Ye Hua slowly looked at the stars that fell from the wind and snow, the silver brilliance, as bright as flowers, it fell layer by layer. He stretched out his hand and gently pressed the leather finger cuff against the tail feathers of the long arrow.

In the flowing wind, the snowflakes are just like a fine layer of powder, floating with soft feathers. But the other hand, covered with a white frost-smeared, metal glove, reached out from behind and held his hand down.

Ye Hua stopped his movements and turned around.

Two lights cut through the snowy wind, outlining the tall structure behind it, reflecting the flying snow foam that shot straight into the darkness ahead. Ye Hua looked at the starry face covered with wind and snow, and the latter's determined gaze fell on him, and he shook his head lightly.

"It's not time yet, Ye Hua."

"Star, let go."

"Ye Hua, believe me, I haven't been carried away by revenge."

The wind was howling.

Fang Yu felt that he was falling, and sank into a groggy darkness, but he knew that it was the wind and snow that had blocked the sun and covered everything.

Her Royal Highness the Princess, the three giant heads incarnated by Deska, and the girl in black all disappeared at this moment. All he could see was a mist of snow, a bitter cold wind, and a huge shadow floating past the chaos - it was a tentacle.

But soon, the tentacles also disappeared -

The silver flame in his eyes was fading, as if he had lost his power. He thought, has Her Royal Highness succeeded? But nothing has changed around you, or has it failed?

Fang Yu took a light breath and looked at the white mist he exhaled, which was blown to pieces by the wind in an instant.

He tried his best, and perhaps Her Royal Highness the Celestial Princess did his best, and he suddenly felt a little tired, but that tiredness did not arise from the body, but from the world of the mind.

What else could he do?

Fang Yu thought of his Dragon Soul Miss.

"Miss Tata, do we still have a chance?" He called in his heart.

But the goblin didn't answer, just for a moment, she suddenly looked in one direction.

Behind the snow wind there, another silver light suddenly broke through the rolling snowflakes and met Fang Yuan's eyes.

He subconsciously turned his head.

He saw a dragon, a silver dragon, spreading its wings and flying towards him.

He almost thought he had seen Ann Lothor, but it was actually Margaret, the Queen of the Dragon; The massive dragon-shaped structure was spreading its wings and swooping in this direction, then gently catching him with its flat, broad back.

A roaring voice came from inside the cold metal machine, "Hold on, little one. ”

"Lady Margaret?"

"I'd rather you call me Alesha," the voice replied with a roar, and the queen looked up at the clouds with crystal eyes, "I'll take you up, but can you still find a way to deal with Deska?" ”

Fang Yu was a little silent.

But the next moment, there seemed to be a throbbing in his heart.

Somewhat incredulously, he gently placed his hand on his chest, where an incomparably brilliant light suddenly pierced the snow wind. The cyan brilliance was like a dream.

He seemed to hear a voice:

"Kid, help me."

The voice was like Afifa's.

But he blinked slightly, and suddenly felt a hint of surprise.

……

A ray of sunlight broke through the heavy dark clouds.

Outside the Kashan Palace, the city seemed to be boiling all at once, and the noise even passed through the palm grove and into the hall. Alepf, who was frowning, involuntarily straightened up and looked in that direction.

The palace door was pushed open with a bang, and a excited Seychelle walked in from outside, looking up at the future crown prince, the old man opened his mouth, but he couldn't speak for the first time.

He paused for a moment, took a breath, and then said:

"They're back!"

What caught the eyes of the exhausted guards on the palace wall was the silver torrent of the forest, the silver armor, the brown robe, the halberd of the forest, and the sun shining on the axe blade.

The knights appeared on the other side of the inner city, crossing the opening of the tower that the sand thieves had opened earlier, and they seemed to be standing in the sky there, forming a thin line of bright silver above the head of the outer city.

And a tall figure appeared beside the knights.

Erna stood up from the ground with her tattered outfit in her tatters, and wiped her goggles vigorously to make sure she wasn't mistaken. But suddenly, her mouth opened.

It's them back.

Ravali was already in tears, and when the scimitar in her hand fell on the city, she bit her lip, turned her head, and wiped the corner of her eye with the back of her hand.

The tall Count Nurman was looking back at the knights beside him, he was a little silent, in front of him was a mess of Questak, the crumbling Kashan Palace, his daughter whose fate was uncertain.

It's the evil force that is born in mid-air, the dark god that is being born, the monsters that fly in the sky, and the twisted creatures that are like a sea of tides on the ground.

But he was silent and pulled down his mask, pulled out his scimitar from between its sheaths, and pointed forward.

Silent, but as if speaking the words of his heart—

'Go, my children. I ask you to save my daughters as if they were your own. ’

'Go, young people, I ask you to save the king's son as he saved the son of the Ishtani. ’

'Go and save everyone here today, or die in battle on this land, and we will rest our heads on the blade as if we were sleeping.' ’

'The Istani fought for honor, and so do today. ’

As described in the Psalms, in the great wars of yesteryear.

