After the storm, the original dark sea surface revealed a touch of intoxicating blue, the sun passed through the dark clouds, and the sky behind it gradually became clearer, and after the storm there was only a thin rain in the sky, which shimmered golden in the sun, and the rain fell on the mast of the fleet, washing away the scorch marks and blood stains on the silver sails. The entire fleet was scarred and suspended above the sublime inland sea, like a giant beast that had fallen into silence, and the partial scales of the body recounted the great battle that had just been experienced.

The dragon beast herd is retreating like a tide.

Modès lifted her wings to cover the sun, the clouds that swept into the vortex beneath her wings were like torrents crashing into a reef and being torn apart, turning into scattered shards of flame, she confronted the human fleet in mid-air, staring at each other hatefully, her golden pupils showing a look of resentment, but the staggering sword that slashed through the storm a moment ago made her shudder.

Extreme Sword Saint - There was actually an Extreme Sword Saint in this small human fleet, that human man dressed in black, and her cold eyes made her unable to resist at all.

Damn, if only Obsdean's arrogant fellows were here, they must be called good-looking, the female black dragon gritted her teeth, but she had to admit defeat, she used her claws to signal her drake general not to act rashly, "Go, retreat!" They're going to Fatan, we'll see, we'll see you there!" Modestie almost squeezed the words out between her teeth.

As soon as she turned, it was like a dark cloud moving from the sky, and the shadow that hung over the fleet was empty.

The dragon left.

"They've retreated!" The crowd screamed. They could hardly believe that it was almost a miracle that they had withstood the storm and crushed the dragon beast's onslaught—no, a miracle. Everyone understands. The greatest crisis has passed, and it will be a smooth road for them to reach this vast sea, and there will be no more obstacles.

After the storm, the rainbow hanging in the sky is already so clear.

The Cruz people who had participated in the previous battle could not help but shout. Even weeping bitterly, the nobles could no longer care about any decency, and went up to the deck one after another, and looked at this scene, their feet were a little weak, and they leaned on the mast and painted the holy emblem of Martha one by one—whispering praises to the blessings of miracles. But they have not forgotten who created this miracle, although they are extremely reluctant to admit that it was an Eruin who achieved this qiē. From Vargus to the port of Rune, from the port of Rune to the sublime inland sea, there seemed to be no difficulty that could hinder the young man's faith.

"That's the descendant of that man, after all."

"He's a descendant of the Highland Knights......"

Such whispers were whispered from the crowd.

More people gathered on the side of the ship to cheer loudly, celebrating this hard-won victory, but also hysterically venting their feelings. But those who were really involved in the preparations for this war did not have the slightest superfluous thought at this time. I only felt deeply tired, physically and mentally exhausted.

It was as if suddenly I was relaxed, and the sleepiness and mental malaise swept in.

Brando stood on the stern of the Akhenaten, and at a glance saw the merchant lady in the crowd who had fallen asleep in Yuta's arms, and even in his sleep, Roman still frowned slightly, as if he was still continuing his previous work. See this scene. Brando couldn't help but feel that his heart was irrepressibly softened, in the previous forty hours or so, the entire fleet of countless supplies had been uniformly deployed by Miss Merchant, and she had not had the slightest time to rest for nearly two days and two nights of continuous work.

But this qiē was almost perfectly accomplished with the support of Miss Merchant's extraordinary talents, and her terrifying memory and keen sense of smell for the flow of goods even amazed Brando.

In the past, he rarely interfered in Roman's affairs in the business of the territory, and he had never seen how this eldest lady called the wind and rain in his own field, but at this moment. He understood why the fir territory's business activities were so well organized from the start, even far beyond its other industries.

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"Brando, those monsters have attacked our side far more often than the other, and there are sixteen small boats and four large ships on the other side. Their mana crystal and ammo consumption should be much lower than expected, and if one of the twenty-seven ships here runs out of ammo, you can find a way to balance it out from the other side. ”

"Also," said little Roman with a pair of dark circles under his eyes, "the ship that was hit was the deer, and three other ships, two of which fell into the sea, and the ships that fell into the sea should be loaded with food and drinking water, and a third of our total supplies, and the remaining transports I have put them in the middle of the fleet, Brando, you must be careful to protect them." ”

After saying this, she yawned, tilted her head and fell into a deep sleep in his arms, and snored slightly, as if she was not afraid that Brando would take advantage of her, which made Brando smile bitterly. It was a pity that Brando had the heart to give a warm arm to this merchant lady who had followed him wholeheartedly since Buch, but the fleet could not leave his command for a moment, and he had to ruthlessly leave the latter in the care of Juta.

Thinking of the war that had just ended, he was also a little happy in his heart.

It was a rare storm on the sublime sea, and lightning fell like an electric curtain from the dark clouds, but the storm did not only hinder humanity, but also hindered the attack of drakemons.

