Chapter 1115
Highland Fortress, Azores Elf Camp, early morning.
The thick sea of fog filled the heights, and the weak Anson Zade sat cross-legged under the flagpole, looking at the Jewel River in the distance with a trance, the scene of the battle a few days ago As if it had just happened, it flashed back in his mind over and over again.
The giant dragon that fell from the sky, the burning river, was struggling like an ant on fire, the wailing wizard warrior, hundreds, hundreds, thousands...
Grit your teeth, The elven boy trembling in the cold wind closed his eyes tightly.
It’s all me...because of me...because I ended up like this...otherwise at least...
Open your eyes slowly, the blindfolded spirit reflected in the pupils The girl was sitting on her knees beside her, looking after herself cautiously, as if she was worried about quarreling herself.
"Master elder sister, how long have you...How long has it passed?!"
The awakened Anson Zade blurted out.
"It didn't take long, I just saw you here, so wait a moment." The blindfolded elf girl shook her head, her tender voice said softly, "Anson is the one who... In the evening, go back to the camp and sleep for a while."
A lie.
The nearly soaking gown, the dripping hair tips, and the water marks on the side... If it weren't for staying in this dense fog for more than an hour, it wouldn't be like this at all.
Sir elder sister... Still not good at lying.
The elf boy couldn't help but chuckle.
"What's the matter?" Lori Zade asked when she heard the laughter.
"It’s nothing, I just suddenly remembered some happy things in the past, I can’t help but..."
"Yes, yes, you have to think about something happy at this time Things, let me get rid of my troubles." Yiyiyaya's elven girl agreed with nodded: "When I'm normally tired, I can't help but think of the time of cultivation with Anson in the past."
"Years and years Like a shuttle, in the blink of an eye, the blooming flowers are yesterday--memory, life, it is precisely because of this kind of beginning and end that it is so precious."
Looking at Lori Zade who tried to comfort herself , There was a hint of gratitude in the smile of the elf boy.
Yes, if it wasn't for herself, the elder sister wouldn't have fallen to this level. With her strength, she can...
"But!" Lori Zade Suddenly opened the mouth and said:
"For Lori, if you can't meet the ending with Anson, then no matter how beautiful the memory is, it seems that you will always leave a little regret."
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"Master elder sister..."
Forcibly resisting the urge to cry, a smile was squeezed on the face of the young elf: "Then... here, will it be our end? Place?"
"I don’t know... Idiot Anson always seems to forget that people are invisible." The smiling blindfolded elf girl shook her head: "Highlands, plains, hills, rivers, fog Hai...These colored pictures are the same for Lori."
"Yes, I almost forgot." His face turned dark, and Anson Zade changed the subject: " So for the elder sister, what kind of scene is the most perfect ending?"
"The most perfect ending..."
The fairy girl raised her head slightly, right The index finger of the hand lightly touches the corner of the lips: "Spring is already in front of you. If it is a sign, it will not be long before the peach blossoms are in full bloom."
"Peach blossoms...speaking of which, from my hometown The peach blossoms always bloom later than elsewhere."
"Yes, yeah." The elf girl couldn't help but nodded and said.
Thinking of the scenery of his childhood hometown, smiling An Sen could not help but let out a long sigh.
For every elven warrior, their hometown was invaded and destroyed by monsters from the void and Evil God, fighting to save the life and death of the Azores, resolutely set foot on it This road is destined to be overflowing with blood.
Different from the "empires" who were close to slaves in the era of the giant dragon kingdom, the Azores have more bloodlines from the giant dragon kingdom. These bloodlines allow the Azores to naturally have contact Void Power's aptitude.
But this is not a blessing, this is a curse.
This innate talent is like the five senses of the Azores. Even if they don’t realize it, they can still use this power and use Void Power a lot. Without control, the residue of Void Power will be produced, attracting the existence from the void.
vampire, ghoul, ogre... and even the Evil God body, all monsters that have been mutated and distorted by Void Power are born in this way.
