War Inscription - The last year of the Victorian House of the Interior, that is, the Duchy of Austria On April 1, 2029, the [Duchess Victoria], who holds the supreme core power of the spiritual world [Duchy of Arlan], mysteriously disappeared, announcing the end of the Victorian era that ruled the Duchy of Arlan for one thousand and one years.

The old king is destroyed, and a new king is enthroned. The Emperor [George Elizabeth Nossards], who was deposed by the Duke of Victoria, ascended the throne again, and the chief executive of the Ministry of Internal Affairs [Lionheart] and the chief assistant officer [Final Tiger] also mysteriously disappeared.

The former Duchy's [Queen] [Elizabeth] led the former [Flying Eagle Commander] [Kaft] to rebel, and united with the second largest faction of the Principality [Dragon Faction] to launch the [April 1st War], which broke out in the [Nottis River] of the satellite city of [Flanotis], the capital of the principality.

Wars are raging, civil strife continues, and in the confrontation between magic and the Great Swordsman, civilians suffer, and the displaced people are everywhere and chaos continues.

Before the war, the crisis in the spiritual world had never ceased.

A frost dragon named [Wentijun Dragon] wantonly froze the heavens and the earth on the high mountains close to [Wentijun], and the elemental cracks that appeared in various parts of the spirit world raged the world, and a wind elemental gap called [Eye of the Storm] appeared in the capital of the Principality of Arlan [Fulan], and not long after, a large area of fire and hell called [Heavenly Sea] also appeared in the sky above the capital of the [Aether Empire] [Huadu], and the capital of the [Elven Kingdom] [Charu Isu] appeared one after another the Polar Ice Mountains that never melted, and then, A large number of Thunder Elemental Crystals are scattered throughout the regions of the Hundred Beast Kingdom. These furious elements are like blades inserted into the spiritual earth, and the knife pierces into the heart of the spiritual earth, causing the inhabitants of the place to suffer unspeakably.

In the south of the empire, there is a large area of plague, I heard that the undead have taken over a large number of cities in the empire, and those corpses stained with [demon blood] have turned into the source of the plague, and the super plague called [undead] is raging.

It is impossible to count the strange things that have been born in various parts of the spirit world, and a large number of strange and terrible things have challenged people's ability to bear them.

Bad things appeared one after another, catching everyone off guard, like the peace before destruction, turning into ashes that heralded the end.

Adventurer associations and practitioners from all sides have to travel far and wide to find a cure for the symptoms, the pessimists are wantonly spreading painful apocalyptic literature, the optimists are suffering in the scorching heat of madness, and the rest of the people may not even experience the suffering, dissipating in the clouds and mist in the apocalypse of pain and despair.

According to someone's famous quote, the world is finished.

Under the rule of law of the Victorian Home Office, there are strict restrictions on the way out, population registration and strictly planned living areas, college areas, entertainment areas, and even military administrative districts, and after the outbreak of the civil war, the tiger faction led by King George quickly moved the capital to the eastern city [Rastar], known as the [Duchy of East Arlan], and the dragon faction led by Queen Elizabeth launched an eastward crusade in the name of George's usurpation of orthodoxy, and the capital of the southern city [ Losric], historically known as the Duchy of West Arlan.

During the three-month war, most of the cities had lost their original living and production areas due to magical bombing and military retreats, and soon these areas were strategically divided into regions, and the area where the two armies met was the battlefield, bounded by the territorial center line of Fran, and the confrontation between the East and West intensified.

[Principality: July 3, 2029]

【Fran】

The crack in the sky turned the entire Fran region into a tragic valley, the dust flew in the whistling of the wind element, the whole of Fran was cut by half because of this merciless wind, and the buildings on the ground also screamed with the cry of abandonment, the wind passed by them, taking away the earth and stones they were still resisting, the ruins were scorched and blackened, and the red flames were still entangled under the high-intensity magic shell bombardment, the sunken streets, the smoothed sand, and the unrecognizable city had long been filled with despair.

