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"Follow me. Rhaegar said briefly.

Following Rhaeggar's footsteps, Constantine walked down the mountain.

After passing through several fields, crossing a small stream, and walking through a waist-high green meadow, the two came to a dense forest on the north side of the valley of the setting sunset.

Walking into the woods, Constantine stopped, and he noticed that every pine tree here was engraved with a first and last name, corresponding titles, and the date of birth and death marked below.

"Are these—" Constantine hesitated for a moment, in fact, the answer was already in his mind.

Walking through the woods, Rhaeggar's footsteps became soft, in stark contrast to his heavy voice, "The names you see before you are the names of the knights who left Winterfell with me twelve years ago, and the owners of these names have died in the past revolt battles. ”

"I was a failed commander who didn't bring back the victory they wanted, and let them die in vain. ”

"I can't even get their bodies back. Rhaeggar's voice grew bitter, "I can only engrave their names on it one by one, and use this place as their tombstone." ”

Looking at the woods in front of him, as well as those dense names, Constantine was in a trance, as if through these names, he saw a bloody body, unwilling and angry in the battle.

"I remember the names of everyone here. ”

Rhaegar looked around and clenched the hilt of his sword, trying his best to suppress the tremors in his voice and the surging emotions in his heart, even when he persuaded the Grand Duke to leave from the top of the tower of the Grand Duke's Mansion before the collapse of Winterfell.

Rhaegar walked through the woods, pointing his sword at the name on one of the trees, "This is Huron, and you should remember his name, my lieutenant back then, who was the first to die in battle eight years ago, under siege by the dragoons. ”

"This is Richard, a member of the Winter Garrison, who also died at the hands of the Lancer Knight in order to cover our retreat. ”

"This is Morse, the best archer among us, who was burned alive with fireballs by several dragon lance mages, and when he died, he didn't even let out a scream. Rhaegar said, his expression calm, but anyone could see the great grief hidden in his heart.

The sword pointed to the name on the next tree, and Rhaeggar's voice became deeper and deeper, "This is old John, he is not a great soldier, he is just a very ordinary blacksmith in Winterfell, when I led the people of Winterfell to retreat, he also left with us, and he has been wandering with us for many years, but he has no regrets. ”

"Four years ago, we launched an uprising in Icestream, and Nero of House Vismal led thousands of elite knights and twenty Silver Dragon Warriors to suppress it, and I was alone with Nero and his four Silver Dragon Warriors. ”

Rhaegar said with trepidation, "It was the hardest battle I've ever had. ”

Constantine listened quietly, looking at Rhaegar's face, and he couldn't help but feel a little sincere admiration in his heart.

He himself had confronted the Silver Dragon Warriors on the plains, and he knew how perverted the warriors cultivated by the Dragon Vein Family were.

The power of a single dragon warrior may not be amazing, but when they are assembled into a battle formation and cooperate with each other, the combat power that bursts out is almost as strong as a small knight order

On the battlefield full of dangers, Rhaegar single-handedly dragged the four high-level peak knights of the Dragon Lance Dynasty and Nero as the commander, and finally was able to retreat with his whole body, which is already an amazing record.

"Actually, I didn't think I would survive that battle. ”

Rhaegar said: "Nero is worthy of being the heir of the Vismal family, although I was initially suppressed due to my lack of actual combat experience, but the talent of the dragon veiners is stronger than I thought, and the four silver dragon warriors quickly regained the upper hand and pushed me to a corner. ”

"Just when I thought my life was going to be at the mercy of Icestream, Old John burst out of the crowd and stopped me deadly in front of me, helping me to block the deadliest swords. ”

Rhaegar clenched his fists, "Then, I just watched as this old man was in front of me, being cut into pieces by the sword qi. ”

Constantine fell into a long silence.

Vivid images came to his mind: the battle-torn city, the approaching enemy army, the brilliant magic and sword aura of destruction intertwined in his vision, and the corpses under the banner of the Silver Dragon Family......

Facing the frost and flames flying in the sky, and facing a powerful opponent who outnumbered them several times their own, countless warriors of Azeroya charged one after another, their roar was like the roar of the north wind, but the halberd of the dragon lancer was woven into a cold steel thorn, stabbing the flesh and blood that were not afraid of death.

Rhaegar stood in the middle of the crowd, wielding his sword as he faced the seemingly invincible Dragonvein and his four samurai alone.

Rhaegar ran his fingers over the name of Old John on the tree, and remembered that the venerable old blacksmith always followed the group without saying a word, which was not very noticeable, but at the last moment, his back was imprinted on Rhaeggar's sight.

Old John rushed out of the crowd, and no one knew how the old master had made his way through the smoky battlefield and how he had found Rhaeggar.

He carried a hammer in his hand, and there was countless blood on the hammer, and there were many wounds on his body, and countless dust, but he didn't care about it, and his eyes were fixed on the six people who were fighting nearby.

As the blade was about to plunge into Rhaeggar's body, Old John pounced on him and slammed into Nero like a lion defending his territory.

Then there was the rain of blood.

"In the end, I escaped alive. Rhaegar hung his head. "But every time I think about that moment, I can't help but have nightmares, and I'm a complete coward compared to him. ”

Constantine said softly, "They are all worthy of the memorial of the warriors of the Northland, the true pride of Azero, and their bodies should be buried in the snow, and tombstones should be erected for all those who come after them." ”

"However, their names will not be in the history written by the Dragonlance Dynasty. Rhaegar said lightly, "The qualifications of the victors to write history." ”

Constantine patted him on the shoulder and said, "Therefore, we must be the final victors, for the sake of this forgotten remembrance." ”

Rhaegar did not reply.