Since ancient times, the wizard warriors who wield long knives and fight various monsters do not know that the source of the monsters they killed is themselves.
The way of warrior born from Spiritual Cultivation gave Azorean warriors more extraordinary powers than in the past; and only a few warriors were aware of this power. After that, the monsters they faced were stronger than in the past.
Everything, until the arrival of the man.
Harimvan Ashamai.
For the wizards of the Azores, it is a blessed day; for the entire race of the Azores, it is a day that can never be mentioned and cursed forever.
The man who gave him wisdom and bloodline brought magic.
Alchemy, spell, ancient rune... For the first time, the Azores knew how powerful their inherent power is.
But they don't know how heavy the consequences of this powerful force are;
When they know...it's too late, it's all too late.
The hometown of the Azores, the fertile soil separated from the empire by the sea of fog has been completely eroded by Void Power and turned into an abyssal hell ravaged by monsters.
And the source of this evil force—according to Xiong Yingwang, is on the land of the Sackland Empire.
Only by eradicating the empire and pulling up by the roots all their beliefs, magic and everything related to it, can the future of the Azores be exchanged.
Fight for life and death, fight for righteousness...Every Azorean spirit who steps on the battlefield is not so.
Really?
If Your Majesty Xiong Yingwang stands here, Anson really wants to ask him this...is it true?
Even if we eradicate everything from the imperial people and the "Holy Cross" Evil God they believe in, and then inherit the legacy of the ancient giant dragon kingdom... the curse carried by the Azores will still not disappear.
Doing this will only start a new cycle at best. The Azores who possess magic and the way of warrior may turn this land into monsters raging again in just one or two hundred years. Resist, this kind of salvation... can't be called "the righteousness of saving life and death" at all.
Anson Zade, who has studied Void Power for many years, doesn’t think that the Azores, who are destined to bear the curse from the very beginning, can end their destiny through a war... It’s better to say it is right. Because of this, it is called fate.
The Azores who inherited the legacy of the giant dragon kingdom, from start to finish, there are only two ways to go-either desperately resist Void Power and usher in destruction; or take the initiative to embrace Void Power and end up with peace The giant dragon kingdom comes to an end.
So after all...
"pa."
The blindfolded elf girl who sensed Anson's mood swings gently pressed the arm of the younger brother , Snuggling and leaning him on his shoulders.
"It's okay, everything will pass, everything will be fine." Yiyiyaya said, Lori Zade said softly: "The day of prosperous blooming, there is known a season of withering; when the wind and snow disappear , It is another season of splendor."
Anson, who was immersed in the fairy girl’s poems, with a natural smile on the corners of his mouth.
Until the sound of footsteps broke this rare peace.
"Master Zade!"
An elf warrior one-knee kneels in front of the two, respectfully said: "From the direction of the siege, there is a group of imperial envoys. Now...Do you want to meet them?"
Taking a deep breath of the thick mist filled with water vapor, the expression of the young elf became indifferent again:
"Let them come. "
The elf warrior bowed and saluted, turned and left.
A quarter of an hour later, in the sea of fog, a group of silhouettes holding torch appeared outside the camp of the Azores, and walked into the barracks with the “accompaniment” and the crowd of a crowd of warriors.
The leader is Lucien.
Sweeping around the Azorean warriors, the gray pupils couldn't even see the slightest anger, fear... or even any emotions in their expressions and eyes.
It seems that standing here, and the hunting Fiend and Byrne Knights behind him, are not their enemies, but just a group of people who have nothing to do with them.
No, they know that they are their enemy, but already not in.
After more than ten days of deadly battles, repeated fiascos, uninterrupted casualties, no hope of reinforcements coming, helpless with exhausted ammunition and food...not to mention a group of people living in a foreign land. The Azorean elves, even if they were replaced by an imperial army, probably should have collapsed long ago.
It's just a group of desperate walking corpse waiting for their death...just like Lord Loren described.
Lu Sien couldn't help thinking, if he was surrounded by enemies and run out of ammunition and food in the same situation, Lord Loren... would he come to save himself?
