The flames reignite. The city erupted in a tragic crimson.
Is it fire? Or blood? There is no way to know. The only thing that Fan knew clearly was that his blood had been washed by the emblem and blended into the fire, triggering a "miracle" that reversed the situation of the war.
The fire burned the night sky white.
I wonder if anyone is still alive to witness such a "miracle" caused by the man in "Asura Flame Hell" at this time...
A bloody shadow in the distance thought so.
"Hmph..." The blood shadow showed a sly smile, "That's fine, my knights, you have completed your mission well, rest in peace!"
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"Are you awake?"
Filsa, who had just woken up and regained consciousness, sat blankly on the bed, his pupils wide open, and turned to stare at Shirley: "Did you sneak up on me from behind?"
She angrily retorted: "Do you know what stupid thing you were trying to do?"
Filza growled: "How many days have I slept?"
Shirley shouted with all her strength and resistance: "Two days!"
"where are they?"
"I have no idea."
He got up and looked at the scenery outside the window, and found that he had left Danyin and arrived in a small village.
"Is this far from Danyin?"
"This is a small village west of Danyin. The distance is estimated to be two or three kilometers. The two locations are separated by a small hill."
Although it was not very far away, thinking back to the time when Shirley had blessed herself with the "Wind Dance", it still took a lot of effort to carry her companions here.
The auxiliary magic of the wind system can speed up the walking speed of the blessed person, but it cannot reduce the weight of the heavy object held by the blessed person.
Philza kept asking himself, why did he feel so uneasy? It's been two days, how come there's no news from them?
At least you should send a messenger to tell yourself what the battle situation was like that day, right?
An inexplicable sense of foreboding surged into my heart.
"I want to go back."
Without thinking much, Filsa decided to return immediately.
Shirley knew that she could not stop her out-of-control companion at this time.
So he picked up the belt that was equipped with various hidden weapons and knives from the table, quickly buckled it, and followed Philsa's footsteps out.
They headed east and returned along the only road. Along the way, Philsa ran ahead without looking back, silent.
His injury has not yet healed, and his body is still not as full of energy as it was some time ago.
He was out of breath when he was halfway through the run, but he had no intention of stopping there.
Shirley silently added wind dance steps behind her companion.
After rushing for a while, Dan Yin still could not be seen ahead. It was already very close, and Firsa sensed that the enemy's demonic aura had long since disappeared.
But...even the breath of a living person was gone...This sign made Filsa take a breath.
Shirley also noticed that Filsa's face was almost pale with fright. She knew something was wrong and was afraid of the facts she was about to face...
Danyin was originally a mini city, but it was also full of vitality... Therefore, it would not be reduced to the miserable scene in front of us...
This was simply a ruin that had experienced a ferocious fire. In just two days, the breath of all living people disappeared, the smoke was extinguished, and it became deathly quiet. It was as if centuries had passed since the fire.
With his heart pounding, Filsa stepped unsteadily into the entrance that used to be the west gate of the city - now only two low broken walls remained.
On a place that used to be a broad street, he found the remaining traces of the army's battle - piles of broken stone pillars with only their roots left, a small amount of ashes that were blown up by the wind brought by visitors, and faces that were difficult to identify on the ground. The long-charred corpse.
It seems that Obsidian's troops suffered heavy losses in this battle.
They also found a huge blood mark on the ground. The blood had been dried off long ago, but it was very clear. It looked like someone's emblem.
"Vantitalen..." Firsa's lips trembled, and he gritted his teeth and spit out the name of the owner of the emblem.
It was simply an infinite massacre using flames as a tool of torture, and it was extremely cruel.
Filsa looked to the ground, looking for any trace of someone, but praying in his heart that no trace of anyone would be found.
Shirley felt the same way. If Firza hadn't been stopped, I'm afraid...
There is not a female corpse to be found here.
Filsa was temporarily relieved. Olina is the only woman in the Obsidian Knights. No trace of her can be found here, indicating that she is probably still alive. If she can be found, Lampard's condition will also be known.
