The war lasted until nightfall, when it finally came to an end. ,!。

Not surprisingly, the Dragon City Defenders won a big victory. Ever since the Faceless was slain by Aya, the war has turned into a one-sided slaughter. The Holy Light Cultists were completely defeated and scattered and fled from the center of the barracks area, while the defenders of Dragon City pursued all the way under the guidance of the Sword in the Stone, wrapped in the resentment in their hearts before, and did not let anyone go, and finally chased them until they were hundreds of miles outside the city, and then gradually stopped.

At this point, the Holy Light cultists who participated in this war were seven or eight times dead, and the elite of the Holy Light Cult accumulated in Bretonia for a hundred years was wiped out, and the city was full of blood, and the originally clean and neat streets were covered with blood, and the corpses of priests in holy robes were everywhere. At the same time, the fierce fighting will inevitably hurt some innocent people - not all civilians have withdrawn from the city, and there are always some disasters that have fallen from the sky. For a while, the blood in Dragon City was bloody, and the cry was shocking, and it was unbearable.

The nature of war is cruel, and no one will be surprised by this scene, because if the winner of this battle is the Holy Light Sect, they will not be soft on the defenders of Dragon City, and they will definitely set off a great purge. Therefore, even though many people are unbearable about this massacre, it is inconvenient to say more.

For example, the former Archbishop Rowan, who was in a very awkward situation, fell into deep contradictions.

As a former archbishop, he originally belonged to the camp of the Church, but later revealed his identity as a member of the Xunshan Hermitage and became a mortal enemy of the Holy Light Cult. In line with the principle that the enemy of the enemy is a friend, in the final stage of the slaughter, the Dragon City Guardians never aimed at Luo Wan. Of course, this is also related to Luo Wan's good relationship with the Dragon City Guardian for decades, and in the entire city, Luo Wan's reputation is very good, even if it is the Dragon City Guard, he is unwilling to attack such an old man.

But for Rowan himself, it was difficult to accept this leniency, because there were too many people who died. As the regional archbishop, Rowan has always regarded the believers of Dragon City as his own children. But now, these children are all corpses.

Did they do something wrong? No, because they never had a choice, and when the Faceless Ones were so powerful, they could not be expected to resist directly, and when the war began, everyone was helpless.

They did nothing wrong, but they died. And can this be said to be the fault of the Dragon City Guard? Obviously not, they are actually more innocent than the Light Cultists. The Divine Judgment Holy Sword fell from the sky, and then the legions of the Holy Light Sect surrounded the military camp area, from beginning to end, did the Dragon City Guardian have a choice?

It must be blamed, the Faceless One is naturally the culprit, and it is a great dereliction of duty for him, the archbishop, to fail to protect everyone.

And what qualifications does such a dereliction of duty have to survive?

In fact, Archbishop Rowan contemplated suicide at one point, and despite the strict prohibition of the teachings of the Cult of Light, he had no choice in despair.

However, a certain young man who claimed to be the spokesperson of the saint found him, and with just one sentence, he dispelled his thoughts, a good novel:.

"Your life is no longer your own, if you feel guilty, use your old age to do something practical to atone for your sins."

Death is just an escape, and living bravely can better face the dead...... Luo Wan sighed, and finally had nothing to say.

Except for Rowan, everyone needs to face the rest of life bravely. After a vicious battle, both sides can be said to have lost both, although the Dragon City Guardians won, but the losses are not much better than those of the Holy Light Sect, only half of the people survived, and many of them have lost the ability to fight forever.

The entire Dragon City also suffered huge losses, and countless buildings were destroyed in the war at the end of the battle - many Holy Light Cultists defended the danger, and the Dragon City Defenders' way of dealing was to directly demolish and relocate the buildings along with them. In the process, civilians were inevitably injured as well.

That night, Bedwell floated in the air, wordlessly overlooking his city, which was now in ruins, but ...... The work of the last few decades seems to have been done in vain.

"But, in the end, it was won." Bedwell closed his eyes, "What a dream victory, I never even thought about what to do next. ”

"Ha Lu Ha." A hearty laugh rang out beside Bedwell, "The next step, of course, is to continue the victory until Bretonia is reunited and the Holy Light Church is completely expelled from the city."

After a long day of calming down, Bedwell already had extremely high immunity to bold words, not to mention that the person who spoke was not the monarch he was determined to serve, but just a mysterious Kyushu monk.

So Bedwell didn't have much respect either: "It's easy to say, the Holy Light Cult won't give up easily, the next battle may break out at any time, and we only have tired soldiers, looking around, and we don't even have an ally." ”

This battle was indeed a miraculous victory, but the situation that followed was even more perilous, and the church suffered heavy losses that had not been seen in thousands of years. Even if they are in a deep situation with the city-states in the east at this time, they will definitely allocate their energy to deal with the rebellion in Dragon City.

Compared to the Dragon City, which is in ruins and has almost no strength to fight again, the resources in the hands of the Holy Light Sect are much richer, and after a hundred years of operation, most of the powerful forces in the land of Bretonia have connections with the Holy Light Sect, as long as they promise enough benefits, with the prestige and credibility of the first church in the mainland, there will naturally be people who are willing to be their pawns.

