(Alphonse Chapter)
Kingdom of Valentino, Alchemy Year 123...
As we all know, today is the bustling annual "Harvest Day" of the Capital of Time.
Especially the residents here, they all know it and are eagerly looking forward to it.
It is said that Snow, the goddess of snow, witnessed with her own eyes the hard work and sweat that the people of Shidu had spread over a long period of time. So he returned to the capital and brought heaven's favor, blessing the people with a loving heart.
The above is one of the legends widely circulated in Warming Belle.
Since the establishment of the capital, the people of Womingbeile have always believed in this legendary goddess, which is more or less the reason why they are sometimes established in a land of ice and snow.
In this land of ice and snow, it will be very difficult to survive if you grow ordinary crops.
Therefore, the huge harvest is a unique treasure to them.
Since the discovery of new cold-resistant crops and the introduction of large-scale planting, this ancient capital standing on the ice and snow has begun to flourish, and the fruits arrive as promised every year during the harvest season.
The old people who have settled here for a long time have witnessed this difficult history with their own eyes.
So they attach great importance to the arrival and celebration of the harvest season, even as much as the celebration of the new year.
And the boys and girls who came here during the "Auspicious Snow Harvest Year" celebration held to celebrate the harvest——
Alphonse and Pricia were also immersed in the lively atmosphere like everyone else.
Pricia, a noble girl who had never been allowed to travel far away due to strict family rules, had her eyes opened this time.
"Huh? Why haven't you seen this kind of fruit that is as red as fire in the capital? Hmm - it tastes a little sweet and a little sour..."
"Hey, Alphonse, that man's clothes are so strange. Look at that uncle. His bloated clothes look like a bun stained with blue paint!"
"Hey, that thing..."
Alphonse, who was also surprised by new things, was not at all as excited as Pricia, who was full of excitement at the moment, so he could only laugh at the sidelines.
The precious thing about traveling is that you can taste all kinds of new things in various places, meet all kinds of people, and gain unique and valuable experiences from them.
When Pricia was a child, she had read the travel diaries written by other travelers and their experiences. She had also imagined that one day, she and her family would go out to visit the Kingdom Continent together.
Later she realized that such a fantasy was not realistic and could only be a dream after all. Despite this, this fantasy is like a young seed waiting to sprout, always buried in the deepest part of my heart.
It wasn't until the moment when I sneaked out from under the eyes of my elders that I truly sprouted and realized myself.
Pricia was striding down the main street, happily telling her companions about her inner joy and yearning for travel.
Alphonse also thought the same thing about what the girl said.
Alphonse was a boy who was found and raised by the Holy Dragon Desphire in the snowfield. Before that, he had been living in the Ice Palace in the snowfield, accompanying the Holy Dragon.
Desphire first felt affection for this abandoned baby in the snowfield, and doted on him even more as he grew up.
She had thought about raising Alphonse to be a hero of a generation.
So he turned into a human form and taught him a lot of knowledge by himself, including what the scholars of the current kingdom know.
Even various secret knowledge that no one has understood throughout the ages.
The outstanding leadership skills that Alphonse displayed in the future, as well as the extremely rich and varied tactics and strategies used in the kingdom's war of resistance, were all due to Desfeil's painstaking teachings.
What is unsatisfactory is that Alphonse's performance in swordsmanship is very poor.
It can be said that his extraordinary swordsmanship talent is completely different from his dull posture of wielding the sword in his hand.
Desphire had tried every exercise method she knew, but Alphonse was always like a stubborn rock, making no progress.
In the end, she had no choice but to let Alphonse step out of the Bliza Snowfield and travel to the Kingdom Continent to practice, while also asking him to practice swordsmanship on his own.
Desphire was extremely worried, and after much deliberation, she finally engraved the emblem "Glory of the Far North" on him.
Although she didn't know whether Alphonse could truly exert the full power of this strongest mark.
Although such an arduous journey is indeed cruel for a young man whose sword skills and mind are not yet mature.
However, if a person wants to make a difference in this troubled world.
Even though it will be a road full of thorns, you have to walk it down-to-earth.
Without experiencing such suffering, even gold cannot shine.
In fact, Alphonse was kicked out by Desphire. Before going out, Alphonse knelt down howling and crying, holding her legs and refusing to leave no matter how much she tried to persuade her. She had no choice but to drive him out ruthlessly and no longer allow him to enter the Ice Palace. step.