The knights moved in rows, and they were leveling their spears, like mercury in the ground, pouring down from the gap in the ruins of the tower, from the edge of the people's vision.

Above the dark, distorted sea of creatures, the flag of the Istanians marched slowly.

Everyone saw it.

"Your Majesty is back!"

I don't know who shouted the first time, and the successive cheers resounded in the sky.

"It's Your Majesty back!"

The sound from afar reached the back of the inner court.

Deran listened to the voice and looked back. The girl beside her was leaning weakly on the huge chair, tilting her head, lowering her eyelids, and her thick eyelashes motionless.

Her skin was as pale as a snowflake, and she was as quiet as a dream, and she was falling into a deep sleep, and no one could wake up. The huge chair resembles a throne on which a pure and flawless princess sleeps.

Until the sound of soft footsteps seemed to separate the crowd.

There was a lot of discussion among the ministers, but they all fell into silence.

Babaltan, dressed in a cloak stained with blood, walked out into the courtyard, and looked at the girl who had slept quietly, and a touch of tenderness flashed in his eyes.

He paused slightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing his daughter, took off his cloak and handed it to the waiter beside him. And his little daughter was standing aside, holding the wooden statue of her mother in her hand, blinking her eyes, and looking at the sleeping girl in front of her with some peculiarity.

She originally had some dissatisfaction and jealousy in her heart, for this girl named by her father, who had the same name as herself.

But she knew that her name was only from the queen mother whose memory was already a little blurred.

Looking at that quiet face, a strange feeling suddenly rose in the little princess's heart, the tip of her nose was faintly sour, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog.

That's her mother's face after all—

The memories of the past seemed to flow quietly into her heart.

Babaltan came softly to the maiden, and put his hand on her snowy forehead, and with a gentle movement, it seemed to caress his own daughter's face.

He didn't speak, but a voice came from behind him.

"Father," Alef also walked out of the back of the crowd with Seychelle, "Mr. Deresan has already told me, but Miss Afifa herself is not part of this mistake, and there is no need for her to sacrifice herself for anyone-"

"It's us who are really responsible for this," he paused, a little speechless for a moment, "I remember that you taught me from a young age to protect my brothers and sisters, not to mention that I am also an Istanian, and I have an obligation to protect this land." ”

"So, I'm also your son, allow me to replace Miss Afifa......"

But Babartan did not interrupt the other party as in the past, but looked at his eldest son, and after the other party finished speaking, he shook his head: "Alep, you are the future king of this land, do you know what kind of responsibility a king should fulfill?" ”

Alepf also retorted rarely: "But ......"

"Alepf," the Sand King's tone softened, "Derand didn't tell you that not every member of the Penelope royal family holds the key—"

"Rupert's mother, she has already arranged all this," replied Babaltan, turning back, "Go back, Alepf, and leave this place to me." ”

Alepf couldn't help but look at Deran, but Delan only looked at him silently. An indescribable look flashed in the eyes of His Royal Highness the Prince, but in the end, he could only sigh, turn around, and walk out of the crowd.

Babaltan silently watched everyone walk out of the courtyard.

Finally, his eyes fell on his little daughter, squatted down, and gently stroked the braid on the back of her head: "Afifa, you can go too......"

"Father......" The little princess looked at him with some unease, although she was willful and still simple, she heard something from the conversation between her father and her brother.

She always felt that after she left, she might lose something forever, and looking at the sleepless girl on the bench, she couldn't help but cry a little in her tone: "You, are you going to leave me and my sister behind......?" ”

The King of Sand asked gently, "Why do you think so, my daughter?" ”

But the little princess was speechless with tears in her eyes.

The king looked at his little daughter, and suddenly understood what had come, he sighed softly, and couldn't help but blink the corners of his eyes.

He gently wiped away the tears from his daughter's cheeks with his hand, and replied with rare tenderness: "I'm sorry, Afifa, ten years ago, I didn't take good care of your mother. ”

"I'm sorry I didn't fulfill my responsibilities as a father and a husband."

"But for ten years, it will come to an end," he said with tears in his eyes, "this is my promise to your mother, her last blessing to you—"

He patted his youngest daughter on the shoulder, then stood up, "Father—" Afifa cried in the back.

But the two knights had already come up and 'gently' invited the little princess out. Barbartan turned and looked at Deran, the only thing left in the courtyard.

"Your Majesty." Delan looked at him, a glimmer of unbearability flashed in his eyes, and opened his mouth slightly.