These jackals alone who could become lackeys of the church made Bedwell not take it lightly. What's more, Dragon City is too rich, whether it is equipment and classics for professionals, or gold and silver treasures for ordinary people, the accumulation of Dragon City is far beyond the reach of other cities. Now that both sides are losing under the big war, it is simply a naked temptation.

"Now if we are a little careless, it is a situation of attacking in groups, and we haven't even dealt with our own affairs yet."

After a fierce battle, in addition to silently licking his wounds, Long Cheng also has to face a critical problem, Shi

In the fierce battle of the previous day, the Dragon City Guards were basically united, except for a few people who were coerced by the Holy Light Sect's family and defected, most of them burst out with amazing cohesion. But that was an instinctive reaction to self-preservation at a critical juncture, and when the war ended and the crisis was resolved, contradictions were inevitably exposed.

The treacherous situation faced by Dragon City can be seen by anyone who cares, and now the Dragon City Guardian can be said to have escaped death, but no one wants to die again......

"The cultivation grace of Dragon City will be repaid in today's battle. Next, is it necessary for us to continue to tie up to Long Cheng and wait for death? ”

"It's just that I've just gone out of the city to investigate, and the armies of other cities have already begun to slowly assemble. Seriously, I don't think we'll be able to fight any longer. ”

Voices like this quickly spread within Dragon City, shaking the hearts of the army. At the same time, it was also a haunting night for ordinary people in Dragon City.

In the city, the blood stain has not disappeared, the murderous aura of the Dragon City guards is still there, and the religious district, the cathedral of the Holy Light Sect, is dim. Outside the city, I don't know how many forces are eyeing each other, although the war is over, it may break out again at any time, and other book friends are watching:. The air inside the city is filled with a palpitating smell.

At this time, someone needs to come forward to stabilize people's hearts and suppress the situation.

Aya stood in the square in the middle of Dragon City, and at her feet, a tall tower that had been pulled up out of thin air by a spell made her condescending and had a panoramic view of the entire city.

The bleak atmosphere in Dragon City is also clear at a glance. In this regard, Aya only spoke lightly, and her voice resounded inside and outside Dragon City.

"One hundred and fifty years ago, it was here that I used to ...... My father, who had led his own army, fought for the coming battle of the Queen. His opponent is the largest and most powerful lord of Bretonia, the barbarian lord has many evil deeds and the people's resentment is boiling, but he colludes with foreign races, has great power, and has a great army. However, my father's army had just gone through three fierce battles and suffered heavy losses, and it had become a tired army. ”

The clear and cold voice, like the cold wind of the night blowing through the heart, people can't help but forget the troubles in their hearts, focus their attention on the voice on the high platform, listen to the girl's speech, at this time people have already known the identity of the blonde girl, the legendary knight king who has been dead for more than a hundred years...... daughter.

Holding the sword in the stone, he inherits the will of the previous king, the heir to the royal power of Bretonia. These glittering titles don't really soothe people's hearts, and in the face of a looming crisis, a king who is about to fade into oblivion pales in the face of a looming crisis, after all, she is only a weak-looking little girl who fell into a deep sleep shortly after slaying the Faceless.

Then, at last, the little girl woke up and was ready to speak in front of everyone?

Although this was not a good time to listen to the story, when Aya spoke, the Dragon City guards couldn't help but be interested. For most of them, the knight-king's twelve battles to unify Bretonia were just a sentence in the story, but the specifics were not very clear. And in people's cognition, the invincible knight king is naturally advancing all the way, and there is no enemy under him, but at this time, it sounds like the knight king was in a desperate situation before the last battle?

In fact, the situation one hundred and fifty years ago was indeed a desperate situation, when the knight king conquered the dragon city with three successive victories and led the army to rest in the city, at this time, the barbarian lord, who had always been entrenched in the corner of Bretonia, took advantage of the fire to loot and put forward the condition of dividing the world equally, if not, the barbarian army would flood the dragon city and destroy the knight king. At that time, the Knight King's available soldiers were nearly ten times different from those of his opponents.

On the high platform, Aya has no joy or sorrow, and tells her story from another perspective.

That night, his barracks was also filled with all kinds of voices, the undercover agents infiltrated by the barbarian lords were walking in fear, the soldiers who were attached to them because of the blindness were panicked, the veterans of the successive battles were shaken, the newly surrendered Dragon City was watching coldly, and even the Knights of the Round Table began to quarrel. Fornication, retreat, and temporary avoidance of the edge, as if there is an abyss ahead, and you can't advance an inch. ”

Hearing this, many people felt the same way and began to talk about it, because if they were to change to themselves, if they learned that the opponent had ten times the number of troops, they would also hesitate and fear, just like ...... It's the same now. In the face of an opponent of equal strength, it is courage, two or three times, it is suspected of recklessness, and more than ten times is simply self-defeating

So how did the knight king solve the problem at that time? Ten times as strong an enemy... Is it by what means to delay the opportunity, rest and recuperate, and then press the army?