That's why he tried his best to get the fleet off course and plunged headlong into the range of a dangerous storm, because he knew that these drakes from the ground would not be able to adapt to the complex and changing climate of the ocean. It turned out that his common sense in the game saved everyone again, Modesti organized several attacks in the storm, but none of them worked, and the drake beasts were not used to being in a group in stormy clouds, let alone an effective attack, but some of them fell into the sea because they lost their altitude; On the other hand, although the human fleet is slow, the sailors who are accustomed to standing with the wind and waves are always effective in avoiding the fleet from getting lost, and although Modesti is angry, it is to no avail, although the dragon is powerful, it is not omnipotent.

A truly threatening attack was on the eve of a rainstorm that had stopped. It's a pity that he didn't deviate from Brando's prediction, he knew the character of the black dragon who would definitely retaliate, so he arranged the strategy of attacking early. What's more, this time even God was on the side of humans, the storm lasted for two days and two nights, and the dragons were already exhausted. By the time they were forced by Modesty to make a final attack, the Grey Swordmaster's stunning sword dispelled all her delusions.

Although the human race had the upper hand, for two days, everyone recalled that it was a tragic fight.

The fleet lost more than 10 percent of its warships, and countless more were damaged. Many people died in battle, but more losses came from the storm itself, which was a nightmare, but fortunately it was finally over. Sailors, non-commissioned officers, after the hissing cheered with all their might. One by one, they staggered to the deck, snoring for a while, but at this time, there was no first mate to urge them to stand up and continue the fight, and soon only the same voice remained on the deck.

"What a fluke, my lord." Charles was in shambles, and the beautiful Magister's robes crumpled and crumpled against him from being soaked in water. He went up to the stern, wiped a handful of water droplets from his forehead, and complained to Brando, "We have had a storm in the Sea of Lights before, and the storm above the open sea is much more terrible than here, and your grandfather vomited so badly. ”

Brando stared at the guy who had ruined his grandfather's image.

Charles was stared at a little weakly, and spread his hands: "Okay, I'll admit that I vomited a little too, but I'm a wizard, and you know, our willpower is always a little stronger than the average person." ”

"You're so pale that you're not convincing."

"That's because I'm so sleepy. Your Lordship. ”

"How did I not know that the Immortal still needs to sleep?"

"I think the lord has a different opinion—" Charles smiled slightly.

Brando knew that this guy was talking about St. Osor, the queen of the wind, and secretly scolded for being cunning, he didn't dare to expose the shortcomings of the elf royal sister.

Brando, Brando heard footsteps falling behind him. He looked back and was greeted by a pair of black high heels. The roses set on the tips of the shoes were as dazzling as blood, the ankles were as dazzling as snow, the ebony skirt, the slender waist, the cascading lace corsage, the thin shoulder straps tightly around the snow-white shoulders, the slender neck, the pointed chin, the long ink-dyed eyes, the bright red eyes like agate, the slender eyebrows raised high, and the forehead as smooth as jade.

"Why did you get out?" Brando frowned, and asked a little unhappily, this was a trouble, he had managed to get her on board without a cover, not to expose her to the public.

If the inheritor of the dark dragon is still a street rat, then if this lady's identity is exposed, I am afraid that he will immediately become a public enemy of civilization.

"It's stuffy in the carriage." Dark Kou Hua wrinkled his nose and cut imperceptibly.

Brando glanced at Charles, who nodded understandingly, and saluted Kouhua with his hands on his chest, "I'll go arrange a room for Miss Oni and them, too many people on deck is also a hidden danger." ”

Dark Kou Hua's eyes showed a look of disdain, and she was about to express her disdain for this hypocritical statement, but she heard Brando say to her sternly, "You come with me." ”

The second deck below the stern of the Arkanton is a hollow corridor on the periphery of the second deck, only after the storm, a lot of rain has poured in here, and the aisle is still wet, Brando silently led the dark Cohua through the corridor, and halfway through, he stopped, looked back at the other party, and said, "You are asking for trouble." ”

"I'm not old next year, but I'm as cautious as an old man," Dark Kou Hua pouted, "I smell those pesky reptiles, but I just want to come up and see if you need help." Those people out there don't know me at all, what are you afraid of? ”

"Don't underestimate humans, don't forget who you were defeated, and besides, I have a dragon on my ship, and you don't think she will recognize you?" Brando replied angrily.

"No wonder it stinks here, but dragons are also divided into generations, and the little reptiles born after the era of chaos may not be able to recognize me." The girl snorted softly: "Besides, you think I want to see you vile and shameless fellow, if someone hadn't asked me to come out, I wouldn't have bothered to wander around in this smelly place." ”

"Someone called you out?" Brando had expected that this guy was insincere, although she said in her mouth that she didn't have to worry at all, but she was usually more cautious than anyone else, and she would not appear in front of anyone at all. This woman is ostensibly arrogant. But in private, he is a guy who cherishes his life and is greedy for power, and he will never expose himself to danger lightly unless he has to do so.

