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"The last brigade, with nine hundred and ninety-eight men, is here to wait for your command, and our blade is driven by you, where you are going, and where your sword is pointing, we will kill the enemy in blood, fight to the last body, and never retreat!"

In the Huanghuang Hall, the man (Wang) sat upright on the highest place, and the golden-red light sprinkled down from his back, making it impossible to look at him directly. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Cesilivana knelt at the foot of the hall with some uneasiness, and the aura of nine hundred and ninety-seven people surrounded her behind her, and her heart gradually calmed down, and her unyielding faith was rekindled in fighting for the glory of her country at all costs.

And the man on the throne (the king) couldn't see his face clearly, and the old voice seemed to come from a distant distance in a trance.

"Are you...... Kevin's kids, they're so young...... The Last Brigade ...... Is this the last hope for all the immortals in Nanling?"

"Once the blood of the immortal seed begins to flow, it cannot be stopped, your father, mother, brother, sister, uncle, aunt, grandfather, grandmother...... Or you're already on the battlefield, or you've returned to the dragon god, and in the end, is it finally your turn?"

Cesibanna plucked up her courage: "Our king, Honorable Blood Dragon King Ulysses, please don't hesitate any longer, guide us to the battlefield, shed the last blood for Nanling and the motherland, and fight the short-lived mongrels of the empire to the last man! This is our hope and fate, and it is also a plea!"

"......" the man (Wang) was silent, and then slowly spoke, "No...... The Last Brigade ...... You are the last bloodline of the nobles of Nanling, and the last hope and crystallization of the entire Nanling Kingdom, now the Dragon Song City is powerless, even if you are thrown into this battlefield, it will no longer help - the person who controls this war is not my old opponent, Feldnan, the one who really controls Nanling, the man who really cut off the hope of the kingdom, dragged the kingdom into war, and destroyed the kingdom in the flames of war...... Boy, he's ...... in the Far Rose City."

"That young man's eyes are not on the battlefield where the end of Nanling is already doomed, I can't see through the vision he has, it is far beyond the scope of Nanling, and even the empire I have never set foot on is inclusive and attached......"

"No...... It's not that simple...... It is said that the vision of a true wise man can penetrate history and the future, grasp the destiny and direction of the country, reverse the situation, reverse black and white, give the faith of one person to millions of people, gather the hearts of millions of people, and ...... for oneself."

"I see...... I get it...... I see...... I saw ......"

Cecilia listened to the man on the throne (the king) talking to himself, and gradually fell into silence, and could not help but show a puzzled expression: "Our king...... What do you see?"

"With the help of that person's eyes, I saw the future of Southridge. The man (Wang) sighed slowly, "But I can't realize that wonderful future anymore, and I can't see it in person, but I see that in the blueprint that the young man constructed, there is not only a place for the immortal race, but even our dragon song clan...... The possibility of continuing in a future where the kingdom is completely annihilated. ”

The man (Wang) seemed to use the last strength of his body to slowly stand up.

He looked down at His Highness, and the young immortals, with the loudest voice they could make in their chests, gave their last order as a king—

"The Last Brigade!

"The future of this country, the kingdom, is up to you! Your parents and I are ready to die in this war, but you are different, you are the hope of the kingdom, the inheritance of the kingdom, the people of the kingdom, and the blood of the kingdom! The future of the kingdom needs you! The future of the immortal race needs you! The future of Nanling needs you! You must not drain the last blood of Nanling in your body here and now!"

"Although it is a little regrettable, I am especially fortunate that in this final moment of the fall of the kingdom, I finally saw the future and hope of the kingdom. But this place of hope and future blessings is not in the kingdom, not in the land of the New Dragon Song City, which is bound to perish. ”

"He is in the hands of our enemies of the kingdom. ”

His Royal Highness's young faces showed a mixture of bewilderment and shock.

As the captain of the last brigade, Cessiwena asked the doubts in her heart for others: "Our king...... What do you mean by enemy and future?"

"Sir Silver Rose...... Evan Ian ...... and the Southridge ...... under his rule"

The man (Wang) said softly.

"However, I am about to die, and I can't confirm whether the future I see is really in the hands of that young man, so my last warriors!

"Lords, take my place, become the eyes of the kingdom, and become the brothers and sisters of the kingdom!"

"The hope of the kingdom is in your hands, and the future of the kingdom is up to you!"

There was a slight commotion in the main hall, and Cessiwena couldn't help the shock on her face: "King, you are actually leaving us...... ! Without your guidance, how can we, a group of immature young people, take on such a great destiny and carry the future of the entire kingdom on our shoulders?

