"Frost Dragon Tower is the gatekeeper of the Hibernator Temple, and I think Enric knows this as well, and any stranger who comes near the Hibernator Temple will cause a reaction from the gatekeeper." Brando replied.

"You're saying that Anlek will take advantage of this, I've heard that this old fox, cautious and deep, accustomed to planning before acting, is exactly like the dukes of the previous generation." Veronica looked up, her emerald green eyes glinting with a cold glow, and although her hands covered her long hair, her blue hair still fluttered in the sun with the cold north wind. She looked across the ice field, as if she had seen the outcome that Brando had expected, but still asked, "Although you agree with this, how do you plan to confirm it?" ”

Brando saw the snowflakes blown up by the wind, like a layer of powder floating on a glacier, when several shadowy figures suddenly appeared behind the snow wind in his field of vision, and he replied, "I'll know right away." Emerging from behind the ice mist were Babasha's group, the old witch hunched over, the ice wind tugging at the corner of her tattered robe, and her silver hair fanged and clawed like a ghost. She limped over to Brando's side and spoke in deep awe, "Your Excellency, you're ready. With trembling hands, she picked up the crystal ball and held it up to Brando.

Veronica frowned at this scene, she didn't like witches.

Brando glanced at the few people behind Babasha, and in addition to the girl in wooden shoes and standing there on tiptoe holding a honey jar, there were two important people, the Inheritance Witch of Sword Moon (Killing), Kurul, and the Inheritance Witch of Cup Moon (Jealousy). Anvi, both of whom are important figures, are far more revered than Babasha in Bunosson, the land of witches.

Kurul was a tall woman, her graceful body wrapped in a gray witch's robe, her hooded, her skin as white as ice, and her eyebrows as thin as a needle. The cheeks are prominent, and the expression is cold, giving people a feeling of thin affection; And Anwei looks like a woman in her forties. She was dressed in a thick fur robe, and her figure wrapped in the robe could be seen even through a thick layer of wool, and the little woman smiled. But it is difficult to hide the shrewdness in his eyes.

They say that they have come to seek refuge with Brando, but the latter realizes that the attitude of the first two is far less reverent than that of Babasha, and that this refuge is not so much surrender as investigation. The Dark Dragon's legacy is divided into seven, and he is not alone, but Brando is not impressed, he is confident that these unlikable creatures will serve him well.

Brando took the crystal ball, and a circular image immediately appeared on the crystal ball, and he saw that behind the wind and snow was an open and endless snowfield. He let the horizon continue north. The image immediately shows a criss-cross of glacial ravines cut by a sword, a crystalline woodland growing, followed by a flat tundra, where the wind blows through the ice and the snow rolls in bands.

Shiduo and Veronica, as well as several Cruz nobles who followed from behind, watched this scene intently. Detecting spells is a witch's specialty, and even the astrosorcerers who are proficient in prophecy are no match for them, and this power comes from the blind maiden Elaine, whose past and future are reflected in the waters of the abyssal lake.

It is also said that the most powerful of witches can indeed detect part of the cause and effect of the future.

The spell of the crystal ball was controlled by Anvi, as Brando took a closer look at the scene above. I also paid attention to the young woman: the other party frowned slightly, but he had not yet shown a tired look, you must know that the vision on the crystal ball has been opened up to a few miles away, which can only show that the other party's strength is already at the level of the golden peak.

Suddenly, the picture flashed, and a group of centaurs trudging on the snowy fields appeared in the ice wind, each wearing a thick bearskin coat, holding a variety of weapons, some leading a bantam horse, Brando looked at their outfits, and recognized these as the Enhor people on the Anlek Plateau, the Lantonilans called them Bigfoot Dwarves, but they were not actually dwarves, but halflings or a branch of gnomes. It is said that Anlek has a loyal Enhor dwarf cavalry in his hands, and it seems that this is the one at the moment.

"The halfling cavalry, it's Anlek's men," Veronica also recognized at a glance: "Brando, it seems that you guessed right again." ”

"It's not a matter of luck." Brando replied angrily: "But I am willing to use my own elite as cannon fodder, this guy Anlek is really extraordinary." ”

At this time, there was a series of footsteps in the snow behind the three of them, and Shiduo glanced back and found that it was their officer corps.

