The long river of time flows forward, never going back, the years change like the wind, and in an instant, ten years have flowed through the fingers. The memories that were as deep as the imprint in everyone's hearts have been diluted into gray shadows by time, and apart from the heroic epic played by the bard, which still arouses the excitement of the tavern patrons, few people have mentioned the final battle that took place over the Death Pass, which was vital to the survival of the whole world.

In its place came another voice, from the Council of the Twelve of the Holy War Fortress Tallon, and even more from Her Majesty Freishel Stonen Fidel I, the griffon queen who wielded the continent's most powerful military power on the Iron Throne of the Shining City of Firmeyer.

No country, organization or individual can ignore the voice of Her Majesty Queen Fleihill I, not even those who have stepped into the realm of legends. Her Majesty is in possession of a griffin knight order that can sweep across the continents, and there are more than a thousand elite knights with the rank of grand knight or above. Thousands of clergy from the Temple of Glory, the Temple of Earth, and the Temple of Storms chanted their carols, the three popes openly professed their support for Fleihil I, and the two major religious knights, the Sword of Judgment and the Hammer of Judgment, were stationed behind the walls of the holy fortress of Thallon, eyeing the dozen kingdoms, principalities, and free cities that still refused to join the Griffon League or agreed with the leadership of the Griffon League.

Under the strong oppression of the Griffin Alliance, the originally scattered opposition forces colluded with each other to form several small alliances that coordinated with each other, but such small alliances were not stable, and often broke down due to conflicts of interest. And behind these conflicts of interest, there is always an organization called the Sleepless Eye that is secretly active.

Within ten years, the Griffon League had annexed two kingdoms and five principalities, and eleven free cities had submitted submissions, thus becoming part of the Griffon League's strong body. However, within the Griffin Alliance, it is not all a harmonious voice, due to the contradiction between the distribution of interests and the status of the state, the Kingdom of Siggis and the Kingdom of Deldes have recently had some border friction with each other, several caravans of the former have been looted, and the clues of the murderer point directly to the Kingdom of Deldus, while the latter's two border posts were slaughtered overnight, and the few traces left at the scene also indicate that the armed knights of the Kingdom of Siggis were responsible.

As the friction between the two kingdoms intensifies, the final decision-making power is, of course, in the hands of Queen Fleisil I, the griffon. However, Her Majesty has not been interested in this kind of thing for some time, nor does she care about the situation and changes in the situation on the mainland, and her mind has been completely focused on the celebration of the tenth anniversary of the Holy War, which will be held in a week.

On this day, all diplomatic and military disputes must cease, and all leaders must sit together to remember the 20,000 soldiers who died in the Holy War, as well as Her Majesty Queen Fleihill I's publicly recognized love, His Excellency Levi Ston, Prince of the Griffon, the guardian of all the kingdoms of Arthur and the head of the important ministers.

"I'll leave this matter to you, Chief Bamilyan. Queen Fleihill pushed away the pile of parchment scrolls on the table with some annoyance, and gently patted her hand against the sharp and cold armrests of the Iron Throne, "Don't disturb my mood with anything like this before the celebration. ”

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty. "The palace governor Bamili Yang, dressed in a rich silk robe, looked more and more rich, and there was not a single wrinkle on his face, which was as smooth as a boiled egg, as if the years had not left a mark on his body. "Archduke Zandola Fabion, regent of the kingdom of Deldes, proposes to confront His Majesty King Heron Calartini III of the Kingdom of Siggis at the ceremony, and I hope that you will be able to give them a fair verdict at that time. ”

"Just ruling?" said the words from Queen Fleihill's mouth with a strong sneering sting, "decide which of the two dogs barked first?, or who took the first bite?, did the Grand Duke of Zandola think that I would do something extraneous in such an important matter?"

"Ah, Your Majesty, it is not a complete affair. Governor Bamiliyan smiled and bowed, and persuaded in a soft tone, "The 10th anniversary celebration ceremony was originally based on the sincere unity of the leaders of the continent, and if at this time, Archduke Zandola Fabion and Heron Calartini III can shake hands and make peace, it will undoubtedly be a very gratifying thing. ”

"Is that so? I see, Levi would have been happy to see this......" Queen Fleihill sighed deeply, then waved her hand tiredly, "That's it, Governor Bamilyan, I give you permission to use all the power of the Sleepless Eye to make sure that nothing happens to this celebration." ”

"Your order will be carried out to the letter, Your Majesty, and now allow me to retire. Chief Bamilyan bowed respectfully again, and then walked out of the room with light steps, leaving the silence to Queen Fleisil, whose face was a look of remembrance.

The weather was very sunny on the day of the 10th anniversary celebration of the Holy War, and the golden sun hung high in the sky, sprinkling the fiery sunlight on the earth without hesitation. Below the group of heroes of the Holy War, the flags belonging to the countries and leaders of the mainland have been fluttering early, and thousands of princes and ministers and wealthy nobles have gathered together, all kinds of luxury costumes compete for beauty, and the jewelry is the same as the name.

When Her Majesty Queen Fleihill I of the Kingdom of Arthur, the de facto ruler of the Griffin League, walked slowly, the leaders of the kingdoms and lords of the road stopped talking and stood up with the right amount of respect, regardless of the thoughts in their hearts.

The Griffon Queen has always been seen in public in armor with a sword hanging from her waist, but this is the only exception at the celebration of the Holy War. Each time, she came in an unadorned black mourning gown, with a withered black moonflower pinned to her chest.

