Euler continued to analyze: "Taking a step back, even if he really has this kind of bad taste, do you think that such a powerful mage would be so brainbroken that he would leave the crystal center at the bottom of the tower, keep standing next to it and consume mana to maintain the magic circle, and then wait for someone to come down and destroy the magic crystal, and kill him by the way?"

Rommel was speechless, when it comes to this kind of professional issue, the gap between him and Euler is indeed not half a star.

One of the guards exclaimed, "Look! Tower." ”

Several young people on the observation deck looked up at the bottom of the tower, their faces changed.

A dark red mist of the Scourge poured in from all directions, gathering at the base of the tower and spreading towards the top floor.

From the outside, it looks like hundreds of millions of red ants climbing along the black trunk of a tree.

"The exit below the tower has been blocked by red mist. A soldier of the city defense army ran from the direction of the overpass with a pale face, "Now, there are still more than 600 civilians left in the tower and nowhere to go." ”

"Don't worry, Your Majesty has ordered all griffon knights to prioritize the safe transport of civilians back to Olympia City. ”

An older squire reassured. "Go tell your commander that all the civilians who remain in the tower will meet up at the flyover, and the griffons will take turns sending them back. ”

As if to echo his words, the griffon's neighing was heard in the sky, and huge creatures with golden wings descended from the sky with haughty eyes, flapping their wings and staying near the bridge.

In the eyes of the common people, this group of griffons is simply angels on earth, and tears of joy and tears of joy emanate from the crowd.

"Glory is above, we are saved. ”

"Thank you, Emperor. ”

Civilians shouted praises to Radiance and their emperor, scrambling to step on the griffin's back, the novelty of riding this giant creature and the sense of happiness in the aftermath of the catastrophe intertwined with a relaxed expression on their faces.

One by one, the civilians left, and the few who remained on the observation deck remained unmoved.

"You're not leaving?" Constantine looked at the three men beside him in surprise

Roland drew a cross on his chest, "As a paladin, it is my mission to guard the people of the Glorious Realm, and I will stay and defeat that dark magician." ”

Ora said lightly: "If I don't kill the thousands of undead downstairs, I will feel very uncomfortable when I think about problems in the future." ”

"You ......" Constantine smiled bitterly, thinking that strange things happen every year, and this year seems to be too much.

But when he thought about it, he seemed to be about the same.

Taking a deep breath, he turned his head to look at Rommel, "You are a dragon lancer, the target of this magician is obviously His Majesty the Emperor, he is dead, it is the greatest benefit to your dragon lance, so why are you staying?"

Rommel was silent, and after taking off his mask from Constantine, he kept looking at the boy with a complicated and strange look.

After a long time, he spoke, "Just now in the arena, I saw the sword you used [Twilight]. ”

"So, are you really the son of the rumored Grand Duke of Winterfell who died ten years ago?"

Speaking of this, he paused, "And it's still His Highness Kayan's fiancé when he was a child?"

Constantine was also silent, although as a witness, he was reluctant to recall these past events, but he had to admit that in this world, after all, there are still many people who remember those old things.

He was also silent for a long time before he calmly said, "Yes!"

Although there had been similar conjectures on the banks of the Notin River, Rommel still had an incredible expression on his face when Constantine himself confessed.

Roland's expression was similar, but his reaction was not so intense, he just frowned and thought, and even had a little relief on his face

It doesn't seem to be much of a shame to be defeated at the hands of the son of a sword master?, the paladin thought with a wry smile.

Only Ora's face remained unchanged with indifference, as if no news in this world was enough to shock him.

"I'll stay. Constantine clenched the dawn in his hand and looked at the three people with different expressions, "The reason may seem ridiculous in your eyes, I want to try to save those I can still save, even if they have nothing to do with me now." ”

After unleashing that sword on the hot sand battlefield, the boy's dark state of mind for many years finally changed slightly.

After saying this, he walked up the overpass without looking back, and walked towards the tower.

Looking at the back of the young man, at the group of griffons carrying the civilians away, and remembering what he had seen and heard in the past year at the Royal Academy of Magic, Rommel thought thoughtfully.

"When I first came to the Holy Empire, I couldn't understand why the rotten and old kingdom of the Holy Empire could defeat the descendants of our dragons and become the number one power in the continent, but now I seem to understand a little. ”

"The real strong men in this country, their power is not always used to plunder and attack, more often than not, it is to protect the weak behind them!" Rommel said, "although it may seem stupid, I have to admit that this may indeed be a way to make a country run better." ”

Roland's eyes were calm, and he said with a little pride: "As early as a thousand years ago, the great ancestors who pioneered our country, whether it was the first emperor Jupiter, or the previous Pope His Majesty who supported him, realized after the Battle of Dawn that this world does not always belong to the strong, and more often, those seemingly inconspicuous ordinary people are the real masters of this world. ”

The paladin turned back to Euler and said, "I'll go to the top of the tower to help Your Excellency the Count, do you have what it takes to hold down the living corpses below us?"

