Chapter 1123
Loren never thought that he would actually "go home" in this way-if you say this place that really makes you feel like home for the first time, you can be called It is the words of "home".
Wimpal Academy of Wimpal.
So many years have passed, this place is still deeply in the memory of the black hair wizard.
The spacious dusty streets, hospitable robbers and mountain people, dilapidated towers, flying houses, commoners in the town who are frightened and scared of the wizard, baked potato pie in the Redbeard Pub... …
The gate of the Academy with a drawbridge, the hall with a fireplace, the library with a high-level curse, the private tower of Dalton · Kander, the small sect hall behind the Academy... well, there are also collections. The vampire in the small sect hall.
I really left countless beautiful and unforgettable memories here.
And when the black hair wizard who was full of emotion raised his gaze and looked towards the direction of the Academy, his mood... even more difficult to describe.
The Wimpal once was gone; what appeared in front of him was an incomparable gigantic fortress.
A giant fortress cluster called "barracks" is filled with elves warrior, all over the place are earth walls, fences, trenches, camps, bonfires...
The earth walls of the range upon range of mountains thoroughly destroyed the appearance of the original town, and turned them into areas of similar size divided by trenches and wooden walls; each area has a camp With the fire beacon as the core, it forms a circle of circles; the closer the area is to the periphery, the larger and simpler the area; otherwise, the smaller and more refined.
The outermost part of the camp is the ogre camp, which is locked by chains. There are only stinky shacks and piles of wood thorns, horses, and deep trenches. The core of the camp is In the former Wimpal Academy, even if it is just a brief observation, it is not difficult to find that the castle has been armed to the teeth and connected by roads in all directions.
How do you describe your mood at the moment?
If it were not for the dark green pennant flying on the Academy city gate, Loren could not believe that the structure in front of him was compact, well-planned, and it was definitely a well-designed camp with great effort. …It's actually from the Azores!
It's not just that he can't believe it, even the Grand Duke of Allermans, Yuli Wiertz, has exactly the same expression-he confronted the little Prince at the front of Eboden, except for the elves. The terrifying battle strength of warrior is how indifferent they are to camps and defense facilities.
And this one...
"During the confrontation in Deep Limburg, this gang of miscellaneous camps was still very rudimentary, almost the same as the war dancers’ forest camp...except that it was big Some."
Seeing the two confused Liya, Coldly Snorted explained: "After finishing the battle of Deep Limburg, they will know how to build a camp exactly like yours."
"So our enemy is still a good student who is good at learning?" The black hair wizard said in a playful manner: "They don't even learn long spear phalanx, shield wall and volley of bows and arrows. Right?"
"This is not good news."
Grand Duke Elman's expression is much more solemn: "Our greatest advantage to the Azores elven army is the dense Formation and battle formation, if they also learn..."
"If they learn, we will kill these gangsters row by row." The female elf face was cold and very polite. He glanced at him:
"If they don’t learn, we will one by one squeeze these gangsters to death!"
After that, Liya, who was ill-tempered, slapped her. With Chief Aaron Knight and a group of Knights and war dancers, they headed towards the camp where the little wizard was located.
Uli Wirtz, who was interrupted by the grumpy female elf, swept to the black hair wizard involuntarily.
"You just watch it ten thousand times again, and I can't help it." Loren chuckled, "I was almost stabbed to death when I first met... She was kind enough to you. "
"I don't care about her attitude towards me, what I care about is Lotaire's future...and this war." Grand Duke Elman sighed and restored his former calmness.
"We will not only assist Lotaire in defeating the Azores, but also take them to the final battlefield as part of the reinforcements and the empire." Uli Wirtz shook his head:
"Ru Wen will choose her to inherit her because of trust. I believe she is the best candidate to unite Lotaire at the moment, but in addition to her talent as a commander, she must also negotiate with ease. Means, such as Ruben, he is just..."
Before speaking, Ulrich Wiltz was stunned for a moment, showing a very tangled expression.