This is the reason why Alphonse once said to Pricia with sadness, "I can never go back."
On today, the grandest day in Shidu, it can also be said to be the biggest celebration in the Kingdom Continent. For the first time, Alfons saw the vast world outside Bliza Snowfield, all kinds of new things, and All kinds of people.
It allowed him to experience what real travel is for the first time, and also allowed him to temporarily forget the pain of "leaving home" and let go of the pain of "homesickness".
The bustling streets are filled with magic crystal decorations that shine with this colorful light, as well as exquisite shining lamps and candles dotted in front of the opened shops.
In a square, a group of people danced a festive dance around a large bonfire that towered into the sky.
The dancing shadows are reflected on the ground and shine in the night space, becoming crazy and happy along with the swaying firelight.
After being warmly invited by some of them, boys and girls naturally joined them. Pricia takes Alphonse's hand and becomes a partner in the dance team.
Priscilla, who was intoxicated by this joyful scene, even pulled Alphonse out of the original queue and danced a noble royal dance with him.
The plain feather coat flutters in the wind, matching the fire.
The two received warm applause from the crowd.
The girl with light and smooth steps and the boy with cute clumsy movements immediately became the topic of the dance feast in the square.
Alphonse thought to himself, Pricia is a noble. It was really a lot of fun among this group of ordinary people.
Since three things were confirmed, Pricia had a great time and felt at ease.
First, she noticed that the black knight who had been guarding her, Lei, was watching over her from a high place not far away.
Second, she truly experienced the joy of traveling and understood its true meaning. These experiences and experiences cannot be learned from the words in the book.
Furthermore, she firmly believed that she had confirmed with her own eyes that the grand scene of the kingdom that existed in Valentino was definitely not a lie. Alphonse must be overthinking this time.
Yes, that's right, the scene in Shidu tonight can be said to be the grandest in the continent.
This last night, the last night of the prosperous Warming Belle during the Kingdom period, will be remembered in the annals of history as it will end in tragedy.
Such a glorious moment, even though the next second will usher in the opening of the door of destruction, has also been recorded in history by historians with calm and objective descriptions.
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Alphonse, who was dancing with the people, heard a strange scream while playing, but it was quickly drowned out by the singing of others.
Until that moment, a civilian staggered closer to the center like a headless fly and threw himself into the huge fire that was burning brightly in front of him.
That’s right—the man doesn’t have a head;
To be precise, he had lost his head, and even the newly severed artery in his neck was still spurting out columns of blood.
But despite this, his stump body continued to walk as if nothing had happened until he stepped into the fire, causing the group of people to scream in surprise.
Wherever this headless man walked, every step he took was marked with crooked and bloody footprints.
These footprints and the swaying ashes in the firelight were the last traces of his existence.
"This...what is going on?"
Pricia, who had been enjoying herself and feeling at ease just a moment ago, was deeply stimulated by this bloody scene and was stunned.
Just as he was about to wake up the stunned Pricia, Alphonse noticed someone patting his shoulder.
When he turned around, he realized that it was the uncle who had just warmly invited him to join the dance, and he kindly reminded him in a silent voice: "Be careful! There is..."
Unexpectedly, before Alfons could finish speaking, the mutated uncle opened his mouth full of sharp fangs.
This uncle's body suddenly became strong and huge, even rivaling the size of a bear monster;
The clothes were torn, and the exposed limbs were dark and half covered with mane.
He pounced on Alphonse with the brute strength of a beast, and excitedly moved the muscles around his mouth, showing off his bloody fangs, ready to feast on his prey. This shocking change made the young man struggle desperately, but he was still suppressed and unable to move.
Alphonse, who gave up the useless struggle and was about to wait for death, was suddenly startled by the monster's scream.
When he opened his eyes tremblingly, blood flowers bloomed right in front of him, and dark red blood droplets splashed onto his face and even his pupils.
This monster, which wanted to devour its companions, was hit in the head by Pricia in the distance with a sharp arrow that highly condensed the magical element of wind.
He suddenly lost his ability to move and also lost his life.
Pricia stepped forward and helped Alphonse up, who was in shock, "Hey, are you okay?"
At the same time, the demonic aura was strong. As if responding to a certain master's command, numerous shadows of magic wings flew up in the night sky.
From high above came a strange chirping and the sound of vigorous flapping of wings;
From a distance, the smell of blood that had spread to this place hit his nostrils.
