Chapter 5: The Wind King's Lair

Here it is... The Battlefield of the Wind...

Rodritte opened his eyes, and his gaze crossed the cyan sky through the vast sea of clouds like a thunderbolt of lightning. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Whew... That's a lot of people!"

He smiled, sword in both hands, and stood on the meadow of clouds, behind him the lords of the wind, who had gradually taken on their own appearance because they had followed him and imitated him.

They, unlike the whistling wheals on the other side, though still indistinct, still wore mighty armor and held high battle flags, standing behind Rodritte.

In just a short period of time, the extremely boring wind elves, the restless wind elementals, fell in love with the game called war.

In the endless roar of the wind, the immortal, immortal wheals finally found the pleasure of intoxicating themselves.

They threw themselves under the banner of Rhodes, first by amusement, then by tyranny, and finally by courtiers.

To unite under that banner is not to fight for justice, because there is no evil here, not to fight for territory, because this place is called endless.

In the wind of the Holy Green, the knight's name resounded all over the world.

Proudly stepping forward, in the world where there is no difference between up and down, left and right, the knight is driven awe-inspiring.

"Saltisiu!!Saltixiu!!"

There was a shout in the wind, and when he stepped on the ground, it was obviously a wall of clouds, but there was a thunderous sound, and the sound came from the end of the cloud, and it came to this side like a cloud surge, and the mountains and tsunamis made people's blood boil.

This is probably what I want, right?

At least, one of the hopes?

Rodritte's gaze swept over the vast military force, and his majestic body contained the power of thunder.

That endless army of illusions was exactly what he had always longed for, and that he had envied so much.

Like the awe-inspiring, fraternal army of the conquering king, trustworthy, and entrusted with his life, it is enough to gallop to the other side of the clouds and mountains, and exhaust the great army of Biluo Huangquan.

Now, in front of him, there are at least tens of millions of troops, right?

This is an unprecedented and epic battlefield, where the wind elves who participate in the battle set foot in this world with their bodies tens or even hundreds of meters, crushing each other with thunder and lightning and the great force of destroying the city, and from time to time turning into debris of clouds and snow, and collapsing into the clouds.

"Saltisiu!!Saltixiu!!"

The shouts never ceased, and they were full of charm.

Those who are blessed by the wind will eventually come to the wind, bringing them a different color.

The elves who traveled between the two worlds sang and sowed happiness in the giant's world.

"Are you happy?"

Lustia smiled and sat on Rod's shoulder, dangling her feet.

She knew, Rod, longed for such a life.

Honorable, dignified, crowning the crown of victory and defeat with the tip of a spear, fighting each other without chagrin or cruelty, just to turn the pride in the chest into rainbow light.

"Yes"

The knight did not hesitate in reply, he raised his gun, and the next moment, the sound of the mountain and the tsunami of the mountains fell silent for a moment, and only the echo echoed in the world, adding to the magnificence.

The knights of the wind raised their heads, they were above, below, on the left, on the right, and also behind. They were layered around the figure, proud to follow him.

He is the son of the wind, and will be the king of the wind.

The elves have turned his epic into a ballad, and the sound of the wind has spread his story far and wide.

They waited for his voice.

Not only the knights behind him, but even the winds on the other side who had not yet turned into shapes stopped the meaningless noise, quieted down, and looked at the king opposite.

Yes, that's not a knight's posture anymore.

The tall figure standing proudly, I don't know when, is already so outstanding, and it is already a look that can make others entrust their dreams.

Unify the meaningless winds, draw them with the proudest colors of your own will, and turn the winds into thoughtful subjects.

Even if the war for hundreds of millions of years cannot make the world half stained, but it is not tired.

The royal road, the infection, the conquest.

The king's army marched forward in a singing spirit, marching towards a goal that would never be achieved.

It's the dragon, it's the light, it's the dream, it's the heart.

Originally, the wind did not know everything, but it blew wantonly according to the surge.

When it is gentle, it will turn into a warm breeze, and when it is brutal, it can also achieve the power of a tornado.

Rodriit understood this kind of thing, and then did more.

Stepping forward, he was in front of the Wind Knights, who had accepted his idea and were willing to be his companions, and shouted unpretentiously, the sound piercing through the layers of clouds and resounding through the clear sky world.

"I'm Rodriette Saltisi!!"

The knights held their heads high.

"I am the Lord of the Wind!!"

Look at the king's unceremonious announcement.

"King!!King!!King!!

The next moment, in the clouds, the knights sang and roared.

"Forward !!"

The knight waved his spear and shouted, so, the next moment, a landslide and a tsunami.

Everywhere, up and down, left and right, there are knights who bear the name of the wind and believe in pride and glory. Never afraid of the enemy, only eager to manifest himself, to turn the never-ending roar of the wind into light and thunder.

Who can match such an army?

“——aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar！！！！！！”

Wang Charge was at the front, pulling out the cyan trajectory.

The next moment.

Adeel woke up.

"—Whew"

When I opened my eyes, a heavy color of unwillingness flowed out.

She sat up and pulled back the pajamas that had slipped slightly to reveal her white shoulders—there was no way to do it, because she couldn't find a well-fitting pajama, and she didn't want to wear the childlike one, so she had to face this dilemma.

In her heart, the complaint became more and more intense.

"It was so much fun..."

Bound by something called history, even though it's two people, it's also the two ends of light and darkness, the girl and the boy are separated by a mirror, and they can't touch each other but can see each other's figures.

In the dream, the mirror-like appearance made the girl almost desperate.

It can't be helped, because, Rodritte, as the Lord of the Wind, doesn't need sleep...

In the surging world of wind, where time does not even exist, and in the journey that never stops, how would he know that here, there is a girl waiting for his gaze?

Just looking at it makes you feel happy, but if you don't even know what you want, how can you find the eager light that comes to you?

I can't even be watched, I only want to be the only one, but the world is so cruel.

Adeel's shoulders twitched.

There was no crying, a smile appeared on his face.

The smile of great sorrow is just because he does not have the ability to cry, so he cannot shed tears.

The pain was so painful that he wanted to tear his body apart, but the blood flowed out and flowed to the ground, only to turn into black mud.

"—Adeel, you weakling"

Yes, a girl is not a strong man.

There are too many things that can't be done, or you can't do any of the things you want to do.

What a misfortune.

Getting out of bed, putting on her slippers, slowly walking to the window, pulling back the curtains, and looking out through the crystal glass window, Adeel slowly thought of something.

The White Princess, Elquid, has already been killed once...

She wanted to do something.

Now, if you are killed again, you won't die completely, but you'll be terrible...

Get revenge.

Rhodes, it's going to be painful, it's uncomfortable, you know how much you've done...

Do something that he will never forgive.

Then, they will look at me, just look at me alone, chase my figure, forever...

Hold your shoulders up with no beating and no warmth in your chest.

In the surging black world. The girl's malice is infinitely inflated.

But the next moment, as blood flowed out of his eyes instead of tears, the blackness faded again.

"Huh..."

I can't do it...

The girl gave up.

Because, never make Rhodes sad, never make him sad, always just hope that he can be the figure he is in love with.

If you love someone, you will want him to be happy for no reason.

This kind of thing is clearly known to me for a long time.

So, I can't do it...

"Ten thousand times..."

Muttering to herself the lines of the loser, the girl shook her head with a wry smile, wiped away the tears that would eventually turn black, returned to the bed, and pulled the quilt.

There was a small joy in her heart, and the girl not only smiled bitterly at her superficiality.

Really...

It turns out that I am actually a fool who feels happy just by looking at it?

It's late at night...