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Volume 2 The Dusty Kingdom Scene 505 Mortal Heroes

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    Martha gently hugged Antitina, who was crying, and gently stroked her back with her hands to comfort her child.

    Antitina finally noticed something, looked at Martha with tearful eyes and said: "Are you Lord Martha?"

    Martha nodded slightly.

    "You're back?" The girl raised her head, her face still rosy, with eager hope in her tone: "Will you help us fight against the Dragon of Dusk?"

    Martha smiled and shook her head. She gently wiped away Antitina's tears: "My children, you don't need anyone's help. The perseverance and confidence of mortals are your most powerful weapons -  ¡ªAnd I have given you authority, and the rest is up to you to open up a magnificent future with your own hands."

    Antitina looked at her puzzled, but saw Martha tap her right hand gently.  Starting from her fingertips, the goddess slowly turned into countless flying petals of light. In the dazzling light like the birth of a supernova, Antitina saw a simple throne.

    And on top of the throne, a holy sword slept quietly.

    The gentle voice echoed throughout the sky of Warnd.

    "children¡ª¡ª"

    "Don't give up hope!"

    At that moment, the whole world almost stopped breathing.

    Everyone looked at the dazzling sword in the sky.

    In the elf palace in the deciduous forest of the Baishan Mountains, the bell rang and the elf guards opened the door to the venue.  The wind elf envoys stood up first. One of them stretched out his hand to his opponent and said, "Thank you very much. My name is Melia, the chief mage of the Elf Court."

    The pale-faced blood noble smiled slightly and touched the elf's hand gracefully: "Although your names and ours may be buried in the long river of history at this moment, history will remember this day forever, I believe  It¡¯s significant enough to rewrite our future.¡±

    Melia smiled: "Anyway, welcome back."

    "Go back to where?"

    Melia smiled and did not answer, but the dark noble from Madara stopped asking questions, as if the two of them had a tacit understanding.

    The envoys from both sides also nodded to each other, walked slowly out of the hall, then stopped, raised their heads and stared at the dazzling holy sword in the sky. Everyone remained silent for a long time.

    In the south of Eruin.

    There was a gust of wind in Anlaser Forest, the forest rustled, and countless dead leaves flew over people's heads.  In the distance, the sparkling waves of the Bonnichell River pass quietly through the land in the southern part of Lantoniland.

    With the action of inertia, the gravity trebuchet made a creaking sound, and threw the last stone bullet in a high parabola into the distant city wall of Bonicheer. After the flash of magic, there was a burst of sound in the city.  The roar of collapsing buildings.

    The cultists had given up resistance, and a fat dragon was breathing fire on the broken city wall, driving the collapsed people away.

    The battlefield stopped.

    Everyone is looking at the sky¡ª¡ª

    Haruze held Mikayya¡¯s little hand and stared at the majestic mountain peak and the dazzling holy sword in the blue sky. His heart was filled with excitement for a long time.

    Miss Antitina¡¯s father is also a hero. His perseverance left the last glimmer of hope for everyone, so he is worthy of the title of knight.  There are always many such heroes in human history. Haruze couldn't help but think of his teacher. In the dazzling glory of the holy sword, he could always see a tall figure with a firm belief and a spirit that would never fade.  Isn¡¯t ideal just what the teacher says and does?

    Eruin¡¯s birth is so glorious, and can he afford the teacher¡¯s support?

    The little prince bit his lip and remained silent.

    Next to them was the expressionless Grand Duke Lantonilan. This Duke, who had just experienced the pain of losing his son, had gray hair on his temples, as if he had aged ten years.  He held his only granddaughter in his arms, the only bloodline left to him by his son and daughter-in-law, and stared at the sky for a long time without saying a word.

    The cultists massacred the residents of Bonichel.

    This also filled their own graves with the last handful of soil.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Bernicher took no prisoners.

    This is the order issued by the Duke.

    From this day on, Llantonilan will also begin to implement a purge against all disbelievers.

    Haruze understood that innocent people would definitely lose their lives under this order, but he did not speak. Civilization sometimes requires iron and blood, and Eruin's decay has reached the point where he can be seen deep in his bones.  As a king, he must learnWill take responsibility. People who wear crowns are not qualified to cherish feathers. If a country must move forward, someone must bear the stigma for it.

    Haruze has awakened in his heart, but if someone must pay the price for all these mistakes.

    That will not be the Eruin people, but the Dragon of Dusk.

    He clenched his fists.

    Behind him, Medusa Lesmeka was also shocked by the strange scene in the sky. The sword was deeply reflected in her reptilian-like ridged pupils, and her eyes flashed with hesitation and determination:  "really exists, everything is true"

    Her friend, the sexy dark elf, grabbed her best friend's arm and looked at her worriedly: "Lesmeka?"

    Kaya¡¯s movement alarmed Haruze in front.