Pricia also noticed that there were monsters that were constantly surrounding her, as well as...human beings who had shown signs of mutation.
They can no longer be classified as "human". It is not an exaggeration to conclude that they are walking corpses.
The thieves and assassins hiding in the dark corners were laughing wantonly, using evil ghost magic to control the dead people, and attacked the two young people.
Always trapped in the hands of monsters and enemies. The treasure they coveted also fell into their hands and they could not escape.
How to escape? Pricia looked around, thinking.
She accidentally caught a glimpse of Alphonse's determined eyes, and he seemed to understand the deeper meaning hidden behind this sudden change.
"Pricia...it's dangerous here."
"I know, but...anyway, follow me first."
Pricia first concentrated her magic power and released a huge but invisible wind wall to hinder the mutant demon approaching from the front.
Then she pulled Alphonse and fled into an empty alley, avoiding the wandering footprints of the monster, and ran all the way to a dilapidated grain warehouse.
He poked his head halfway out of the broken window and saw the group of people, whose souls had been completely infected by demonic nature, fighting and biting each other, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, it was too horrible to see.
Pricia, who had just entered the warehouse, tried to rush out of the warehouse several times in order to prevent this tragic situation from happening again, but Alphonse tried his best to stop her.
Priscilla was just wondering, at this time of complete riot, the Royal Knights were still silent.
"Well..." Alfons panted, not yet recovered from the fatigue of running, "I'm sorry, I lied to you at first... Now at this critical moment... I must tell you... about Details of the "Northern Thieves" and other assassins who have recently appeared. "
Pricia took off the leather soft bottle from her waist, shook it for a while, and handed it to Alphonse, "Okay, okay, I'll listen, you speak slowly."
After drinking a gulp, wiping his mouth with fullness, and taking a deep breath, he explained: "When I saw the scene where the people changed, I understood that those people had been killed by thieves before the change. Not only that, they are also controlled by the necromancers hidden in the dark with illusions, intending to attack us."
"That is to say... everything we saw tonight, including large-scale activities such as parades, celebrations, and dance banquets, are..."
Pricia choked up when she said this, which was undoubtedly quite ironic.
"Yes, that's just an illusion performed by the necromancers controlling the "dolls". "Alphonse couldn't bear to hit the girl any more. She, who had always believed in the prosperity and stability of the kingdom, was so sad that she couldn't stop crying.
"How...how could this happen...then, where are the Royal Knights and the others? Why don't you stop them at this time?"
"Have you... seen any trace of the living knights? Probably not. Even if you did, they must have turned into zombies. Presumably, they have all become puppets of the necromancers."
A moment ago, when Alphonse was running, he accidentally spotted a few royal knights. At that time, they were hiding deep in an alley, eating their companions with glistening eyes.
"Unexpectedly, even the Knights... were completely wiped out."
Alphonse patted her trembling shoulders in comfort.
"As for the goals of those thieves and assassins, I think you can guess it. Yes, their goal is the golden dagger in my hand.
In fact, this short sword is the prototype of the holy sword of ice "Danlitel". But it's a pity that now...it's impossible for me to summon the Holy Sword of Ice, let alone control it. "
Pricia fell silent.
"It can be said that the thieves and assassins are doing so many tricks for the purpose of me and the holy sword in my hand. Is it me who is the culprit who caused Shidu to fall into a state of destruction..."
Alphonse laughed at himself and felt guilty, while preparing the worst in his mind.
"Pricia, now I will hand over the holy sword to you first, and then I will go out and use it as bait to lure them away. During that time, you can escape from Warming Belle as soon as possible."
After hearing this suggestion, she stared at Alphonse for a while, then angrily waved her hand down and slapped him fiercely.
Alphonse was startled by her sudden action.
"Idiot, who wants you to stay here alone! At the very least, we must escape from this city captured by monsters together!"
"But in this case...it's impossible. The chance of two people surviving together is very slim!"
"You... now want to break my promise for no reason! I said that as a companion, I will protect you!"
"But……"
"You...didn't you say that Saint Dragon Desfil raised you? If she knew that you were so cowardly that you were about to give up your life, would she be happy?"
Although the girl still doesn't quite believe in the existence of the Holy Dragon. But at this critical moment, no matter what kind of words, as long as they can cheer up Alphonse and not give up on himself, it doesn't matter.
