The appearance of the two people made the entire hall burst into an unprecedented craze, and everyone cheered and saluted the two supreme leaders of the rebel army, even the most serious generals on weekdays, at this time, their faces were full of red light, clutching the military hats they had taken off, and staring at the two with burning eyes.

The two who liberated the world, Misri and Greenfield, were the focal point of the entire celebration dinner.

In accordance with seniority, Misri spoke first. His speech was as uplifting as ever, and Green stood aside, smiling at his partner, waiting for his words to be greeted with warm applause, and eye contact with him, before it was his turn to take the stage. Everyone has their own habits, and Green is the same, whether it is mobilization or propaganda of the spirit of the rebel army, he always plays on the spot, and says whatever comes to mind, and this time is no exception - because the effect is indeed good, when all the carefully prepared things finally become one, and the plan turns from a fantasy of planning into reality, the excitement in his heart will not be less than that of any one, such emotions are from the heart and outward, and every word is naturally impassioned. Facing the thousands of generals in the hall and the countless soldiers outside the hall, Green talked eloquently with a fiery heart, and looked at everyone through the space.

His speech was not long, but the last words were not yet finished, and the cathedral, and the camp was joined by an explosion, and after a few seconds of indistinct and chaotic cheers, all voices became a unified chant, a mixture of two names, Misri and Greenfield.

But it is clear that there are far more people than Misri for his own shouting.

Green, who was bathing in the mountains, only felt a thrilling impact on his upper cheeks, which made his heart surge, and he subconsciously ignored the inappropriateness. His face flushed as he looked at the crowd below. He could name everyone in his sight, and looking at their smiling faces full of happiness and joy, a sense of satisfaction quickly filled his heart.

That's what he's been fighting for all his life.

In this life, it's worth it.

"Old friend?"

Misri walked over and called softly. Green snapped back to his senses. Only then did I remember that it should be the time for the two of them to walk off the high platform and toast with everyone, and I forgot about it in a trance. Apologizing, Green turned and stepped off the platform, stripped off his outermost heavy fluffy coat and handed it to the attendant, and walked into the main hall with Misri.

As the leader of the rebel army, and even the actual leader of the entire Cabez continent, Green and Misley naturally don't have to toast and light cigarettes one by one like the newlyweds who married in the future, obviously being the focus of the scene. And they did. Carrying an exquisitely crafted crystal burgundy cup, it was advancing at an extremely slow pace along the route leading to the main gate of the main hall, and it was natural that countless people would flock to them on both sides to toast the two of them—after all, it was the coveted honor of every member of the rebels.

"Hahaha, you guys really look like brothers!"

Of course, the positions are different in different identities, and the closest to the front is a figure at the level of the marshal of the rebel army, and there is no doubt that he is naturally the leader of the Seven Chaos Wars who are famous all over the world. This heroic and unbridled laughter. Plus in this loud joke with the high door, it has always belonged to only one of them.

Hercules Kadoos.

"Then you should be honored. Our brave Hercules, your old friend Grimm has also accepted your request. Misri replied with a smile as he took his glass. Green followed, and his vision was filled with the half-giant-blooded giant-shaped man, who was half taller than the others, even if he sat on the ground.

"Our 'brothers' have given you a hand. No matter how you look at it, you have the biggest face among the gentlemen present. ”

Cadoos clutched a whole barrel of honey wine in his hand, and the laughter pierced through the noisy hall to the camp, and some of the recruits were so frightened by the laughter that they looked at each other, but the veterans next to him were drunk. A toast was made in the direction of the main hall. These soldiers, if not under the command of Cadoos, have been cared for countless times, and this burly giant is fierce and invincible on the battlefield, but he is also known for taking care of his companions, and he has saved even more rebel soldiers than he has killed.

"My king."

Emerging from the battle leaders was Lancelot, who had finally shed his black armor. He deliberately dressed up for this dinner, which made both Green and Misry feel awkward, but this was Lancelot's first appearance, and the leaders of the battle endured to hurt him, and of course the two were embarrassed to reveal it.

"Thank you to the two kings for leading us to victory, we ......"

Seeing that Lancelot was emotional, and was about to make a statement of allegiance to the death, Green hurriedly stopped him, "Compared to the two of us, you are the biggest hero, the rebel army is the best in the world, without you leading the troops to fight, there is no way to get to today, Misri and I should give you a drink." With that, the two of them raised their glasses in front of them and signaled to the six leaders of this circle.

"Respectfully, Kufrin."

