Ye Hua slowly looked at the stars falling from the wind and snow. The silver brilliance was as bright as a flower, and it fell layer by layer. He stretched out his hand and gently pressed the leather finger cot on the long arrow tail feathers.
In the flowing wind, the snowflakes are just like a fine layer of powder, floating with soft feathers. But the other hand, covered with a layer of frost-covered metal gloves, stretched out from behind and held down his hand.
Ye Hua stopped and turned around.
Two lights were passing through the snowy wind, outlining the tall structure behind them, reflecting the flying snow foam, and shining directly into the vast darkness ahead. Ye Hua looked at Xing Xing's face covered with wind and snow, and the latter's firm eyes were falling on him, and he shook his head gently at him.
"It's not yet time, Ye Hua."
"Xing, let go."
"Ye Hua, believe me, I haven't been carried away by revenge yet."
The wind howled.
Fang Plover felt that he was falling and sinking into a groggy darkness, but he knew that it was the wind and snow that blocked the sun and everything.
Her Royal Highness, the three giant heads incarnated by Descartes, and the girl in black all disappeared at this moment. He only saw a piece of snow mist, and the biting cold wind. After the chaos, a huge shadow floated past - it was a tentacle.
But soon, the tentacles disappeared——
The silver flame in his eyes was gradually dimming, as if it had lost its power. He thought, has Her Royal Highness succeeded? But there is no change in the surrounding scenery, or is it a failure?
Fang Yu took a gentle breath and looked at the white mist he exhaled, which was blown to pieces by the wind in an instant.
He tried his best, and perhaps Her Royal Highness the Princess also tried her best. He suddenly felt a little tired, but that tiredness did not come from the body, but from the world of the mind.
What else could he do?
Fang Yu thought of his Miss Dragon Soul.
"Miss Tata, do we still have a chance?" He called in his heart.
But the goblin didn't answer, but for a moment, she suddenly looked in one direction.
Behind the snowy wind there, another ray of silver light suddenly broke through the rolling snowflakes and caught Fang Plover's eyes.
He turned around subconsciously.
He saw a dragon, a silver dragon, spreading its wings and flying towards him.
He almost thought he saw Anrothe, but it was actually Dragon Queen Margaret; the huge dragon-shaped structure was spreading its wings and swooping in this direction, and then gently caught him with its flat and broad back. .
A roaring voice came from this cold metal machine, "Hold on, little guy."
"Ms. Margaret?"
"I would rather you call me Alessa," the voice replied in a roar. The Dragon Queen raised her head and looked above the clouds with her crystal eyes: "I will take you up, but can you still think of a way to deal with Descartes?" ?”
Fang Yu was a little silent.
But the next moment, there seemed to be a throbbing in his heart.
Incredulously, he gently placed his hand on his chest, where an extremely bright brilliance suddenly pierced the snowy wind. The cyan radiance is like a dream.
He seemed to hear a voice:
"Kid, help me."
That voice sounded like Afifah's.
But he blinked slightly and suddenly felt a little surprised.
…
A ray of sunshine broke through the heavy dark clouds.
Outside Kashan Palace, the city seemed to be boiling all of a sudden, and the noisy sound even spread across the palm grove and into the hall. Aleph, who was frowning, straightened up involuntarily and looked in that direction.
The palace door was pushed open with a bang, and an excited Secher walked in from the outside. He raised his head and looked at the future Crown Prince. The old man opened his mouth, but immediately he Unable to speak.
He paused for a moment, took a breath, and then said:
"They're back!"
What caught the eyes of the exhausted guards on the palace wall was the slow silver torrent, silver armor, brown robes, forest-like halberds, and the sunlight shining brightly on the ax blade.
The knights appeared on the other side of the inner city, crossing the opening of the tower that the sand bandits had opened before. They seemed to be standing on the skyline there, forming a thin silver line on the top of the outer city.
And a tall figure appeared beside the knights.
Elna held onto her tattered structure and stood up from the ground. She wiped her goggles hard to confirm that she had not seen it wrong. But suddenly, she opened her mouth.
It's them who are back.
Lavalli on the side was already in tears. When the scimitar in her hand fell on the city wall, she bit her lip, turned back, and wiped the corners of her eyes hard with the back of her hand.
The tall Count Nurman was turning back and looking at the knights beside him. He was a little silent. In front of him was the messy Questak, the crumbling Kashan Palace, and his daughter whose life or death was uncertain.
It's the evil force that's gestating in the sky, the dark god that's being born, the monsters flying in the sky, and the twisted creatures on the ground like the sea and the tide.
But he just kept silent and pulled down his mask, pulled out the scimitar from the sheath, and pointed forward.