"Her choice of you as a knight is a testament to her vision," Barbartan began, "and you have always been faithful to your duty, and for ten years, not a day has ever wavered. ”

"Teresa, I am ashamed of the House of Amuibn and of you and your brother, but after today, Alef will give you everything you deserve—"

He reached to his chest and took out a sparkling gem from there and placed it in front of Derean. The brilliant brilliance on the gem reflected in the depths of the eyes of the two.

The light is as green as a dream.

"That's what I agreed with her, Deran."

"You know."

"That fragment, in fact, has more than one owner."

……

"Miss Afifa, ...... she?"

Fang Yu was unexpectedly listening to the voice in his heart.

It was an extremely gentle voice, but between the soft words, you could hear a trace of reason and confidence, "Child, that little girl is extremely weak, she is burning her will to help us, otherwise you may not even hear my voice......"

"We're running out of time. Kid, you want to save Afifa, right? ”

Fang Yuan's heart sank slightly, and he looked at the lingering wind and snow, and a tentacle that was pressing down from above. The dragon queen carried him to one side, staggering past the tentacles.

He couldn't help but ask, "But Her Royal Highness the princess ...... she?" ”

"Star is telling you the right way, kid...... It's just Rupert that can't kill the incarnation of Deska-"

"Is there a difference?"

The voice calmed down, and suddenly said softly:

"Son, you should have learned from Rupert what happened ten years ago...... After that attack, Babartan put my soul into a gem—"

"And that gem is, of course, the Emerald Star...... That was my agreement with him, and we tried to find out from these fragments the Numerin Elves the way to forge the Radiance......"

"But I failed...... The world I found behind the emerald light is not actually the gateway to the fabled Third World......"

"Kid, you've guessed all of this, right?"

Fang Yu nodded slightly.

Since Ye Hua told him the truth of everything before, he actually knew the answer - that, the real reason why the blind followers attacked Her Royal Highness the Princess's biological mother ten years ago.

The princess found her way to 'that world' in the light of the jewels. And 'that world' is exactly what the blind followers have been searching for for hundreds of years but have not been able to find - the world after Descartes' long sleep.

The Emerald Star, a fragment from the verdant greenery of the Calamity Star, contains the origin of the dark power, and the cultists want to rely on it to find the dark saints lost after the war.

And Princess Rupert's biological mother, in the case of crooked beating, on the road to seek the brilliance of the firmament, inadvertently discovered the 'grave' of Descartes in that empty and dead world.

A premeditated attack arrives silently, and only the princess is killed, but under the desperate protection of Deresa, the Emerald Star is left on the scene.

This was where it all began.

The soft voice suddenly asked, "Child, your name is Eddard, right?" Ed, have you ever heard of an ancient prophecy about this sea of sand? ”

Fang Yu suddenly thought of the legend of the Dragon Village. "Is it about the Dark Dragon?"

His hands were gripping Margaret's back tightly as the dragon queen pulled up from the air, through the heavy tentacles, and rushed out of the snow.

"It's the same, and the old enemy will return...... But that legend is much more than just the one that circulates among the Oath Keepers......"

“…… The prophecy says that one day the star of evil will return to Aitalia, and Descartes, the god of the blind followers, will return to the land, and when that day comes, the vengeful tyrant will take all that the Istanians have. ”

Fang Yu couldn't help but think of the present.

Is Descartes finally coming back from darkness, as described in this ancient prophecy?

And the voice continued, "Ed, Babartan sealed my soul in that fragment, and as an opportunity, he summoned the Blind Followers, and created a maiden out of them—"

"Do you understand the reason for all this?"

Fang Yu was suddenly stunned.

"It's ......"

"That's what Barbartan and I are looking for, Mr. Eddard...... Because there is no prophecy that can decide the fate of the Istanians......"

"The ancient king of this desert will definitely pursue its future and distant ......"

"The Istanians never give up when they learn."

The Blind Followers searched for the Emerald Star.

Because it contains the secret of the resurrection of their god, the evil god Deska. But do they really know what Babaltan is doing by sealing his wife's soul in this crystal?

The shard was supposed to have only one owner.

And now in this spiritual world, there is a second soul imprint.

He couldn't help but think back to the previous question: Did Barbartan, the King of Sands, really know all this? Know all this about the secrets behind this world?

At that time, Ye Hua nodded.

Now, of course, there is only one answer left.

That mark may be destined to change something.

"So what should we do now?"

"Little one," the dragon queen said in a low roar, "hold on." ”

Fang Yu raised his head and looked at the dense clouds in the sky. And the voice in his heart paused for a moment, and then opened his mouth again:

"Find a way to break the incarnation of Deska—"

"Under normal circumstances, Descartes holds the power of the world, and no one will be its opponent."

"But this time, I will help you, that little girl is almost to the limit, I will give you half of the power of this world at a critical time, you must seize that moment."

"Kid, do you understand?"

Fang Yu didn't answer, but a resolute light flashed under his dark eyes.

He placed his hand lightly on Margaret's back.

……

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