    The little prince turned around and was startled when he saw Lesmeka's strange behavior.  He thought Lesmeka was worried about his own affairs, so he quickly said: "Sister Lesmeka, you don't have to worry. No one expected this attack, and no one can blame anyone for it."  , besides, am I okay now?"

    But he didn¡¯t expect that as soon as he finished speaking, Lesmeka grabbed him with a backhand, so strong that he almost screamed in pain.  His body's subconscious reaction was to use black magic to resist, but Haruze stopped this impulse because he saw the look in Ms. Medusa's eyes - crystal clear, with no intention of harming him.

    "Miss Lesmeka, you?" he whispered while gasping for air.

    Mikaya also turned around, tilting her head and watching this scene with interest.  She asked the little prince with her eyes if he wanted to help, but Haruze shook his head at her.

    Lesmeka lowered her head, with a rare serious look on her face.  Looking at her best friend's expression, the dark elf Kaya seemed to realize something and quickly asked: "Lesmeka, have you thought about it?"

    Medusa turned back, nodded and said: "Kaya, we have lost our home. Do you want to experience that wandering feeling again? We came to this world on the ground just to find hope, and now we have  At the end of the day, we have to make up our minds.¡±

    Kaya opened her mouth, but stopped talking.

    "Kaya, do you believe me?" Lesmeka saw her expression and asked.

    "I don't believe you, who else can I believe, Lesmeka? Without you, I wouldn't be where I am now. I have always regarded you as my sister," Kaya couldn't help but said, "I gave it to you at the beginning,  I just trust you to make the right judgment, I¡ª¡ª"

    Lesmeka interrupted her: "Kaya, thank you, but it's time to make a desperate move."

    Kaya looked past Medusa, glanced at the sky with a complicated expression, and nodded.

    Haruze looked at the two people in surprise.

    "Miss Lesmeka, you"

    Lesmeka pressed her fingers on his lips to stop what he was saying: "Haruze, my little prince, do you want to hear our story?"

    Haruze showed a dazed look. Of course he understood that Lesmeka and Kaya had strange life experiences, but because of Ampelsel's kindness, he never had the idea of ??doubting this Ms. Medusa.  And it was precisely because of his trust that Lesmeka came up with the idea of ??staying in this human kingdom.

    She looked at the little prince tenderly: "Kaya, she is from the Oath Keepers family."

    ¡­¡­

    General Feng Norma withdrew his gaze from the sky and silently watched everything happening in front of him.

    Outside the city of Airel, on the plain of Corcovado, two torrents, one black and one white, are converging.

    Dwarf King Kalifen, in the black torrent of dwarf heavy cavalry, stared at the snow-white formation in the distance and murmured to himself: "They are coming too"

    The White Lions trapped in Airel are making their final counterattack. The human knights have set up their final charge formation. A sea of ??purple crystals is rushing from the front - but the humans are shocked to see their former enemies.  The army of Toquinin's lion men approached them from one side, and then stopped side by side and parallel to them

    The human side has a vague sense of the Toquinin people's intentions, but they are still not sure.

    Under the command, the knight who delivered the order waved the flag of inquiry, a golden swallow-tailed flag¡ª¡ª

    Are they allies?

    The lion man hesitated for a moment, and then erected a holy white flag. On the flag, seven holy symbols fluttered in the wind.

    Respond with a sacred oath.

    General von Norma stood on the remaining city wall and saw this scene.The sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

    Woo¡ª¡ª

    The horn sounded.

    The army of dwarves has already taken the lead, and the humans and lions did not hesitate. The knights began to accelerate, and there was a roar on the Corcovado plain.  The allied forces of the three tribes collided head-on with the ocean of crystal clusters, like three hot knives cutting through butter. The first to bear the brunt was the dwarf heavy cavalry. Each dwarf heavy cavalry was a moving fortress, not to mention lined up side by side.  There was a frenzy immediately in the purple ocean.

    Under the careful protection of Bresson, Manrique, and the knights, Delphiri closely followed the dwarf battle group.

    "Miss Oath Keeper," after the dwarf king Kalifin knocked away a crystal cluster with a hammer, he still had time to turn around and speak to Delphiri among the knights: "Have you thought about it, after the battle here is won,  Where do you plan to send the Holy Sword?"

    Delphiri looked at the dwarf king, her eyes also fell on the holy white flag, and she hugged the long box tighter.

    But a figure had already flashed through her mind, and she nodded seriously.

    The sunshine shining down from the Balta Plateau brings the warmth of winter¡ª¡ª

    When Adams, a low-ranking knight commander belonging to the fifth legion of the White Lions, woke up, he felt himself jolting and being carried on someone's back.

    His mind was chaotically replaying the messy memories before he fell into coma - the monsters that crossed the ruins of Airel and rushed towards his column like a tide, General von Norma's death order to guard the street intersection, and during the battle, his own  His companions became fewer and fewer, until he was the last one left.

    Facing the monsters that surrounded him, he only had the determination to fight bravely.

    Shouldn¡¯t you be dead?