Ru Wen...nothing better than this female elf.
"Blow the trumpet."
Looking at the somewhat embarrassed Grand Duke Elman, Loren changed the subject of "very important".
"Now?"
"It is now." Staring at the Wimpal Academy in the distance, black hair wizard nodded:
"Blan Deng will not wait for us for too long, so we have to do it quickly."
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At the same time, the nine-pointed star wizard tower in the barracks At the camp, the wizards are carrying out the final commissioning of the five "Jiao lightsabers" brought by the army.
The little wizard standing on the outskirts of the camp, holding on to the fence, stared blankly in the direction of Wimpal Academy.
The busy wizards behind her, the soldiers and Knights passing by in a hurry, the noisy sound and the fast passing silhouette are flooded with interference with her vision and hearing; but Ai Yin seems to have not watched The same, staring intently at the familiar direction.
That kind of feeling...as if I can still have endured the hardships of a long journey in the evening, appearing outside the gate, with a small attendant carrying a sword; the vigilant Dalton instructor will do Open the door by himself, and Dean Peter will wait in the room to greet him; and Isaac......
Well, he will also greet himself in his own way.
Under the clear blue eyes, the corner of the little wizard's mouth faintly rises, as if returning to those little days.
Until a familiar voice interrupted her.
"Sorry."
The awakened little wizard turned his head to look. The female elf Liya, who was alone, was standing beside her, her indifferent complexion was much softer than before. Faintly mixed with a trace of shame.
"Liya, why..."
Following the female elf's gaze, she looked at Ai Yin of the Academy with a relieved smile: "Ah, it's okay-we're fighting , This kind of thing is inevitable..."
"No...I, I'm not talking about the Academy, not the stone house."
The female elf shook her head and hit softly. Break.
"Huh?"
Looking at the little wizard's confused expression, the female elf became more and more unbearable.
"When I...well, when I retreated from Deep Limburg, almost all the nobles in Deep Limburg left. They ran so fast that some guys and the team broke away, and were ambushed by Ogre and The Azores chopped off." Liya, who could not bear it, looked at Ai Yin silently:
"There is only one family...they did not leave."
"Rand family."
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The little wizard's eyes narrowed.
"I...actually I don’t have any impression of them, nor can I speak of a good impression. The leader of the Rand family seems to be the little leader of an archer in Ruben, but he and all the warriors of the Rand family refused to leave. Stayed with Ruben in Deep Limburg." The female elf whispered:
"Then Chief Aaron Knight told me that they are your family."
The silent little man The wizard involuntarily clenched his palm, and the little pink fist trembled violently.
But in just a second, she "recovered" her emotions.
"Sorry, if I know, if Ruben can remember that fool, I..."
"No thanks...Thank you for telling me, Liya." In response to the female elf’s concerned eyes, Ayin casually laughed: "It’s okay, don’t worry about me, I still have my family, I still have Loren...I mean! Loren, Isaac, you and Dalton mentor... you are all me Family!"
"I am not alone in this world, not alone...Neither are you, you still have us!"
"Even if one of us Unfortunately to leave, as long as the remaining people remember him, then he will still be with us, and we...will not be alone!"
Looking at the little wizard who was not good at covering up, he endured his grief and returned As she kept trying to comfort herself, Liya slowly nodded.
"That's right, like Ruben Fried...Although I don't want to, I should not forget this bastard in my life. After all...Well, Ayin, what is your expression? "
As soon as the laughed female elf turned her head, she saw the blushing little wizard staring at herself with eyes that seemed to overflow.
"no no no...nothing, really nothing!"
Ai Yin, who hurriedly lowered her head, kept blinking with her eyes raised and lowered, she didn't dare to talk to her. The elves’ eyes met each other, and the voice was as small as a breeze: "Just, Liya, you...you and Ruben...you two...that...I, I actually want to ask... Yes...Yes...I...I, I, I, I..."
The little wizard who blushed hesitated to speak, but couldn't say a word when he spoke, he was so anxious that he couldn’t say anything. I don’t know. How to express yourself.
