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But Lolana thought calmly, and she was taken aback, remembering that the warriors had said that if you wait a while, the corpse will naturally turn to ashes, and then you can draw your weapon.

The sounds of fighting surrounded her, it was the cries of death, shouts of killing, crashing, wailing.

But she was unmoved.

She calmly waited for the corpse to turn to ashes, bent down, brushed off the ashes of her sword, and held her sword high in the sun, with the corpse of the dragonman she had slain lying at her feet.

She looked around, but she couldn't see Robert or anyone else.

Perhaps, they are all dead, and she may soon follow in their footsteps.

Lolana looked up at the sunny sky. It was a whole new world for her.

Everything and every stone, every leaf, looks very clear.

A warm breeze blew, blowing away the dark clouds on her side and in her homeland.

Lorana's soul was finally freed from the long-forbidden prison of fear and flew to the clouds, the sword in her hand reflecting the sun.

After the darkness, a glowing deity was also found, wearing shining white armor, appearing on the other side of the horizon.

She wasn't ready to fight her, nor did she expect it to come back at this time, so she decided to retreat for the time being, rethinking her plan, and for the first time she considered the possibility of defeat.

After the darkness, she abandoned her minions, leaving him alone to fight for his fate.

Meng Minna observed the four people approaching in front of him. He realized that the people in front of him were not the group of prisoners of war. Then he realized that they were the fellows who were traveling with the blonde priest.

It was these men who defeated Shaksharos's Black Onyx, escaped the convoy of prisoners, and infiltrated New Grande.

He felt as if he had known these people for a long time: one from a ruined place.

A knight of his own glory, a half-elf trying to make people think of himself as human, a sickly disabled mage and the mage's twin brother, a strong man with a brain about the size of a peanut.

It's going to be an interesting fight, he thought. He almost wanted to welcome such a face-to-face fight. It's been a long time since this opportunity has been available. Commanding the troops day after day, he began to get bored with this.

Thinking of the flames, he looked up at the sky, wondering if he could get help from it.

However, the red dragon seems to have trouble to deal with. While Matacharo was on the battlefield, Paigus was still in the egg waiting to hatch

Although she doesn't have a lot of strength, her experience and intelligence can make up for the tactical disadvantage.

The sky was filled with dragon flames, and dragon blood rained down like rain.

Fierce Minna shrugged and turned to look at the four men who were cautiously approaching him.

He heard the mage reminding his friends that Fierce Min was a priest after the darkness, so he could ask her for help

。 Fierce Mina learns from the spy that although the mage is young, he has a great strength that is not commensurate with his age, and seems to be a dangerous person.

The four of them remained silent, there was no longer a need to talk to each other, and certainly not to exchange pleasantries with the enemy.

Although it is a bit ironic, both sides have a respect for each otherc There is no anger in this fight. The two sides will calmly face off and the biggest winner will be death.

The four of them scattered in different directions, and since there was nothing to cover his back, many flaws were naturally exposed.

Fierce Minna lowered her body and waved the Night Messenger in her hand, thinking about tactics as she deterred them from moving forward.

He had to turn the horse around his disadvantage. He gripped the mace in his right hand, and the evil priest lunged forward with all his might.

The sudden movement catches the opponent off guard. He didn't raise his weapon, he just had to touch the enemy with his hand.

He stopped firmly in front of Rodrith, grabbed the mage's shoulder, and immediately began to say the prayer to the darkness after.

Rodrith fell screaming, his body, attacked by an unseen evil force, and he rolled to the ground in pain. Karamon let out a startled roar and rushed towards the priest, but Fierce Min was prepared. His mace, the "Nightbringer", gently swept over Calamon's body. "Night!" Fernana whispered, Calamon's terrifying roar turned into a scream, the magic mace plunging him into darkness.

"I can't see it, Robert, help me!" the stout warrior screamed, scurrying blindly. With a sinister grin, Fern struck Calamon in the head, and Calamon fell like a wounded buffalo.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the half-elf rushing towards him with an ancient two-handed greatsword in his hand.