"Lord Veronica, I wonder if Brende and they've arrived?" Before the officer corps could get closer, the nobleman who took the lead preemptively asked. This guy is called Greed, a core member of the Silver Leaf Arbitration Group from the Council of Elders of Cruz, and his declared identity is an envoy, but in fact, it is to check and balance Veronica's power.

The man was not a soldier, but he looked more like a soldier than the knights around him, and he wore this gray buckskin coat with a hat that was sideways and three white feathers trimmed on the brim to indicate his status as a marquis, but he looked less like an elegant nobleman and more like a butcher.

"I'm not the one in charge here, Greed, if you have any questions, please ask this earl beside me." Veronica narrowed her eyes at the guy and replied coldly.

Her tone was stiff, but the captain of the legion was not at odds with the hateful man in front of him, and it was a tradition for soldiers not to befriend the nobles of the Senate.

But Unexpectedly, Gred replied with a haughty face, "I'm sorry, Lord Veronica, I don't trust these Eruins. ”

Veronica's face immediately turned cold.

Brando also snorted coldly: "It's really shameless." ”

"What did you say?"

"I said you're a complete idiot," Brando doesn't have a good opinion of the Cruz, Veronica is probably an exception, but he has never been a good gentleman to the others, and directly reprimanded: "When will Freya arrive at the intended place of attack." When to attack, here only concerns me. From now on, I'm the Supreme Commander here, neither Lord Veronica nor you—"

"If you have questions, I don't have to answer them. If you're not satisfied, you can remove your gloves made of squirrel skin and throw them at me. I don't mind nailing this piece of shit here with a sword, and when the blade passes through your loose skin, I bet your blood will freeze under your veins before it even comes out. ”

Brando exudes a hint of elementality. Locked on the group of officers, which directly made Greed's face pale. "You ......" he grinded his teeth, but in the end he didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence: "I hope you are right!" ”

Breed suddenly remembered that the guy in front of him had killed Williams. He asked himself if he didn't have the dignity of the Knights Templar of the Flame Temple, and Brando was really angry, and killing him seemed to be like pinching an ant to death.

Especially when he thought that the Templars had killed a genius swordsman in Eruin, but none of them mentioned revenge, the depth of Brando's background made him creepy for a while.

Veronica coldly watched the argument between the two, and couldn't help but frown in disappointment when she saw Gred flinching. Although she didn't want Brando to be deflated, the courage and literacy of the imperial nobles were really unsightly. "Brando, are you sure?" Veronica withdrew her gaze from Gred with some disgust. Asked: "Although the Knights of the Folding Sword are the elite of the Blue Legion of the Firmament, but your little girl only has more than a hundred of my subordinates, you look at these halfling cavalry, the number is at least one column (Cruz, five hundred) or more." It's really hard to wipe them all out. ”

Brando only smiled at such a question.

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

He turned around, he had asked Charles to find Aloz before, and it had been a long time since he had been gone, and it should be almost time. The crowd was in a commotion. The Cruz people seemed to be separated by an invisible force and automatically made a way, and then Charles and Aloz appeared in everyone's field of vision, and the little female dragon looked impatient, looking at the people around her with golden eyes, like a wild beast.

"Brando, you're looking for me?" Aloz smuggled through the crowd.

"I heard that you've been in a bad mood lately, and I've found some opponents for you to vent, what do you think?" Brando replied with a smile.

"Hmph, if you want me to help, just say it, if it's you, I can't think about it." The little female dragon slowly walked through the crowd, and where she passed, the surrounding war horses suddenly let out a wail, and the herbivores of these tall horses fell to their knees, and the peripheral ones even collapsed to the ground, and a few even twitched on the ground, and in the blink of an eye, they foamed at the mouth and died.

"What did you do to our horses!"

The Cruz nobles immediately quit. A good war horse in Eruin, in Cruz, and even in Saint-Osore and Faenzan was a luxury to be flaunted among the nobility, and a horse of noble blood was more expensive than gold in the circle of the nobility, and it also had no price, because no one would sell his beloved thing lightly.

But these are the horses that died after being glared at by Aloz like this.

