The reverberating bells fluttered over the quiet town, and the villagers began to go in and out of the kitchen, preparing dinner, and treating their families for a hard day's work, and the wisps of cooking smoke drifted into the clouds, turning into a warm picture.

Outside the largest church in town, three immature figures galloped quickly, interspersed with small laughter from time to time.

The boy who ran at the front was named Feng Yu, who had just passed his twelfth birthday.

"We've succeeded!Yes, yes, the result is that all three of us are A-level martial cultivators!In this way, we can leave this kind of small country place and go to the magnificent capital!" Feng Yu turned around and waved his arms excitedly, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, two thin girls were walking with helpless and shy smiles.

"Sister An, do you think grandpa will be happy?" The thinnest-looking girl grabbed the corner of the tall girl next to her and asked in a weak voice that matched her appearance, "Of course, grandpa will definitely be happy, we will all become big people in the future, let grandpa live in a luxurious big house!" The three of them laughed and chased under the golden sunset, enjoying that happiness.

This is the unique youth of the trio.

The sun shone into the room, in this cold place, even if you can see the sun, you can't feel the warmth at all, the figure on the bed squirmed slightly, and then sat up quickly, it turned out to be just a dream, "I thought I would never think about it." Moving his feet, stepping on the wooden floor, with such a slight movement, there was a swaying bell sound on his body, it was a close-fitting armor tightly wrapped around his body, and delicate bells hung on it, which looked like an ordinary silver underwear from the outside, and simply put on a gauze robe, completely covering her face, the holy maiden pushed open the door of the room and stepped into the corridor, where there were already people waiting for her, Arthur, the strongest knight of the round table in the kingdom, and Wind Feather.

"Let's go. "Passing between the two, the Holy Maiden arrives at the Council Hall, the front line and final bulwark against the dragon army, Winterfell.

"An envoy was sent from the capital, apparently to oversee the war, and we confirmed the unfortunate news that Reiya, who was a companion, had been killed by the dragons, and Rukat was so traumatized that he could not go to war and was taken back to the capital for treatment. After the Holy Maiden sat down, Wind Feather began today's report, and Arthur stayed very quietly on the other side of the Holy Maiden, silent as a statue.

"We lost two Knights of the Round Table. The holy girl said calmly and abnormally, without any emotion, "Moreover, we have also lost a top-level A-level martial cultivator, so our combat power on the front line will be weakened a lot." "There's also good news, that Fast and Exaisi have arrived here and brought with them a friend who is not a stranger to us. Before the words fell, the door of the council hall was opened, and two dusty knights of the round table walked in with Bai Ye.

"I think, you don't need a boring introduction, right?" Bai Ye shrugged, the holy girl in front of him, Feng Yu and Arthur were not strangers, and they had cooperated before, "I want to return to Shenzhou, but the fastest way back is blocked by the dragon clan, as long as I help you repel the group of lizards at the door, you can go back as soon as possible, right?" "You said to repel the old humans, what can you do." The holy maiden maintained a standard sitting posture, her cold eyes staring at Bai Ye through the veil, in her opinion, she didn't know how this man believed in himself.

"Holy Maiden, I can guarantee that this Mr. Bai Ye has such power. Fast knelt down on one knee and respectfully recounted the events of the stronghold as it was, he also knew that it sounded ridiculous, an old human with no power could wipe out the proud elite of the dragon clan in an instant, but this qiē was also what he had witnessed.

"Oh......" Feng Yu tilted his head and looked at Bai Ye, "It's only been a long time since you saw you, you actually have such interesting abilities, or did you deliberately hide it when you met last time?" "These don't matter, what I want to know is, do you have a chance of winning? For the next battle." "Bai Ye doesn't have time to waste in a war with no chance of winning, he only wants to achieve one goal, to return to his family.

"That's the question I want to ask. Outside the door of the council chamber, a group of men dressed as priests poured in, led by men with round cheeks and amiable smiles, "Another treacherous fat man." Bai Ye pouted, for this kind of person with a mask, he could see through his true face very keenly.

"First meeting, the association of the Liberty Field Extradition Mr. Marako, I am Father Marako, a priest from the capital. He bowed slightly, probably because he was too fat, and even bending down became very difficult, and then, the fat Marako came to the Holy Maiden, "Lord Holy Maiden, I am bringing the question of all the nobles in the rear, what are your chances of winning?" "We will win, and Winterfell will never fall." The formulaic answer also expresses the position of the Holy Maiden, who will live and die with the city, "no matter how great the sacrifice is." "That's right, yes, you are worthy of the Holy Maiden, with a tenacious will that we all respect, and I thought that the death of the Knights of the Round Table would shake you, but now it seems that the Pope is overly concerned, you are the most qualified Holy Maiden, and I look forward to the good news." "He left quickly, Malak didn't seem to be here to convey the problem, in Bai Ye's opinion, he was more like he came to force the Holy Maiden and the others to fight to the death.

"Wind Feather, continue. "The Holy Maiden watched Malak and the others come and go like the wind, and their appearance was completely different.