Fernana spun around quickly, fending Robert's attack with the Nightbringer's hard oak handle. The two were in a stalemate for a while, until Fierce Minna pushed Robert to the ground with overwhelming force.

The Solanian knight raised his sword in salute to his enemies, which was a fatal mistake.

This gave Meng Minna the opportunity to pull out an iron needle from his hidden pocket. He held up the needle and prayed again for refuge after the darkness.

Stone walked forward slowly, and suddenly felt his body getting heavier and heavier.

Robert was lying on the ground, feeling an invisible hand pressing him to the ground, and he couldn't turn his head, not even his tongue.

He could hear Rodrith's screams strangled by a suffocation, and he could hear Fierce Mina sneering at the darkness.

Robert could only watch as the dragoon walked forward in a good time, holding the hammer aloft high, about to end Stone's life.

"Lans, llalas!" said Moona in Kyonania. He held his hammer aloft, ironically mimicking the knight's salute, and then aimed at the head of the rider, which was the most painful death for the knight, and the enemy chose to let him die crisply and happily!

Suddenly, a hand grabbed Meng Min's wrist. He looked at the hand in amazement, one that belonged to a woman.

He felt a power that rivaled him, divine in contrast to his evil. With just such a touch, Makhina's will suddenly became unable to concentrate, and he forgot the prayer that was supposed to be dedicated to the dark queen.

After the darkness, a glowing goddess was also found, wearing shiny white armor, appearing on the other side of the horizon. She wasn't ready to fight her, and she didn't expect it to come back at this time.

She decided to take a temporary retreat and reimagine her plans, and for the first time she considered the possibility of failure. After the darkness, she abandoned her minions, leaving him alone to fight for his fate.

Stone felt the spell that had been holding him down vanished, and his muscles regained control. He saw Meng Min's anger vented on Scarlet Moon's body, attacking her frantically.

As the knight rushed forward, he saw Robert standing up, his sword glistening in the sunlight.

Both of them rushed to Scarlet Moon as soon as possible, but the river breeze reached Scarlet Moon's side faster than they did.

River Wind shoved her away, using the sword's arm to deliver the blow that should have shattered Scarlet Moon's skull. River Wind heard the priest shout "Night," and his vision was enveloped by the same darkness that Calamon faced.

But the warriors of the Quissu had long expected this, and he did not panic. The river breeze could still hear the enemy's movements.

Resisting the pain of the wound, he shifted his sword to his left hand and stabbed it in the direction of the sound of the enemy's breathing. However, the blade was blocked by the dragoon's hard armor and escaped from River Wind's grasp.

River Wind pulled out his dagger in a panic, even though he knew that death was near, and there was very little hope.

At that moment, Mammina found himself alone, no longer with any spiritual power to help him, despair enveloped him tightly, and he called out to the darkness again.

But she no longer had time to worry about Takeminna, because she had her own situation to deal with.

The fierce under the mask began to sweat.

He cursed at the obstructive helmet, making it difficult for him to breathe. By the time he realized that the helmet was not suitable for face-to-face combat, it was too late, and the helmet had already obscured his left and right vision.

He saw the tall plainman wrestling in pain and blindness before him, ready to kill him if he wanted to, but there were two other warriors nearby.

The knights and half-elves had broken free from the suppression of his magic and began to come towards him. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an unusual figure, and immediately turned around to find the half-elf rushing towards him with all his might, the blade flashing with a cold light.

Where is the knight?, Fernana wielded a needle hammer, trying to stop them from approaching, while his free hand ripped off his obstructive helmet.

It was too late, and as soon as Fernan's hand dropped his helmet, Giskana's magic sword pierced into his armor and came out from behind.

The dragoon turned abruptly, his blurred vision only seeing the appearance of the Sorenian knight.