"I told her to come out."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded in the minds of the two of them.

Brando was slightly stunned, and immediately discerned who the voice belonged to: "Lord Queen? He didn't expect that this elf royal sister who hadn't appeared for a long time would choose to appear at this time, and he couldn't help but feel excited. In fact, he was having a stomach full of questions to ask the other party at this moment, but the sage had never given him this opportunity before.

"Brando."

But Saint Osor's voice today was a little unusually strict, and with her words, a phantom gradually took shape in the corridor. Brando had seen the Sage appear in the underground of the Safflund Silver Mine, but she was by no means what she is now, and the Elven Lady wore a silver crown on her head. Dressed in battle armor, the armor showed a faint purple glow, and the whole body looked like a dragon with teeth and claws, a heavy fur cloak dragged behind him, the edge of the cloak was embroidered with the royal insignia of the fog elves, and there was a coat of arms intertwined with stars and moon on the inside. An amethyst-like saber hangs from the Elven Lady's waist, and the counterweight of the hilt shines brightly on the Misty Elves' legendary treasure, the Star Jewel.

Brando couldn't help but be stunned when he saw St. Osor like this, but immediately he subconsciously reacted - this is the legendary armor of the Queen of the Wind in the Battle of the Sages, and it is also the symbol of the elven royal family, the lament of stardust, and it is said that this armor has long been lost in the long river of history with the fog elves. But one day, when it reappeared in the king of the elven race, it did not lose its demeanor in the slightest.

"Lady Queen...... What are you ......" Brando didn't understand what it meant to appear in such a costume, was it to give the she-wolf a dismount? It seems that St. Oshor in his acquaintance is not such a superficial person.

"Huh?" Dark Kou Hua looked at the wind and sighed in surprise: "Sure enough, it is the remnant of those guys in the Tower of Babel, I didn't expect that I could still see it in this era." ”

"What does that mean?" Brando interrupted her.

"Brando," but the Wind Queen took over, "remember what I said to you last time?" ”

"...... last time?"

"It's the time you accepted Odin's legacy."

"You say ......" Brando suddenly remembered the conversation at that time: "At that time, you said that what you have done, and what Odin has done, may not be clear in terms of right and wrong today, thousands of years later, but only different endings of different means——"

As if a bolt of lightning crossed his thoughts, he immediately reacted: "It turns out. The dark dragon has chosen the wrong path, and you-"

"We're not necessarily right," Saint-Osor interrupted Brando, "but we had already anticipated today's outcome after the final battle. ”

"But why ......" Brando looked at the queen of the wind in confusion, "Could it be that what Master Tulaman said is true?" ”

"It's a legend. Brando. The elven royal sister glanced at Kou Hua silently and replied lightly.

It was a time when the Azure Knight had not yet pierced the firmament and caused meteors to fall to the ground, thus beginning the Mortal Era......

It's the pre-chaos era.

In the time described in the countless hymns, God walked on the earth, and the earth was full of God's people—the people of silver. Warriors of the Gods—the people of gold. And before them, there were even more glorious people and servants of God. Under the light of the gods, the earth was full of gold and jade, the rivers flowed with sweet and sweet waters, the gods guided their people to cultivate and multiply on this fertile land, the fire of civilization was once prosperous and strong, the silver tribes built countless miracles on the earth, towers reached into the sky, cities floated above the clouds, temples were made of jade, and the holy sounds in the temples were endless all year round.

But in fact, the history of the war in Cang's poem tells a completely different story.

It was a time of war, bloodshed, and heroic sacrifice, in which the gods and their servants faced a terrible enemy, the Dragon of Dusk, countless battles, countless rebuilds on the ruins, the collapse of civilization, and in the last years, the Dragon of Dusk conquered the Tower of Babel, the most powerful fortress of the Silver People.

The gloom of civilization.

This is the terrible catastrophe recorded in the epic of the Cruz people, recorded on the slate of war, recorded in the prophecy of the black. Countless civilizations were destroyed, and the inheritance of the past was scattered on the earth, and for countless years after that, the once noble people of silver had to trek through the land with great difficulty, overcoming thorns and thorns, in search of the lost qiē.

Until a hero appears in this world.

The knight of the azure.

The legend that changed a qiē.

After the Azure Spear pierced into the sky and put the Dragon of Dusk to sleep, the Minr appeared on the land, and a prophet led them through the Great Plains to establish the first civilization in the field of today's four-leaf clover after the gods were far away from Vahnd, the Minr Empire, which was also the beginning of the mortal era.

And that prophet, he has no name, but the legend about him has been passed down from generation to generation, because every generation of Minr since then has had a prophet who has a common name - the Dark Dragon.

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