Feng Yu nodded and began to continue the report: "Except for the two colleagues we sacrificed, there are now ten Knights of the Round Table gathered in Winter City, five of whom are A-level martial cultivators with a usage rate of more than 90%, Arthur, Rouxin, Fast, Carsenman and me, that is to say, the five of us will be the most important combat force, and we must attack at the right time to crush the attack of the dragon clan." "What about the comparison of the strength of the two sides?" Bai Ye had observed the positions of the dragon clan on the opposite side before entering the city, the number was probably in the tens of thousands, Feng Yu probably knew that there would be such a problem, and turned the text in his hand to a new page, "The preliminary estimate is that the number of the two dragon clan armies is 10,000, and the strength of our Winter City is 80,000. "Sounds like we still have an advantage?" Bai Ye sneered and laughed, everyone knew that eighty thousand didn't mean anything.

Sure enough, Feng Yu began to analyze the composition of the city's troops in detail: "Among the 80,000 people, there are only about 30,000 A-level martial cultivators, and there are a total of 800 people with a usage rate of more than 70%. "On the battlefield, sometimes the number does not represent a qiē, every warrior of the dragon clan is born with the power to completely explode the human race, on the other hand, the human race, hard cultivation for a lifetime, there may be people who are not as good as an A-level martial artist who has just awakened, this is actually a war equal to despair.

"The original odds of winning were about 1%, if what Fast said was true, then, Mr. Bai Ye, you will increase our odds of winning to 50%. Feng Yu raised his head, and a hint of pleasure appeared between his eyebrows, "As long as your strength is really so strong." "Hey, don't just put a high hat on me, once the battle situation is unfavorable, I will not hesitate to abandon you and escape, understand?" The frank and outspoken Bai Ye was exchanged for Arthur's disdainful snort, but the holy girl sitting on the chair reacted slightly, "That's okay, Miss Holy Maiden, after all, strictly speaking, I am not your person." With his hands in his pockets and an indifferent expression, Bai Ye tried to make the holy maiden show a rich human expression, but in the end he failed, and the cold girl nodded silently, "As you wish." The operational meeting ended quickly, and everyone felt a signal in unison.

Tomorrow will be the prelude to the decisive battle.

That night, everyone had no sleep.

Bai Ye wandered in Winter City, looking like he was wandering aimlessly, but he was actually observing the city's terrain and route, he didn't quite believe that the city could withstand the joint attack of the two dragon clans, "The morale is very low, many soldiers can't even fight in basic battles, it's a joke to fight like this." "Talking to himself through an alley, there was a dark church, black and lifeless, and in front of the church door, a familiar figure was standing there, the Holy Maiden.

Walking to the side, Bai Ye and the Holy Maiden stood side by side.

"Before the war, did you pray to your gods?" asked in his mouth, but the reaction of the holy girl didn't seem to be like it, and the girl who heard the question just slowly turned her head, "Bai Ye." "We're not familiar enough to call each other directly, are we?" "What do you think Winterfell looks like?" Ignoring Bai Ye's pretending to be stupid, the holy maiden asked on her own, and then waited quietly for an answer.

"Isn't this the place of legend you're most proud of, it probably feels grand and huge. Waving her hand, casually perfunctory, and the holy maiden seemed to be aware of this perfunctory feeling, "Bai Ye." "Hey, I said we don't know each other, right?" "What do you think, Winterfell looks like?" word by word, the slowed restatement, and the almost indifference that does not look like a human being, giving people an indescribable coldness, when he first saw her in Yunhu Mountain, Bai Ye clearly smelled a deep darkness, and now, he can feel it even more.

This woman has no human heart and soul.

"As I said, here's ...... All right...... I always felt that the city was not like a place where heroes were born, but like a huge cage. "I can't say why I feel this way, but Bai Ye does feel this way.

I don't know if this answer is what the Holy Maiden wants, at least she didn't continue to dwell on this question.

"Hundreds of years ago, the armies of werewolves and blood clans advanced here, and among them, there were several dragon warriors to help, ready to destroy the newly formed Anglo-French alliance in one fell swoop. Suddenly entered the storytelling mode again, Bai Ye opened his mouth to interrupt, but finally gave up, he knew that the holy girl was not the type he could convince.

"After a siege day and night, with heavy losses on both sides, the despair of humanity again and again, finally collapsed one night, the outer city was breached, a large number of werewolves and blood clans poured in, everyone felt that there was no hope, and at that moment, a young girl stood at the top of Winterfell, waving the battle flag, encouraging the humans to fight back, she must be beautiful and strong, because she made the soldiers who were on the verge of death stand up again, this is the first holy maiden. The Holy Maiden looked back at the dark church in front of her, and began to piece together what she knew in her head," The Blood Clan soldiers found her, so they began to change their strategy, using throwing weapons and sending agile assassins, wanting to kill the girl, but there was also a group of brave warriors guarding the girl, and in this way, after another night of death fighting, the enemy retreated, and the elated people ran to the city wall, wanting to thank the girl and the knights, but what they saw were several corpses that had long since died, and the first holy maiden remained in a standing posture until she died in battle, and from then on, the holy maiden was born, which has been passed down from generation to generation, until now。 If you think about how similar the situation is today and back then, this time, I will defend Winterfell with my life. He turned around and left, leaving Bai Ye stunned.

"Why are you talking to me about this?" Bai Ye furrowed his brows suspiciously, and vaguely felt a hint of something wrong in his heart, "Is she trying to tell me something?"