It's easy to say, no one dares to live in Fran, this battlefield is full of artillery fire all day long, and it will be abandoned after all, but this world is so wonderful, as long as time has not ended, it must not be indiscriminately covered with coffins, in layman's terms, that is, there are exceptions to everything, this is not a good or bad, nor is it a bad word, and it must not be regarded as an empty word.

Because, no matter which corner of Fran is empty, the magic waypoint that has been abandoned is always overcrowded.

The soldiers of the Tiger Chase faction used Fran's teleportation station as a base point, and stationed it against the terrible wind gap over Fran, if this place was used as a teleportation base station for the enemy army, it would be a terrible thing for the military advance, so despite the raging wind, it was still an absolute military stronghold.

However, the Fran region is not a direct battlefield of the current war, but an important military strategic location, and the generals stationed here [Charr Blueprint] are waiting for an absolute secret order.

"Sir! We've found the enemy in Victoria! A soldier shouted at Charles' desk.

His voice was so loud that it was impossible to ignore, and even in front of his own commander, he stared horribly, bloodshot with excitement. His clothes were a little dusty, and there were signs of being torn by the wind, and he was extremely upright, and his hands were like stiff iron plates.

"Bring it up."

The commander of the Charr Teleportation Point was a tall and thin young man, with a dignified and serious officer uniform in magic robes, his blonde hair, smooth skin, shaved eyebrows, and a small beard that lined this white face with rare vicissitudes.

"Press it up!" The soldier yelled and stepped aside.

"Let go of me! Let me go! ”

Charles stared at the open door, and before he could see the detainee, his voice began to exhale deafeningly.

"Let go of me! You thieves! The scum of the principality! You filthy maggots! You reptile lackeys! You guys! ”

The roar was loud and scolded the people who were coming over being pressed by the soldiers, and the shouting sound was like a cannon roaring, fierce and terrifying, as if he were the one who interrogated him.

He was wearing a blue magic robe, and at first glance he was a student of the Royal Academy of Flandor, he was not rude, but very quiet, with a gold-rimmed glasses, tall, and extremely thin, his voice was deep, low, and deafening. His flamingo-like eyes were staring at the Charr blueprint.

Charles Blueprint played with the orange in his hand, but looked at the student a little nonchalantly.

It's not actually a normal orange, but a local specialty of Flan, the name is [Sharp Sugar Orange], the taste of Sharp Sugar Orange is particularly sweet, like a knife cutting open the sugar water bag, and the orange water that flows out is sweet and unforgettable. Those who love food like to eat very much, and those who don't like to eat are like knives cutting through their hearts, and they don't dare to touch them because they are too sweet.

"Let him go." Charles Blueprint touched his face, put his hand on the stubble, rubbed it, and touched the palm of his hand along the stubble to the other side of his face.

"I'm from the Ministry of Magic! You can't catch me! When the man was let go, he immediately loosened his muscles and bones, and scolded fiercely: "You let me go!"

"Ministry of Magic......" Charleshire blinked his eyes, looked at the sharp sugar orange in his hand, twitched the corners of his mouth with interest, and sneered, "What's your name?" Why at Victoria Manor? ”

"My name is Saturday! From Flandor Royal Academy, the third class of the Flame Magister. You ......" Saturday confided his name, and was about to curse again, but was stopped by Charles Blueprint with his hand.

"I want to hear about your position in the Ministry of Magic." Charlantu snorted, leaned back in his chair, rested his legs on the table, and kneaded the sharp sugar orange that used to be almost everywhere.

"I'm from the Ministry of Magic! You can't arrest me! Saturday slammed his hand on the table and slammed it hard, looking at Charles Blueprint almost angrily, without any timidity at all.

Although what he said was not that important.

"I ask you, what is your position in the Ministry of Magic......" Charlantu tilted his head sideways and looked at Saturday next to him, who stared at him viciously, while Charr Blueprint turned his face sideways again, looking at the ceiling of the room.

The wind outside the house is blowing, this house is a specially built wind-resistant building, but in the face of such a strong wind, it also makes people's ears callous.

