“Pamid, we must not let World’s hopes fall into the hands of those people!”
That is an old oracles.
Engraved on the poems of Cangqing –
Xvi:thetower
The lost moon took the light –
Xx:judgement
The light is lost.
Xvii:thestar
The silver generation lost on the earth and walked in the darkness and obscurity.
Viii:strength
The encounter between the emperor and Fool.
Ix:thehermit
The spring that is full of green rust is being reset.
Xxi:theworld
A sword that changes fate.
amber–
……
Marsha will cry into tears, Amandina gently into her arms, gently comforting her back with her hand, comforting one’s own child.
Amandina finally noticed something and looked at Marsha with tears: “You are… Mother Marsha?”
Marsha is gently nodded.
“… Are you coming back?” The girl’s raises head, her face is also weeping beauty, with an eager hope in her tone: “Will you help us fight Dragon of Twilight?”
Marsha smiled and shook her head. She gently wiped Amandina’s tears: “My child, you don’t need anyone’s help, mortal tenacious and unrecognized Will and faith are your most strong weapons – and I, already Give authority to you, and the rest will need to be one’s own hand to open up a magnificent future.”
Amandina looked at her inexplicably, but saw Marsha gently on her right hand. Starting from the fingertips, Goddess slowly turned into countless scattered petals of light. In the dazzling rays of light like the birth of supernova, Amandina saw a quaint throne.
On the throne, quietly sleeping a Holy Sword.
The gentle voice echoed across the sky of Vaunde.
“children–“
“Don’t give up hope!”
At that moment, the entire World almost stopped breathing.
Everyone looked at the dazzling sword in the sky.
In the elf palace of the deciduous forest, the bell rings and the elf guard pulls the gate of the meeting. The Wind Elf ambassador took the lead to stand up and one of them extended the hand to one’s own opponent: “Thank you very much, my name is Maria, elf Ting chief Sorcerer.”
The Descendants of the Blood noble lightly smiled, gracefully smeared with the hand of elf: “Although you and our names may be buried in the long river of history at this moment, history will remember this day forever. I believe it is significant enough to rewrite our future.”
Maria smiled: “Welcome back anyway.”
“Where are you going back?”
Maria smiled and didn’t answer, but the Madara’s dark noble was no longer questioned, as if both of them had a tacit understanding.
The two envoys also nodded to each other, slowly stepping out of the great hall, then stopped and stopped, and the raises head looked at the dazzling Holy Sword in the sky, and everyone did not say a word for a long time.
In the south of Aouine.
There was a gust of wind in the forest of Anlas, the forest rustling, and countless dead leaves flew over the heads of people. In the distance, the Bernice River sways and passes quietly through the land of the southern Lantolian.
With the effect of inertia, the gravity trebuchet emits a creaking and slamming sound, and the last stone is thrown at a high parabola into the city wall far away from Bernice. After the magic flash, the city will come. A roar of buildings collapsed.
Demonic Cultist has given up on resistance, and a fat Colossal Dragon breaths the flames on the broken city wall, driving away those who have collapsed.
The battlefield stopped.
Everyone is watching the sky –
Halutz holds Mikaya’s little hand and looks at the majestic mountain peaks in the blue sky, the dazzling Holy Sword, and the heart can’t last for a long time.
Miss Amandina’s father is also a hero, his unyielding left the last a ray of hope for everyone, so he is worthy of the title of Knight. There are always many such heroes in human history. Halutz can’t help but think of one’s own teacher. In the dazzling brilliance of Holy Sword, he can always see a straight back, firm belief, never faded ideal. Isn’t it the teacher’s words and deeds?
Aouine’s birth is so brilliant, and can he afford the teacher’s message?
Little Prince bit his one’s own lips and silently.
The two are surrounded by the expressionless Archduke of Lantolian, the Duke who has just experienced the pain of the loss of his heart, as if he is ten years old. He is holding his only granddaughter – the only bloodline his son and his daughter left for him, staring at the sky for a long time.
Demonic Cultist slaughtered the residents of Berniechel.
This also filled in a final handful of soil for one’s own cemetery.
Berniechel was not captured.
This is the order issued by the Duke.
From this day on, Lantolian will also begin to carry out a major cleansing of all the believers.
Halutz understands that there will be innocent people who will die under this order, but he does not have an opening. Civilization sometimes needs iron and blood. Aouine’s decay has reached a level of deep visible bone. As a king, he must learn to take responsibility. The person wearing the crown is not qualified to cherish the feathers. If a country has to move forward, someone must be stigmatized.
Halutz is already aware of it, but if someone must pay for it all.
It won’t be Aouinian, but Dragon of Twilight.
He clenched his fist.
Behind him, Medusa Lasmeque was also shocked by the strange scenery in the sky. She reflected the sword deeply like a reptile. The eyes flashed with hesitation and resolute color: “…Really Exist, everything is true…”
Her friend, the sexy Dark Elf, grabbed the arm of her best friend and looked at her with concern: “Lasmeque?”
Kaya’s action alerted the previous Halutz.
Little Prince looked back and saw the strangeness of Lasmeque, and could not help but be shocked. He thought that Lasmeque was worried about one’s own thing, and quickly said: “Lasmeque elder sister, you don’t have to worry, this attack is something that nobody thought of, and no one can blame anyone for this, and then I am not now. Is it okay?”
But he didn’t expect to be barely fell, but Lasmeque grabbed him with a backhand, and the big hand made him almost scream. The body’s subconscious reaction was to be resisted by Black Magic, but Halutz stopped the impulse because he saw Ms. Medusa’s eyes – crystal clear, not asking for what he meant.
“Miss Lasmeque, you…?” he whispered in a whisper.
Mikaya also turned around and looked at the scene with interest and interest. She asked Little Prince to help with her eyes, but Halutz shook her head at her.
Lasmeque bowed his head and had a rare, serious color on his face. Looking at the expression of his best friend, Dark Elf seems to be aware of something, and quickly asked: “Lasmeque, are you thinking about it?”
Medusa turned back and nodded said: “Kaya, we have lost our home, the kind of drifting taste you want to experience again, we went to the world on the ground just to find hope, now it is the last moment We must make up our minds.”
Kaya opened his mouth and tried to stop.
“Kaya, do you believe me?” Lasmeque saw her expression and asked.
“I don’t believe who you can trust, Lasmeque? I don’t have me at the moment without you. I always treat you like an elder sister,” Kaya couldn’t help but say: “I gave it to you when I trusted. You can make the right judgment, I –“
Lasmeque interrupted her: “Kaya, thank you, but it’s time to be desperate.”
Kaya’s gaze crossed Medusa, and the expression looked at the sky complexly, nodded.
Halutz looked at the two people with amazement.
“Miss Lasmeque, you guys…”
Lasmeque pressed his finger against his lips and stopped the words behind him: “Halutz, my Little Prince, do you want to hear our story?”