CHAPTER XIII

Bloody rest

~Opening~

This is Randall's southern border. [Search for the latest updates]

On the endless plain, two armies could be seen charging at each other.

The shouts of the soldiers.

The crash of the sword.

The neighing of horses.

Here it is intertwined into a sacred and cruel song.

This is jihad.

Each person holds the light of belonging, and then takes pride in it and carries out the sin of slaughter.

Until the blood flowed like a river.

And in the middle of such a tragic battlefield, there is a vacuum of nearly 100 meters.

There, three people stood.

"Come on, my good adversary, Charlie Britt, Marshal of Randall."

"Kirwin Dench, Head of the Light Knights of Salman, accept your challenge"

"Ned Kinlock, the first archer of the Holy Cult of Light, accept your challenge"

On the north side was a middle-aged man in fiery red armor, a burly man with a two-handed sword in his hand.

The light emitted by that sword was like the dawn, and even the Shura Purgatory like the battlefield could not defile it in the slightest.

Cateravade - Evette Dawn, that's the name of the sword.

And the owner of the sword, naturally, is the pride of the Randall Kingdom, Marshal Charlie.

On the other side were a knight in silver-white armor and a young man with a silver-white giant bow.

#性爱小说http://wWw./class12/1.html The former is the head of the Knights of the Holy Religion, and his bravery is naturally not a problem.

And the latter, though young, was the one he gave to Duke Charles, Armana, to withdraw him from the battlefield.

The three of them are all seventh-level powerhouses, and it is precisely because of this that the soldiers of the army will consciously give up a space of nearly 100 meters as the battlefield of these three people, so as not to be affected to death by worthlessness.

Marshal Charles, with the help of Catelawad, was outnumbered by one enemy and two of them, and he rushed forward with a roar, opening the battle......

At the same time, Ed Nihua was clearly untouched by the atmosphere that took place in the far south.

Leah is having her usual picnic with her partner.

They were discussing the Elven class. Of course, it was mainly Leah and Isabella who were talking, and the other three were listening with interest.

The teacher who teaches Elven is named Elena, an elven Lori who wears a green dress, has short green hair, green eyes, and long ears. However, Lori, in fact, is almost two hundred years old, and the lifespan of the elf race is probably the longest recognized in the entire Evette Continent, so in their opinion, Elena, who is not yet two hundred years old, is indeed underage.

But because of this, the little girl still retains her childlike curiosity, and she quietly slips out of the forest and travels the continent as a bard.

After coming to Ed Nihua, he was invited by Professor Broad to take up the position of Professor of Elven Language.

Not only that, but even the location of the class was arranged in the woods behind the City of Courage, where Elena built a treehouse, and since there were few people who chose this course, the small room was enough to use.

According to Isabella, Elena is a Lori who resembles Leah, sometimes innocent and lively, and sometimes seems worldly.

But anyway, it's not so much like a professor for everyone.,This Lori is more meaning.,Almost no one will call her a professor.,And she doesn't care about that.。

"Speaking of which, what do you think of that Germain guy?"

Suddenly, Isabella didn't know what to think of, and talked about the fiancé she rarely wanted to mention.

"Well...... Although it seems a bit rude to say this, he is quite good at the martial arts academy. ”

Leona seemed confused by the question.

"I'm not sure. ”

"I ...... I don't know ...... either."

Warriff and Amy were similarly a little overwhelmed.

In fact, Germaine Bartley's reputation during Ed Nihua's time can be described as unusually good, he rarely puts on a noble stand, treats injured students with magic for free, and even patiently instructs some martial arts that are usually difficult for everyone to learn.

"Where's Leah?"

Hearing the words of the three people from the Martial Arts Academy, Isabella showed a wry smile that was unexpected.

"Well...... I didn't see anything bad about that guy either. But ......"

Leah stopped abruptly in the middle of speaking, she picked up the juice and took a sip, then continued:

"Since Isabella says he's a bad guy, no matter how much good he does, he's still a bad guy in my eyes. ”

"Ahh......h Sure enough, it's still Leah's best~"

As soon as she finished speaking, Leah was hugged by Isabella from behind and rubbed happily around.

"Ahh......h

The two strands of bread on the princess's chest rippled on Lori's face, and the itchy feeling forced Leah to gently charm her eyes, like a small animal.

