The War College has long since run out of soldiers.

There were no soldiers to defend either.

So when the mighty Eastern Coalition appeared on the horizon like an ancient beast.

There was no one to meet the enemy.

Not a single person appeared on the once supposedly impenetrable wall.

The gates were shut.

The moat is as quiet as death.

Not even a single person who is still loyal to the Parliament.

In the city's security office, the only remaining city guards did not know where to hide.

Those who could escape fled.

At such a time, no one is willing to make even a little sacrifice for this city, for the once top forces on the continent, the League of Legends, and the Supreme Fair Council.

From the peak to the extreme, it was only a matter of months.

It's sad to think about it.

However, this is also the cruelty of the real world.

"Is it just going to run over?" Trist sat on his horse, looking at the War College, which was almost close at hand, and didn't know if he was talking to himself or asking.

"En......" Chen Senran nodded, and then shook his head again.

After a moment, he raised his hand and motioned for the army to press forward.

As a result, the entire monster of the Eastern Realm was overwhelmingly advancing silently towards the War College.

There's no need to worry about ambushes or other traps.

There won't be.

It's like fireworks in the heyday, and now the War College is only the endless darkness after the fireworks.

Extremely smooth, he advanced under the city gate.

The drawbridge is lowered.

Chen Senran slowly drove his horse to the bridge, he stood on his horse and looked up.

Look at the empty city.

Don't know what you're looking at.

But there are also people who know what he is looking at.

Not long ago, a lame man was hanged in front of the crowd.

When he died. It's smiling.

Svein, the general of the country, dare to accept it.

Today, I'm here to give you the answer.

Your kingdom is still there.

Chen Senran looked at it for a long time, as if he was performing some kind of solemn memorial ceremony.

Much later. He lowered his head, drove forward, and pushed the door.

Push the gates.

The gates of the War College.

Since the completion of the mainland calendar 200 years, the city gate has never been breached by foreign enemies.

It's on.

The door is not locked and does not have any support.

Chen Senran just pushed.

The whole war college came to you.

A post-apocalyptic desolate war college.

A war college with the city gates open.

War College, the gates are open.

"Into town." Chen Senran whispered.

But he raised his hand.

He didn't let his army enter the city, and for some reason, he left the mighty tens of thousands of people outside the city.

He rode into the city alone. Only one Trist was followed behind him.

When Chen Senran made this decision.

Trist, who had followed him into the city, took a deep look at the back of the blind man.

The sound of horses' hooves and the tapping, Chen Senran seemed to be aimlessly cruising through this city that had already been conquered by him.

The once bustling streets are now devoid of pedestrians.

The taverns and inns that used to be like a city are like empty graves at this moment.

Those crystal screens that once broadcast the battle of the Summoner's Canyon day and night above the heavens were extinguished at this moment, like tombstones.

There is just no epitaph.

Chen Senran. And Trist, like the only intruder into this huge tomb.

and the early morning winds that blow from all directions. It's so cold, it's so lonely.

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Dark.

It's still dark.

In the darkness, the footsteps stopped.

He sat down, just across from Lalivash.

They face each other.

In the dark.

It's like a pair of old friends who have been absent for a long time.

"You're finally back." Lalivash said again, with a sigh.

"yes, I finally do. It's back. The other party replied again, yes, and was equally embarrassed.

The atmosphere is peaceful and quiet.

Although in the vast and treacherous darkness.

But it's peaceful, like in the courtyard on a sunny afternoon.

Old friends making tea. Tell each other about the past years.

No, there will be more fighting.

Nor should there be, again, hateful.

But......

But.

After all, it is.

After all, it is.

It's hard to settle.

Even if it's been so many years......

"Ashram, you still hate me." Lalivash, sighing, called out the name that had been missing for countless years.

"Lalivash, I'm just ......," Ashram paused, laughed again, and said slowly, "Take back what is rightfully mine, that's it." ...... between us"

He didn't say any more, but the meaning was obvious, that is, there was no hatred.

But there is no hatred, if there is really no hatred.

Why bother for many years and still remember those old things.

"Hatred, whatever belongs to you, now, everyone in this world feels that I, Lalivash, owe them something. Whatever you want......" Lalivash smiled too, perhaps still holding his head habitually in the dark, "just take it." ”

"Unexpectedly, after all these years, you have been almost eroded by the will of this world." Ashram shook his head and made a conclusion.

They all stopped talking.

Quiet again.

Sitting.

The two men who had been fetters for many years and didn't know how much of the past had been hidden in the middle were silent again.

It seems that it is necessary to sit on until the time turns into ashes.

"It's better for you to strike first, after all, it's a guest from afar." Much later, Lalivash said.

"No, how can I be considered a guest, I have lived in this city for so many years, and I have hardly ever left, so ......" Ashram refused, he said, "let's do it together." ”

"It's fine." Lalivash is not against it.

Thereupon.

The darkness fell silent again.

The third silence.

But this time, it was different from the silent silence that had existed before.

Quiet silence.

Peaceful silence.

This time......

It's suffocating silence.

When the darkness goes quiet.

A different kind of change has already begun.

But that's not the same as killing, killing, or other bloody fighting.

It was pure, dark, and dark encounters.

Oppress.

A silent duel.

Momentum.

A grand farewell.

The whole dark sanctuary.

There is a kind of qi that is constantly rising and falling.

It's like a silent elegy, sung over and over again.

It's long.

It's short again.

Just, for a moment.

Or maybe centuries.

Infinite rising darkness.

Something slowly fell.

It's like the dust that has accumulated countless years, and in the grinding of time, it has finally settled on the ground.

Smooth ground.

The darkness is long.

There were still two people sitting at either end of the black rock wood long table.

But things have finally changed. (To be continued......)

PS: First update.