readx;? Frozen. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Before he could open his eyes, he could already perceive that the environment was different from before. This is no longer the southern part of Avenella in the warm of May, but a place that has been absent for a long time, a place to which it has not been returned for a long, long time. The breath in his mouth carried a chill that was refreshing, but it didn't make him feel uncomfortable, because the words in his ears that were gradually becoming clearer had enough weight to warm everything up—

Are you back again, he thought, and slowly opened his eyes.

The wind blows through the cold earth, the lakes in the distance are shiny with silver, and the dark green of the fir forests common in the northern part of the East Coast is thicker than any land that has been experienced since, as if the painter had accidentally mixed the black into it by knocking over the palette.

The world's largest cervid, the world's largest cervid, has few rivals among mammals, and among the dragons who have the ability to catch them, the common dragon lizard is rejected by the world's most terrible cold in Gar, and as cold-blooded creatures, they can only go to the subarctic zone at most, and in this cold land where the daylight is short, only homeothermic animals can move freely.

- The moose ran away, and they sensed something.

The wind direction changed, and a snow-white dragon flew in from a distance.

A dragon.

It's not a wurm, it's not a hybrid, it's not a dragon lizard.

A real dragon.

It flew through the sky, its slender and graceful body and huge wingspan that looked overwhelming. The animals in the forest were frightened and fled because of the existence of this food chain top, and a noisy sound sounded, and in the distance, a snow tiger that was originally lurking in the dense forest and trying to capture a young moose lost the opportunity to catch it because of the interference of this sudden behemoth, and it jumped out hungry and grinned and tried to intimidate the opponent who was more than a hundred times its size-

The details are still so vivid, he is standing here at the moment, what his eyes see and what he hears is frozen in the fact that there can be no difference on that day, but his heart seems to be separated, feeling all this in the first person and looking at it objectively in the third person, thinking.

The dragon flew over, its left wing tilting and began to retract. If it was too large to land directly, it would inevitably cause a big impact on the ground, so it slowly folded its wings to adjust the angle, and gradually circled from high in the air to reduce its altitude.

This lasted for several minutes, and when it had made the massive wings hold the wind enough for its forty-ton body to fall slowly, the dragon reoriented itself and landed in front of him.

————' The snow on the ground that had just fallen last night and had not yet become firm was instantly blown to at least half a meter thick, and in his memory, he subconsciously raised his hands to protect his face, and the snow tiger that he glimpsed out of the corner of his eye turned around like a frightened cat after a clever moment and fled.

"Thou hast been invited. The dragon spoke, the language was unusual, and it was not something that any humanoid could pronounce with the constructs of his or her voice. But even if the ear can't understand it, the meaning goes straight to the heart.

"And I will keep my promise. The dragon approached, and a certain light began to shine, and he continued, "From now on, thou shalt inherit the name of—"

- This is the end of the memory, every time. Perhaps it was the chaotic nature of the dream that disrupted everything, and even though it felt so real, it was still not the real world, so it could happen again.

He had some clue why he was back here.

The direction of the wind has changed – to be precise, the wind has stopped.

The sound of people's conversation and life suddenly appeared in my ears in an instant, it was the warm town life, it was full of happiness. Schoolchildren were singing, younger children in bearskin hats were playing in the snow-covered streets, mothers were cross-legged and told not to get wet, and soldiers with snow shovels laughed and persuaded as they worked.

No, the people here are not very welcoming.

Like the constant cold, the people who live in this land are delicate and humble in their hearts, they don't like to shout, and they don't need many celebrations and gatherings. Everyone just lives their lives like this, without talking endlessly, but everything they say and do is simple and real, like a campfire that burns quietly to provide warmth, like a bowl of freshwater cod soup with delicious reindeer meat and mashed potatoes, everyone just quietly enjoys this company.

"Your Excellency, you woke up so early today—" The residents greeted each other, "Yesterday's sauna contest was beautiful." They laughed, and he waved his hand out of the street. A sudden cold wind blew, but it was nothing to the people, who had long been accustomed to it all. A neat line of soldiers came out of the street on the left, carrying snow shovels, and although it was often said that they were more of a handyman than a soldier, they did not have any problems of their own.

"Morning Commander. The soldiers smiled at him and nodded, and he replied, "Good work." ”

"When—when—" The bells that echoed throughout the city in the distance rang, and the soldiers quickened their pace, it was the bell for breakfast, and he followed the sound and saw at a glance the bronze clock hanging on the highest part of the church.

The scene froze, and even the snowflakes in the air stopped moving.

"......" he gained the ability to move and speak freely in dreams.

"Is it because you're in the Legion again? Henry said, "It's been a long time since I've had this dream, and the details are still so nostalgic. He reached out and touched the surface of the wall, the cracks in the stones and the cold touch resembling the real thing. But he knew that it was just a dream, because something affected this memory would occasionally surface due to some changes in his mood, everything was so real, but everything was already so far away.

"......" Henry didn't speak again, the short time he was able to move freely was the result of the interweaving of chaotic memories, and after entering the scene in his normal memory, he would return to the fixed and dead perspective and unfolding of the past, which was a wonderful feeling, obviously it was his own memory, but he was like a bystander watching, unable to touch or affect - after all, it was just a fragment, a chaotic part of a history that was left behind and recorded by himself.

