“wu wu wu -“
“wu wu wu -“
All directions, countless voices should be with the long hair of the girl Kouha.
They are wolves.
Before Vaunde’s Twilight.
……
Faithwind Circle Between the mountains and the jungle, an ancient dream is crossed. It turns into invisible power and walks on the mountains and forests. It is constantly reviewed and repeated, like an ancient Will, indulging in In the past, the strange time.
Over the misty forest, the fog-woven Ancestral Divine Beast is slowly stopping, and the 12 heads above the clouds look back and watch the familiar land.
Thousands of years.
For thousands of years.
It remembers a group of elf passing by, it has encountered a strange wizard, it has met a knight who dares to bargain, there is a sneaky guy, a little guy who doesn’t care much, a woman Another woman.
Many memories of the past are reproduced in this dream.
Then the body of this giant beast began to become illusory, as if the wind blew the clouds and the fog dissipated. The twelve of Ancestral Divine Beast gradually faded over the clouds, and finally turned into a few clouds of smoke. Above the sky.
That invisible power.
It completely disappeared from the foggy forest.
“Boom–“
Far from the Black Forest, Fir Tree Shire, all Senian feel one’s own heart, the first jump, as if something important is happening invisible, countless people wake up from sleep.
They put on their clothes and rushed out the door, but they saw that the center of the village was standing with the girl who taught them normally and served as a therapist in the village.
“Miss Sophia!”
“Please stop.” The girl turned back, and the face under her snowy hood was extraordinarily sacred: “Please remember my words and follow your footsteps of Lord Thane.”
“Only he can save all this -“
She reached forward and the world of dreams spread from her feet. It was a world outside of the world. Its name was Brunson, the country of the north wind.
A great Will is staying at the other end of this World.
In the misty canyon.
Heavy fog seems to have been given Life, surging. After the fog, the huge eyelids are slowly opening, revealing a cold and beautiful pupil.
It’s green and the hole is full of heart.
“Marsha -“
The low voice muttered to himself.
The mountains are roaring.
Above the trees, elf and Druids were shocked to see that the weather abnormalities of the entire Faithwind Circle were changing dramatically, the cloud ring disappeared, the mountains of Valhalla collapsed, a giant beast shook the hair, and slowly stood from the gravel. It’s up.
This elegant creature seems to be a legend that has come down from the Dark Blue Epic. It looked up and squatted on the moon, stepping on the peninsula with four feet, and the huge body was connected to the sky.
She has a name among the most distant legends and myths.
The gods call her Isis.
After the wolves.
……
Bishop’s face has completely changed.
The crystal in front of him is in the middle of a piece of gray, which means that half of Lucita’s control has been lost, he thought it was just a small revenge, but within ten minutes. His confidence was completely defeated.
“How did they do it!”
“How did they do that!?”
The majority of the believers are also a squad, and the wolves are in the world. This is the scene before the end of the world, how can so many things happen to be together?
“Bishop, you have to think of a way!”
“What else can I do? Is there any way?!” Bishop was clenching his fists and his nails were rushing into the flesh. He screamed: “No way! Only speed up ceremony!”
“In that case, summon does not have a complete body.” The person behind changed his face.
“That’s too late.”
Bishop’s face was terrifying, and this sudden scene completely disrupted his layout. He now finally figured out where the other party is sacred, but he never dreamed that the revenge of a small noble from Aouine was so terrifying.
He regretted it in his heart. He knew that he should be more cautious. Although the instructions of the great queen must be completed, they can at least be more secretive. More perfect.
However, this World regret is only a bitter aftertaste, and there is no chance to come over.
“Even if it’s not complete…” Bishop shook his fist like a wrinkled orange, gnashing teeth: “It’s enough—”
He stared at the silver line in the dark night sky, which was like the spectacular scene formed by the two rounds of the moon, but the moon in the previous round was as black as the shadow.
“Twilight, Twilight, no, Twilight… but that’s it.”
This is the Tree Shepherds plan for thousands of years, they must succeed.
Since they broke with World Circle, they have been implementing one’s own claims, what Truth, what World Tree institutions, what Earth Legion, and what arbiter are all useless.
God races have failed again and again.
Only they can save it all, from the wither, the ashes, the balance between everything and nature, cruel and fragile –
Druids’s creed, is it not from this?
……
“You must return to Her Majesty -“
Casette’s words came to an abrupt end.
He saw a little silver light, as if from a distant sky.
The mobs are pushing each other, retreat each other, and a bloody evil God’s Son is torn into pieces by the dark mist of the sky, and the green mist in the surging black fog transmits the meaning of ice and cold.
“That’s a wolf…” His adjutant was astonished behind him.
“I know.” Flaming Knight’s mood is much lower than before: “Have you read Dark Blue Poem?”
“what?”
“Have you read Dark Blue Poem!” Cassett turned back in disgust, grabbed the collar of the latter and asked loudly, “Idiot?”
“Below…under…” The adjutant was obviously scared.
“That’s a wolf, you know?”
“I……”
“The wolf is before Twilight,” Flaming Knight said in desperate expression: “Dragon of Twilight is not dead… we are finished…”
The silver light in his eyes is becoming brighter.
The black fog is like a tidal wave that flows over the heads of refugees and flocks to the city wall. Numerous teeth are hidden in it. When they pass over the soft body, like an invisible blade, they pick up a path of blood.
The screams are coming and going.
The soldiers were pale and the war was beyond their imagination.
Flaming Knight pushed his adjutant away, and the latter drew back, he pulled out the long sword, and the sword light shimmered with a meteor. “You go down.”
“Ser Knight?” The adjutant was scared and stunned.
“Go down!” Casset roared. “This is not the place you should stay!”
“but……”
“Nothing.” Knight patted one’s own chest and replied proudly: “I am Casette (Knight of Lottschell), I drive for Flame King (one of the one hundred and twenty Knights), here ( This place), it should be my buried bones (it is the place where the sword is folded).”
The words of the ages overlap each other as if the two sounds reverberate over the city wall.
It is the oath of Yan.
The crowd seemed to see an illusory silhouette blending into Casette’s body, as if to see the hundred thousand years ago on the plains of St. Bai, one hundred and twenty Knights swear by the sword and follow the great back.
“Go on.”
Casette had a sword, and the red light curtain rose from behind him. The dark fog behind it was soaring, and countless horrific Giant Wolf was tumbling in it.
The light curtain immediately rang.
Knight’s face is white: “Fast, I can only support for a moment.”
The soldiers had already scared their legs and cried and fell down the stairs. Only the adjutant went back alone – he was at least a Knight, and the courage in his heart defeated the fear of death, and he saw a little silver light.