"No, it can't go wrong, this plan, our plan, it must be flawless!" Like an empty shell that has lost its mind and soul, the dragon queen Gwendoline's eyes showed a terrified brilliance, gritted her teeth, and used her last courage and strength to fight for control of the 'green'.

It seemed like the only thing she could do, but it looked more like the dying throes of a drowning man.

Sweat pooled like a stream on her cheeks and slender jaw, allowing her hands to radiate one line after another of laws and apply to the scepter in mid-air, her skin was so pale that it lost its blood color, and a thin layer of crystal, the pale blue veins below were clearly visible, and she soon trembled.

But the green dream-like scepter flew firmly into Roman's hand, and Miss Merchant smiled in the black cocoon and raised her right hand, letting the greenery fall on her white palm, and then clasped her fingers together and grasped it.

At that moment, Gwendoline only felt a burst of blackness in front of her, as if she had been hit head-on by an archmage who had stepped into the Holy Realm with a fourteen-ring 'Return to Dust' spell, and her entire body and even her soul trembled, as if she was about to be lost at any moment.

It's all over-

The dragon queen's heart seemed to have fallen into a dark bottomless abyss, and despair enveloped her mind, as if she could no longer see anything, only a boundless remorse.

"Gwendoline!" But a voice swept through her heart like a bolt of lightning.

It was an angry voice, not so much a rebuke as an angry roar: "There is still a chance now, and you are going to give up?" Shepherds? I thought you guys were so good, but I didn't expect it to be like this? Or who are you going to throw this mess to? ”

There was a sense of satisfaction and disappointment in the roar, and Gwendoline was no stranger to the voice. But Brando's disdain stung her self-esteem deeply.

"No, you know what!" As if having found a target where she could vent her anger, Gwendoline roared angrily in her heart: "I didn't give up, it just didn't work, we were all deceived, I'm a complete failure!" Yes. I hurt everyone! ”

"Don't blame everyone for your weakness and incompetence, if you die, you will die in the middle of the charge, only a coward will kneel and beg for mercy! Besides, it doesn't make any sense, because no one will pity you......" Brando flew in that direction with all her might, but in his eyes, the 'Roman' in the black light cocoon did not move, but the distance between her and Gwendoline, and from him, was getting farther and farther away.

It was as if a space that had been folded up was now flattened, and a fragmented world suddenly expanded several times over, with a gray web extending beneath the dusk. The distance between the grids grew larger and larger, as if in the blink of an eye, Gwendoline, who was still in front of her, was separated from her.

Brando didn't know what Twilight's Will was doing, but it wasn't a good thing, and when he saw Gwendoline's dejected look, he knew that it was just as he had expected - the Wrangler had been put in the hands of the Twilight Dragon.

What are you kidding, how can a big boss like the Dragon of Dusk be stumbling in front of intrigues, and any tricks are meaningless in the face of absolute strength. The funny thing is that the herdsmen can't even understand this truth, and they have deceived themselves for thousands of years.

Of course, perhaps the sages of the first generation of shepherds had other plans. But by this time, their successors had clearly gone astray. When the wolf plague struck in "Amber Sword", the Bugats, along with the silver elves and dragons, thought of countless ways to deal with Isis and her daughters, and what was the result?

It's not about relying on that earth-shattering final battle, sacrificing NPCs, and finally being attacked by the player as if they were almost suicidal. only to barely win.

In the face of such a level of power, the plan may work, but at the last minute, it will take absolute strength to put an end to the problem.

So he was not optimistic about the farce of the shepherds in the first place.

Only someone like Andesa, brainwashed by faith and doctrine, would have faith in their success.

But what angered him the most was that the Dragon Queen and Andesa had hurt countless innocent people for this farce. The death of the Silver Queen, the war of Cruz, and even the heroic soul of Eruin Ampesel in the First War, the tragedy of many bereaved families, all have to be counted on these people.

It's coming.

Are they going to give up?

Waiting for death has never been Brando's character, otherwise he would have left Amber Sword with his senior sister at that time, instead of going from Eruin to St. Osor, and then from St. Osore to Farnzan and joining the Knights of Greysius, constantly entangled with the skeleton of Madara.