    Adams tried to raise his head with some difficulty, wanting to see who had saved him - had General von Norma's strategy taken effect?  Have the White Lions retaken that street corner?  Did they achieve ultimate victory?  Has Airel City been saved?  How many casualties were there?

    But what caught his eyes was a long snow-white mane.

    The lion-man turned back and looked at the human on his shoulder. There was a long and narrow scar on its face, and its green eyes seemed to be embedded in the middle of the scar.

    Torquining Lion Man.

    Adams is very familiar with one of these opponents of the White Lions. Every year after winter, there are several confrontations between humans and lions.  This hatred has lasted for hundreds of years, deeply engraved in the bones of every White Lion sergeant, and the same is true for the lions of Toquinin.

    But why are they here and trying to save themselves, their enemies?

    "you saved me?"

    "It takes a little effort," the lion man replied nonchalantly. It strode forward through the ruined streets: "You can remember my name. My name is Scheer. I will definitely become the greatest in the future."  hero."

    Adams couldn't help but look back at this guy who was boasting, but he saw the other person's eyes firmly staring at the horizon in the distance, with a dazzling brilliance reflected deep in his eyes.

    There, there is a sword¡ª¡ª

    ¡­¡­

    "Don't be too proud, Martha." Roman stood on a hill outside the lamp castle, watching all this with a sneer.

    Hundreds of miles away, the female mercenary leader suddenly moved her eyelids, alarming everyone.

    "Come quickly, Miss Juta, she's awake!"

    There was a sound of panic.

    In the same panic, in the desert country of Lubik far south of the Warnd continent, gravekeepers in gray robes were running towards the center of the temple in groups, with solemn expressions on their faces.  Look, the bells over the city are ringing.

    Adni stood behind Naquil, looking at the main entrance of the temple that slowly opened with some disbelief.

    This is something that has not happened in a thousand years.

    Accompanied by twelve tomb guards, the Great Elder came to the two of them with a solemn look and a blue dagger in his hand.

    "Thenthat's the Holy Sword of Wisdom?" Adni asked stammering.

    Naquil nodded.

    The Ring of the World¡ª¡ª

    The Archdruid of the Sky Ring opened the window, and the breath of wind hit his face - even in the harsh winter, the trade winds circulating in the world can still bring back the breath of summer.  A green leaf flew into the window and landed on his hand.

    The archdruid raised his sparse eyebrows and couldn't help but reveal a wry smile: "The little guy has given us a problem."

    ? ??My lord?  "

    ¡°Go ahead and let me see if it¡¯s that person.¡±

    He turned around.

    Outside the window, the scenery of Ireland Tower is beautiful and picturesque.

    ¡­¡­

    " After the age of silver, do the Bugans still remember their glory and promises? As the tower keepers of the Parliament of Truth, the guardians of the knowledge of the Great Library, and the descendants of the wise ancestors, the people with the blood of silver flow  Are the Bugans pursuing power or wisdom? Is what is engraved on the towering holy white spiers the truth of the law or the verdict of destruction? The mysteries of the universe that you have explored in nearly infinite lives are just  Is it the trampling and trampling of the weak, or is it the persistence of true knowledge?"

    "I believe that the Buga people are wise, because no matter how the pros and cons are weighed, or the gains and losses are chosen, what can make the Silver People more glorious is always knowledge and truth, not strength and power; I believe that wise people will eventually have long-term success.  My eyes can cut through the fog and see the real future of the Silver City-State; I believe in civilization, not barbarism, just as I believe that wisdom will eventually defeat greed. I believe that the people on the clouds can allow themselves to make a decision that will let them  A decision I will never regret"

    "Because I believe that we still have a brilliant future. And this is what I want to say, all -"

    Carnegie¡ª¡ª

    In the Cloud Temple, the prime minister Qian Jin, who was dressed in a white robe and looked so holy, gently put down the speech in his hand, raised his head, and looked at the thousands of silver people on the circular staircase venue.

    There was total silence.

    Solomon stood next to Delphine with his eyebrows lowered and his expression calm.  He raised his head and looked at his colleagues. His eyes, burning with the flame of wisdom and penetrating everything, looked very calm: "Let's vote."

    Thousands of hands were raised, not one objected, not one abstained.

    Fairy Ms. Tanya stood on Huang Huo's shoulder, looking at the calm and proud human girl with her silver eyes in shock.

    Then there was a storm of applause that swept across the audience.

    The year of the sword is on the first day of the month of Dongqin.

    The Buga people announced their break with the Sassadel people. The Wizarding War has just begun and is already coming to an end¡ª¡ª

    ¡­¡­

    When Antitina woke up, she already felt the warm and familiar embrace.

    She raised her head weakly and looked at the familiar face - and Miss Freya's somewhat complicated expression. She struggled quickly, but did not break away from Brando's arms.

    She blushed a little: "Lordwhat's wrong with me?"

    Brando looked at the silver pattern on the right hand of his staff lady and replied word by word:

    "You saved everything, Antitina."

    ¡­¡­
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