In the snow-covered mountains, the retreating dragon army is regrouping, and perhaps, the word is misnomerous.

The scarred warriors were scattered in clusters in the pits that could barely be called camps, and the muffled screams of "Ah......h

The morale of the Dragons of the Dark Path plummeted, compared to the Silver Dragons, their losses can be described as exaggerated, almost all of the strongest combat power died in this battle, next, do they still have to fight?

An inexplicable feeling of fear crept in.

"Pain...... It's painful......" A bandaged dragon soldier rolled in the snow in pain, and the companions around him were powerless, they were good at fighting, as for how to heal their wounds, they have always relied on the strong recovery force of nature, and the dragon clan has no chance of being injured in normal times, "Shasha" A slender old man stepped into the camp, staggered to the rolling dragon soldier, bent down and squatted, felt something similar to ointment, and skillfully applied it to the soldier's arm, and soon, the voice of wailing was faint, and the dragon soldier sat on the ground with a pale face, panting, "Thank you...... "You're welcome, you are all warriors fighting for Your Majesty, and you shouldn't die in this boring pain." The old man patted the soldier on the shoulder, then got up and continued on his way, calming the other soldiers in the same way.

"Lord Longmo, why did you come here in person. Long Mo's veteran who served in the army from Long Zhan's father's generation did not completely retire until two years ago, enjoying a quiet life in the Garden of Eden, according to reason, this old man with outstanding military achievements should not appear in this barren place, "I am here to pass the word for His Majesty, but I didn't expect that you seem to have lost very badly." The old man didn't have any sneering tone, he knew better than any dragon that the tenacity and terrifyingness of humans could no longer be regarded as these land monkeys by the standards of hundreds of years ago, they were the strongest enemies, "Where is the leader?" "Follow me." Under the guidance of his own soldiers, Long Mo entered a simple tent, and the dragon bell was leaning on the chaise longue covered with animal skins, his expression was abrupt, as if he was thinking about something.

It wasn't until Long Mo walked up to the dragon bell that he attracted the attention of the young leader, "Long ...... Why are you here? Sitting up straight, recovering his usual majestic posture, but still unable to get rid of the gloomy color, compared to the time when he killed Long Zhan and ascended the throne, the dragon bell seemed to have lost some important momentum, of course, these have nothing to do with the retired Long Mo, his right hand pressed on his chest, bowed respectfully, and said in a hoarse but strong voice: "Chief, I am here to convey His Majesty's will, there are variables on the Eastern battlefield, and I need your assistance, but I didn't expect you to lose your troops in Winter City." "Eastern Battlefield, what's the matter, have Shenzhou and Tianwu Kingdom come up with any secret weapons?" Long Ling furrowed his brows, if even the battle situation on Qiyun's side was frustrated, then in the next battle, the morale of the dragon clan would probably be hit like never before, "Impossible, with His Majesty here, how can humans get a bargain." "In short, it's not as smooth as I imagined, chief, how many warriors have we lost in this battle?" This time, Long Mo cared about the combat power of the entire clan of the Dragon of the Dark Dao, and he didn't see a few familiar faces along the way, and besides, didn't he release Lord Long Hao from prison? Why didn't he see the figure of that adult.

Long Bell once again remembered Long Hao's dying expression, and finally calmed down the stinging mood, opened his mouth and said, "Ah...... Sanjie, Longqu, and ...... Long Holmium, all sacrificed. "This is almost the strongest combat force in our clan, humans, is it that powerful?" Stunned to stay where he was, Long Mo didn't seem to be able to accept the news, just a small Anglo-French alliance swept away the elite of the clan, so how to fight the next battle? But soon, the old dragon warrior immediately adjusted his mentality, "Chief, without further ado, if you are pursued by humans, I am afraid that the whole army will be wiped out, retreat back first, sweep away the biggest obstacle in the eastern battlefield, and then turn back to deal with here." Long Mo continued to take a step forward, his expression stern, "As a leader, you shouldn't hesitate at this time!"