"We are in the past, and the future is in the hands of your youngsters. "That man (Wang), standing with his sword, in a trance, had the spirit of jumping off the dragon's back when he was young and slashing the black duke with a sword, but the figure of the old Lou Huo still showed that he was no longer young.

This man (short-born), who carried the foundation of the kingdom on his own, staggered through the flames of war and gunpowder for fifty years, and no one dared not dare to look at this man who stood tall in the flames of the beacon and never succumbed to pain and suffering (legend) with awe and admiration.

But he was no longer young, and the man's gaze passed through the hall, through the thick stone walls, and looked at the future of the South Ridge and the kingdom.

There, without him, there is no old nobleman of Nanling, there is no foothold of the Nanling Kingdom, but there, there is still the hope of his daughter, and other young immortals.

The man (father) smiled as heroically as ever: "O Cessivana...... I've heard that you and Eddie Hill are close friends. ”

"Yes, Wang ......" Listening to the voice of the man (the old man), Cesilivanna understood that the old man had made up her mind, and could not help but show a sad expression.

"In that case, the last brigade, Captain Ceciwena Kevin. The man (father) said quietly, "Allow me to entrust you with Dyhill and her future. ”

"King!?" Cesibanna panicked, "I am just a high-ranking warrior, how can you entrust your noble Highness Edhill to me, a poor and weak man!?"

"Hahaha!" The man (Ulysses) smiled open-mindedly, "You just said that you will send me out of town no matter what, and when it is Dyhill's turn, will you have stage fright?"

"......" Cessiwena was silent for a moment, then looked at the top of the main hall with a determined gaze, "I understand, king! The last brigade swears in the name of the dragon god that they will protect the integrity of Her Royal Highness Princess Edhir Longge at all costs, even if they return their lives to the dragon god!"

"Good!" the man (the last king of Nanling) shouted loudly, "such a momentum!"

"Don't worry, I have other arrangements for Eddie Hill, and the dark passage that was blown up by the Imperials has also been repaired, you just need to leave the city from this secret passage, wait for the opportunity, and then choose whether to be reborn or destroyed!"

"Then, I hereby declare that the last brigade of the Southridge Kingdom, in its supreme glory, must not be tarnished or blasphemed—"

"Where the wings are!"

"Bang!"

Holding the barrel, Lamberts descended the stairs leading to the underground cellar and placed the barrel on the shelf.

He returned to the first floor, only to see that the proprietress Miss Cynthia had already sorted out, opened the door and entered the hall.

"Well, Potts, he's back. Stretching and smiling a little lazy, Cynthia, the manager, greeted Lamberts with a smile.

Lamberts nodded at her, and although he pretended to be dumb in front of the others, he told her a pseudonym by hand at Cynthia's request......

It's not right to say it's a pseudonym, "Potts" should be his nickname, but no one has ever called him that way in his memory.

Lamberts didn't know why he was in a trance, so he wrote the name on paper.

But now that Cynthia was up, Lamberts couldn't do whatever he wanted like before, so he thought about it, tore a sticky note from the bar, quickly wrote down a string of words with a dipping pen, and handed it to Cynthia.

Cynthia took it over somewhat casually and looked at it: "After packing up, are you going to ask for leave to go out in the afternoon? There is a volunteer activity in the 11th block, and you plan to go over and have a look?"

Lamberts nodded.

"You're actually interested in this......" Cynthia was a little speechless, since Lamberts came to help her, he didn't have the concept of vacation and rest, she would also give Lamberts a day off every week at first, but after sitting in the attic for an hour or two with nothing to do, he heard work downstairs, he still ran downstairs to help, and finally simply canceled.

"I'm finally interested in something...... I don't know your reason, but it's a good thing for you. Cynthia looked at the note and nodded subconsciously, but she immediately looked up at Lamberts with some suspicion, "But this seems to be the Silver Rose family's righteous activities, right?

Lamberts shook his head quietly, he had a clear conscience, simply out of curiosity and confusion.

He hadn't forgotten what Evan Ian had told him.

Believe in yourself...... and their own choices......

But now that he has lost his goal, how should he choose, believe, or what should he choose to believe?

It was only then that he remembered the education he had received in seminaries and monasteries.

The first lesson starts with helping others.

After talking to Evanian, and being completely excommunicated from the Church, he has realized that he is not even lacking in relation to being a good clergy or a saint, or even a clergyman.

So he tried to start from scratch -- to learn from his "enemies."

It's not the first time anyway.

The first shift! Strive to catch up with the second shift!