Alphonse seemed to remember something, suddenly woke up, and muttered to himself, "Yes, I must go back to see her."
Priscilla hugged Alphonse's shoulders tightly and sobbed sadly, "So, don't say such cruel words as "escape alone"... We are companions who have experienced the journey together, so, together Run away. "
The saddest thing was Pricia. The first day of the two's trip, tonight's fun, and the belief in "an undefeated, stable and prosperous kingdom" that they had always insisted on was all gone.
So Alphonse no longer had too many pessimistic words. He just silently tried his best to comfort the girl crying in his arms.
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Almost every corner of the street was stained red with blood.
The evil flames spread across Womingbele, and corpses stained with wet blood were everywhere. The souls of the people of Shidu were also trampled on this street soaked in the breath of Hades.
Overnight, blood swayed in this dead city, and mutated humans showed their demonic nature, turning into extremely hungry monsters and monsters, fighting for prey and killing each other.
"Be careful not to get close to those corpses. Although they are dead and have no signs of life, they can still be controlled by the necromancers as puppets."
Walking swiftly with Pricia on the main street of the capital that was empty of any living things, Alphonse carefully alerted his companions.
"Those necromancers... actually have such abilities! But no matter where we are, we can't see them."
They are villains hiding in the shadows. They only need to stay in the dark and use dark magic to control dead things. Therefore, they do not need to show up specially to become living targets for their enemies.
"Where are we going now? The main entrance of Shidu City doesn't seem to be in this direction."
he asked breathlessly. Pricia walked as fast as the wind. If she hadn't held her hand, Alphonse wouldn't have been able to keep up with her pace.
"At this time, the front door must be full of monsters. So we have to meet up with my followers through the other door and escape together. Alas, we have been in contact with Lei for so long, why haven't we seen him show up yet?"
"No, he seems to be right in front..."
"What?"
Pricia stared ahead carefully again, and indeed spotted the dark figure as tall as a raptor.
It seemed that he was standing in front of a bunch of incoming monsters, motionless, and the sharp sword in his hand was stained with wet blood.
"thunder!"
Pricia, who met the entourage, was excited and was about to take off Alphonse's hand and join her companions in front.
"careful!"
Alphonse, who noticed that there was something wrong with Dere's posture, almost shouted a warning to Pricia.
Lei, his body was trembling, and his posture suddenly became abnormally distorted.
It's like the joints are suspended by thin ropes and manipulated.
He turned his head stiffly and looked at Pricia with his bloodshot eyes.
Her followers were covered in mottled blood and dozens of broken bite marks that were close to the edge of ulceration.
"Lei...what's wrong with you?"
His throat, which had long been cut by a sharp blade, let out an almost hoarse scream, unable to answer. To be more precise, Lei had already died in the fight with zombies, and now he has become a puppet controlled by the necromancers.
Before the moment when Lei pounced, Pricia was pushed into the alley by Alphonse, and she lost her footing and fell to the ground.
Alphonse himself was tightly grabbed by the throat by thunder.
He used all his brute strength to kill Alphonse.
Alphonse, who was choked and choked, groped around his waist, pulled out his dagger, and tried his best to cut off one of the hands that was holding him.
When he got a chance, he then kicked into Lei's chest and kicked him away.
After Alphonse broke free from Lei's restraints, he tremblingly held up the bloody dagger to protect himself, breathing heavily, and stared at the black knight Lei, who had mutated beyond recognition.
"——The holy sword "Danlitel" finally appeared. "
A sinister male voice came from high in the sky. Immediately afterwards, an assassin dressed in exotic clothes jumped from the roof of a building.
This brown-haired young man full of murderous intent held a dagger between each of his fingers.
"Hand over the thing in your hand, and I can consider letting you go and letting you escape from this zombie city."
Alphonse held up the dagger and refused to let go, but held it tighter.
It was obvious that this assassin was the leader of the necromancers who controlled the dead people, and he had obvious intentions of plundering the dagger in Alphonse's hand.
"Kid, let me count to three, three——"
A sharp dagger flew out of the assassin's hand and stabbed him in the knee. Alphonse lost his focus and knelt down.
"The next one will be aimed at your heart, if you don't hand over the holy sword!"
Alphonse endured the severe pain and remained indifferent, his eyes reflecting determination that was completely different from his usual cowardice.