"She shouldn't have gone very far...if she was seriously injured." Filsa started running towards the east with a glimmer of hope for the living.
He passed by the former Knights Guild. The large wooden door had been burned to the ground, and its dome had been blown away by the flames.
He ignored these. What he had to do now was to look for traces of life instead of stopping and lamenting the fate of the originally magnificent building.
"Filsa."
Shirley suddenly stopped her running companion.
"how?"
"Keep the change, please……"
Filsa turned around and saw Shirley standing not far behind him, too scared to move. She was hit by something and half covered her mouth. Her eyes, which showed extreme fear, stared at the inside of the guild.
He had already guessed something, so he ran back, moved his reluctant eyes, passed through the unobstructed entrance of the guild, and saw the miserable situation inside.
Leaning against the front desk, which survived the flames, the male corpse and the female corpse were tightly hugged together. Their faces were unrecognizable, and no one dared to look directly at them.
Shirley was stunned, and Philsa, his heart was about to jump out of his chest. In order to deny some of his inner thoughts, he stepped forward to confirm the identity of the corpse.
The sun shines through the glassless windows and onto the two dead bodies. Even so, it was impossible to distinguish the blurry appearance.
He walked closer and found that two red lights flashed out from the two dead bodies that were burnt black and lusterless. They were located on the hands of the two dead men and on the tightly overlapping ring fingers of their left hands.
"Ruby ring..."
The dazzling and everlasting light can almost burn the eyes.
Those two points of red light are emitted by the ruby reflecting sunlight.
At some point, the rings that were originally on their middle fingers were moved to their ring fingers.
The originally inanimate object remains intact, but life is lost.
At this time, the identity of the deceased has been fully confirmed.
Lampard and Olina died in the battle against Vantaylan. Their departure was tragic, but their sacrifices were still glorious.
Facing the cruel facts, Filsa collapsed and sat on his knees on the ground.
All members of the Obsidian Knights were severely damaged by the powerful Fire Emblem magic, and most of them died.
Maybe... Olina and Lampard, although they suffered a fatal blow at that time, they still had one breath left.
So after hiding from the enemy's eyes and ears, or after the enemy left, he fled to the guild to rest.
Maybe... they both knew that they didn't have many seconds left.
While they were still alive, they completed a simple wedding like this. They put rings on each other's ring fingers, and held hands tightly like this, never leaving until the last second.
Maybe……
But this is just a beautiful fantasy. No one knows whether the groom or the bride is still alive when the "wedding" ceremony is held.
Have both parties heard the oaths sworn to each other?
Or maybe, before the two of them completed the ceremony...
The only thing that is certain is that the two of them probably hugged each other tightly until they died, sharing the breath of life with each other and praying to live together...
Shirley was already crying, silently hugging Filsa's back. He held back tears and silently recited simple words of rest for his fallen friends.
Chris had learned the church's sabbath from the academy, but Philsa had never read it. He never believed in God, nor did he believe in heaven and hell.
But this time, he believed that there is nothing if you believe it or not, so at this time he would rather believe that there is heaven, such a beautiful destination for the victims.
"Bless the two of you to be together forever in heaven, forever."
Afterwards, he murmured to his companions behind him and reminded him: "Shirley, remember the name of the enemy who killed our friend - Fanti Tailan!"
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For several days, Philsa remained silent. Apart from the huge blow caused by his friend's sacrifice, Shirley guessed that he was probably still angry with himself, but he thought very stubbornly. If he had fought in the first place, it would definitely not have ended like this.
What a naive idea! If he died in the hands of the enemy like this, then where should he go?
Pursuing an enemy? revenge? Can successful revenge awaken the dead companions that are cherished by oneself?
But she didn't dare to say this to her companion, after all, he was in enough pain.
On this day, he went out alone without saying a word.
Filsa plans to visit the Knights Guild before leaving, and maybe he will find some clues about Obsidian, or his enemy Fan Ti Tai Lun.
At the door, he happened to meet the messenger sent by the Blade Knights.
It was a middle-aged man in his fifties with long gray hair.
