"Report, after the hand-picking, the Demon Guiding Heavenly Boat lost twenty-seven ships, the generals and soldiers sacrificed a total of 312,869 people, the Silver Moon Sage troops were intact, no one was damaged, and the enemy army, 600,000 reorganized magic energy mechanical fleet, were all destroyed. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info "This is the tradition of the Crescent Fleet, after the battle, no matter what, the first time to count the casualties of the enemy and us.

The Crescent Fleet sacrificed more than half of its men in exchange for the total destruction of Harrilan's most elite fleet, which was in any case a beautiful enough to be written into the annals of history and passed down forever, and it was definitely the glory of all the Noahs who participated in this battle, but they experienced it for the first time, and after the victory, it was not necessarily joy, no one shouted for the victory, only countless soldiers wept for their general.

It was strange that the beast did not make any movement then, and just quietly dived into the sea of silence, if it were not for the bleeding on the surface of the sea, it would have been as if it had never happened, no one had ever thought of such a result, no one had imagined that the war would be so simple, there was no shouting of killing that shook the sky, there was no blood and fire to ignite the desire for victory in the hearts of the soldiers, some were just the beast jumping out of the face, but diving down, and it was all over.

"Morrowind......" Aka stood alone on the mothership of the surviving Crescent Fleet, looking at the dark sea, she looked forward to the fact that, as before, the man she loved was being watched in the cry of victory with a full body of brilliance, and the reality left her was that the dark sea was as silent as death, without brilliance, and no one returned.

This battle was the most glorious battle of the Noahs at the end of the Dragon Road, the Crescent Fleet annihilated the Hariran Magic Energy Machine Fleet, and sent a group of Silver Moon Sages to this war at sea, making a milestone contribution to this war.

It was also because of this battle that Harriland's most elite sea fleet, the Magic Energy Mechanical Fleet, was completely annihilated, and there was no survivor, and the balance of the tug-of-war was originally maintained, but it was also disrupted, and the scale of victory tilted to Noah's side, whether the tragedy in the Western Continent many years ago was going to be repeated, such a haze filled the hearts of every Hariran soldier.

"Morning Breeze Red Dew. "In the depths of the sea, Morrowind did not lose his life, he heard a voice calling.

"Who?" he tried to speak, but the sea water poured into his mouth, and he asked underwater, holding his breath.

"They call me Noi, and you can call me that. That voice sounded directly in Morrowind's head, and Morrowind heard it like a lightning strike.

Noi, the goddess of the underworld that Noah believes in and guards, is so crazy that even though Morrowind has been on the battlefield for a long time, when she hears this, she can't help but be surprised.

"Goddess?" Morrowind spoke, realizing that he was able to speak in the water for some time.

"Strictly speaking, I'm long gone, even the Divine Inheritor is gone, I'm just a fragment of Noi's memory. Noi's voice was still ringing directly in Morrowind's head.

Morrowind didn't speak, he was thinking, or rather adapting to the fact that Noia's faith, their goddess, Noi, was talking to him at this moment, and this shocking truth surprised and unacceptable to him more than when he discovered Rebitan.

"Dear Goddess Noi, what are you sending? At this moment, Morrowind forgot the situation he was in, forgot that he could not even move a finger, but he wanted to serve the goddess.

"Now you can't influence the war, because you haven't understood the meaning yet. Noi's voice sounded out of thin air, "But you have that qualification, you are from the original continent, but you are a beast spirit living in the country of Noah. ”

Morrowind's eyes widened in the water, at this moment he was already convinced of the authenticity of this goddess, the entire Noia continent, knowing that he was the identity of the beast spirit, would not be more than three, it could not be Acre, and the other two were even more unlikely to appear in this silent sea, except for the goddess, only in the inability to explain the identity of the other party.

"Dear Goddess Noi, what do you want me to do?" Morrowind said in the most reverent manner.

"When you set foot at the end of the dragon's path again, hope has been realized. Noi didn't specify what he wanted Morrowind to do, after saying that, Morrowind only felt that the dark sea of silence became brighter than day, and at that moment, he saw clearly the wreckage of the battleship and the corpses of soldiers that sank into the sea, and loved to sink down, there were magic magic ships, there were magic mechanical warships, there were Noahs, there were Harirans, and there were many beasts, and at this moment he found for the first time that in war, it seemed that only pain was equal, and in race, only death was equal.

He saw the sword of Sukhstan sink into the deep seabed, saw the crow thinking of the battlefield slowly sinking into the deepest part of the sea because of the corpse, and saw the officer he once patted on the shoulder falling into the abyss, at this moment he thought of himself, about the next moment, the morning breeze and red dew will be the same as everyone and everything in the sea, and will always accompany the sea of silence without any difference.

Morrowind seemed to have grasped something, but he couldn't see it really, the light was too dazzling, he couldn't see anything clearly, and gradually, he lost consciousness.

In the vast prairie, a beast warrior with a bow and arrow rides a snow lion, like lightning, in the vigorous grass, chasing his prey.

This yellowed and ancient picture only exists in the memories of most beast spirits. Many beast spirits have long forgotten their own traditions, and are hired by others to survive in the vast desert.

The beast spirits, a race that has migrated between continents many times, not only have thousands of years of nomadic civilization, but also have iron-blooded splendor and glory. In the wars with other races, the beast spirits have a proud record of almost total victory. Even the army of the god of destruction, Kyrios, has been defeated by the famous beast spirit army "God's Spear".

However, the proud and brave son of the steppe has an extremely tragic fate. The nomadic beasts often had to run for their lives because of the harsh climate, and the once thriving "Tami Empire" suffered from civil strife and war, and even suffered a massacre by other tribes after falling apart.

It seems that the gods have never cared for the beast spirit, and in the long history of blood and tears, the beast spirit has been lost in the vast world. Do you want to settle down like any other race, or do you want to continue your nomadic life?

Fortunately, in the Falcon Plateau, there are still tribes of beasts and spirits who have not forgotten the spirit of the grassland. They follow an ancient tradition of honing their will through constant combat training. They form an eternal friendship with the snow lions and chase the winds of the grasslands. With the protection of the Wind God Tayang, they may be the hope of all the beast spirit clans.

This is the Wind Discipline Tribe.

On this ordinary day, the tribe "came" a guest, Morrowind lying on a thick mat woven of falcon grass, and a snow lion pulling the mat slowly, he had regained consciousness.