The ancient blade of the sword pierced into his abdomen. Myomin fell to her knees, still struggling to take off her helmet. He couldn't breathe and couldn't see.

He felt another sword strike, and there was nothing but darkness in front of him......

High in the air, the dying Matafuro was tormented by wounds and blood loss all over his body, and the sound of children crying for help could be heard in his ears.

She was confused, confused, as if Paith was attacking her from all sides.

After that, the red dragon flew in front of her eyes, with its back to the mountains. Mataforo sees an opportunity for her to save her child.

Paith spat out a breath of flame at the old dragon's face. It smirked as her head turned charred and her eyes began to melt.

But Mataforo ignored the flames that were devouring her eyeballs, and blindly rushed straight at Paigus with the last of his memories.

The red dragon's brain was occupied by pain and the joy of victory, and he was suddenly caught off guard. As he struggled to spit out the last breath of dragon flame, it suddenly found that he had been forced directly in front of the mountain, and he had no way to retreat.

Like a spear thrown by the gods, Matafuro slammed into him with all his might. The two dragons collided with the mountain, and the mountain collapsed, and two huge flames erupted from the hillside.

Years later, the story of Mataforo became a legend, and some said that they still heard the voice of the dragon, like smoke drifting slowly in the autumn wind, shouting, "My child ......"

On the last day of autumn, the dawn is clear and bright. The air is filled with warmth, the scent of the south wind, which has been guarding the refugees since they fled New Grande.

It took several days for the Dragonmen army to break through the walls of New Grande, its gates blocked by boulders, and its towers garrisoned by the Dwarves of the Valley.

Seston led the valiant dwarves of the valley, standing in the tower and throwing stones, dead rats, and occasionally their hapless companions at the head of the helpless dragonmen.

This gave the refugees enough time to flee into the mountains, and although they were harassed by a small group of dragonmen, they were not really harmed.

Hubble volunteered to take a group of humans to the mountains in search of a place where everyone could survive the winter.

Since the home of the hill dwarves is not far from here, Hubble is relatively familiar with the terrain. Hubble's team found a narrow valley between steep peaks, where the only population was closed off by heavy snow in winter.

The valley is easy to defend and can easily repel an incredible army of dragons, and there are plenty of caves to hide from dragons.

The refugees followed a dangerous path into the mountains and reached the valley. An avalanche obscured their tracks, while also blocking the entrance.

By the time the dragonmen found out about their tracks, it could have been months.

The valley is surrounded by mountains and shelters from the cold of winter. The forest is full of prey. Clear mountain springs flow down from the mountains. People mourn the dead, celebrate escapes, build shelters, and hold a wedding.

On the last day of autumn, the twilight of the west casts a flame-like color on the peaks, as if remembering a dead dragon.

River Breeze and Scarlet Moon tied the knot on this day.

When the two expressed their desire for Elistan to officiate at the ceremony, Elistan felt extremely honored and inquired in detail about the rules of their clan.

But the two said that the entire tribe had lost their lives and that the Quisu tradition no longer needed to be continued.

"It's going to be our wedding," River Breeze said. This moment symbolizes the beginning of a new era, rather than dwelling on a past that should have passed away long ago. ”

"We will miss our compatriots. Scarlet Moon said softly. "But we have to look forward, not look back.

We give value to the past by remembering the sorrow and beauty of the past. But history will no longer be our burden, it will make our future brighter. ”

Thus, Elistan searched the ancient gods for the norms of marriage from the white gold disc of Mishachai.

He asks Scarlet Moon and River Wind to write their vows and find out the true meaning of their love in their hearts.

For this oath will be made before the gods, and death will not end it.

The Quissu tradition has been preserved.

Two people must show each other their sincerity by offering a handmade gift at the time of exchanging vows.

This is a time of blood and fire, and even if it is safe for the time being, the turmoil of the empire will soon spread to this place.

But at this moment, it has nothing to do with them, at least this is a good start. For mobile phone users, please browse "M." to read for a better reading experience.