The two men stood in the cloister without saying a word for a long time.

Brando suddenly spoke, "Lord Queen, I have one last question. ”

"Is it about the secrets of the final battlefield?" The wind queen seems to have expected this problem for a long time.

"Yes, I would like to know what the Silver Empress saw in that temple, why there was a Saumur Crystal there, and according to you, why did Odin leave a message there if he asked you to keep it a secret for him. I think there must be a reasonable answer behind this qiē. ”

There was a moment of silence behind the wind.

"I think maybe it was an accident, but maybe not, that little human girl, maybe she saw that node there, and saw something outside of our world through that node."

"Nodes?"

"This is the biggest secret hidden in the Last Battle, why the battlefield of the Last Battle is roaming the entire Alcash region, in fact, it is our hands and feet. Because of Odin's seal on the whole world, the node of the seal is located in the center of the final battlefield, that is, in the temple. …… I suspect that someone deliberately let the little human girl see what was behind the seal, maybe this person was the Dark Dragon, or maybe not. ”

"If it weren't for the Dark Dragon......" Brando's voice was a little lower.

The answer to this question was tacitly agreed between the two of them not to continue, because there was only one force other than the Dark Dragon that had the motivation to do so—and that was the Dragon of Dusk. The message behind this was so terrifying that Brando couldn't help but feel terrified.

"The Buga probably guessed that too." The Wind Queen paused for a moment before replying, "They may have expected the Flame Temple to be on their side, but Vala's cousin undoubtedly disappointed them, so they came to you. That's why you have to stop Her Majesty. ”

"I understand—" Brando nodded, not for that reason. Just because of Akane, it is already worth putting him on the opposite side of Her Majesty the Empress.

There was another long silence. As if before the truth of Yiqiē was known, the past of the Battle of the Sages was always shrouded in a layer of fog and seemed mysterious. But when the truth of this qiē was revealed, it was impossible to speak, as if both of them understood. There is no longer any need to continue the discussion on this issue.

After a long time, Saint-Osall said quietly, "Brando, in fact, I have come to bid you farewell. ”

Hearing this unexpected sentence, Brando was not stunned, he just took a deep breath and asked, "You are going back to Saint-Osor, Lord Wind?" ”

The Wind Queen nodded: "The time has come, we have guarded the secret for Odin for a thousand years. The seal he and Trasiman left behind is getting weaker and weaker, and now that the tide of demons is approaching, the Sea of Chaos' connection to Vaynd has reached its strongest point in a thousand years, and the power of Twilight is being restored, as evidenced by the demons' imminent movement, I must return to St. Otor. In fact, I have already guessed a few points about the reason why the Buga people came to you, and I also disagree with the choice of the human empress. Her choice was just a repetition of the path that the Dark Dragon had already taken, and it was impossible to succeed. Go ahead and do it, Brando, and the Wind Elves will have your back. ”

Brando was silent, he knew the temper of this elven royal sister, and there was no point in keeping it.

"Are you ready, Lady Kaze-sama. Today's Saint-Osor is no longer the same as it used to be. ”

"Of course I know, but there are things I have to do, little one, because there is only one Saint Osor in this world."

Oh, yes. There is only one Saint Osor in this world, and the fog elves may no longer be there, but the national emblem of the elven empire is still the holy pattern of the queen of the wind. This is the meaning of the motherland and the homeland, not to mention that it is the country she founded single-handedly, no matter what she says, but Brando actually knows in her heart that this sage can never really let go of her people, and a thousand years have passed, and this feeling has become deeper and deeper.

"I'm not unprepared, including the hunter siblings, most of the knights around me have gathered, and I know the whereabouts of others, the twenty-four rings symbolize the coat of arms of St. Osor, and soon someone will understand that this is not just a symbolic meaning."

Brando remembered the pair of hunter siblings who had been rescued in the Dead Frost Forest, and he was impressed by the cheetah-like girl, who had stayed in Valhalla after that incident.

He was silent for a while, still very reluctant in his heart, since he first saw this elf royal sister who stayed in the ring under the silver mine of Shavlund, it seemed that before he knew it, a long time had passed, and I don't know when he had gradually become accustomed to having such a teacher and friend, the sister-like figure next door, she was once a sage, but also his teacher, although he had long been sharpened into a real man, but still melancholy rose in his heart.