Aloz gave the fellows a cold look and replied, "Your horses are in my way, and I hate these stinky things, so keep them away from me. ”

"You-!" The nobleman was almost so angry that he turned his back on him.

Everyone turned their eyes to Brando, and Gred asked excitedly, as if he had grasped the handle, "Lord Count, you better explain." ”

"You let me explain?" Brando just thought it was funny.

"That's enough—" Veronica interrupted, her brow furrowed, feeling that the situation was getting out of hand. Only then did she faintly feel that something was wrong with the little girl brought by the Gray Sword Saint, and it was not witchcraft that Aloz overwhelmed those war horses, but momentum.

She was the only one in the room who noticed it.

"Lord Veronica, please don't be too partial to outsiders, here you are all your subordinates except for your subordinates. What war horses mean to soldiers, I think you know better than me. Gred snorted coldly and replied with some smugness.

Veronica looked at the guy like an idiot: "If you want to kill yourself, then go with the flow." ”

"What do you mean?"

Gred was slightly stunned, he had the impression that this Celestial Commander was not like a joker. He suddenly felt a little uneasy, but it was a little late. Suddenly, he heard a voice say, "That's what it means." An idiot like you really shouldn't live in this world—" The voice had barely sounded before it reached his ears.

"Be careful!"

He couldn't help but turn his head in horror when he heard the knights drawing their swords, but a little too late, a tail as thick as a bucket came out of nowhere and whipped heavily on him.

Gridr screamed. Suddenly, it spurted blood and rolled out, falling sideways on the ice, dragging out a striking trail of blood.

"Ahh

"It's ......," Veronica and Shido watched in amazement at the sudden change.

They couldn't help but be surprised. Because what appeared in the sun was a head covered in scales and a slender neck. An elegant creature with wings draped over its body. It was a dragon, to be exact.

A golden dragon.

Aloz perched on the ice field, looking at everyone condescendingly, her massive body about the size of a three-story building, her slender neck slightly curved, supporting a head with four horns. White-gold scales replaced the clothes, one next to the other, coated with a light purple metallic glow, a special color only found by a growing dragon.

Aloz lowered his head, and flames burned in his golden eyes. She looked at everyone present, and everyone shouted in their hearts: Martha, a dragon! We've been living with a dragon for so long!

And Grid, who struggled to get up from the ground, was even more desperate, and now he finally understood what Veronica meant, and he felt that he was such an idiot. Hopelessly stupid.

He wanted to ask for mercy, but a terrible concussion of the mind had spread in everyone's hearts.

Most of the people present felt for a moment that they were trapped in an endless pitch black world, where there was no sense of touch, no smell, not even any sense of time or direction, except for a terrifying scream on the horizon, which shook the eardrums from far and near.

Grid's legs were weak as he had barely gotten up from the ground. He fell to his knees.

Only Veronica was able to hold on slightly, she held Shiduo with one hand, and Miss Scholar's face turned pale. Brando and Charles, on the other hand, were completely unaffected, but despite this, they saw the other people's expressions and understood what it was.

This is the power that dragons are born with.

Long Wei.

"I should have gouged out your eyes and eaten your heart for your arrogance, so as to warn the other lowly creatures to maintain the necessary respect for dragons. But you're lucky, Miss Ben really doesn't want to move her claws on your filthy maggot-like body, so you'd better not show up in front of me again this time, or I'll not guarantee that a single fire will burn you to ashes—"

A majestic voice sounded in everyone's hearts, completely different from the tender and immature voice of Alozne, as if she was a queen who dominated together, and only the smell of the little female dragon could be faintly heard. The first words of the voice were still on the ground, but by the end, the dragon had already spread its wings and leaped up, hovering in mid-air, and the sound rumbled through the wilderness.

All the horses fell to their knees at the same time.

"Brando, you owe me a favor again." When the little she-dragon said this, her voice was already coming down from the clouds.

Brando looked up, only to see a shadow sweeping across the snowfield, as if obscuring the sky. Aloz spread his wings, and a terrifying aura spread far beyond the entire glacier.

That's the dragon's momentum.

