"What would you tell Robert?" she asked suddenly.

"Don't say anything," Ella replied briefly. "Say nothing, I assure you. She turned and walked away.

Lolana watched as the dragoon rode with graceful, slow steps, black capes fluttering in the warm north wind.

The sun shone on the loot that Ella held in her hand, and Lolana knew she could take the spear back.

There was a large group of knights down there, and all she had to do was shout.

But Lorana's tired mind and body refused to act.

It takes a lot of effort to even stand up. She now only relies on pride to keep her from falling.

"Take the dragon slayer," Lorana said to Ella silently. "It's not good for you. ”

Ella walked towards the giant blue dragon. The knights happened to drag the head of a blue dragon into the square, and Blue Sky was extremely angry at the sight, and let out an angry low roar in his throat.

The knight was surprised to see the blue dragon, the dragoon, and Lolana standing on the wall.

Many people raised their weapons, but Lola stopped them with a gesture of appropriation. It was the last thing she had the strength to do.

Ella looked at the knight with disdain, put her hand on Blue-Eye's neck, and gently stroked him to soothe his emotions.

She did it slowly, letting everyone know that she wasn't afraid.

The knights reluctantly laid down their arms.

Ella laughed presumptuously and rolled over and jumped onto the dragon's back.

"Goodbye, Lorana Serasa. She shouted.

Ella raised the dragon slayer spear into the sky and ordered the blue sky to take off.

The huge blue dragon spreads its wings and soars effortlessly into the blue sky. Ella guided him skillfully, hovering over Lorana's head.

The elf looked at the blue dragon's blood-red eyes, saw the tip of his bleeding nose, and roared with blood.

On his back, between the two wings of the great one, sat Ella;

The blue dragon scale armor shone brightly, and the sun shone on her hideous mask. The tip of the dragon slayer reflects light.

Then, the dragon slayer kept flipping and fell from the gloved hands of the dragoon.

It landed right at Lorana's feet.

"Keep it," Ella shouted in a silver bell-like voice. "You're going to need it!"

The blue dragon flipped its wings and followed the updraft, flying towards the sun.

The sky on a winter night is overcast and there are no stars.

The strong wind caused hail and snow flakes to hit the armor like arrows, and the cold air penetrated the armor, freezing the soul and blood inside.

There were no guards here, because the soldier standing in the fortifications would freeze at his post.

There is no need to send a vigil.

Throughout the day, when the sun was high, the knights looked intently at the plain, without any sign of the dragon legion gathering.

Even when night falls, there are only sparse campfires on the other side of the horizon.

That night, as the cold wind shrieked through the ruins and rubble piles like a dying dragon, the Knight of Jinglanya was burying their dead.

The remains were carried to a catacombs at the base of the tower. Once upon a time, this was the resting place of the dead of the Order.

But that was a long time ago, that was the era when Xiu Ma died heroically on the battlefield.

If it weren't for the curiosity of a Kande, the tomb would not have reappeared.

In the past, it must have been heavily guarded and well cared for, but even the dead could not escape the erosion of time.

The stone plant was covered with a thick layer of ash, and after the dust was removed, no one could read the words on it.

The tomb was a square chamber, buried deep underground, and the Palatine Hall was its name, and the collapse of the tower did not affect it in the slightest.

A narrow walkway leads to two large iron gates, marked with Palatin's mark, the Platinum Dragon, an ancient symbol of rebirth and death.

The knights brought torches to illuminate the place, inserting them in the rusted pedestals on the walls.

The room is surrounded by sarcophagi of ancient people on all sides.

On each sarcophagus is an iron tablet engraved with the knight's name, family, and date of death.

The aisle between two rows of sarcophagi leads to a marble altarpiece.

In the very middle of the Palatine Temple, the knights lay down the remains of their comrades.

Everyone knew that the dragon legion would be back soon, so there was no time to build the coffin.

The knights had to spend time rebuilding the destroyed walls, not building guest places for those who were no longer needed.

They brought the bodies of their comrades into the Palatine Hall and lined them up in a long line on the cold stone slabs.

The body was draped in an ancient cloth, which was originally used to tie up the body at a funeral, and there was no time to do so now.

The sword of each dead knight was placed on their chest, and the trophies of some enemy: perhaps an arrow, a broken shield, or a dragon's claw, were placed at their feet.

When the corpses were all moved into this room, the knights gathered.

They stood next to the deceased, each standing next to a friend, comrade or brother.