The Queen of the Wind looked at him and blurted out a series of words like a nightingale's song: "ThasVinMiasdur—"

This is an elven proverb to the effect that one day, the young beast will also leave its nest. Brando understood what she meant, and he was about to say something, but after hearing the wind, he continued, "Brando, do you remember the first time we met? ”

Brando was slightly stunned, he naturally remembered that it was in the underground of the Schavrund silver mine, what happened at that time is still vivid in his mind, he was much more impulsive at that time than now, and caused a lot of trouble in the fir field, but he also got to know a lot of people, Juta, Clensia, and Fern, the three captains are now his right-hand men, although Kuran has retired in Mintai, but he has taken on the role of a link between him and the old nobles, and Oldum, the old dwarf with a bad temper, He is now in charge of building the Valhalla Fortress, and many of the young men under the Charles, Leren, Moddonken, have emerged from their apprenticeship and become true wizards. Others joined his fleet and became young captains.

Now that I think about it, it was the beginning of his career, the beginning of his becoming Lord of Eruin, and after that, he went through a lot of things. Under the teachings of this sage, he is now much calmer, and he knows more secrets about this world, he is no longer the hairy boy he used to be, but a real lord.

The experiences and troubles of the past have now become a heavy memory.

In the end, there was only one picture left in his mind, which was Yu Song's mountains, starry nights, and the mountains were silent. Among the rolling hills, among the pine waves, stood a lonely building, and in the dark night the cold moonlight flowed into the cloister like flowing water: it was a fake oil painting, a cold and glittering cavalry sword, a young man covered in blood, and a glittering ring.

That's the beginning of a qiē.

……

Inside and outside the Lion Palace, a heavy rain is dominating the night in the center of the empire.

Under the deep dome. Vala was clad in a red robe and held a golden scepter representing the golden flames. The elder priest looked at the woman in front of her with cloudy eyes—the silver empress was wearing a long black dress and a beautiful white rose pinned to her chest, like a mourner's dress, and she sneered at the temple, with an undisguised hint of condescension in her smile. It was as if the unquestionable majesty and sanctity of the temple were nothing more than dust in her eyes.

A bolt of lightning pierced the sky, passing through the wooden grids of large arched windows that hung down to the ground, like a print depicting the catastrophe and the end of the world, reflecting the faces of all the people in the Great Chapel. The light of the candle was only a faint mass in the white, rainy night, until the lightning meandered away from the sky. The hall was once again shrouded in warm light, but Vala's heart was cold.

Shadows are gathering outside the arched window, like a silent ghost, with a sparkling red light in the darkness, from far and near, gradually converging into a torrent; Vala looked up tremblingly, and saw the qiē, the wild, mane-covered beasts with fangs and teeth baring their fangs and teeth leaping across the rooftops near and far, raising their heads and letting out a long howl or two, and in the distance, from farther streets, rang out in response to the screams of echo, though the dogs of the city were screaming as if they were mad in the pouring rain of night.

A qiē is like a scene before the end of the world.

Vala's heart was cold: it was the sinners, the werewolves of Senia, the last people to have the blood of the Minr in their veins. And today, they're back.

A figure overlapped before him, and the once tall, glorious icons, the sages to whom he longed, had gradually dissipated after that terrible upheaval. The lights went out one after another, and the road ahead finally fell into a dark fog, which he had witnessed in the past few decades, watching the vigorous temple go to the twilight, the unwavering faith of the people gradually wavered, and they fell into a desperate situation of self-doubt, and the road ahead had long since been annihilated, and everything was over.

Suddenly, he remembered the moment he had received the crown and scepter.

At that time, the golden sunlight shrouded the entire Lion Sacred Palace, and the spire of the palace shone with the most dazzling light, but it was just before sunset.

……

When Bolton the Senia awoke from his nightmare, purple lightning snaked through the sky, and it was pouring rain outside the window, and he lay on a thin wooden bed, his face white with the lightning. "Funia?" He subconsciously shouted, but no one responded, and he paused for a moment to remember that his daughter had moved to Valhalla, where she had learned from the druid elders to master the power of the forest goddess.

The sound of the rain was left in the darkness, and there was already an occasional white electric light, but Bolton felt a faint uneasiness in his heart, there was no moon on a rainy night, but he seemed to be able to hear the strong call in his heart, the wild instinct that came from the blood of the Senya, usually only under the light of the magic moon would inspire this most primitive desire for destruction, but today it was a little abnormal.

He sat up slowly from his bed and listened intently to the movement outside the house—after Grudin's death, the whole village had migrated here under the arrangement of the young lord, surrounded by mountains and forests—in the night of the mountains, he could usually hear the sound of the forest rising and falling, but on this rainy night, he only heard one or two howls through the rain. I don't know if it's a wolf from the forest, or some other beast.

Bolton was silent. In a faint uneasiness, he suddenly recalled the strange dream before, it is said that when people wake up from the dream, the memory of the remaining dream is particularly profound, and this is exactly the case for him at this moment, the most terrible scenes in the previous dream are repeatedly replayed in his mind, and the scenes in the dream are strange and absurd. But he had a faint sense of reality.

