Vanessa gradually woke up from the nightmare, the sunlight in front of her awakened a longing for the real picture, and she felt that her eyes were extremely dry and painful, but she couldn't tell what kind of pain it was, both rough and moist.

"Vanessa?" Matt moved, and his warm hand rested on the princess's forehead, "You're awake." ”

"Where am I? Why is the qiē in front of me so blurry? Vanessa heard herself. Thankfully, it's my own voice, a wonderful, crisp, gentle voice.

"You're crying," Matt replied hesitantly, "and you've been crying since the moment you became yourself again." ”

Vanessa smiled miserably, "How can I cry, I have no tears." ”

"You're shedding blood and tears." It's Reina's voice.

"Reina!" Vanessa fumbled and grabbed the archer's arm and pulled him to her side, "I've seen some images, it's terrifying. I don't know if it's the future that's about to happen or if it's an illusion in my head, but promise me not to come to the battlefield and not to leave me! ”

"I won't leave you." Reina reached out and put his arm around Vanessa's shoulders and lifted her up from the bed, "You're the blood and tears that you shed because of those illusions?" ”

"There's something else there," Vanessa was gradually able to discern the figure in front of her, Matt, Reyna, and Donald, Banks, and Sir Cedric, all of whom looked at her with concern, "evil and desperate, proud and pitiful, the mind of another man, to be exact, the mind of Solanda." ”

"I didn't expect that," Matt looked down, "I didn't think of that arrow—"

"It's not your fault," Vanessa smiled at the Prince, "that arrow shattered Sorenda's disguise and of course stripped me of the shell, have you forgotten that magic is balanced?" ”

Matt also showed a pale and relieved smile, looking into his tired eyes, Vanessa knew that he must have given a lot of blood to herself, so she didn't feel the pain in her chest at all.

Donald, kneeling at the princess's feet, looked at Vanessa's face and muttered to himself, "It's good that the reversal of the magic was successful, otherwise the price we would have paid would have been too great." ”

Vanessa was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and then looked at Reina, "What about Sir Mishai?" Where is he? ”

Reina gave Matt a disgruntled look, and then replied to the princess, "He's dead." ”

"Dead?" Vanessa's eyes widened in disbelief, "How long did the reversal magic last?" ”

"Enough to drain the remaining fifty years of his life." Sir Donald said without any emotion.

Vanessa's vision began to blur, her eyes ached, and then her eyes turned bright red—she was bleeding and crying again. "Did he have a last word before he died?"

"He shouted Long live Neverwinter," Cedric straightened his belly, his red hair unassuming, "and he shouted the names of his wife and two sons. ”

More blood and tears welled up in her eyes, and Vanessa said in a trembling voice, "He wants to go home." ”

"We all want to go home." Donald stepped forward to take the princess's hand, "Your Highness, while you were unconscious, your mysterious archer told us about what you experienced after you left Neverwinter, and we hope that you will lead us back to Neverwinter, drive out the alien rulers, and reclaim our homeland." ”

"Take back our homeland!" The knights repeated, and the slogan spread throughout the Knights, with the crowd chanting, "Long live Neverwinter!" The sound soared into the night, oscillating between the blue sky and the sea, forming a string of swirling notes, swirling along the sea breeze until the end of winter.

For some reason, God and the gods have a special preference for the number "7."

Brant sat on Lawne's back and watched as the seven arches of Crescent City swept under his feet, the crumbling arch beams dangling with withered vines and corpses reduced to bones, the Ji wind blowing, shaking reluctantly like rusty brass wind chimes. Brant cursed the gates, if they were fewer in number, and the lords had nowhere to hang the condemned prisoners, there might be much less torture here. But he knew that his ideas were ignorant and ridiculous, and that since ancient times, the more cruel the lords, the longer they have been able to sit, and they have governed their territories with fear more than with the law, as Elijah said, "I don't need them to love me, I just want them to be afraid of me." ”

"Do you want to hang a banner full of dead bodies in place of Crescent City?" At that time, Brandt confronted Ilia in front of him in the council chamber, "You can't keep hurting people because you're afraid of Koeman, so what's the difference between you and Koeman?" ”

"I didn't hurt them!" The little princess screamed and excused herself. "They all volunteered! Don't scold me anymore! I need my Kima! ”

Well, what can you expect to reason with a ten-year-old? Brandt put his head in his hands and spun in place. "Now that the outside of the city is full of Koman's allies, you have given him an excuse to attack Crescent City," Brandt walked to the window and pointed to the clearing on the edge of the lower city, "those tents with rooster logos, and those cavalry with golden lion banners, and the hoplites over there, alas, I can't name them, but I know that they were all going to fight Koman's army," the prince turned back and pressed his hands on Elia's fleshy little shoulders, "They are all gathered outside Crescent City now, Just wait for Koman to give the order to enter the city, and when the time comes, you doll will be the best reason for them to kill you. ”

"Then don't let them in!" Ilia screamed again, the doll in her arms vibrating violently from her irritation, "You, Parson, and Lawn, go and guard the gates for me, make a battle plan, and not a single enemy will be allowed to enter!" I don't want to see Koeman! ”

Brandt glanced at the princess's courtier, and Parson was grateful to him for saving his granddaughter, but was so upset that Elia became more and more fond of him and alienated herself, and she had put the little favor behind her. Now was the right time to make a meritorious deed in front of his master, and as sinister as he would have given in, he squeezed in front of the prince, knelt at the feet of the little princess, and comforted her like a child in a greasy voice, and declared that he would protect her at all costs.

Brant turned away from the place full of children and grown people.

The city is named for its shape that resembles a crescent moon, and the city is well deserved when viewed from the sky, as half of the crescent is built on a cliff and remains sunken inward, while the larger arc goes deep into the interior of the southern peninsula of the Land of Midsummer, facing the town of Dulin at the foot of the Alcina Mountains, and to the east is expected to be supported by Maple Harbor, if the city is strong enough to dominate the city.

"Lawn, what's that?" Brandt asked, pointing to a large ship on the sea.

The dragon-winged angel's eyesight is much stronger than that of humans, he looked down in the direction pointed by the prince, and saw that the blue sea was densely dotted with black warships, and the flagship led by him was branded with a blood-piercing sword flag, "It's a fleet!" ”

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