He was silent, but seemed to be telling the words in his heart——
'Go, my children. I ask you to save my daughter as your own. '
'Go, young men, I charge you to save the son of the king as you save the son of the Istani. '
'Go and save everyone here today, or die fighting on this land, while we rest our heads on the blade, just like sleeping. '
'The Istani fought for honor once, and they do so today. '
Just as the psalm describes, it was the same in the great wars of the past.
The knights moved in rows, and the spears they were holding flat were like mercury pouring down from the gap in the ruins of the tower and from the edge of people's vision.
Above the dark ocean composed of twisted creatures, the Istanian flag advanced slowly.
Everyone saw it.
"Your Majesty is back!"
I don't know who yelled the first time, and the cheers that followed one after another resounded through the sky.
"His Majesty is back!"
The distant sound reached into the inner courtyard.
Deran listened to the voice and turned around. The girl beside him was leaning weakly on the huge chair, her head tilted, her eyelids lowered, and her thick eyelashes motionless.
Her skin was as pale as snowflakes, which could be broken by a blow, and as quiet as a dream, falling into a deep sleep that no one could wake up. The huge chair looked like a throne, with a pure and flawless princess sleeping on it.
Until the sound of gentle footsteps seemed to separate the crowd.
There were voices of discussion among the ministers, but these voices fell down one by one.
Wearing a cloak stained with blood, Babartan walked to the courtyard. He looked at the girl sleeping peacefully, with a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
He stopped slightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing his daughter, took off his cloak and handed it to the waiter on the side. And his little daughter was standing aside, holding a wooden statue of her mother in her hand, blinking her eyes, looking strangely at the sleeping girl in front of her.
She had some dissatisfaction and jealousy in her heart, towards this girl named by her father and with the same name as herself.
But she clearly knew that her name only came from the queen mother whose memory was somewhat blurry.
Looking at that quiet face, the little princess suddenly felt a strange feeling in her heart. The tip of her nose felt a little sore, and her eyes seemed to be covered with mist.
After all, that is the face of her mother——
The memories of the past seemed to flow quietly into her heart.
Babartan gently came to the girl's side and placed his hand on her snow-like forehead. His gentle movements were like stroking his daughter's face.
He didn't speak, but a voice came from behind him.
"Father," Aleph also walked out from behind the crowd with Seychel, "Mr. Delan has already told me, but Miss Afifah herself is not part of this mistake, and she does not have to do it for anyone. And sacrifice yourself——"
"We are the ones who are really responsible for this." He paused and was speechless for a moment. "I still remember that you taught me since I was a child to protect my brothers and sisters. Besides, I am also Ishtar. Nian people have the obligation to protect this land."
"So, I am also your son, please allow me to replace Miss Afifa..."
But Babartan did not interrupt the other party as he did in the past. Instead, he looked at his eldest son. After the other party finished speaking, he shook his head: "Aleph, you are the future king of this land. Do you know what responsibilities a king should fulfill?"
Aleph also rarely retorted: "But..."
"Aleph," the King of Sand softened his tone: "Delan didn't tell you that not every member of the Penelope royal family holds the key -"
"Rupert's mother has already arranged all this," Babartan turned around and replied calmly: "Go back, Aleph, and leave this place to me."
Aleph couldn't help but look at Delan, but Delan only looked at him silently. There was an unspeakable look in the eyes of the prince, but in the end he could only sigh, turned around, and walked out of the crowd.
Babartan silently watched everyone walk out of the courtyard.
Finally, his eyes fell on his little daughter, he knelt down and gently stroked the braid on the back of her head: "Afifah, you can go too..."
"Father..." The little princess looked at him uneasily. Although she was willful and still simple, she heard something from the conversation between her father and her brother.
She always felt that she might lose something forever after she left, and looking at the motionless girl sleeping on the bench, she couldn't help but cry a little in her voice: "Are you, are you going to leave me and me?" Sister...?"
The King of Sand asked warmly: "Why do you think so, my daughter?"
But the little princess was in tears and speechless.
The king looked at his little daughter and suddenly understood something. He sighed softly and couldn't help but blink his eyes.
He gently wiped away the tears on his daughter's cheeks with his hand, and replied with rare tenderness: "I'm sorry, Afifah, I didn't take good care of your mother ten years ago."
"I'm sorry, I failed to fulfill my responsibilities as a father and husband."
"But in the past ten years, all this must eventually come to an end," he said with tears in his eyes: "This is the agreement between me and your mother, and it is the last blessing she left for you -"
He gently patted his little daughter's shoulder, then stood up, "Father--" Afifah cried from behind.
But two knights had already walked up and 'gently' invited the little princess out. Babartan turned around and looked at Delan, the only one left in the courtyard.
"Your Majesty." Delan looked at him, a hint of unbearable light flashed in his eyes, and he opened his mouth slightly.
"She chose you to be a knight, which proves her vision," Babartan said: "You have always been loyal to your duty, and you have never wavered for ten years."