He saw the sea of fire fall, the earth cracked, the stars pierced through the clouds and fell from the sky, the mountains shifted, the sea steamed, and the whole world fell apart and turned to ashes. A terrifying dragon stretched across the starry sky, staring at Vaynd's destruction with a look of indifference. In the midst of that hellish scene, he seemed to hear the wailing of countless people, his people, his daughters, all died in the fire, and then all the scenes collapsed, and he remembered as if a tall shadow stood before him, commanding his allegiance in an unquestionable tone.

Thousands of voices turned into a roar in his head.

"The Dark Dragon has been resurrected—"

"Times have changed."

"Do her bidding."

"Do her bidding."

Bang! Bolton's eyes were red, and he suddenly slammed his fist on the bed. He let out a low growl before he resisted the urge to turn into a wolf directly. The next moment he came to his senses. It was already covered with cold sweat, and a deep fear rose from his heart, this primitive and deadly impulse was the biggest weakness of the Senias, but usually only in the days when the power of the Demon Moon was at its peak, he could feel this wild power in his veins, what was going on?

He took two breaths, and he didn't have time to calm the uneasiness in his heart. But there was a loud bang, and the door of the room had been pushed open.

The young man who had already been drenched in soup stood outside the door, looked at him with some panic, and said, "Uncle Bolton, it's not good. Something big is wrong. The young man's face was pale, and he looked like he had no master, "There is a ...... from the village. One...... Miner, she says her name is ...... Sue...... Sophia, yes...... It's a witch. ”

……

A bright bolt of lightning pierced deep into Akane's orange pupils through the pane, and she raised her head and looked at the woman who suddenly appeared in front of her, the statue of the Holy Maiden of the Lion Palace, dressed in holy robes and covered in blood. Just off the terrace on the third floor of the castle, Sidney. Metfarica stood in the rain, with three deep wounds on her face, the blood had long since dried, the rolled wounds were a little white from the rain, and one eye was narrowed from the injury, but this did not change the woman's cold, almost stiff expression, and the flame ring of the angel Eroma in her one eye was still burning, and she stared at Akane coldly.

Although she was wounded in many places and stained her battle robe with blood, Akane had the illusion that the blood on the lady in front of her was far less than that of her enemies.

But at this moment, in the capital of the empire, where would such a big war take place. She had heard of this woman's reputation, and knew that it would not be easy for her to be injured into such an enemy, and if such an enemy appeared in the central region controlled by the Cruzians, then the empire would not have much to live, so it could only be a conflict within the empire. Akane vaguely guessed something in an instant, after these days of edification, she has also begun to have a political mind, and she is no longer the little girl who can only be confused and uneasy.

What's more, these days, the Silver Queen has strictly limited the number of times she and her maids go out, and this move implies a signal.

The situation in the empire has long been tense day by day.

The queen has already made a move, and it seems that the target is the temple, but Akane still doesn't understand why the statue of the Holy Maiden of the Lion Palace appears here, in front of her.

While Akane was confused, Sidney was also thinking that this was not the first time she had seen this charming little girl of the mountain people—she had recently been made a countess, and she also had the title of a mountain princess. However, Sidney understood that this was not the true purpose of the bent queen, and that it was only possible to tie them to the queen's chariot by marrying a true imperial princess, but it was a pity that the little girl was still at a loss and could not know it.

"......" Akane opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to ask something, but in the end she couldn't make a sound.

"I'm here for you." Sidney interrupted her in a slightly cold voice, "Her Majesty the Queen intends to marry you off to Prince Hamuel in order to strengthen her relationship with the mountain people while ensuring that you can stay in the empire. ”

Akane was slightly stunned at first, and then reacted and clenched her fists, and the mountain girl bit her lower lip tightly, although she didn't speak, this look was enough to show her thoughts.

"It seems that you don't agree, you want me to help you?"

"You...... Yes...... Take me away? ”

"No, I can't protect myself, but I want to see your lord, I need you to introduce me, I can help you bring a message."

Akane stared at her intensely.

For a while, neither of them spoke, only the sound of the torrential rain and the sound of the rain washing over the stone wall.

After a long time, the mountain girl snorted, only for a moment, but Sidney had already seen the shape of her mouth, and there were only six words:

"Help me, Lord Lord."

……

(Why do some students always say that I am a monthly change?) In the future, he will continue to be smaller. Continue to recommend Hei Shisanlang's new work "Ling Tianzhi", please help me if you can help recommend the collection. (To be continued......)