"Thank you for coming to the memorial ceremony of the Holy War. Queen Fleihill said in a calm and indifferent tone, bowing slightly to the crowd, "but since everyone has gathered here, it may be a witness to deal with a matter within the Griffon League, and save it a tiresome affair to the Council of Twelve." Grand Duke Zandora, His Majesty King Carartini III, do you agree with me?"

The expressions of Grand Duke Zandola, regent of the kingdom of Deldez, and Calartini III of the kingdom of Siggis did not change, and they took two steps forward, then turned their heads and looked at each other with sharp, cold gazes. Those princes and ministers and wealthy nobles suddenly fell silent and exchanged glances with each other. They had long heard of the feuds and frictions between the two kingdoms, dating back even before the Holy War, when Prince Locke, the prince of the Kingdom of Sigiz, died of a severe wound infection, and the military physician who treated his wounds was none other than a close confidant of Grand Duke Zandora.

"The Griffon Queen's name of justice is evident to all, and the Kingdom of Deldes is willing to accept your judgment. Archduke Zandora spoke first, with a gentle and polite smile on his face, but not a single star penetrated his eyes.

"The kingdom of Sigis is not against it either. Calartini III replied in a gloomy tone that His Majesty, who had suffered the loss of his son, was not much older than the Archduke of Zandola, but looked like he was twice as old.

"Well, please come forward, and then turn to face the heads of the nations and the leaders, and tell you the truth about your disputes. Queen Freishir ignored the antagonism between the two and spoke to herself. "If none of the heads of the nations object, I will adjudicate your dispute in the name of the leader of the Griffon Alliance. ”

"I fully agree with your ruling, Her Majesty Queen Fleihil. While Calaltini III was still hesitating, Archduke Zandora said in a sudden and sure tone, and then walked over to Queen Fleihill and bowed down as if he wanted to kiss the corner of her skirt, "...... But you have to live!"

Transformed into elbows and armpits, even if Queen Fleihil had the skills of a great knight, she didn't have time to react more, her right hand subconsciously grabbed her waist, but it grabbed an empty place where it should have been the hilt of the sword. This mistake was undoubtedly fatal, for at this very moment, Archduke Zandora had already pounced like a ghost, and ten fingers flashed with ominous black light, grabbing Queen Fleihil's throat.

A series of sonorous voices rang out, and several figures shook violently, clash violently with each other in fast, almost indistinguishable movements, followed by a few irrepressible muffled snorts, and the figures separated like lightning.

Exclamations rang out, and several knights with great skill drew their swords from their sheaths, while more people stepped back. Queen Fleihil's neck had been tightly choked by Archduke Zandora, and the dark fingertips looked particularly shocking against the fair skin. Four Shadow Assassins armed with poison-hardened daggers were on two sides, two of them looking badly wounded, while the other two were silently hunched in a gesture ready to attack.

"Zandora, Fabion, do you know what you're doing?" Calartini III was no less surprised than anyone present, and His Majesty, who was also quite skilled, immediately drew his sword and pointed it at the back of the Grand Duke of Zandora. "Let go of Her Majesty Queen Freishil immediately, the dispute between the kingdom of Deldes and the kingdom of Sigis must not be resolved by betrayal and assassination!"

"No, he's not Grand Duke Zandora. Queen Fleihill questioned in a calm voice, "Or should I say that Archduke Zandola has been controlled by something evil!"

"The Griffon Queen, you're not mistaken. Archduke Zandora said in a strange voice, as if several men, women, and children were hiding in his throat, and almost every word was voiced differently, "My name is Garibaldi, and some people like to call me by the nickname, the Light-Weary, and since ten years the world has become so peaceful that I have never been able to collect souls that fill my stomach." I suppose that if the leader of the Griffon League died here, along with dozens of kings and archdukes, the boring world would be a little more lively, right?"

"No, you can't do anything. A young man's voice sounded from behind Garibaldi, and as soon as he heard this voice, the expression of the head of the gods immediately changed from cold and ruthless to extremely terrifying, and almost subconsciously turned around, blocking Queen Fleihill's body in front of him.

"You, this can't be, this can't be, you should have been destroyed with the realm of the gods, how could it be?" Garibaldi's shrill howl smacked of madness. "Your aura has completely disappeared, along with the Godhead of the Creation God!"

"It took a lot of time to tinker with the Godhead and the God's realm, and it wasn't easy to reopen the channel. Behind Garibaldi was a figure shrouded in holy white light, but there was not much of sacredness in his tone, but a mixture of apprehensive joy. "It's a good thing I didn't come late, Fleihil, my love, I'm back. ”

"You, don't forget, Fleihill's life is now in my hands!" Garibaldi the Light-Weary threatened, "It seems that the world favors me as the one who will be free, and I will be free forever in exchange for this life in my hands!"

"Don't bother so much, Garibaldi, you can disappear. ”

The figure replied faintly, waving his arm slightly, and Garibaldi's frantic roar came to an abrupt halt, and then his entire body stiffened, and a foul black breath spilled from his eyes, nose, and ears, dissipating into the air with a wail.

"Fleihill, that ......" the figure touched his nose helplessly, "I should say sorry for keeping you waiting so long......"

The fiery lips muffled the next words into their throats, and at the ceremony of the 10th anniversary of the Holy War, a pair of lovers who had been separated for ten years embraced each other again and kissed passionately. At this moment, no matter what thoughts they had, the leaders of the countries and lords of the continent, as well as the princes, ministers, and nobles from all over the world, all clapped their hands and greeted the return of the heroes of the holy war with warm applause.

The holy light descended on the world like a heavy rain, more figures appeared in the sky, one hero statue after another shone with brilliant light, and the sacred song lingered in the ears, which was the first time in the history of the mainland for hundreds of years.

(End of book)