……

With a click, Anlek watched as a crack appeared in the crystal in the hands of the wizard under his command, and in the blink of an eye, the pieces broke and turned into flying ashes. In less than two weeks, however, the powerful Grand Duke had completely changed his appearance, and his original image of being in high spirits was gone, and he hid under a fur cloak, leaving the only impression left to outsiders was a pale face that was so thin that it was barely human-shaped.

Anlek was as thin as a skeleton, his face was covered with a crumpled skin, and only his eyes were still staring at the crystal motionless in their dry sockets, barely with a hint of sparkle in his eyes.

"Your Lord." The wizard turned to him and looked at him inquiringly.

"This is Long Wei, that stupid dragon has really been dispatched." grabbed his cane and said with some ferze, "Let's go, I know that old woman Veronica is following us." Let them follow, go around in circles, a bunch of idiots. ”

"Your body, my lord."

"Shut up." Anlek glanced coldly at Dejar, although he was getting thinner and thinner, but his majesty was becoming more and more obvious, and the momentum that grabbed people's breath seemed to come out of his body at any moment.

Dejar shuddered. Quickly shut up.

"I'm not one of those mortals, and sacrifice is inevitable in order to gain power. Remember what we're looking for. Only chaos is the only one, everything else is a burden. Enlek replied coldly: "The pursuit of emotional weakness, the ignorance of money and power, and the empty justice." How can mortals overcome us if they pursue these worthless things? ”

"Let's go, the master defeated them in Babel, and now it is the same." He coughed, then slowly stood up.

In the forest, knights in black robes also rose one after another, these knights looked extremely strange, they were far taller than ordinary people, and they looked a little like orcs on the plains. But orcs don't craft armor, and their intelligence is only enough for them to use simple weapons.

More striking is: Each knight's cloak has an Ouroboros mark on it.

……

"Freya?"

"Freya?"

The girl from the countryside of Buchi was a little distracted, and she recalled the scene when Brando stood in the tent and asked her the question sternly: 'Freya, what will you think of the war?' 'The last time Brando was so strict. It was when Prague told her how she should save Buch.

How should you view war? Freya asked herself, she must have hated war, war has taken away her rightful life, her relatives, her homeland. Everything she once knew was lost in the blazing flames, and looking back on that memory, all that seemed to be left was a deep pain.

But Eruin can only be saved by the wars of Guò, in which you will become the executioner of those whom you once hated. ’

'Freya, your enemy is not just Madara, you should know that. You're going to kill people, and you're going to die in the fighting, or you're going to lose your home, you're going to lose your loved ones, and if you're just a soldier, you can leave it alone. ’

But I know your ideals, Freya, do you know your goals? ’

Freya grabbed her sword.

In a trance, she saw blood flowing and the endless corpses on the battlefield, among which were Beth's pure, innocent face, and she looked at her with empty eyes, as if questioning her.

Then she saw the little girl who had died at the hands of the demon.

And then there are the relatives of Buchi.

Freya felt that she lacked an answer in her mind. She closed her eyes, and then opened them again, and the sound and five senses seemed to return to her, and she felt that Nimesis on the side had called herself several times.

"Freya."

"What's the matter?" The future Valkyrie looked back.

"What are you walking on?" Nimesis was a little dissatisfied. "I don't know......," Freya shook her head blankly, "I seem to have seen a blue shadow just now, and then ...... And then I don't know what's going on. ”

"Blue shadows?" Nimesis reached out and touched her forehead, "Have you been too tired lately?" ”

"No...... I don't think so, what time is it? She looked up and asked, the football temporary.

"See for yourself." Nimesis handed her the pocket watch. Freya glanced at it, then at the Nhol halfling in the distance, "Is there any news from Brando?" ”

"He's confirmed to Medisa that he's the one we're looking for."

"That ......"

"Miss Aloze is already on her way."

"I see."

Freya drops her pocket watch into the snow. Brando asked her how she planned to fight in order to accomplish the plan, knowing in her heart that in order for the old fox to fall into the trap, there must be no one left alive. She pulled out a part of the Lionheart Sword and pressed the cold blade with her fingertips, feeling a chill in her heart, she was no longer the little girl, she understood what a knight was and what a soldier was.

Although she does not yet have a clear answer in her mind, she has at least understood: killing does not bring peace, but at least it can resolve disputes. So her answer was simple, just one sentence: "I understand, Brando." She looked at Brando with no hesitation in her eyes, for the last of her hesitation had already been buried with Beth in Port Ampesel.