"In this position, if the number of them is less than a thousand, I can kill as many as I come, and I can't guarantee that it will exceed this number. Euler said.

"Add me, a thousand more, and it should be fine. Rommel spoke suddenly.

Looking at Roland's strange expression, the Dragon Vein Warlock said indifferently, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not helping your Holy Empire, it's just that the descendants of the Dragon Knight don't like to retreat on the spot, if I don't kill these disgusting guys, I will have a psychological shadow when I go to the battlefield in the future, and it is the people of your Holy Empire who die anyway." ”

"I'll leave it to you. Roland nodded, and sped towards the tower.

When Roland's figure walked away, a lazy voice sounded in the observation deck, "It's very good that you can understand this truth, the bear child of the Kate family, it proves that I didn't run in vain this trip, and I can give an account to the unenterprising guy in old Rome when I go back." ”

Rommel's body shook, and he looked at the seemingly drunk middle-aged uncle who appeared behind him in disbelief, the same one who accompanied Ora and Heine to watch the game dozens of days ago.

This middle-aged uncle didn't know how long he stood outside the observation deck, and he didn't even notice that Roland, who was a powerhouse in the Holy Domain, and Constantine, the top hunter in the continent, could see how amazing his strength was.

Judging by his tone, it was clear that the middle-aged uncle knew Rommel, and he also knew Rommel's father, --- Archduke of Rome.

"O... Uncle Ophero. Rommel, who had always been calm, was shocked again.

The middle-aged man known as Obiro took out a wine jug and took two sips, "And what you just discussed with that Roland, it's very good, it's a bit advanced in terms of knowledge, at least it's much better than those pretentious fools in the other dragon vein families, they didn't even tell me that the Holy Empire has such a good drink, it's really damn good." ”

Ora raised her eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged uncle who appeared in front of her with a little vigilance.

In his eyes, this seemingly cynical man was even more difficult to deal with than the thousands of living corpses in the arena combined.

Spanning decades ago, Orfilo was definitely one of the most dazzling figures on the continent.

Before the battle between Roland and Rommel, this middle-aged uncle was once recognized as the youngest Sanctuary powerhouse in the history of the Icadia Continent, and became a Sanctuary at the age of thirty, becoming the new dragon knight of the dragon lance, which attracted worldwide attention.

Within the Dragonlance Dynasty, Ofiro is regarded as a legendary idol of a generation by countless Dragonlancers.

"Uncle Ophero, even you are here. Rommel looked at Ophero with incredulous eyes.

Obiro licked the last two drops of wine off the flask, and said, "Old Rome asked me to come, he didn't worry about you, an ignorant bear child, and he was worried about what that old thing Morgan would do to you in the game."

"If you want me to say, that's pure nonsense, and you can't question the character of the old marshal because he was beaten like a dog by Morgan on the battlefield, don't you say? Of course, your father cares too much about you, so it is understandable. ”

"Now, I have encountered this kind of excitement that has not been seen in a hundred years, with my personality, how can I do it without rubbing my feet?" The middle-aged dragon knight threw away the wine jug and scolded with a smile, his eyes shot an incomparably sharp and arrogant light, and he seemed to have regained a little bit of his vigor back then.

If someone can look directly at the clear eyes under Ophiro's sloppy hair, they will find that there is a black vertical line in the pupils of the middle-aged man.

It was a sign only for high-level dragon veins who had completed the awakening of the bloodline-the dragon pupil.

"I don't have a weapon, so I'll borrow this gun from you. Ophiro said, borrowing it, but his hand unceremoniously snatched the black dragon spear from Rommel's hand, and the latter did not react.

"Uncle Ophiro, where are you going next?" Rommel asked, frowning.

"Of course, it's looking for the best fight. Ophiro pointed his spear at the tall black shadow on the plains, thousands of miles away, and his vision was enhanced by the bloodline, allowing him to see the demon in its entirety.

"I won't participate in the duel between the two guys on the roof, and the thousands of dead people downstairs will be solved by yourself. Ophiro stared at the formidable Tismar in the distance, and there was nothing else in his eyes.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot to remind you that there are two very powerful magicians in the sky, and they are now throwing boring spells at each other, and you two little ones have a little time to enjoy it before the group of undead climbs up, as a relaxation program before the opening, I wish you all a pleasant viewing. ”

As soon as the words fell, there was a bang, as if a loud sound about to blow up the sky dome erupted from the depths of the clouds, echoing over the Olympian Plains.