So, the assassin threw the dagger for the second time, but this time it was faster and more fierce.
Alphonse concentrated, stared at the oncoming sharp weapon, and swung his dagger at the right time to split the dagger.
Unexpectedly, the dagger was so sharp that it was just a swing.
Moreover, even the swings from Alphonse, a boy with little strength, could split a hard metal dagger in half.
Although he barely succeeded in intercepting the dagger's attack.
However, his left shoulder was still stabbed by another dagger one after another.
"I never said that I only threw a dagger the second time." The necromancer said with a teasing smile.
Alphonse didn't care to cover the wound that was gushing blood, he held the dagger in both hands and pointed it directly at the enemy.
Facing the injured but still stubborn boy, the necromancer's laughter gradually changed from deep to harsh, and became more sinister. He played with the few remaining daggers in his hands, taking pleasure in playing with life.
"This is your last chance! One..."
Before he could finish saying the last "one", he was shocked to realize that the wind around him gathered quickly, forming a storm, which blew up the zombies wandering on the street, together with all the scattered things, and circled them for several times before finally throwing them away. Every corner in the distance.
This magic power that is powerful enough to control hurricanes comes from Pricia walking out of the alley.
At this moment, the brown-haired necromancer used dark magic to change the weight of everything within a one-meter radius centered on himself——
Such effects, of course, include the Necromancer himself.
Things cursed by the power of darkness, infected with the breath of evil, ignore the blowing force of strong winds.
This powerful necromancer is definitely a tough opponent. Pricia thought like this and prepared to control Breath of Wind again.
The emblem on her chest, "Certificate of the Divine Wind," glowed emerald green through the thin white feather coat.
"The power of the emblem... Ah, Pricia, watch your back!"
The girl was strangled by a headless zombie hiding behind her. The Necromancer, who had caught the slightest opportunity for a sneak attack, took action in a millisecond and stabbed the girl's right chest with a sharp weapon. The shiny tattoo was like a target. pierce.
The girl screamed, and the wind dissipated due to the sudden disappearance of the power of the emblem.
Alphonse hunched over to avoid the rain of sharp weapons released by the Necromancer in his direction. Regardless of his knee injury, he quickly approached the injured Pricia and the headless zombie that was strangling her tightly.
The monster hooked its remaining right arm around Pricia's neck, and its incomplete left arm was missing. Despite this, the force was still so strong that the injured Pricia could not break free.
Alphonse used a sharp dagger to cut off the monster's right arm at the joint, and knocked it away with his shoulder.
He accidentally touched the wound on his shoulder and felt a sharp pain, but he still supported the girl and fled into the dark alley together.
The two came out of the other exit of the alley and ran towards the east gate of the city without looking back.
There were three city gates at that time, namely the south gate as the main gate of the city, the west gate on the side as the entrance and exit of cargo carriages, and the east gate.
Now that things have happened, I no longer care about that much. I just go to whichever exit is closest to me. As long as I escape from this dead city, there is still hope of survival.
Alphonse took off Pricia's hand, lost his strength and fell to his knees.
"I... am about to die, why don't you go first..."
Priscilla knew that he was about to say something about letting her abandon him and escape first, so she immediately interrupted:
"Stop talking, stand up quickly! If you stay here all the time, I will stay here with you!"
Pricia's unwavering affection for him moved Alphonse's heart.
Regardless of the pain in his knee, he stood up and tightly held Pricia's right hand that was stretched out to him.
Until this moment, dawn has quietly arrived.
The first ray of sunlight shines through the east gate into the dead city of Womingbeile, which has been reduced to a zombie land.
Outside the exit of the east gate is a sea of emerald green trees stained with snow.
The two of them breathed a sigh of relief after successfully escaping from this abandoned city. Although their pace slowed down, they still walked into the sea of trees at the lowest running speed.
"I don't have the patience to play hide-and-seek with children. Get out of here!"
In the sea of trees, the sinister and vicious voice of the brown-haired warlock still echoed.
"Damn it... I thought that by escaping Shidu, I could escape from the clutches of the necromancers. But..."
The girl who was hiding under a big banyan tree with Alphonse didn't care about her own injuries. She tore off her clothes and bandaged the bleeding wound on the injured Alphonse's knee first.
"Pricia..."
"Stop saying those words! Don't give up." Pricia suddenly interrupted Alphonse.