She pulled out the Lionheart in its entirety. The blade flickered with cold light. Everyone reacted when they saw the movements of the temporary 'commander', and one by one they stood up, and the knights took off their cloaks and threw them on the ground. Next, the noble officers of the Cruz people set their eyes on Freya, and they watched the show with a variety of eyes. Freya glanced at the sword in her hand, and pointed down with her sword and ordered, "Go down from both sides of the hill and don't enter the other party's field of vision." Obey my orders and cut off the retreat of the Halflings of Enhor on the snowy field. No one is allowed to fight until they see the signal. ”

The Cruz man froze. The air was like falling snow, and silence was sinking.

"Wait, that's not what we ordered." Brende immediately questioned, "Are you going to wait for the rabbits, Lord Commander, if you let those halfling cavalry enter the Hibernation Sanctuary, you will really attract that damn thief." Commander, allow me to doubt your motives. ”

"I can understand your suspicions." Freya glanced at Nimesis beside her, and she calmed her breath in her heart, and replied, "But it's not us who are the main ones. ”

"Not us?"

"Who could that be?"

Freya looked up at the sky. Her gaze crossed the crystalline treetops of the pine forest, and the calming Officer Cruz noticed her behavior and looked up. There seemed to be a slight movement in the clouds on the horizon. The forest, which had been filled with all kinds of sounds before, fell silent for a moment, as if an invisible hand had choked its throat, and then the clouds suddenly converged and parted, and a huge shadow roared out of the clouds.

Brende's mouth opened wide. Staring at this scene, it seems that he feels a hissing sound in his throat. The knights of the Cruz stood in the forest as if they had roots under their feet, like a group of stone statues, and they were experiencing a tsunami in their hearts. This was not an illusion, Long Wei descended from mid-air, and a terrifying scream resounded from everyone's hearts. Only Freya had seen such a sight before. On the battlefield of Ampesel, the clouds covered the day, and a ray of gold descended from the clouds, bringing the final victory of the war.

She looked back: "Metisa." ”

"Sister Freya, I'm here." The Silver Elf Princess lifted her cloak and asked in a loud voice, "Do you want to summon?" ”

Freya turned around, and the Enhor halflings on the ice field had spotted the dragon in the sky, and the men and horses panicked and fell into a ball, and the slightly clever ones had begun to flee in all directions. Freya turned back and nodded to Métisa.

"Knights of Farran, listen to my trumpet!"

The silver thread in Metisa's hand intertwined to weave a silver horn, and she immediately blew the horn and chanted aloud: "The azure banner flutters like a sea on the plains of Malald, the cold light of the spears of the Farrans flicker, O knights, listen to the long sound of my horn, the ancient spirits are summoning the courage in the hearts of kings." Knights, come with me and get ready-" The voice of the silver elf was melodious like a song from ancient times, and the knights of the Cruz people looked at each other when they heard this spell, not knowing what Medisa was calling, but Brende was the first to react: "Oh my God, this is the knight legion of the Silver King!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, Medisa puffed out her cheeks and blew her trumpet a second time.

The sound of the horn is melodious.

At this moment, Aloz swept over the forest, and the wind swept through the canopy of the trees, swooping down on the ice field in the distance. But when the knights turned around, they were extremely surprised to see the forest appear one after another glittering white light, heavily armored war horses, these war horses that seemed to come from the heavenly realm converged into a silver tide, and came to them in an instant. A unicorn approached Medisa and rubbed the little princess's cheek affectionately, and Metisha touched its horns and turned over on her horse. Freya was the second to turn on her horse, her horse taller than the others', with silver flames burning on its hooves, and this one was the legendary Silver King's mount, the Holy Spirit.

"Everybody get on the horse." Freya ordered, "Remember your mission—"

She looked back at the plain and sighed slightly, "They have a communication crystal on them, and they can't give them any chance." Leave no prisoners and kill everyone. ”

When the order was given, Nimesis glanced back at the girl from the countryside of Buch.

Freya frowned, but her gaze remained steadfast.