The scene shifts to a warm interior, where a fire rises in a huge semi-circular fireplace, and the mercenaries gather around to make the best use of it to bake sausages. There was a "bang-" sound, and the little girl in a nun's costume placed the wooden basin with a large pile of rye bread on the long table with great difficulty. "I didn't hurt my wrist,—— he said in the dream, but perhaps due to memory loss, it was clearly the name of the other party that was called, but all he heard was a mess of unclear syllables.

"It's okay, I'm pretty good. The little girl looked up and smiled widely, "Aurora's children are able to be independent since they are six years old, and I am still a nun of the Church!" she said, while a woman eating bread next to her added faintly: "Trainee nun—" she said, and the little girl snorted and turned her head to the other side.

- Memories switch again.

"Are you coming? It was a woman's voice, not high, not sharp, even with a lingering tenderness, but full of power.

"Hmm. Henry replied, not from the past, but with himself - he knew that it was just a dream, just a fragment of the distant past, and even if the words he spoke were different, the other party would still say the same thing next, but he still said "um", just like the one who was actually here in the past.

The long foreshadowing of this whole paragraph, the memory of this whole paragraph, is actually just for this moment.

Something in reality brought back memories for him, and some similar situation in reality touched his mind at the moment, making him have a dream that he had not dreamed for a long time, dreaming of everything that had happened in the distant past.

"You asked me before, Mr. Commander. The woman did not look back, she stood by the window, leaving only a slender back, which matched the long black hair.

"Everything that man has created is actually so easily capable of being destroyed. Even the sturdy steel, the castle that is supposedly impregnable, may not be able to survive longer than the human race itself, because we are so good at self-destruction, always trying to kill ourselves. He was silent, as he was now and he was in the past, and the woman continued: "Even great and noble ideals are bound to become ** with the passage of time - you asked me before, why do I say that such a human being is 'incomparably beautiful', remember?"

"Well, I think I'll be able to answer you now. Without waiting for Henry to answer the previous question, she continued: "Even if birth is inevitably accompanied by pain, even if it is inevitable that things will begin to decay as long as they exist because of greed and ** - it is precisely because of this that the new things that are born have such a precious meaning. ”

"Even if destruction is inevitable, even if humanity looks as fragile as ants under the crush of the wheel of fate, but—" She turned her head, her gray-blue eyes shining in the snow outside the window, and there was no weakness in her delicate face, all of which was stubbornness.

"Human beings can fight against fate, even if destruction is inevitable, even if everything that has been worked hard to build will inevitably end up, even if it is maliciously entangled, even if the country is ruined-"

"After that, humanity will still get back on its feet, every time. ”

"That's what I believe, Mr. Commander. She smiled slightly: "Maybe it seems to you to be just empty pretty words, maybe I won't be able to smile at you like this after this, but whatever." ”

"Please try to believe in it, Mr. Commander. She said this, and before Henry could reply, a series of footsteps rang out beside her, followed by an anxious voice shouting, "Sage—"

Silver glittered, blood-stained swords filled the surface.

Henry closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the air around him had warmed up visibly.

"Are you convinced......" he whispered, and got up from his barracks bed. There was a movement from the side, and Mira, who had short hair, came over biting the tender branch she used to brush her teeth, and tilted her head as if to ask her teacher what was the matter when she met Henry's eyes. "Nothing. The sage shook his head, then moved his muscles to his feet.

"Where is His Royal Highness?" he asked, the chaotic barracks were understocked, so many things needed to be built improvly, and Edward and the other noble officers had been busy directing and deploying these days. "To the east, they're looking to see if they've got rid of the Ottolos. "Mira crouched down and picked up her armor and began to put it on, our Luoan girl was now the escort of Lina who went with the army, although if she really had to go to battle, the situation would have fallen into the most critical moment, in that case she would not be of much use on her own, but Mira still maintained good habits and would not let her guard down at all.

"Hmm. Henry replied to her briefly, and then walked outside. The white-haired girl stared at the figure of her teacher's departure, feeling that he was a little strange today, but then shook her little head and ruled out this idea.

There are two flowers, one on each branch.

While the northern army led by Edward was routed by the ambushed Otolo hoplites and fled into the forest to regroup, Charles's side, who was originally the vanguard but was unable to report the news in time, was in the most critical moment.

Their decision to go to the viscount was a bad decision, and during the negotiation with the other party, Charles noticed the viscount's words flickering and confirmed that he had deceived and captured the other party, but the cavalry of 800 men was immediately surrounded by the larger army under the command of Ashbourne II. And when he tried to get his men to give a warning, a young southern knight rushed up desperately and slashed the raven of the messenger with a sword and the herald's hand, and his behavior of rushing up against the attacks of several swords was admirable, but Charles and the others also lost the means of communication with Edward and the others.

Although there were pigeons and ravens in the viscounty, it was not that these birds brought out of the ranks were unrecognizable to the northern army, and they could only be used for targeted summons, and by the time the Dordogne received the news and sent riders to inform Edward of them, it had been a week since they had been ambushed by the Ottolos.

The situation over there is still unclear, but here it is exhausted. The viscount's castle did not have enough food and grass to support the additional 800 men, and the army of Ashbern II, impatient with waiting, began to poison and throw plague-infected corpses into the city with trebuchets, and if they waited any longer, they feared that the only result would be total annihilation.

The men and horses were declining, so on this morning, Charles made up his mind to try to find life from the ground of death while he still had any strength left.

"Qiang-" The silver light shimmered, and the knights of the northern army lined up neatly.

"For the future of our country. As Charles said this, the door opened, and he shouted in Arvinella.

"For Avenella!" (To be continued.) )