"Are you Filsa Danlitel?"
He nodded, marveling at the fact that the messenger knew his name.
"Maybe you don't recognize me, but I have met you. There have been a lot of big things lately, so you have to be careful."
Firsa contacted him again and expressed his gratitude to his colleagues for their concern.
The man looked east and asked, "Do you know what happened to Danyin?"
Firsa briefly summarized what happened, because he felt very guilty about the death of his friends and could not rescue them in time. He also added this feeling to the narrative.
"If I had also..."
"Mr. Filsa, you don't need to blame yourself..." The elderly messenger spoke very directly, probably because he was older than Firsa. There was a certain weight in his words, "If the injured goes to fight, Your companions will be distracted by protecting the wounded, and there will be another burden on the battlefield. The battle situation will only become more serious, and it will not become easier because of your presence."
The old messenger seemed to have been a knight in the past, and what he said seemed to be recreating his own past experiences, which was very emotional. Filsa was dissatisfied, but was speechless.
"The result will be that there will be one more corpse in the ruins and one more person crying."
Every word he said hit Filsa's heart hard, especially the last sentence. He suddenly thought of something, and the worried expression of his companion Shirley appeared in his heart.
He never noticed this, he just took it for granted. Looking back now, I feel a little more touched inside.
The messenger saw that his face became a little gloomy, but upon closer inspection, he felt that he seemed much calmer and more at ease.
"Thank you very much for the reminder. I roughly understand what you mean. By the way, what's your name? I'll say hello next time we meet." Filsa's expression returned to its original appearance and he asked politely.
"My name is Edmund."
"I remember. I'm going to pack my bags and leave here with my companions soon. See you later."
After saying goodbye, Filsa had some vague impressions of this name. He didn’t know where he had heard it before...
However, it shouldn't be the name of an acquaintance. He decided to put aside these trivial matters and just wanted to go back to the hotel, meet up with Shirley, and hope to set off immediately.
After returning to the bedroom, he found his companion sitting on the bed, asleep without even taking off his coat or covering him with the quilt.
In order to take care of herself these days, she has not had a good rest.
It wasn't until dusk that Shirley woke up slowly. She rubbed her eyes and found that her body was warm. It turned out that someone had tucked her into bed while she was sleeping. Filsa was not in the bedroom at this time.
She slept soundly and even had a dream.
She dreamed that she and Filsa attended the wedding of Lampard and Olina. The scene was very grand, and all members of Silver Wings and Obsidian attended the wedding banquet.
Captain Font also took the time to come and congratulate. Marquis Alex also met with Firsa again and continued to talk about the history of the Principality of Valentino.
There is such a profound scene in the dream - the hero and heroine of the wedding kiss passionately and put rings on each other.
As she thought about it, Shirley's nose felt sore and she couldn't help but sob softly.
How wonderful it would be if this were real...
At this time, Filsa walked into the bedroom carrying a plate of food and happened to meet his crying companion.
She quickly wiped away her tears with the corner of her clothes. As soon as she smelled the fragrant food, her stomach growled unsatisfactorily. The return of her companions eased Shirley's mood.
Seeing this, Filsa suppressed a smile and brought two hot set meals to the bedside table.
Shirley's eyes lit up - it was her favorite braised noodles with tomato and meat sauce, paired with a plate of post-dinner vegetable salad, and a glass of sweet milk that instantly energized people. It was such a simple and delicious dinner!
I didn’t expect that in this small village there would be a chef who knows how to cook the city’s main meals. What a surprise!
The dinner brought by her companion made the girl temporarily forget the heartache of losing her friend.
Filsa would not tell her that when he went downstairs an hour ago, he happened to encounter the hotel chefs in front of a pile of new ingredients. They only knew how to make fried noodles and toast.
So after getting permission, Firza cooked the food himself. He smiled confidently. In fact, after being together for so long, the other person still didn't know that he still had a life skill that made women envious.
Shirley looked at her companion's face. Although his injuries were better, his face was still a little pale. He is smiling.
