"Now it's ...... What year?" this steppe elf did not have the spirit of a tyrant as he imagined, and he asked softly, holding the little hand of the banshee girl in one hand, and at the same time pulling the girl's long tongue with his free hand.

Well, this ability to rip her tongue and interrupt the banshee's howl is really too much for the kitten to catch up.

"ST14......" But the question still has to be answered, after all, this person looks like his own person.

“…… What about the Grey Age?" interrupted Marceau's words, and the steppe elf's face was full of curiosity: "Shouldn't these undead be those guys from the Grey Age?" ”

"Uh...... Four hundred and thirty-seven years have passed since the Grey Age. Marceau gave this answer - the beginning of the gray era was the end of the closed beta of ST1220, and the end of this era was ST1414, and now it is ST1851, so 437 years is no more: "Now even the flowering year after the gray age is over." ”

"We won?" the man asked, after a pause.

Marceau nodded, then pointed to the side of the river of blood: "Those are the New Edenians, the new empire established in the original demon empire of the mountains after the strangers who took refuge in the undead and established themselves, they invaded us, and it was also the year they ended the flowers, if the astrologers haven't thought of a new year name, then I think it should be called the Blood Age now." ”

“…… That's great. The steppe elf laughed, and he turned his head to look at the girl he was leading, "Do you hear me, Anna, we have won...... Great......"

There was pure white fire dripping from his dry eye sockets, and the crimson soul fire in the eyes of the girl he was facing was also rolling.

This made Marceau a little helpless, which meant that he and she could no longer understand the news beyond the gloomy era, and this meant that he and she had ...... It can't be considered alive.

"Let's go, Anna and I, we have long dreams to come. Sure enough, the steppe elf looked at Marceau.

So Marceau nodded: "Well, good night." ”

At this moment, Marceau can only say this...... I don't know why, I don't know the story of him and her, but my nose is sour, I think about it, there must be a lingering story between him and her, but the ending is not good, maybe it is not visible, maybe it is a tragic ending, he and her no longer have a future, some are just endless silence in the network.

Before exiting the cave, Marceau stopped again, as the steppe elves commanded behind her.

"I have something to ask you. ”

"What's the matter. ”

"I've always wanted to save Anna, but I'm afraid that one day I'll fail. The elder looked at Marceau and said in the most serious tone: "So, don't forget us, and if we really fail, please give us a real long sleep." After speaking, he turned his head with a smile and kissed his companion beside him: "Come, Anna, say goodbye to the juniors." ”

The flame in the eyes of the girl known as Anna gradually extinguished, and her companion sat down on the ground with her in her arms.

The sword plunged into the wound in her chest again, and he gripped the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands as before.

A holy abode encompasses the entire cave.

"Who the hell is he. "There's a steppe elf asking for the identity of that one.

No one could answer, and Marceau could only put this curiosity in her heart, waiting for the battle to end, and then let her girls look for it in the pile of old papers of history.

Now, he had to leave with his guests.

"How are we going. Lady Justin came to Marceau's side: "It's not that I'm pessimistic, it's not that I look down on these strangers, on the contrary, I'm very confident in the villagers, but there are too many people in New Eden, and there are too few villagers, I don't recommend going back the way we came, let's go north, and there is an exit in the north." ”

"So who's going to tell the villagers who are guarding there? Marceau frowned.

"I'll go. Justin spoke.

This made Marceau raise her eyebrows, and she continued her speech, as if trying to dispel Marceau's concerns: "The method I proposed, naturally let me carry it out, and I can rest assured that my husband and her children are now under your protection." ”

"Maybe their defenses have fallen, and now it's all New Edenkees. Marceau shook his head: "You're committing suicide." ”

"Gray Eagle did not disappoint his friend's expectations, and I am gone. With that, Justin turned and walked towards the hole from which she had come.

"Ma'am, please don't go over, you're going to die!" said the half-eldest child.

"It's also an honor to die with a warrior like you. Justin didn't look back.

Marceau could only shake his head as he watched him walk into the cave: "Let's go, don't live up to the sacrifice." ”

………………

"It's a bone dragon!" screamed as he pointed to the leaping bone dragon as the young members struggled on the ground.

"We have too little air power, damn it!" clutching the wound on his waist, the young commander looked around the street as he was dragged back by his teammates, the last two squadrons of young boys were holding back the New Edenians from advancing towards the entrance to the net.

A few steppe elves dragged explosives boxes to arrange something at the flowerbed statue where the entrance was located, these were the only combat engineer squads in the Young Sons Regiment, the half-breeds had received good equipment from their one-meter-two relatives, this squad was originally the most precious squad in the entire Young Sons Regiment, but today he left them to death.

"Commander, what is this!?"

While resting in the crater, a priest knelt beside him, and the commander reported one.

"Who still has plasma?!" the priest girl lowered her head and opened her first aid kit, "The bandages are gone!"

The commander reached out and patted the back of her hand: "Leave me alone, the bullet pierced my liver area." After speaking, he reached out and took out the last two anesthetic needles from the first aid bag on his waist: "Here you go." ”

The priest girl opened the wound on his waist like crazy, confirmed the entrance of the bullet, and touched his other back: "The bullet has no exit!"

"It's buckshot, poor ghost of New Eden!" gritting his teeth, the commander shoved the needle in his hand into the priest's bag, "Let's go, go and help those who need you more." ”

With that, pushing the priest aside, the commander struggled to crawl to the south side of the crater.

The sound of gunfire, screams, and screams seemed to get farther and farther away from him, and when he crawled to the edge of the crater, the young man saw the flames in the mist, the scuffling between friend and foe, and the steppe elves and the new Edenkees holding each other on fire...... Wait a minute, where did the steppe elves come from? These little things don't belong to them.

Confused by excessive blood loss, he heard the sound of tracked vehicles, as well as the characteristic 'tom' sound of the combat boat's cannon fire.

Turning his head, he watched a tracked vehicle with a cannon that was supposed to be used by a combat boat appear next to the crater, and the steppe elf operated this big guy who was taller than him, and was shaking under the effect of the recoil, and was about to slide out of the rear bucket.

Then the priest girl came to him with two of her kind.

She and they turned the young man over and took the half-drawn safety grenade from his hand, the priest girl was in the softball club in the college, and the straight shot was fast and straight.

"Little brothers, is he still saved?!" the young man asked when he heard her.

"Fatal wound in the liver area, excessive bleeding, death, sorry. The owner of the voice replied, with the characteristic high-pitched voice of the steppe elves.

The commander smiled, the pain of the wound causing him to close his eyes.

The next second, when he opened his eyes, he took off his game helmet and sighed at the familiar ceiling.