The dragon bell smiled bitterly and nodded, why didn't it understand.

"We're going to retreat now, by the way, what's the biggest obstacle you're talking about?"

"General of the Heavenly Martial Kingdom, Xingluo, she is already an A-level martial cultivator with a 100% usage rate, and the strongest human being!" Long Mo clenched his fists and announced this unfortunate news!

Subsequently, the armies of the Dragons of the Dark Path and the Silver Dragons retreated from this cold land at an alarming speed, disappearing from the view of humanity.

The Western War has ended with the victory of Winterfell, but it does not mean that it is over.

The shattered city of Winterfell is being urgently repaired by humanity.

In the empty hall, the holy maiden sat there alone, not letting anyone disturb her, her hands spread flat on her knees, holding a black pistol, which was the only thing left by Feng Yu, pinched again and again, and released her five fingers again and again, and the holy maiden stared at this relic with a numb expression.

The heavy door was pushed open, and Arthur, dressed in silver armor, walked in, and from a distance, the holy maiden sat alone on the luxurious throne, looking lifeless, although the holy maiden in the past was also as wooden as a puppet, but still had this human breath, but now......

After Arthur learned about Wind Feather, she was silent for a long time, she didn't know how to comfort the Holy Maiden, and she didn't know how to speak.

"Is Bai Ye gone?" the holy girl asked without raising her head, maintaining a posture of holding a gun, but she knew that there was only one person who dared to come to see her at this time, "Let's go, I asked Fast to send him to the docks, and he seems to be in a hurry to go back to his family." Arthur came to the steps of the throne and then inexplicably stopped moving, "Wei ...... Holy Maiden, Feng Yu's sacrifice is certainly worth griefing, but we still have a familiar title ......" "Sister An...... made Arthur tremble violently, "You just called me ......" I thought that I would never hear this nostalgic title again in this life.

"Sister An...... In the end, we still couldn't protect anything. The corners of her mouth were barely upturned, and she wanted to smile, but the holy girl had long forgotten how to show her smile, a smile was something that belonged to Vivian, and now she was a holy girl, "Feng Yu is dead, and there are many warriors, all of whom have died in this war, what is the point?" Arthur was dumbfounded, she was not good at answering these questions, all she could do was to risk her life to fight, "Vivian, can I call you that?" Anxiously asked, until I saw the girl nodding silently, then continued, "We have chosen the most difficult path, we have lived until now, grandpa is dead, Feng Yu is dead, but we are still alive, to be honest, I don't know when I will die on the battlefield, but there is one thing, can you promise me, you must live, even if none of us are gone...... You want to ...... too Live well......" This is the last luxury, and Arthur hopes that at least Vivien will survive.

"Well, I will. This time, the answer was very decisive, the holy girl didn't know when she had raised her head and looked at Arthur, and on the face behind the veil, which had lost its human emotion, a long-lost smile was slowly emerging, a smile with tears.

"I'll live. ”

That was a few days ago, Feng Yu blocked a blow from the dragon holmium for himself, dissipated into the air, and roared hoarsely as if the holy girl was about to dissolve, crawled to the pistol, and grabbed it tightly, at that moment, maybe she was ready to die, the holy girl had already heard about it, the terrifying side effects of the night walk of the hundred ghosts, her throat had gradually become unable to make a sound, her internal organs, scorching as if she had swallowed a hot piece of lead, it was uncomfortable to go crazy, "Feng Yu...... I'll be seeing you soon. "Suddenly, someone came to him, oh, it was Bai Ye, he helped himself up, and strangely, he had an extra black cloak on his body, which made the whole person look as weird as the vampire in the book.

"That man traded his life for your survival, I know you're in a lot of pain, but don't just give up...... How can you admit defeat to this cruel world......" pulled his mouth open, and then a warm liquid flowed into his mouth, and the smell seemed to be blood......

Is it Bai Ye's blood?