In the silence where their heartbeats could be heard clearly, the salute carried the three last bodies on stretchers.

This is supposed to be a sub-state funeral, full of extravagant details in the rules of chivalry.

On the altar should be the Heavenly Knight, dressed in ceremonial armor, and next to him should be the King of France, wearing a piece of armor covered with the white robes of the Palatine priests.

Here should be standing the nihilistic official, dressed in the black robes of the court. The altar should be covered with roses.

The golden insignia of the kingfisher, the crown, the sword should be placed on it.

But now standing on the altar was an elven woman, dressed in brown bloodstained armor, with a dwarf standing next to it.

He hung his head sadly, and there was a Kander with a childish face that was heartbroken.

The only rose on the altar is a black rose found from Stone's belt, and the only decoration is a silver dragon slayer spear stained with blood.

The salute solemnly placed the three bodies in front of the three friends.

On the right is the body of Sir Alfred Marchain, mutilated and headless covered in linen.

On the left is Sir Derek Klanga, with linen wrapping around his body as well, covering the warped expression of fear on his face.

In the middle is the corpse of Stone Brightred, who has no white shroud on his body and is still wearing his father's armor until his death.

His father's ancient sword was clenched in his cold hand and rested on his chest.

Another ornament placed on his broken chest, which no knight recognized.

It was the Star Diamond, which Lolana had found from the blood of the knights. When Lorana held it in her hand, the light of the star diamond had begun to slowly dim.

As she observes the Star Diamond, many puzzles are solved.

This, that's why they have the same nightmare. Does Stone know its power?

Did he know what kind of connection this had between him and Albert? No, Lorana thought sadly, he probably didn't.

Nor will he understand the love it represents. No human can understand.

She carefully placed it on his chest, and a black-haired elf was heartbroken in her mind, and now she should have known that the owner of the Star Diamond had stopped her heartbeat.

The salute stepped back, waiting.

The assembled knights lowered their heads for a moment, then raised their heads to face Lorana.

This should be a glorious moment, a moment when the heroic deeds of these dead knights are announced.

But for a moment, the knight heard only the heartbroken sobs of Dwarf and Wade.

Lolana looked at Stone with a calm face and was speechless.

For a short moment, she envied Shi Stone, very envious of him.

He will no longer be in pain, he will no longer be alone. His war has already been fought. He won.

You've left me!" Lolana wept bitterly. Leave me alone with this.

First Robert, then Elistan, and now you.

I can't help it, I'm not strong enough! I can't let you go, Stone Your death is meaningless, illogical, it's a farce, it's a humiliation.

I won't let you go, I won't let you go without saying a word, I will never let you go calmly!

Lolana looked up, her eyes reflecting the light of the torches.

"You look forward to a noble speech," her voice was as cold as the air in the tomb. "A noble speech in memory of the heroic deeds of these deceased.

You won't hear it, at least not if I will!"

The knights looked at each other with gloomy faces.

"These people, who were supposed to unite under the banner of the Knights founded by Candela since ancient times, died under discord, under the tragedy of pride, ambition, and greed.

Your eyes turn to Derek Kranga, but he doesn't need to be fully responsible, it's you who are responsible.

Each and every one of you, each of you who is on one side or the other in this power struggle. ”

Several knights bowed their heads, their faces bloodless with anger and shame.

Lolana choked up and couldn't speak, and then she felt Hubble's hand soothefully grip her. She swallowed her sadness and regained her composure.

"There is only one person who has not joined the fight. There is only one of you who lives by the knight's creed every day.

And most days, he wasn't a knight.

In other words, he is a knight in his heart and deeds, and his noble name is not in the official record of preferring to die without knowing how to change. ”

Lolana picked up the bloodstained dragon slayer from the altar and held it high above her head. When she raised her spear, her soul seemed to be released.

The wings of darkness that flew around her were also conquered.

When she raised her voice, the knights looked at her with a wrenched look. Her beauty is as warm as the spring sun.

The atmosphere of the funeral was unusually peaceful, and although everyone had sad expressions on their faces, in fact, there was only melancholy in their hearts.

Stone's body lay quietly in the glass coffin, and Lorana's tears couldn't stop falling, and she couldn't restrain the grief in her heart.

After this life-and-death battle, Stone has perfectly fulfilled the responsibilities and glory of a crown knight, and his soul will rest in peace forever.

The legend about him will also be sung by the bard forever......