefield where we dance with death¡ª¡ª
"We all guessed wrong Sir," the scout almost cried: "The Cruz people have been fighting against those monsters in Candebell. They intend to bypass the Babel Fortress and attack the hinterland of St. Osol. The Cruz people sent a call for help. The messengerbut"
But, none of them arrived.
Blanc took a deep breath, as if he had to fill his lungs with cold air again to calm himself down.
Duke Malvis stumbled forward and grabbed his arm again, "Let's go, Uncle Blanc!" In desperation, he almost shouted out the name he used to call this stern elder when he was a child, when his father was still alive. In the world, and he is not yet the head of the Marvels family: "Behind, there are alsothose monsters behind, they are countless. If we don't leave, it will be too late!"
¡°It¡¯s too late,¡± Blanc shook off this useless guy. He understood that the others might have fled with others. He pointed sternly at the tip of Duke Malvis's nose and said: "Go and find the others. Our only chance is to retreat into Candebell City."
"No, I can't do it." Duke Malvis shook his head in fear.
Blanc snorted coldly, turned the blade of the sword upside down and swiped the hilt at the guy's stomach, making the latter bend down like a shrimp with a look of pain on his face. But the old Duke quickly grabbed the guy's collar again, pulled Duke Malvis to him and said loudly: "For your father's sake, I saved your life. You listen carefully, if If you don¡¯t want to die, just do as I say!¡±
But Duke Malvis still looked hesitant, and Blanc could not help but shook his head in disappointment. "You are far from your father, little fellow of the Malvis family," he said bluntly: "No matter how fast you run, can you escape the eyes of heaven?"
Duke Malvis opened his mouth wide. He seemed to finally remember who was the most authoritative expert here - no one could compare with a deputy marshal of the coalition sixty years ago. He subconsciously asked: "Uncle Blanc, but how can I get the others back?"
"I know what you are thinking," Blanc replied: "But if we don't get together, even if we retreat into Candebell City, we will die."
Watching Duke Malvis stumble away, Magdal, who had already regained his composure, couldn't help but said: "Grandfather, can Candebell City really be defended?"
The old man shook his head.
Magdal was a little surprised at his disregard for safety.
She suddenly realized that this answer did not make any waves in her heart. Perhaps it was because she had already expected this answer? She suddenly thought that this might be her burial place, but she had no fear.
Maybe she was destined to be different from those mediocre people. After a moment of silence, she asked again: "Can the Cruz people sustain it for so long?", can we"
¡°Neither can the Cruze people.¡± Blanc sighed, and he walked to the outermost edge of the forest, where the plains of Candebell were clearly visible in the distance. The old Duke raised his hand and pointed at a black shadow appearing on the horizon: "Did you see it?"
That thin black line appeared above the entire northwest horizon.
And it soon became an ocean.
It is a purple sea.
It moves forward and engulfs everything it passes. The forests and lakes are just a solitary boat on the stormy waves, fleeting.
Magdal¡¯s blue eyes showed a look of shock.
"Do you think the Cruzes can stop them?" Branden asked his granddaughter.
Magdalen shook his head silently.
The old man was silent, and then he said: "They come from the Alkash region."
"What!?"
"It is indeed impossible to hide the rift in the Holy Oath due to the White Mountain Disaster from the Twilight Dragon. It's a pity that the Red Legion failed to pass on the news in the end, and then, it will be our turn"
He sighed: "No one can stop them from entering the hinterland of the Elf King's Court. The Cruz people are finished. Seeing that Saint Osor is about to bleed to death, is there still hope for this world?"
"There are also garrison troops from Cruz and elves in Babel Fortress. They will not just watch this happen."
"The offensive will not happen," Blanc said: "The Dragon of Dusk has been preparing for so long. This is the clarion call for a general attack. The Babel Fortress is also in danger."
"We are still here. We have been holding them in Candebell for as long as it takes," Magdale seemed to have made up her mind. She said firmly: "We will pass the news on behalf of the Cruz people, so that the elves can take precautions early." !¡±
The old man was silent and did not answer directly.
But Magdal already saw the answer on his grandfather¡¯s face.
"is it hard¡¡?"
"The strength of the Red Legion is ten times greater than ours, Mary."
Magdal clenched his fists.
This nun princess thought about many lines in her mind, but she still couldn't believe that her last hope was here and was easily lost at this moment.
There must be a way, right?
She couldn't help but ask: "Then what should we do? Is this it? Grandfather, don't you always say that even in the worst times, there is always a glimmer of hope?"
The old man shook his head.
"And Brando."
Neither can he.
Even his grandfather couldn't do it.
Blanc thought in his mind that perhaps unless the elves and Madara could immediately put aside their past grievances and allow the undead army to enter immediately - but even if that could save much, it was still unknown.
What¡¯s more, it¡¯s not that simple behind this.
Neither can he?
Magdalene silently closed her mouth.
Maybe nothing can be changed anymore, but at this time, the nun princess calmed down in her heart.
For some reason, at this moment, she actually recalled the conversation she had with Griffin in Vlada Pest.
In the small room, the cheers of the cadets on the playing field could be heard from time to time. In the white porcelain cups on the tray, the fragrance of tea lingered, and the two girls were chatting in low voices, about their ideals and longings. What was a simple pursuit at that time has now been realized before their best friends.
Who can say that it is the innocence of a girl?
Chasing your own destiny¡ª¡ª
Recalling the acquaintance with Feng Shan and the others, it was more like a bizarre dream. And that man, her knight.
"My dear friend, have you got your dream?"
She prayed silently in her heart.
Blanck suddenly frowned and let out a light sigh.
This made Magdale come back from his thoughts and looked at his grandfather with some confusion: "What's wrong?"
But the old man did not answer directly, only shook his head slightly.
He seems to have seen the same scene before.
That was Alkash in the howling cold wind.
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