……

Kuvu used to be Enlek's most trusted confidant, and this head was surprisingly small. And the halfling man with extraordinarily large ears knew very well what he had earned this trust on, not because he had excellent ability, but because he was loyal. His father, an equally proud short halfling, was also in the service of the previous Duke of Anlek, and their family had such a tradition of loyalty. This is what Kuvu is most proud of. But this time he knew that the previous predicament could be overcome, but this time. But it may be the last time he goes to war.

He tightened his bearskin robe, and still had in his heart the task that the Grand Duke had given him - to challenge a dragon. The warrior should have died on the battlefield, which was a rare honor for Kuwu. The Nkhor are the toughest people in the highlands, the toughest warriors, and today they challenge the dragons, their courage inscribed on the stone pedestals of their homeland. It's just that the cold wind is so cold that it almost lifts off the robe, and the cold cuts the body like a knife, making these halflings who are used to the dry and cold climate of the plateau just as unbearable. Kuwu had had an ominous premonition from this morning, and the old man of his clan used to say that if the day didn't go well, everything would go wrong, and he broke his own kettle in the morning. This is a very disturbing bad sign.

The team struggled through the ice fields and had not covered a few miles for a whole morning. Kuvu frowned, he was the most seasoned warrior of his people, and he had been listening to the sound of the wind.

Suddenly, he heard a strange voice.

It's like rolling thunder through the clouds. But it's not that obvious, it's just still booming. The low-frequency roar soon became clear, and Kuwu turned his head and stared at the sky with some fanaticism—he finally heard the sound of something flying in the sky—and it must have been a behemoth. If they did attract the dragon, they would die here. Their blood is also honored.

In just a moment, the expected giant shadow really appeared on the skyline. It split the clouds, tore through the sky, and leapt into Kuwu's field of vision in an instant. At that moment all the Enhor halflings spotted the enemy, and they screamed, and the cowardly ones among them were already distraught and began to flee in panic. But Kuvu could forgive them, after all, when he first heard about this mission, he was just as stunned as they were.

He was really embarrassed when he remembered what he looked like at that time, how could he be considered a qualified warrior? He took the liquor of the plateau from his bosom, threw it in his throat with his neck tilted, the hot sensation, and then wiped his mouth with a feverish smile. Enough was enough, he never expected his men to be able to deal with a dragon, it was an impossible task. But at least they've done their job, and that's enough, the stupid dragon has been drawn to the ice, and then the lord's plan has been realized.

Kuvu almost laughed, but before he could laugh out loud, a hint of gloom flashed through his mind.

He saw the dragon's glittering golden scales—

It was a golden dragon.

"It's impossible—!" Kuwu's eyes widened, his face turned pale, his big ears almost erect - this was another dragon, and there were two dragons in this snowy field! No, he couldn't help but look around in panic, still with the last shred of hope in his heart. He had expected that the news of Archduke Anlek was wrong, and perhaps it was a golden dragon that lived here, not a frost dragon. Although the thought was so disrespectful, the halfling leader couldn't care so much at the moment.

Immediately, an even more strange voice shattered all his delusions.

It was a long, distant sound than the dragon's scream, and it seemed to ring from the horizon, resounding for a long time. Only once in his life had Kuvu heard such a voice, and that was the dragonhorn trombone of the Faenzan Legion when he went out on a holy war with Anlek.

"There is an ambush ......"

Kuvu immediately understood what was happening, they were calculated. He shuddered and grabbed the communication crystal, but the crystal didn't respond: "No...... Law Enchantment. He was almost groaning, and the enemy was clearly prepared. He immediately grabbed his weapon and screamed, "Quick, get out of this area." Scatter and get the message out! ”

He looked up, and his green pupils reflected the golden dragon's increasingly large figure, a shadow that seemed to represent despair.

A golden flame fell from the sky.

……

(PS: 9K word big chapter, I won't divide the chapter.) The past two days have been busy, and I don't have time to update until the evening, so I guess I'll be free tomorrow, and then I'll continue to answer questions in the book review area, and by the way, the previous questions will be solved. In addition, ask for a monthly pass.,It's been a long time since I've asked for a monthly pass.,Ask for a ticket! Ask for a ticket! Everyone, come to count the votes and support, and give me some motivation. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )

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