"How can I tell you the position? Don't you see my dress? Let me go! If you provoke the Ministry of Magic, you cat reptiles will definitely not be able to eat it! Go around! ”

Saturday shouted louder and louder, and his momentum did not decrease at all, but intensified. It was like a terrible knife and axe hand looking at his prisoner, and Charles Blueprint was not in a hurry at all, put the sharp sugar orange on the table, slowly stood up, put it in his pocket, with a gloomy face, bowed and paced slowly, and walked to the front of Saturday, Saturday looked at him over, still without fear, but Charles Blueprint's foot instantly lifted and kicked him in the stomach.

"Poof......" Saturday's blood roared out of his mouth, and under the kick of Charles Blueprint, another kick hit his knee so hard that Saturday's knee snapped back like metal that had bent down.

"Ah......h

Charr Blueprint kept his head down, pacing slightly, and returned to his position, and the wind poured in into the room, making it cold and cold.

"I'm here, is it the Ministry of Magic?" Charles Blueprint took the tangerine in his hand again, tilted his head, and rested his head on the chair behind him.

"Hiss......" Saturday couldn't speak because of the pain, he gritted his teeth and waited for the Charr Blueprint, who looked at him and rolled his eyes: "If you say you can save your life, you say, if you can't save your life, I won't let you say it."

Charles Blueprint pouted and touched his stubble again, he seemed to like the feeling of rubbing, itchy, rustling, and overwhelming. Like this orange that is about to come out of the water, it also feels amazingly good.

"Hiss......" Saturday sighed, his painful nerves trembling and his eyelids jumping.

"Say it......" Charles Blueprint looked at Saturday's eyes, his eyes no longer making any slight movements, and he didn't move, almost tearing the hairy boy apart from his eyes.

"I know you are not the cowards of any other school." Charles Blueprint gritted his teeth word by word, and the sound of grinding his teeth, gently accompanied by the pain of Saturday, made the wind in the whole room even colder.

"Minions of the Ministry of Magic, I'm not afraid, they're just turtles in an urn, no matter how powerful you are, you won't be defeated." Charleshire put his feet back on the table, his tense nerves slowly soothed, and his eyebrows trembled: "Tell me your position in the Ministry of Magic, otherwise, if you have to deal with the minions of the Ministry of Magic, I won't be soft, you have a position, you are a petty official, and you have some value, if you are not a petty official, or an important member, don't be so arrogant...... I, yours, enemy. ”

Charles's muffled voice echoed in Saturday's head, and the nerves in his knees were as hot as an electric current reaching him, and he was screaming in pain as the blood flowed.

"You guys! Reptile lackeys! ”

"Cat reptiles, I love to listen, but lackeys, I don't like to listen." Charles Blueprint suddenly fast, suddenly and slowly put his hand on his orange, the door, under the blowing of the wind, hit the door frame fiercely, and the whining sound outside the frame made Saturday's eyes tremble.

"The third squad of the Flame Demon Dao, team members, not petty officials, if you want to kill or chop, listen to it!" Saturday revealed his identity, did not lose his momentum, and did not say anything else.

"Flame Demon Dao, Third Squad ......"

"Have you ever heard such a sentence?"

Charles Blueprint glanced at Saturday's eyes, and there seemed to be no fear in Saturday's eyes, but as soon as Charles Blueprint put down the sharp sugar orange of his phone, he stopped the movement in his hand, and his eyes began to dodge, began to avoid, and kept looking at Charles Blueprint's eyes.

"The dead are more useful than the living......"

The Charr Blueprint didn't sell off at all, but looked at Saturday's eyes, and Saturday in those green eyes was like a guinea pig of fear......

The mouse's eyes were shining, and he was scurrying in fear.

Being stared at by Charles's blueprint was like pulling a blood thread from the ribs behind his back, pulling the nerves of his whole body clean.

"You should be glad that you are not a petty official of the Ministry of Magic, otherwise, you must have died a miserable death......"

The Charr Blueprint turned his head sideways, and the sugar orange in his hand turned quickly, and the sugar orange was very hard, so it could be used for playing.

The orange the size of a walnut in his hand turned, swayed, and moved......

Such as......

Autumn Wind Falling Leaves......

Such as......

Hundred miles of autumn wind......

Such as......

Heads fall to the ground......