Misri whispered, Green sluggish, nodded and repeated, "To Kuflin." ”

Eight people in a circle, drink it all.

Putting down the wine glass, the alcohol in the lower stomach soaked the nerves, and the eyes couldn't help but be a little foggy. Green looked at the six battle leaders, Hercules Cardoos, the knight of the lake, Lancelot, the two-headed dragon Siegfried, the bird Atalanta, the victim Angola, and the strongest refusal of the old and strong Endymion, and vaguely seemed to see the madman who got carried away as soon as he entered the fight, and grinned at himself. Despite his horrific smile, he felt so kind, as if Kufrin hadn't stayed on the battlefield forever, still following him and Mithri.

The previous ambition was complacent, but suddenly it became dim.

The body unconsciously moved forward, toasting and saluting as Misri and the other rebels returned, but Green's face could not be seen in front of him. Sometimes in a flash, I see a familiar figure, but I can't catch it, I know all of them, I remember the name, but I can't call it, I finally open my mouth, but what I say is a humble toast to others.

What's wrong with me?

His eyes were shaking, but to outsiders, the supreme leader of the rebel army was still smiling, and he walked steadily like another leader beside him.

What happened......

He tried to ask the misli beside him, but he could neither exclaim in surprise nor reach out to move, as if the whole person had been stripped of his body, and he had lost command of his limbs despite the remnants of consciousness.

Green watched as one after another passed in front of him with wine glasses, humble and respectful men, shy and adoring ladies, and ...... What else? The two little apprentices ran over and toasted around him, and Green tried to hold up a smile on his face, but he felt that he couldn't even mobilize his muscles.

The two of them ...... What's the name? Song...... What's the song...... Abalone...... No way...... Can't remember......

Can't remember.

So......

Who am I?

The sound disappeared from his ears, and Green looked at the mouths of everyone around him, and suddenly felt that everyone was so unfamiliar.

That's right, that's right, that's right......

I'm Greenfield, yes...... is the leader of the rebel army......

I remember, I remember that I traveled through time and space, and stayed for the cause of the rebels. I remember the first time I fought against the rebels, for the magical fortress that never falls, and Misri and I ...... Who is Misri? By the way, Misri was my friend - the best of all, we stormed the castle together, killed the owner of the castle at the time, and laid the foundation for all the success of the rebels.

And then what? And then what's coming?

Magic Fortress ...... Container...... Mask...... No, I joined the rebels and joined Misri in raising the banner of the uprising and fighting for the fate of countless bronze creatures. We launched surprise attacks on one high-bloodline city after another, freed our compatriots from being treated like slaves, and resisted the encirclement and suppression of the gold and silver armies again and again. Each defeat cost us dearly, but we survived and were not discouraged to return to the fight and bounce back in a different place.

Until the power of the rebel army spread throughout the continent.

The High Bloodlines were so proud that they never took the strength of the rebels seriously, and even when they sent elite troops to try to assassinate me and Misri, they underestimated our prowess countless times - both of us and the seven generals who were closely around us.

So we succeeded in the end.

The power of the rebel army is too large, and the high bloodline finally feels threatened, but it is too late to pay attention to it at this time, the guard army of each city has been attacked by us to varying degrees, even if it is gathered together, it has to bear a series of problems such as racial incompatibility and low tacit understanding, plus the high bloodline is not very peaceful, and the gods who lead the various departments are also engaged in a bloody battle, we took advantage of the chaos to launch an attack, and took the land that belonged to the Dark King at that time, and it is also the largest high-bloodline city in the entire Kabez continent.

Naturally, the name of the rebels resounded all over the world, and the gods began to pay attention to us.

In general, the gods are divided into two camps, good and evil, and compared to the former, the latter's attitude towards the rebels is extremely bad, after all, the boss of the evil camp is the Dark King, and he must be so angry that he jumped to his feet when he grabbed his territory. Soon the gods counterattacked, the rebels were at a disadvantage, the first battle with the gods, in the face of many gods in the good camp, the invincible generals fell into a bitter battle, even me and Misri, each could barely cope with one main god. In this war, we lost very completely, because the rebels not only failed to defeat the enemy, but were also attacked by the evil camp that had been ambushed, and suffered very heavy casualties.

In that battle, we lost Kuflin.

But...... There's one more thing I remember grieving even more, why? I can't remember the reason for my grief, only the name that appeared on the casualty list.

It was a young man.

What's his name?

…… I can't forget.

His name is Albert. (To be continued.) )