"Who is the patient?" She said to herself slightly dissatisfied.
"Human, everyone is the same when they are hungry, right?"
She knew very well that even though he looked like he was joking, he was still hurt and hesitant inside. She moved her fork.
Use your teeth to gently bite off each noodle. The taste is absolutely incredible and the texture is excellent. The meat sauce is sour and sweet, and the noodles are refreshing. No matter which aspect I want to comment on, it is flawless.
She was savoring and savoring it when she heard her companion whisper beside her: "Let's leave here early tomorrow morning and set off to the Far North Magic Martial Academy to recast the holy sword. Then, we will avenge them."
Both of them knew that the journey this time was very long and the place they were about to cross was also quite dangerous.
But today, Philsa went to the Knights Guild and learned that there are two ways to go to the Far North Magic Martial Academy.
The first one is to go back to West Harbor and take the regular magic cruise ship. However, the latest round of scheduled ships has already departed, and the next round will have to wait until half a month later, so this method will delay a lot of time;
The other way is to start directly from here and walk north to your destination.
If walking, it can be divided into two ways, and the terrain can be roughly divided into two categories. One is from grassland to snowfield, which is safer;
One is the terrain from waterfalls to glaciers, which is very steep, but you can reach your destination as soon as possible.
Filsa is currently injured and should not risk crossing waterfalls and glaciers.
Because the dangers in these two natural environments are the most unpredictable.
After the meal, the two discussed in detail and decided to walk across the grasslands and snowfields to reach their destination in the most practical and safe way.
"Don't worry, I will be with you across the Bliza Snowfield and arrive at the academy!" Shirley gave Filsa a firm answer.
"good."
"Let's make a promise first, don't do that again! Whenever you encounter a dangerous situation, you will save your own life regardless of your own safety! I don't know how worried you made me last time!"
Last time, Philza sent Shirley away through the magic teleportation point, and he fought the enemy alone.
"I'm sorry...that's all I had in mind at the time..."
"Now that I also have a crest, I won't burden you anymore. So please trust me and leave your back to me."
"Emblem..."
When Filsa heard Shirley mention the emblem, her heart was not settled. Instead, she felt a little uneasy.
Pricia left Alphonse due to the awakening of the Kamikaze Emblem, and she herself became a completely different person.
"Shirley..." After a moment of silence, Filsa mustered up the courage to say to her companion, "There is one thing I want to confirm."
"What? You suddenly became so serious..."
"Can I see your crest?"
Shirley was startled, "Ah!? What are you talking about..."
"how?"
She shyly pointed to the upper part of her right breast, looking away, not making contact with the other person.
Filsa's face heated up and he immediately apologized: "I'm sorry! I didn't know your emblem was in this position..."
After calming down and thinking about it, Pricia's emblem seems to be also located slightly above the right chest. From this, it is not difficult to guess that Pricia's divine wind emblem has awakened in Shirley's body. This made him even more uneasy.
Seeing Firsa's anxious and uneasy expression, it is probably related to his emblem, or maybe it is the memory of Alphonse during the Kingdom. In short, things seem a bit complicated.
So, Shirley took a deep breath, her cheeks reddening slightly as she thought about what she was going to do next.
She took off her coat halfway and started to unbutton her shirt. She reluctantly and vaguely agreed: "Actually, I'm not saying I can't do it if I show you..."
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Attachment: Philsa’s journey diary - page 15
The Demon Lord took off his mask and revealed a face exactly like my father's.
Is he my father? No, I absolutely do not admit this.
Had dinner with Obsidian friends the day before;
The next day, they both passed away... The most heartbreaking thing was their wedding. At the risk of my life and reputation, this revenge must be avenged.
(turn page)
The Ice Flame Sword has been destroyed, its magic core has disappeared, it no longer exists, and it cannot be reborn.
However, Teacher Shengze Feisi urged me to rush back to the academy to recast the holy sword. Does he seem to know something?
I must remind myself here that the scene in the dream - Pricia dancing in the lake on a moonlit night is so beautiful!
