Ink Han's words, Noah should have been happy, but Ink Han's words meant something else. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A battle of this magnitude is not a war in the eyes of Ink Han, and the real war is even more tragic and cruel and orderly.

Noah fell into deep thought.

The calm surface of the entire continent has been turbulent, after Ragnarok, those forces that have been obscure for hundreds of years have either disappeared or accumulated a lot, and the superior demon Uricio is even more ambitious, and the attempt behind the signing of life sharing with Noah before he knows the identity of the god of death sends chills down Noah's back.

The end of the war went smoothly, tens of thousands of people did not fight again, Noah saw many Silva Empire soldiers with a depressed face, weapons thrown in the mud, military flags trampled wantonly, for many people, even if they survived, this battle must have given the Royal Legion a humiliating label of surrender, which is not very difficult to accept, but no one will feel good.

They began to believe that Ole's erroneous command and stubborn decisions had caused irreparable damage to the Empire, and when the commander ordered them to abandon resistance, they were surrounded by a tide of snow wolf knights and the massive war behemoths Earth Dragon Knights.

The southeast line of defense had long since collapsed, the mages looked at each other and then withdrew the defensive barrier, many bows and arrows still outlined the strings between their fingers, the commander roared several times, and only then did he put away the arrow feathers, and a thin young archer with a dirty face was silent for a long time, and then crouched on the ground holding his bow and arrows and cried.

There is a white light constantly rising on the battlefield, the number of priests is not enough, and many wounded can only receive the most basic treatment, for the soldiers of the Boer Legion, this is even more obvious, the frontline at the forefront has suffered the heaviest casualties, the shields and weapons that have been deformed by the impact are scattered everywhere, the blood **** the ground and converges into a stream, flowing along the slope all the way to the Doma River, many Silva Imperial soldiers who have laid down their weapons stand blankly in the valley, and the figures of the knights whistling past leave a series of dark shadows.

Liu Dongyang also wandered for a while.

His eyes opened slightly, only to see the scarlet and billowing gunsmoke, Liu Dongyang quickly closed his eyes again, the pain of the broken bones of the whole body stimulated every nerve, there was no skin that was not hot and sultry, after recovering slightly, Liu Dongyang endured the pain and turned over.

The pain of the whole body was burned on the wet soil, like being splashed with a bucket of boiling water, the pain made Liu Dongyang grin for a while, he was almost killed by his own people, and swearing was useless, Liu Dongyang had to mock this stinky and hard fate again, the strength had been slowly accumulated, and he crawled forward quickly with his hands and feet, fortunately, his limbs were intact.

There is a general direction in his vague memory, there are soldiers around him, Liu Dongyang can't take care of anything, he runs all the way to a certain place, while pulling the corpse from the dark red mud, he roars: "Pukole, where the hell are you... Get out of here..."

Liu Dongyang's bleak voice was drowned in a loud noise, and at this time, no one would pay attention to an ordinary soldier covered in blood.

Under Orle's order, the dragon sword and shield guards brushed together to retract their shields to make way for a passage, the blood-stained dragon sword pointed straight to the sky, and countless complex gazes shot out from the heavy armor, and everyone was watching.

Pol's golden army drove straight into the open, and Pol, dressed in gold armor, walked in the front, the shining gold had dimmed, like the sky with a lot of gray, his handsome face looked very serious, without a smile, and there was an indescribable meaning in his eyes when he looked at Ole.

Ole looked at him the same, his expression was extremely flat, and his eyes were like no waves, but no one would notice that his straight waist tilted forward slightly at a very small angle, and then straightened up after shaking extremely inconspicuously.

Nodding slightly, Oryel held his sword until Pol walked in front of him.

For Oryel to express a complex meaning - no matter what is said in such a moment, there is also a man, dressed in silver chain mail, walking side by side with Bol, who undoubtedly indicates his identity, the legendary warrior of the Thunder Temple, Red Sims.

The Temple of Thunder, adjacent to the southwest of the five major provinces, has always been cunning and sleek, which is not at all similar to the upright and violent power of thunder, thanks to the scheming God of Thunder Temple, the old Barrett, who skillfully maneuvered between the empire and the provinces, and it seems that Old Barrett has had enough.

Andrei must have given old Barrett a condition that was difficult to refuse, although Ole was not clear, but in the face of complete defeat at this time, Ory had nothing to say, but after all, he was not a thatch in the mud, and the throne of the future Silva Empire would not be unexpected, it must be him, although Kenod IV was not very willing.