"I haven't given up. What I want to say is, let's escape in separate directions." Alfons said seriously, this time his tone was more serious than before.
"well?"
"I thought of a way to escape, but this method only works for a single person. I think you should be able to escape quickly with the help of the power of the wind, but I am different. Only this method can allow me to escape. The palms of their hands.”
"I don't understand, I don't understand what you are saying!"
"Let's separate at the next fork. You take the right and I take the left. Don't worry, I will never die so easily. I have to go back to the Ice Palace to find Desfil!"
This time, the young man's attitude was very firm.
Alphonse finally convinced Pricia and promised that after successfully escaping from the sea of trees to recover from his injuries, and going back to find Desfeil, he would immediately go to the royal capital to retrieve Pricia.
"Let's... "pull the hook". I learned this from some children in Warmingbelle yesterday. It is said that if two people hook up, the promise will come true. "
She suggested quietly and shyly.
"good."
Before parting, the boy and the girl solemnly raised their little fingers to each other in order to meet again in the future, hoping that this promise could be fulfilled as they wished.
Pricia, who was running in the direction of sunrise, kept looking back at Alphonse until the two could no longer see each other.
Even though she was walking fast with the magic effect of the wind blessing, the dangerous aura was getting closer and closer to Pricia.
It must be that formidable enemy that is gradually catching up with her.
But even so, it doesn't mean that Alphonse's side is out of danger.
No one had told her that there was only one Necromancer.
By the way, what exactly is the "way to escape" that Alphonse mentioned? He didn't tell her in detail until before leaving.
Could it be that... there is no such way of escape? Pricia recalled that at the end of the direction Alphonse was heading, there was a cliff.
Oops, I was confused for a moment and was deceived by that fool!
When Pricia turned back, she was anxious to go back and find Alphonse. However, he suddenly discovered that the necromancer who was gradually approaching was blocking the figure in the middle of the road.
"I found you, girl." The warlock who found his prey grinned, still playing with a few daggers in his hand.
Pricia took a step back, and the current situation was really between a rock and a hard place - she could escape by continuing to run in the backward direction, but Pricia was worried about Alphonse;
If you want to find the boy along the original path, you must first defeat the enemies in front of you.
"That boy, I guess my men are entertaining him warmly. You two - there is absolutely no way you can escape from our hands, Her Royal Highness Princess Pricia."
Facing the approaching Necromancer, the injured Pricia still planned to fight with all her strength. She no longer has the time or leisure to care about such a trivial matter as why her true identity was discovered by the other party.
Without saying a word, she used her magic power to raise wind power around her that could rival Lan Bao.
Even if he tried his best, he might not be able to defeat the powerful necromancer in front of him.
But... maybe at this moment, Alphonse is also facing an equally dangerous enemy.
Apart from knowing a little bit of physical skills, Alphonse knew no magic at all, and he was not proficient in swordsmanship at all.
We must go back and save him! Priscilla secretly made up her mind, and the wind became more fierce and fierce.
Just before the wind curtain was completed, several dazzling rays of light radiated from unknown places and spread to cover the entire sea of trees, making it impossible to open one's eyes.
Only a miserable scream from the Necromancer was heard.
Light attribute magic is undoubtedly a serious blow to evil people such as necromancers.
At the end of the light, the grass underfoot was scorched by white light, and the snow water evaporated to the end. Even the clumps of trees that once existed not far away were swallowed up by the light and disappeared, and the necromancers did not know where to go. Which direction to escape from.
The only thing left were the burning magic particles that had not yet dissipated.
The great magic of light - the Great Cross of Holy Light. A peer of her age whom Pricia knew knew this extraordinary magic.
Far away from Pricia, there was a familiar sound of horse hooves behind her, and the ground shook.
There is also the nostalgic neighing of the king’s war horse.
In the past, whenever Pricia squatted in front of her house, dozing off with her eyes half closed, waiting for her father to return from the battlefield, this familiar and domineering sound of horse hooves would always appear first.
Then, what came into view was the burly figure of his father riding a war horse and leading a huge procession back in triumph.
There was another person who followed his father back every time. He was a light magician of the same age as Pricia. He had been gifted since he was a child. He was his father's right-hand man and accompanied him on the battlefield when he was still in school.
He was a handsome blond boy, Pricia's only playmate in the palace, and her childhood sweetheart who had grown up together since childhood.
In the past, daughters were always the first in the family to welcome their father's return.
