"Ferrante, are you sure?"

"I'm sure!"

On the side of the light mirror, Alena frowned, thinking about whether to accede to Ferrante's request.

Ferrante had just told Sears what had happened, and the plot of the evil god had indeed been stopped, and Ferrante found the body of the dead unknown Madison in the hall.

The Aeolus Pope is dead, the Nameless Fire of Sears nearly destroys the headquarters of the Aeolus Church, and the mysterious Della is missing.

In Ferrante's description, Della and the El seem to have the same teacher, and have strange powers that are completely different from those of the gods.

This kind of power is not weaker than divine magic in the slightest, but it is unknown to the church, and even the headquarters of the Aeolian Church was destroyed, what if the other party's target is the Church of Light?

So Ferrante asked to stay in Honoris and continue to investigate the matter, but Alena knew that it was one thing to investigate the mysterious Della, and it was more about taking advantage of the great disaster suffered by the Aeolum Church, Ferrante wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue, to put it bluntly, Sophia still couldn't let go of her hatred for the Aeolian Church.

"Ferrante, your father ascended the throne, and your eldest brother has begun to make moves in the south, the form within the empire...... The church can't send more people, only the church knights and clergy in Naxi Province can be mobilized with full power, and as for the imperial border guards, it's up to your father to decide. ”

"Enough. The corners of Ferrante's mouth curled, and she said something else to Alena before waving her hand to close the magic light mirror.

This is a magic technique researched by Alena, even if the two are thousands of miles apart after use, it seems to be communicating face-to-face, which is very convenient and magical, but the consumption can be called terrifying.

Ferrante walked out of the tent after finishing the conversation, they were really confused about what happened last night, Ferrante couldn't figure out why Madison died, and why the headquarters of the Aeolian Church burned all night.

Not far away, Sophia was training with her men, while Ferrante leaned against the tent and watched quietly.

"If the eldest brother can break out of his own power in the hands of those dukes in the south, then he and his father will definitely not give up, the two of them have completely different concepts. ”

Ferrante shook his head, this was one of the reasons why he didn't want to go back, his family was messed up enough, maybe he was outside, whether it was for the church or everyone else.

Regarding Ferrante's presence at the border, Alena sent someone into the palace to inform Rono, and received a reply that some of the Imperial defenders could be mobilized, but only in the province of Naxi.

Alena felt that this was reasonable, and although Rono intended to support his second son Ferrante, most of his forces would be used to restrain the forces in the south.

At this point, because of the incident of the Aeolus Church, Honoris was greatly damaged, his faith was on the verge of collapse, the people in the country were panicked, and Walton II was at a loss because Madison, the biggest backer, was gone, and the whole person was at a loss.

In the end, the dukes in the south of Kaiadir refused to recognize Rono, formed an alliance and decided not to obey the orders of the new royal family, and Kaiadir was divided into two in name only.

The only thing that could affect both sides was the church, but Alena still had that attitude, forbidding the church to have any contact with either side except for the poor who had taken refuge.

In just one winter, the two most powerful empires of mankind in the North Continent have been turned upside down.

And Ferrante, after getting Alenna's affirmation, almost all the knights and imperial defenders in Naxi Province were mobilized, and the lone army went deep into Honoris, and when the country was in the most chaotic, he stabbed him in the waist.

By this time, Brandi in the Southern Continent had returned to the orc's main city, and a steady stream of ore and materials had been transported to the dwarven kingdom to craft armor and weapons.

In this regard, the reaction of the meeting of the thirteen clans was very strong, but with the support of the great shaman of the werewolf clan, Brandi argued with reason, stated the interests and disadvantages, and used the layout of many years to draw a big pie for the people in the meeting, which suppressed the orcs' opinions on doubling the ore output.

Orcs are in armor, and everything is going according to Brandy's plan, except for Butterfly.

"Brandi. ”

It's early spring, although the weather is better, but it's still not warm, Brandy, who is covered in dark wounds, is roasting by the fire, looking up at the butterfly who walks in, silent.

Brandi's body is still wearing the animal skin cloak of the year, but the butterfly has grown up, I don't know if it's because he has a human father, compared to other butterfly people, the facial features are closer to humans.

Butterfly's delicate face did not have the immaturity of many years ago, and she also walked to Brandi's side in silence and took off the long sword behind her back.