"Your Highness, I hope you can understand. Bol stroked his chest and saluted, giving him a quick glance at the ground before looking at Oryh.

Ole's expression was still calm, Sims noticed Ole's gaze looking at him, the rough face with a brown beard smiled, and he held a silver war hammer against his chest lightly, and he looked very guilty in his words: "Your Highness, the Thunder God Temple has just arrived, and it is really difficult to interfere due to the sensitive relationship between the empire and Duke Andrei, I hope you can understand." ”

A young officer was about to interject angrily, but was immediately stopped by Oryh, who watched Sims not speak, until Sims turned his head a little awkwardly, and Oryel looked at Bol and was silent for a while.

"Congratulations, General Pol. The crisp sound of the dagger falling from Margaret's hand echoed in Ory's head, and he was full of ambition at that time, and after a short time, everything was like a mirror, leaving him with only the shadow of failure.

However, inexplicably, he remembered the Gangbo Canyon these days, the day was always very hot, and at night it was cool and breezy, and he liked to drink in the night breeze of the stars in those days, and the cup in his hand was never put down until he was drunk and unconscious.

At that time, Melonka had been standing behind him, and where has he gone now?

He often ignores the existence of Myronka, and the depression in his heart is more of an unwillingness, unwilling Andre's malicious smear, unwilling to leave an unfair evaluation in history, and now, the truth of history will always be hidden in lies, whether it is Andre or the prejudiced father, they all understand this.

His pride and ambition were crushed one by one, perhaps by the hesitation of nature, and Oryza thought in his heart that the ambitions he had promised over the years would henceforth be changed and smoothed out, and whether he liked it or not, the mediocre and ignorant masses would always be happy to hear about it—it was better to be a ruler who was silent and did nothing than to make drastic reforms, especially now that the situation on the continent was turbulent.

But in the end, Ole always felt that a piece was missing in his heart, and that feeling of loss was not a gap left by failure, but something that was missing something that was usually not noticeable but had really been lost, and the feeling that he could never get it back filled his heart.

The sudden dazzling white holy light filled the battlefield for thousands of meters, and everyone bathed in it could feel a warm and warm power moistening their bodies, the wounds healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the vigorous growth of life force was surging, and even the dying escaped the clutches of death.

Pol was surprised that this was indeed the case

The moment the holy light lit up, Ole turned his head suddenly, his scattered gaze quickly froze, a pair of white wings were revealed in the holy light, a woman in white slowly fell from the air, Ole's pupils suddenly contracted, and he suddenly realized, and his heart was even more desolate.

It turned out that the Temple of Life had always known Andrei's intentions, and it didn't matter what the reason was for Ole, the important thing was that the attitude of the god-like elder brother towards this matter was enough to influence the old emperor's decision, and the balance that had been maintained for many years was finally broken.

The saddest thing is that as the person concerned, he was the last to know about this time, and all the previous Ollie only felt that he was pathetic and ridiculous, like a babbling child's serious efforts in the eyes of others are just ridiculous and funny.

.......

The majestic breath of life enveloped everyone, and Noah was very nervous in his heart, secretly cursing that this damn luck was just bad luck to get home, but he soon realized that although this breath was familiar, it was not Helen Meng's, although the power was extremely strong and even close to the sub-god, it was still far less powerful than Helen Meng, who had the blessing of Eluni himself.

Thinking of this, Noah couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, if he was discovered by this unidentified woman among tens of thousands of horses, it would be really bad luck.

A gentle and tranquil voice sounded in the battlefield: "In the name of Eluni, the goddess of life, the people of the original Fengyue Empire, you all have the same bloodline, give up the bloody slaughter, and stop fighting." ”

With her words, the battlefield fell silent, and I don't know how long it took, but both sides stopped and knelt down one by one, with a look of worship and respect.

The holy light gradually converged, revealing her beautiful and holy appearance, a pair of white jade-like wings on her back waved lightly a few times before disappearing, she held the scepter of life symbolized by the Temple of Life, the head of the staff was carved with a small four-winged high-level angel, exuding a milky white smoothness, a white robe inlaid with complex golden lines, and a white feather high collar could not hide the snow-white gooseneck.

Her beauty is enough to move everyone, but her holiness and majesty make people dare not feel the slightest sense of obscenity.

The white light faded, and the sky was still scarlet.

Ole raised his head slightly, and a thin line of rain dripped into his eyes, I don't know if it was because the sudden light rain was too subtle, or because the weather had been suppressed for a long time, Ory sighed, and his voice was faint and almost inaudible.

"The younger brother greets the god Ganli. ”