I don't know how long it has been, the holy girl woke up, clutching the black pistol in both hands, leaning against the wall, and standing in front of her Bai Ye, who was looking out through the window, "Ahem...... You...... Hey?" the voice could be made accurately and clearly, the holy girl looked at her whole body in amazement, the pain was completely gone, it can be said that the abnormality of her physical health, why, she was obviously dying, "Don't worry, you can be regarded as picking up a life, and my contract ability can just treat you." "Treatment, I seem to remember, you fed me blood......" Actually, the holy maiden herself is not sure, being fed blood can resist the collapse of the body?

"Ahh Bai Ye shrugged his shoulders mockingly, in fact, he also took a risk, fed his blood to the holy maiden, and used the S-level martial arts cells that had been activated to give the other party self-repair of the body, just like when he used blood to save himself, "I just couldn't get used to your expression at that time and I came to save you once, there was no next time." The expression of despair as if he had lost a qiē reminded Bai Ye of himself when he was young, and he involuntarily made an act of saving people, and sure enough, he was gradually infected by the prayers.

I did something meaningless.

"Can I tell you something?" The holy maiden told Bai Ye briefly about the story between Feng Yu and Arthur, and even the fact that she was a nobleman's plaything had no reservations, and the man in front of her seemed to be so trustworthy.

Bai Ye listened casually, then glanced at the holy maiden, and asked rhetorically: "So, what are you going to do next?continue to be a puppet of this country, or leave?" "I can't leave anymore, if I want to escape, I can do it for a long time, but there is no way to do it, I may have been trained too thoroughly by them, sometimes, I have thought about how to get free, but after thinking about it, the only way is to die." "The holy maiden leaned against the wall and stood up with difficulty, would she die with Feng Yu, but would it be easier?

"Now, we have won, but from the bottom of my heart, it makes no sense...... For me. ”

Originally, I insisted on living to protect Sister An and Feng Yu, but now it seems that this approach has not been able to bring a good ending.

"Follow me. Bai Ye suddenly beckoned, leading the holy maiden out of this room, the outer wall was full of holes, and then turned the corner and saw the steps leading to the bottom floor, the sun shrouded Winterfell, illuminating the ground at the bottom, and the dense crowd of soldiers, who were guarding this country.

After seeing the figures of Bai Ye and the Holy Maiden, everyone suddenly raised their arms, like a wave, rolling at any cost.

"It's the Holy Maiden!" "The Holy Maiden is fine!" "The Holy Maiden, we have won!" "It's our victory!" "Thank you!" Although the words were different, everyone wanted to vent their joy after the victory.

They were grateful for the Holy Maiden's protection.

It's none of my business.

The Holy Maiden wanted to say this to everyone.

However, when the mouth was opened, he couldn't make a sound for a long time, but began to choke.

Strange, why.

I cried again.

When did I become so weak?

"Cry, this is the right that a woman should have, it's just that this time the tears are different from before, you used to cry for your own misfortune, the sacrifice of your childhood friends, but now the tears are shed because you are needed, the life path you choose is not only sadness and darkness, you bear the darkness of this country at the same time, but also illuminate others...... Their cheers are what you deserve in return, then, let me ask you again, little girl, do you want to live?" Bai Ye, who was standing side by side with the holy girl, asked with a relaxed smile.

People are laughing, cheering, and jumping, and this kind of picture makes me feel a little warm inside.

Is it okay? Such a dirty self, so loved and appreciated by everyone.

Can it really be?

In the midst of a cheer, the Holy Maiden replied in an inaudible voice.

Well.

I...... I want to live.

"So, we're going to keep fighting. Standing up from her throne and gazing into Arthur's eyes behind her mask, the Holy Maiden declared, "Not only with the dragons, but with our fate!" Kneeling on one knee, Arthur responded.

At the same time, a heavily armed army quietly set off from the capital of the Anglo-French Confederate States and entered the vicinity of Winterfell, with only one goal, to snipe the retreating dragons and take the greatest credit!

Standing on the walls of Winterfell, Rouxin looked at the blurred horizon in the distance, shook the two pigtails behind her head, and laughed silly.

"Then, it's time for me to act, Sister Cen. ”