"Me and Ruben?"
The female elf with a low snort shrugged her shoulders, as if she didn't take seriously at all: "That fool who likes to be pushy, talk to herself.' That’s the only way for Lotaire','I can't help it','I can't figure out who else can'... The fool who talked to himself to kill him, didn't forget to throw the burden out before he left."
"I can't help but think that it would be fine if I didn't promise him that day. If it was me who stayed in Deep Limburg..."
"Huh?!"
p>The little wizard turned pale in fright.
"What's wrong?"
"No...nothing, it's Liya, are you and Ruben...no...no..."
"Oh...ai It turns out that this is what you want to know."
The little arc was raised on the female elf’s stern cheeks, and she looked at the little wizard playfully: "Well...it seems to have discussed this matter. But..."
"No, no no no...but?"
The red cheeks of Ai Yin droop.
"Time is too late...but I think it’s more like that guy doesn’t have the guts--of course, if he dares to do that, I must give him some color to see; if you want to conquer me, unless you fight Win me!"
"Because I am Liya, I am the fairy of the morning star forest, I am a war dancer... This is my pride, and I have always insisted on it."
"But that night...I...I suddenly found that I was not so persistent; even for a while, I especially hoped or was scared, my mind was full of pictures of that guy rushing into the house, I would resist and beat that guy bloody nose and swollen face; but in the end..."
The female elf wanted to speak but stopped.
"Do you regret it, Liya?"
The little wizard cautiously asked.
"I never regret it."
The female elf shook her head:
"But if you knew him earlier, you and Loren, you all person ; Maybe everything is different, maybe..."
"Woo————————————————!!!"
While the two were still "continuing the conversation", a hurried marching number came from a distance; the originally noisy, town-like military barracks instantly became "orderly".
"Byrners, go forward--!"
Following the angry roar of Guy Angelt, Byrne Legion, who was already on standby, immediately moved from the hillside. Walking out of the upper barracks, it moved slowly towards the center of the battlefield like a giant phalanx.
At the front of the queue, there will always be a wall-mounted formation, the Byrne Knight and the knight-errant Knight who hold the swallowtail gun aloft like a sea of flowers;
The crossbowman and Karl Co. Lin’s shooting army formed three rows, follow closely from behind, as the last firepower before the melee confrontation;
The infantry Knights from the Rock Fort, as the core force of the Byrne infantry phalanx, will always Standing in the first row of the phalanx; follow closely from behind is the Byrne long spear phalanx, and the heavily loaded attendants who are incorporated as supporting forces.
Fifty thousand Byrne Legion, just like this, grandiose unscrupulously spread the formation directly on the battlefield and headed towards the tightly defended fort barracks of the Azores.
Looking at the large-scale banner, the uniform stepping sound, the neighing of the horse, the collision between the armor and the weapon...Even the female elves who have seen tens of thousands of soldiers march in this grand occasion, still bear it I couldn't help squinting his eyes, looking at the banners like a sea of flowers.
"This guy...is really different from before." Lowering her voice, the female elf muttered to herself in a low voice: "I still remember that day... He came alone in order to ask us for help. Me and Luca’s camp."
"Now, he has his own country, his own army...no more wizard alone."
"So do we …Is no longer the us of the past."
The shy little wizard, looked towards the female elf with a little emotion: "Is that right, Grand Duke Lotaire?"
Female elf laughed.
"Yes, Ain Rand, the successor of the Ashamed School, and the next generation of veteran Ayn Rand." Seeing the little wizard's surprised expression, the female elf smiled happily:
"This is what Loren told me. Although I don't know what it means, it should be important to you, right?"
The little wizard who doesn't know whether to be annoyed or surprised, nodded at a loss .
"Then...Let's go down, too, and can't let that big liar take all the limelight by himself!"
Grinning open the corners of her mouth, the female elf grabbed the gun, sharply The tip of his gun was raised above his head:
"Go forward-Lotaire!"