Now, the father has come to welcome the return of his daughter, Pricia, who ran away from home on impulse.
"Father..."
Pricia was like a little girl who had made a mistake, calling for her father with tears on her face.
King Valentino came galloping with a column of knights.
After nearly half a month of searching, I finally met Pricia in this sea of trees.
The king jumped off his horse, and his daughter threw herself into her father's broad arms without saying a word.
"Fan's guess is good, you are indeed here...but, Pricia, how were you injured?"
The reprimands he had prepared earlier had long been forgotten, and now he was only concerned about his daughter's injury.
So Pricia sobbed and told her father everything she had experienced in Shidu.
"As expected, the trouble was caused by assassins and thieves from other places. My father is going to continue chasing them now. Let Fan accompany you to treat your injuries in a nearby town."
Then, the king shouted to the soldiers behind him: "First warriors, listen to the order! Follow me to pursue the bandits!"
The king only learned from his subordinates half a month ago that Pricia left the royal capital to explore the mainland.
So he kept looking for his daughter along the way back.
On the way, Wang also occasionally heard news about the group of foreign villains who were recently active in the Valentino Kingdom.
The father stepped on the mount again, and Fan, who stood beside Wang, helped Pricia up, who was almost fainting from the injury.
The king continued to lead the soldiers and walked away on the sand and grass.
"Fan... please..." After seeing her father go away, Pricia begged Fan beside her with her weak breath;
"Go to the other direction of the sea of trees...help me find a boy...he is my companion, go and save him!"
Fan was confused about this person who was very important to Pricia, "Who is he?"
"He is a companion I met during my journey. He neither knows swordsmanship nor any magic. Just a moment ago, I was separated from him! I was afraid that he would be in danger! So please..."
Pricia actually cares so much about an ordinary boy. It seems that she values this partner quite a bit. Fan thought to himself that such a thing was really rare.
"Okay, you have the final say. Wherever he is, take me there immediately!"
Fan helped Pricia onto his horse and galloped in the direction where Alphonse was going.
Priscilla had barely maintained a half-conscious consciousness. Her gaze, following the galloping horse, did not miss any corner that came into view, eagerly searching for the injured young man.
Alphonse's blood dripped on the snow, sometimes trailing, sometimes mottled, extending to the end of the road, before the cliff. It's a pity that Alphonse has not been found yet.
What shocked Pricia even more was the large pool of fresh blood in front of the cliff.
"Alphonse! Alphonse! Where are you?" Pricia covered her wound and called his name everywhere, hoping to hear his response.
"Idiot - you have to answer me at least! At least let me know that you are still alive!" The girl's hoarse shout echoed throughout the sea of trees, mourning for a long time until the migratory birds that inhabited the forest took off again. scattered.
Fan found that Pricia was trying to desperately look for her companions, and immediately reached out to grab her arms and stop her, "Hey, you are still injured, don't run around!"
But Fan couldn't stop her from crying out loud.
Unfortunately, Alphonse did not respond for a long time. The girl, who had exhausted all her strength from shouting, knelt on the ground in despair, silent, just sobbing softly.
Fan Gong bent down and carefully observed the pool of blood left by the wounded.
Dark brown blood seeped into the melted snow on the ground. The original blood was also slightly strange, probably mixed with two completely different colors.
It seems that there are more than some people's blood in this weird blood. There should be another kind of biological blood, and it is likely to belong to the monster.
He shifted his eyes to the cliff, and the mottled blood stretched to the edge to disappear. Now, Fan can basically guess it.
"Priecia, the boy you said ... should have been fighting with the monster and suffered a bad injury. It is estimated that ... he has fallen under the cliff ... It is a pity, his chances of surviving Not big."
In the arms of Policia, crying is more than crying.
Presumably, she also found this fact early, but she didn't want to admit it inside. Fan Neng thought so, and at the same time felt sorry for that unfortunate teenager.
"Fan Luntie's ancient language has a cloud:" Lucky people have the blessing of God. " We can only pray that he has a heavenly phase. You take care of your injuries first, and when he treats him day, we will find the trace of this teenager again. "
Priecia's always fluctuated with a slight calmness, nodded slightly, and then fainted in his arms.
In the Kingdom of Fan Lunnano, the alchemy was one or two years -when the two met, met each other, risked together, and until the year of separation, Elfans was eighteen years old and Priecia was nineteen years old.