Although people also know very well that with the character of a knight king, he will never easily compromise with the enemy, let alone a barbarian lord who believes in evil demons and kills people, but what can he do if he does not compromise? If the situation at that time was really as bad as Aya said, there would be no chance of winning the head-on battle, and unconsciously, people were deeply attracted by Aya's story of just a few words and began to bring it in.

Perhaps, this story is really too immersive.

Looking at the countless pairs of blank eyes under the high platform, Aya gently raised her head and hid her gaze full of emotion.

One hundred and fifty years have passed, but everything seems to be just yesterday, and the situation is exactly the same.

Restraining the agitation in her heart, Aya slowly spoke, her voice with a faint majesty that made her heart palpitate.

"Who are we? Is it a wandering wild dog? Or a scavenging vulture? Is it a cockroach stalking in the sewers? Or a rat with a rickety body in the shadows? No, we are proud lions, warriors blessed by the Bredon dragons, knights of Bretonia who will always stand in the land of glory, our code is unity, courage, we would rather bend than bend, we will never negotiate with the demons, we will never bow to the wilderness, because if we discard our code, we will betray all the friends who have blessed us and guarded us, and we will turn our backs on those comrades who paved the road to victory with their lives in the past wars, because we promised them, and even more promised ourselves, I will always face forward and move forward, even if there is an abyss under my feet."

"But, my knights, do not be timid, let not despair, for under our feet is the glorious road to victory, we are the masters of the destiny of Bretonia, the light of the sword in the stone guides us forward, the earth is our shield, the sky is our armor, the wind and thunder are our weapons, knights, cross the abyss, and there is an endless smooth road ahead"

In the Dragon City, Aya's shouts continued to reverberate, and as time passed, it gradually turned into a low hum in the silence, stirring in people's hearts, and other book friends were reading:.

Even though a hundred and fifty years have passed since the story, and today's Dragon City Guardians are not the knights with firm faith under the command of the Knight King, similar feelings continue to pour out of people's hearts. As the same people of Bretonia, there will always be a similar ingredient in their blood.

It was a thirst for glory. Once upon a time, the development of the Holy Light Cult in Bretonia was in full swing, and a large number of priests and paladins from foreign countries poured into this place to make a fortune, but they were still tolerated by the Bretonians. It's not that after the Knight King left, people subconsciously wanted to find something to fill the void. However, it was only at this time that people discovered that although the Holy Light Sect was more powerful and larger, and had its own light, it was nothing compared to the shining light of the Knight King.

The spirit of desperation for the sake of the code in their hearts is the glory they really desire, and for this, they do not hesitate to die

Of course, one hundred and fifty years later, even if they are not familiar with history, people know that the result of that battle was the victory of the knight king, and the heroic sacrifice of the knights was not in vain, in exchange for the unprecedented high degree of unity of Bretonia, but people are still impatient to listen to Aya finish this story.

"In that battle, my father took the lead, and the sword in the stone smashed the eight witch doctors of the barbarian tribe and beheaded the barbarian lord in front of the battle. The morale of the Knights of the Round Table is like a rainbow, and they break through the enemy formation, and the momentum is like a bamboo. The battle lasted three days and three nights, and the knights burned their lives and souls until the last moment, slaying ten times as many enemies as they were. Three days later, the whole army cheered and celebrated the victory"

Underneath the high platform are countless pairs of shining eyes.

Standing on the high platform, Aya had clearly felt that the city seemed to be burning with raging flames, so she held the sword in the stone high, and a golden pillar of light rose into the sky, shaking the dragon city as bright as day.

"One hundred and fifty years ago, my father cut through the endless darkness and despair with the sword in the stone, and established the unprecedented feats of Bretonia, today, the sword in the stone is still guiding our path to victory At this moment, I can clearly hear the cry of the sword in the stone, victory is ahead, and it will always be in front of usThe darkness around us is not a destination, the afterglow in the city is not a destination, our destiny is only to move forward, overcome thorns and thorns, and cut out a thousand feet of light."

"Someone asked, what's ahead? What are we fighting for? The warriors of a hundred and fifty years ago, even in the deepest desperate situation, had a clear and firm conviction that they believed in chivalry, that Bretonia would definitely move towards unification and prosperity. And now, in the face of the fragmented land, in the face of the aggressive aggression of the Holy Light Cult, I would say that this is the abyss we are going to cross, this is the powerful enemy we are about to face."

"I am the daughter of a knight king, and I have the same belief in my heart as the previous king, and I firmly believe that this land is the land of the Bretonians, the land of chivalry."

Aya's voice was like a strong wind, like a tsunami, and the passionate emotions swept through everyone's heart.

"In the name of the sword in the stone, I declare that the battle for the restoration of Bretonia is hereby opened, and that whatever stands in our way will be crushed, and we will surely tread the ladder of victory to the other side of glory and eternity

"Bretonia, long live"

"Bretonia, long live"

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