"Delan, I am ashamed of the Aymoiben family, and I am ashamed of you and your brother, but after today, Aleph will definitely give you everything you deserve -"
He stretched his hand to his chest, took out a shining gem from there, and placed it in front of Delan. The dazzling light on the gem reflected deep in the eyes of the two people.
That light is as green as a dream.
"This is the agreement she and I made, Delan."
"you know."
"That fragment actually has more than one owner."
…
"Miss Afifah, she...?"
Fang Yu was listening to the voice in his heart unexpectedly.
It was an extremely gentle voice, but between the soft words, you could hear a hint of rationality and confidence, "My child, that little girl is extremely weak. She is burning her will to help us, otherwise you might not even be able to listen. To my voice..."
"We don't have much time. Son, you want to save Afifah, right?"
Fang Yu's heart sank slightly, and he looked at the lingering wind and snow, and a tentacle pressing down from above. The dragon queen carried him sideways and crossed with the tentacles.
He couldn't help but ask: "But Her Royal Highness, she...?"
"What Xing told you is right, child... It's just Rupert who can't kill Descartes' incarnation——"
"Is there any difference between these?"
The voice calmed down and suddenly said softly:
"Child, you should have learned from Rupert everything that happened ten years ago... After that attack, Babartan put my soul into a gem-"
"And that gem is naturally the Emerald Star... That was the agreement he and I made together. We almost tried every means to try to find out from these fragments how the elves of Numerin could forge the Glory of the Blue. …”
"But I failed... The world I found hidden behind the emerald light was not actually the door to the legendary third world..."
"Child, you must have guessed all this, right?"
Fang Plover nodded slightly.
Ever since Ye Hua told him the truth, he already knew the answer - the real reason why the blind followers attacked Her Royal Highness's biological mother ten years ago.
From the light hidden by the gem, the princess found the way to 'that world'. And 'that world' is exactly what the blind followers have been searching for for hundreds of years - the world after Descartes's long sleep.
The Emerald Star, a fragment from the greenery of the Bane Star, contains the source of dark power. The cultists want to rely on it to find the dark saints who were lost after the war.
Princess Rupert's biological mother, on the other hand, accidentally discovered Descartes' tomb in the empty and dead world on the way to seek the glory of the blue.
A premeditated attack came silently, but the princess died, but under Delan's desperate protection, the Emerald Star was left at the scene.
This is where it all began.
The soft voice suddenly asked again: "Child, your name is Ed, right? Ed, have you ever heard of the ancient prophecy on this sea of sand?"
Fang Yu suddenly thought of the legend of Dragon Country. "Is it about the dark dragon?"
His hands were holding Margaret's back tightly, while the Dragon Queen was pulling up from low altitude, passing through the heavy tentacles, and rushing out of the wind and snow.
"It's the same one. The old enemy will definitely return...but that legend is far more than just the part that is spread among the Oath Keepers..."
"...The prophecy said that one day the evil star will return to Aitaria, and the god of blind followers - Descartes will also return to this land. When that day comes, the vengeful The tyrant will take everything from the Istanians."
Fang Yu couldn't help but think of the present moment.
The star of disaster is approaching, and will Descartes finally return from the darkness, as described in this ancient prophecy?
And the voice continued: "Ed, Babartan sealed my soul into that fragment, and took this as an opportunity to summon the blind followers and create a girl from them—— "
"Do you understand the reason for all this?"
Fang Yu was suddenly stunned.
"This is……"
"This is exactly what Barbartan and I are pursuing, Mr. Ed... because there is no prophecy that can determine the fate of the Istanians..."
"This ancient king in the desert will definitely pursue his future and distance..."
"Istanians never learn to give up."
The blind followers are looking for the Emerald Star.
Simply because it contains the secret of the resurrection of their god, the evil god Descart. But do they really know why Babartan sealed his wife's soul in this crystal?
This fragment was supposed to have only one owner.
But now in this spiritual world, the mark of a second soul has been left.
He couldn't help but recall the previous question again: Does Babartan, the King of Sand, really know all this? Know all the secrets behind this world?
At that time Ye Hua nodded.
So now, of course, there is only one answer left.
That mark may be destined to change something.
"So, what should we do now?"
"Little guy," the Dragon Queen was making a low roaring voice, "Hold on tight."
Fang Plover raised his head and looked at the dense clouds in the sky. The voice in the heart paused for a moment, and then spoke again:
"To find a way to break Descartes' incarnation——"
"Under normal circumstances, Descartes holds the power of the world, and no one can be his opponent."
"But this time, I will help you. That little girl has reached her limit. I will give you half the power of the world at the critical moment. You must seize that moment."
"Child, do you understand?"
Fang Yu didn't answer, but a light of determination flashed through his dark eyes.
He gently placed his hand on Margaret's back.
…
Miaoshuwu