"Huhuhu......"

Outcome...... It seems that Isabella, who has been cute, is rubbed even more energetic......

After rubbing the little Lori into a confused mosquito coil eye, Isabella let go of her hand with satisfaction, and then said to the other three with a wry smile:

"Well...... It's normal for you to think that way, but remember, he's a nuisance to me. ”

It was also expected that the other three would have such a reaction, so she was not dissatisfied.

"Well...... Dogs that bite people don't usually bark. ”

Leah also recovered from her mosquito coil eyes, and she nodded with a wry smile as well.

In fact, even little Lori didn't see anything bad about Jermain. But this is normal, if the other party is the kind of person who can see that there is a problem at a glance, Isabella probably will not refuse this marriage.

Randall's princess is not Leah, and she denies this marriage, and a large part of it is because she realizes that the other party is a guy with hidden ambitions, which is probably the meaning of the so-called snoring next to the couch.

If Germain's ambitions are well known, he is at best a superficial man, or an ambitious politician. For such a person, with Isabella's wrist, Leah can train the other party to be a little shou who will only obediently stay on the bed and wait for the leather whip and candle to serve within a week after marriage.

But on the contrary, a noble, brave, and considerate paladin who usually looks like Xiàn, once he shows a little bit of evil, it is enough to make Isabella frightened. The princess is a girl, and even if she will become a queen in the future, it is much easier for the queen to become a king when the queen dies than for the queen to rule after the king dies.

That's why Isabella came to Ed Nihua, in order to get rid of this poisonous snake that might lie on the edge of the bed in the future.

However, from another point of view, the princess has never openly expressed her dislike for Germain, and in public, she has always been arrogant and considerate of this paladin.

Even the reason why she came to Ed Nihua was that she was obsessed with magic, and the magic education of the Royal Academy of Magic and Martial Arts was really not as good as that of Ed Nihua.

Of course, there are two theories about this excuse, whether Germain is aware of the truth or not.

"If Leah and Isabella say that, that guy must be a bad guy, eh. ”

Hearing Leah and Isabella's words, Leona waved her fist in a rage.

"I agree. ”

"That'...... So...... I'm ...... too."

Similarly, Warriff and Amy nodded.

"Well...... Thank you. ”

Hearing everyone's words, Isabella smiled gratefully, and in any case, this unreserved trust made Randall's princess feel heartily gratified.

"So...... For this trust, please use your heart to give me the highest compliment, my dear princess."

The serious topic ended, and Warriff aimed at Isabella's arms and pounced.

"I refuse"

"You...... It's still the same......"

"Give Me Death"

"Brother...... Brother...... Please plunge into my arms."

"Poof"

In the end, Vorif was slapped on the ground again......

~Finale~

This is Randall's southern border.

There are rivers of blood on the endless plains, and there are no winners and no losers.

pierced throat,

The broken halberd,

Slain horses,

drew a red break for this cruel song.

The old man in a white robe covered the body of the fiery red warrior with a white cloth.

The warrior's eyes were closed tightly, unable to be opened again, and an irreparable wound in his chest took away all his life and strength.

Placing the golden sword beside the warrior, the old man named Albin Bartley straightened up and looked quietly at the other group in the distance.

There, the same white cloth covered with silver-white armor of knights, and beside him, lay a young archer, who was already unconscious, and even his right arm was missing, replaced by a broken wound that kept bleeding.

Similarly, there was an old man in a holy robe who was treating him.

Vanessa Lambertson, the name of the bishop of the Holy Church, is also the name of the old man.

"Let's stop fighting, Bishop Bartley of Randall. ”

Vanessa shook her head sadly as she looked at the blood-stained earth.

"Yes, let's stop fighting. ”

Bishop Albin felt the same way, the battle was so terrible, so tragic that neither the Holy Church of Arman nor the Kingdom of Randall could bear it.

So, the two old men led the remaining survivors and left the land that had been sung by despair.

Before leaving, a word drifted into Bishop Albin's ears with the scarlet wind on the battlefield.

[What if...... It would be nice that there is no Orthodoxy and no Protestantism. 】

Hearing this, the old man muttered to himself in a low voice:

"yes...... If only there were no Orthodox and Protestant. ”

CHAPTER XIII

Bloody rest

CHAPTER XIII

Bloody rest

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