Brandi's fire-burning hand trembled, and he looked at the golden mark on his sword, thinking that the day had come.

"Do you have to go?"

"But what am I doing here?"

"Butterfly ......"

"Brandi, I've been following you for so many years, but I still love the feeling of the sea. ”

"I know......" Brandi nodded.

Of course he knew that Die'er's heart had never been here, and when she followed her, she still thought that Ira and she were friends, and if she was there, Ira might come back.

But after so many years, Die'er is no longer a little girl who lives by fantasy and expectation.

"Die'er, not only you, but I have also been looking for him for a long time, but the orc thirteen clans have no news of him, maybe he has ......"

"Brandi, I'm not leaving because of Ira, I really want to see the sea again, besides, I've been away from my father for a long time......"

Brandi silently withdrew her hand from the fire, got up with a wooden cane and walked in front of Butterfly, the terrifying face reflected in Butterfly's eyes, but she was not afraid at all.

"Is it worth it, Brandy?"

Brandi was stunned for a moment, and reached out to the top of Bidie's head, just to his chin.

"You've grown a lot taller, you were only on my chest before. ”

Butterfly didn't speak.

"Give it to me. Brandi took the sword, "You can go all the way northeast, remember the first time we met the nezumi tribe? It's on the coast, there's a sea ship there." ”

Butterfly suddenly looked up at Brandi, her lips moving, but she didn't say anything.

Brandi smiled: "It's been more than ten years, and I've only prepared this for you, I think it should be a pretty good gift." ”

Brandi shook his head, turned around with his long sword and walked to the bed, with his back to Die'er, "Let's go, you are here, I still can't let go of my hands and feet after all, don't worry, I won't call the orcs to die." ”

"Brandi......" Butterfly's eyes suddenly turned red, she looked at this somewhat rickety man, but she could no longer find a trace of the original shadow on the Tiger Shark.

"We're friends, aren't we?"

“...... Be. Butterfly blinked her moist eyes and stood there for a long time, before finally turning around and leaving the room without looking back.

A fast horse was ready, and Butterfly seemed to be afraid of something, and before she had time to check the luggage on the horse's back, she turned over and galloped away from the city.

Listening to the sound of the horse's hooves, Brandi clutched the long sword that the butterfly had carried for more than ten years, and endured the cold wind blowing in outside the door.

Suddenly, Brandi threw down his sword and limped to the door with a wooden staff in hand.

"Butterfly......" The hoarse voice was scattered in the cold wind, and there was still a butterfly.

At this moment, Brandi is a little confused, who is living in fantasy and expectation, he or Butterfly.

The cold wind blew his beard, and Brandi looked in the direction where the butterfly had left for a long, long time, until the early spring sky was again drifting a little snowflake, and then gradually retracted his gaze.

The snow and fog were in the air, and Brandi put on his hood, hunched over, and walked towards the orc council with a wooden staff, and the strange raven stood on his shoulder, making an indistinct cry.

......

......

By the time Butterfly arrived at the nezumi tribe, it was already a few months later, the weather near the north was already very warm, and she had gone from being alone at the beginning to a small team now.

Humans have an endless stream of adventurers who die in all kinds of fancy ways, and orcs also have pioneers who put adventure and exploration before life, but it is not as obvious as humans in this regard.

So along the way, she gathered a lot of companions, most of whom were orcs who wanted to go to sea, but because they were inland, they couldn't do it.

This rat tribe was originally called the forgotten tribe by the old shaman, and Butterfly now knows why, but the old shaman has died.

Led by the new shaman of the tribe, Die'er and his party came to the shore, only to see a huge three-masted ship quietly docked on the shore, which seemed to have been completed for a while.

"Brandi......" Butterfly looked at the ship and was silent for a moment, then led the group aboard the ship.

Die'er first assigned a place to everyone according to the arrangement on the road, and she walked up to the second deck alone, paddling all the way across the side of the boat with her palm, and finally holding on to the rudder.

"Big sister, the cabin is full of fresh water and food!" someone shouted below.

"From today onwards, shout Captain!"

"Yes, Captain!"

Butterfly nodded, took a deep breath of the sea breeze, the familiar smell spread throughout her body, and looking at the vast and boundless sea in front of her, she pulled out the scimitar made in the dwarven kingdom at her waist and swung it forward.

"Everybody's in place! Jackdaw! Sail! Set sail!"

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