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The shouts of killing shook the heavens and the earth.

As if black feathered arrows obscured the sky, countless undead surged past her on the crimson earth, and it was impossible to tell whether it was the cry of human misery, despair, or anger behind her, Freya tried her best to turn back, but she couldn't move. Then the girl saw a knight wrapped in white phosphorus flames sitting on top of a skeletal war horse walking towards her, and the other party looked at her condescendingly, and she had to revisit it every night for the past week.

But the dream was so real that Freya was so nervous that she couldn't speak, staring at each other with wide eyes.

"You shouldn't have woken up, the fate of Valkyrie's descendants is too heavy," said the knight's hoarse voice, "don't take your own breath for unrealistic beliefs." ”

The knight raised his long sword: "Stand back, or you will have no way back!" The voice sounded like a stern warning, and its hand slammed forward, the cold blade of the sword piercing into her heart.

"Ahh She couldn't help but clutch her chest and gasp softly, this nightmare that had tormented her every day had been haunting her for some time, and Freya didn't know if it was some kind of omen or if it was too much pressure from the recent practice.

She felt her heart pound, but the sound of hurried footsteps in the hallway outside quickly overpowered the voice. The dim light made Freya realize that she had returned to reality, and that the footsteps outside were supposed to be the knights who were delivering the news...... Since the start of the war in the south, it seems that the number of people who pass on information every day has increased several times, and the large and small forces have been attracted by this sudden war for the time being, and even forget that the kingdom itself is also on the verge of civil war, because everyone knows that the dukes in the north will not drive Ampesel south until at least the snow and ice melt, and the war in Denel is more like what Overwell jokingly calls 'appetizers before dinner'.

This appetizer was not a great irony to the nobles of Eruin themselves, but the nobles seemed unimpressed, and waited happily to see how many teeth the tiger Denel had left. For most people, the question rests on how many teeth Count Denel has left, and of course, it is not that no one at the Royal Knight Academy believes that Brandor can win. At least Freya would nervously wait for news from the front every day.

The messenger walked through the long hallway and past the courtyard behind the dormitory, where news of the war was first delivered to Princess Griffiin. The half-elf princess coldly read the few lines on the thin parchment in her hand, and then put down the news that the army of Hippallas and the rebels had handed over had already arrived, but there was no substantial progress.

"A day or two in hand." Griffiin thought to herself, and she said to the messenger, "Make a few copies and give them to the other adults." ”

"Do you need to bring other adults over?"

"No need, there will be a competitive competition in the winter qin moon later, and a hunting event in the winter twilight, help me prepare, I want to see it for myself."

The messenger bowed out.

'Cunning Fox' Macaro couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle after reading the information in his hand. He wanted to put the information on the top of the stack of Wen Jiàn on the desk next to him, but after thinking about it, he stopped and retracted his original action, and walked out of his room with the thin piece of parchment.

With the information in hand, Macaro went straight to the residence of Count Violet, but was stopped by his subordinates and informed that his friend had gone to visit the arena of the athletic tournament.

The Winter Lyre Moon tournaments have a long history in Eruin and in the south of Cruz, with competitions in horsemanship, spearmanship, and swordsmanship, which are mainly used to prove the glory of the knights of various regions, and young people are enthusiastic about such activities, and the people can also satisfy their heroic complexes in such competitions. At the Royal Knight Academy, such events are even more significant, as students often compete fiercely for the crown of holly leaves in order to prove that they are the best knights of the year.

Preparations for the competition began in the early hours of the morning, and by the morning it was already crowded. However, Macaro was a good friend of Baal, and it didn't take long for him to find him in the crowd. The Violet Count, who was also Lantonilan, wore a purple silver-trimmed coat befitting his status, with three silver leaves on the cuffs of the coat representing his status, and he stood alone at the top of the wooden grandstand that had just been erected, where a cold wind blew.

When Baal saw his friend walking towards him, he raised his glass and smiled: "Five or seven years of Tordo wine, I know you don't like to drink it." ”

"Actually, I don't like to drink anything." Macaro replied angrily.

"I know, wine is good at judgment, but I don't judge anyway." Violet, you spread your hands.

"Did you get the message from Tonyger?" Macaro didn't want to dwell on him on the issue.

"You mean that joke about how many teeth the old dog has too?" Baal asked lightly.

"I want to ask you how long do you think the 'rebels' will be able to hold out?"

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