However, this idea just flashed in his mind...switching to Lord Loren, he wouldn't let himself fall into such a terrifying situation at all.
But even if it is true, I should be willing, after all...
"Welcome everyone to visit, the enemies of the Azores."
The slightly frowning elf boy looked at Lu Sien in front of him, indifferently opened the mouth and said: "I don't know what you are here, is there anything we can help?"
"If If it’s an invitation to fight, please forgive it-we are here, you are under the mountain; you think you can kill me, please!"
Before the gray pupils could speak, An Sen would Steals.
Raising his eyebrows, Lu Sien did not have the idea of quarreling with the elf boy, and turned his gaze to Lori Zade who was aside.
"Here is the order of Lord Loren Torino to fulfill a promise with Lord Lori Zade."
"Pledge?"
Without waiting for the other party to react, Lu Sien, who was expressionless, took a half step forward, drew a long knife from under the cloak, and threw it at the blindfolded elf girl standing beside An Sen.
"pa!"
The right hand raised Lori Zade steadily caught it, and at the moment when her palm touched the handle of the knife, she was slightly taken aback: "This It's..."
"The famous sword passed down from generation to generation by the Zade family-when your Excellency confronted the Lord Duke last time, he left it as a testimony to the Duke." Gray pupil said solemnly:
"The Duke believes that it is time to fulfill the agreement between the two parties."
"At noon tomorrow, if Lori and Anson Zade decide to fulfill this agreement, then please walk Down the mountain, the Duke will raise the black-bottomed Golden Lion's battle flag at the bottom of the mountain, waiting for the two to come."
"If you refuse...then the empire will launch a final offensive before the evening to completely capture this When the giant dragon roared in the imperial territory captured by you..."
"It's the time of your death."
In the sea of fog, the Azores’ barracks were silent. .
There is no warrior glaring at him, no angry quarrels, verbal abuse, roars, and brave men who can’t wait to go to the battlefield...densely packed in the barracks full of elf warriors, it’s quiet like a tomb.
The final news, as if it had already been agreed upon, was not enough to make them make a fuss about nothing.
Lu Sien, who was waiting for the one minute, stopped talking, and slightly nodded took Knight and Fiend to turn around and left, and didn't bother to look at Zade's sister and brother behind him.
For him, those are already two corpses.
"Wait a minute."
At the same time as the voice sounded, several wizard warriors blocked the way of Lucien and his party.
I glanced at Lori Zade next to him, the indifferent elf boy turned his gaze, and slowly walked towards Lusien:
"Please tell the Duke of Byrne Your Excellency Loren Torino, I also have Lord Elder sister, accept his invitation-at noon tomorrow, we will go to the agreed place, but..."
He will not only fight the two of us, and all the elves warriors who will not obediently surrender to your empire, will participate in this duel!"
"We will fight with you to the last minute! , Until the last Azorean warrior fell-when the blood of warrior spilled all over the earth, it was the time when the duel ended!" Lu Sien looked at each other.
Looking back, Lu Sien met his gaze. After a while, he solemnly nodded: "Understood, I will relay this sentence to Master Loren in its entirety."
p>The voice fell, and the elf boy waved his hand, letting Lucien and his party leave.
When I looked back, Lori Zade was already standing beside him, with the long knife that had been passed down from generation to generation in the Zade family.
"An Sen, you really..."
"Ah...Yes, Lord Elder Sister." The elf boy nodded, his expression extremely calm: "This should be...we are It’s over."
"On the day of prosperous blooming, it is known that there is a fading season; when the wind and snow clear, it will be another season of splendor...Tomorrow is the moment of our fading."
Detecting that the elf boy next to her is calm, Lori Zade doesn't persuade him anymore.
"If I can, I really want to see the peach blossoms in my hometown again."
"There will be, there will be." An Sen turned his head and looked towards the blindfolded fairy girl , Decisively cut the railway:
"By noon tomorrow, the flowers must be gorgeous!"