His creed never bends the knee and surrenders, even if it is death, it will leave a deep scar on the enemy.

'Imperial, you can kill me, but you can't conquer me-'

These are the last words left by Hirst, the rebel of Anzeruta and the proudest hero of the Highlanders, before his death, and one of Brando's mottos in the game.

Therefore, Gwendolin's weakness at the last moment deeply angered him, and if they persevered to the end, he might still look at Gao Mushuren, but the other party's expression at this moment was undoubtedly blaspheming all those who had believed in them.

Including those who have died at their hands.

Brando's words finally had a little effect, and Gwendoline's eyes lit up again, in fact she was not weak, but she could not bear the qiē that the herdsmen had spent tens of thousands of years preparing turned out to be a ridiculous joke.

But she herself is not afraid of death.

Yes, that's right, how can she be a person who will make others see jokes on herself, even if the opponent is the Dragon of Dusk, it doesn't make a difference, she is the Queen of the Dragon, Gwendoline, and the name means pride.

Gwendoreen threw her head back and let out a roar of rage, a pair of pitch-black wings growing out from behind her. She flapped her wings slightly, and her body began to grow in size, her neck grew longer, her fingers grew long claws, her forehead was covered with black, thick scales, and a tail grew from behind her.

In the blink of an eye, she had turned into a huge black dragon.

Not a juvenile she-dragon like Aloz, she has a long lifespan, a wealth of knowledge and experience, and has inherited the heritage of ancient dragons in her bloodline, many years ago, Gwendoline had the capital known as the ancient dragon.

She held her head high, up to the sky, down to the ground, and her tail alone was hundreds of meters long, and a pair of wings covered the sky and the sun, many times larger than when Brando saw her in Vaynde.

Brando knew that it was because this was a world of elements and spirits, and the blood and spiritual power of the dragons showed the strongest strength in this world.

But 'Roman' didn't look at her.

"Brando, are you going to make a move on me?"

Brando, who was trying his best to fly towards the area between Roman and Gwendoline, seemed to have been stabbed in the chest, his face turned pale, and the anger in his chest disappeared without a trace: "Luo, Roman......?" ”

"It's me, Brando, it's a pity that I can't travel the world with you and become the biggest businessman."

"Mr. Brando, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Brando's face was terribly bad, and the knuckles of the two holy swords holding them rattled, the knuckles were as white as if they were exposed bone joints, and he couldn't help but ask.

But Brando didn't hear it.

"You're not Roman."

"You can say that, but I can still feel the feelings for you in my heart, but it's a pity that the will of the dusk makes it impossible for me to have this feeling, I will give you a decent ending, and you will live forever in my memory."

"Bring back my Royman!" Brando looked in that direction, his eyes almost bursting with fire, and he gritted his teeth and said almost word for word.

Miss Merchant' was silent, and only after a moment did her voice resound, "I'm sorry, Brando, I'm afraid I can't do it. ”

"Gwendoline!" Brando roared, "Cooperate with me!" ”

Gwendolyn was now fully conscious, and the dragon queen of the tree herdsman mentally disdained Brando's orders, but reason told her what to do at this moment.

She let out a low growl, her wings raised, and flew towards 'Roman' like a black light.

'Miss Merchant' sneered.

The world is now very different in the eyes of the twilight, and it is ridiculous that these self-proclaimed heirs of this civilization do not understand this, these humble creatures are forever struggling with their short-sighted gaze, which may be the sorrow of mortal things.

They were not even as good as Martha, who was created by the gods but was seen to be superior to the civilization of the Matatanians, and if she had not to shelter these ignorant people, perhaps the battle would have lasted for a long time.

The funny thing is that it was these people she sheltered who personally delivered each other's lives to her.

"That's why order is short-lived."

She sneered.

Changes began to take place in the space.

Gwendoline, who was flying towards 'Roman' with all her might, suddenly saw many strange scenes, and suddenly there were many strange things in this fragmented elemental world.

It was a silver web, suspended in a pitch-black space, and down this web was a blue continent.

…… (To be continued......)