White Mist, when the name popped out of the mouth of Mrs. Colorring, almost everyone noticed Princess Mononoke's slightly discolored expression, and her deep eyes like an ocean showed a trace of panic that she had never felt before.

"White Mist, I'm so sorry, I never knew what White Mist was, I'm just Sebrela Luna, the daughter of the greatest general!" Each time she said an identity, Princess Mononoke's momentum became stronger, and by the end of the words, this little ghost who was once ignorant in Birmingham's eyes had a tough posture that was not inferior to the Lord of Ambra, and time gave everyone a different gift, at least the little ghost in front of her had grown into a qualified imperial princess.

"Yes, it's a pity, I thought your great father would tell you everything, and it seems that in the end, Yusuf still failed to make it to the point of reason. "The so-called reason in the mouth of Mrs. Colorring may be the bond called blood, which is a bond that no mortal can cross, but for Lady Colorring, the so-called bond is nothing more than what mortals need to fear loneliness and loneliness, and these are the useless things that Lady Colorring has abandoned after becoming the Lord of Ambela.

"It doesn't make any sense to me to cross over, and I don't want to know, I just know that the owner of this manor is not you, but me Sebrela Luna. "The momentum of being a princess is undoubtedly on display at this moment, even in the face of the Lord of Ambella, Princess Mononoke is still unafraid.

"Is it because you're sure that the people here will help you?"

"No, it's because it's Violet, not your Ambella. ”

The trust in the Empire's armed forces allowed Princess Mononoke to have almost no regard for the dwarf, even if there was an enemy count in the manor, but every inch of land, every bouquet of flowers, and even every ray of sunlight here belonged to Violet, the Empress of the Empire.

"As I said, I'm not here to fight, but to get back what someone else promised me. "I don't know if Lady Colorring is also afraid of the power of the Violet Empire, at least in the face of Princess Mononoke's strength, the Lord of Ambella chose to back down.

"So, it's up to me to do this kind of thing, you say yes, Lord Ambela. The Bloody Earl passed over the Lady of the Color Ring in understanding, and the bright red blood in the white palm slowly flowed, and the sharp bloody blade had already formed.

"That's nature, Lord Earl, it's a fair deal. Mrs. Sehuan pulled out a small smile.

"Hopefully, Lady Colourring will fulfill her promise and tell me everything you know. "The blood red skyrocketed, the flying blades swirled, and the sharp sound of breaking the sky disrupted the warm sunlight, as the earl of the Ella Empire, even if he was standing in the Rose Manor, even if he was in the violet capital Yasar at the moment, Luvia would not hesitate to make a move.

The blood blade is like a hand for life, and it is also like a glimpse of a flying fly.

"Miss Tatarli!" The timely cry for help was met with the help of the Corrupted Elves, and the sharp sword was quickly unsheathed, and the cold light collided with the swirling blood blade.

The blood blade rotated at high speed, and although the long sword in Tatali's hand was sharp, it still let out a mournful roar in the face of the blood blade like a hurricane, and the upright body continued to retreat with the trembling of the long sword, and the fatal flaw was exposed at this moment.

A cold light flashed in Count Luvia's eyes, and he took a step without moving his body, and when he stepped out, bright red flew and enveloped his whole body, and then he ran at great speed, like a blood wave pusher, Count Luvia instantly came to Tatari.

The bloody breath rushed to his face, and the death blood blade followed, and the blood blade in Count Luvia's hand condensed again, and in just a moment, it was already imprinted on Tatari's abdomen.

The energy surged, the blood splattered, and the corrupted elf was immediately injured, but the pride of being an elf made Tatali still not let go of the long sword in his hand, but increased the force in his hand, shattering the impact and the bloody blade on the sword, the sharp long sword fell more than once, and the sword wielder swung towards the enemy in front of him with a wound in the abdomen.

Seriously injured in the body, his physical strength was exhausted, this hand counterattack was almost no threat to Count Luvia, the blood blade in his palm fell the sword again, and the intact person faced the seriously injured person, the result can be imagined, the whirling blood blade knocked away the long sword in Tatali's hand, and the unprotected chest became the landing point of Count Luvia's short battle.

Count Luvia had no intention of sympathizing with the enemy, seeing that the Achilles' weakness was exposed, and another bloody blade was condensed again in a hurry, but it was obvious that Ella's bloody Count did not sort out the relationship between everyone here, and just when his third blood blade was about to strike, a swift wind sword qi struck from behind without warning.

Turning around, hedging, the blood blade shattered the sword qi, and at the same time drew a clear line between the two.

"My dear cousin, it seems that we are indeed related by blood, after all, we are almost identical in selfishness. ”

"yes, I'm so honored. Birmingham withdrew his sword, and his serious expression did not loosen at all, even if the person he had just swung his sword at was his blood cousin.

"Give me a reason. ”

"Friends. ”

"What a simple reason. ”

But it's the most favorable reason. ”

A simple dialogue is already a complete opposition of positions, there is no room for reconciliation, or there is no idea of peaceful coexistence between Birmingham and Luvia, they have always been water and fire, harmony, it is only an imaginary picture.

"Richard Birmingham. With a sharp sword, Birmingham raised his voice and called out his real name, waiting for the other party's response.

Griffin Luvia. The Bloody Earl bowed slightly, his eyes lowered, but his eyes filled with darkness were wrapped in unparalleled murderous intent.

"In this regard,"

"Great War!"

The exit of the battle word is a battle between the nobles of the Ella Empire, revealing their real names, clenching their swords, and the ancient traditions of the ancient empire reappeared on the two of them after ten years.

The wind poured in instantly, and the blood spread out.

The sword that breaks the sky is like a galloping shadow, like a thunderbolt, blessed by the wind, the sword is sharp, and the old and new hatred turns into this sword, cutting all blood ties and pasts.

The blood swirls like a blooming rose, and it is also like a rushing stream, with a flying blade in hand, scarlet permeating, and ideas, positions, and interests are undoubtedly revealed with this record, and all of them explode.

No longer questioning, no longer confused, Richard Birmingham knows what he should do, what path he should choose, he doesn't want to be a hero, he doesn't want to be a coward, he just wants to be himself, a man who lives for himself, a true nobleman in his heart.

No longer expecting, no longer hoping, Griffin Luvia gave up the last glimmer of light in his heart, a trace of obsession, he wanted to stand at the top, he didn't want to be buried in the dust of history, he was the hope of the Griffin family, the sword of Ella, and the bloody count who terrified the enemy.

Collision of ideas, opposing positions, confrontation of interests, and finally the confrontation of blades!