Amidst the curtain wall of flickering white light, someone cursed and walked down the steps.
Sirisa Ashfurnace, who walked out of the white light, lost his helmet, his hair was disheveled, his armor was in tatters, his beard was singed, and his face was stained with a cloud of black ash. The dwarf was groping for his neck with his hands and shaking his head, as if to confirm whether there was still a hole there.
He suddenly stopped, raised his head, squinted his small eyes, and looked forward.
There was a makeshift sanctuary, with a holy symbol of the Lady of War—interlaced sword blades and running wolves—hanging on the gray stone wall. Outside the altar, several knights of the goddess were half-kneeling on the ground, with their hands on the wings of their swords, praying devoutly. When they heard the curse, they couldn't help but raise their heads.
There were many similar eyes, and there were many people who were as embarrassed as him sitting in the hall. Everyone became quiet and looked in this direction. The dwarf hesitated for a moment, then picked up the ax and put it on his shoulder. He recognized a few familiar people and whistled:
"Gregor, how's the long-eared one doing?"
The elf crossed his arms and leaned against a marble pillar. He turned back from that direction and looked at him with his emerald eyes.
"I'm asking you a question, you one with long ears."
"Did we win?"
The words echoed in the empty hall.
Someone stood up, with a hint of unknown light in his eyes, and pointed in a direction with his hand.
A long crystal, long enough for someone to hug, is suspended above the pedestal in the center of the hall. The dwarf opened his mouth slightly and looked in that direction. From the multi-faceted crystal structure of the crystal, the changing and flickering pictures were projected, like a ray of light, in the center of the hall——
That was the last time before dawn.
Many people were walking silently through the forest. Some of them carried longbows on their backs, while others carried huge swords. They used their gloves to tear apart the thorns with long thorns, walking through the rugged ground, stepping on the intricate roots and rocks, Sweep away the branches and leaves, raise your head and look ahead, where the intertwined cedar trunks are like a dim dividing line.
Outside the forest, behind the clouds, a ray of light has risen, like a wind and snow that is subsided.
On the other side of the valley, on top of the cliff, many people also came out from the edge of the forest. After they looked in this direction, they seemed to realize something, and grinned involuntarily on their faces. Many people laughed and jumped, waving their hands vigorously——
Zhuo Zhuo Qihua and Yan Xin were also among them, but they seemed a little quiet and just watched this scene silently.
That kind of emotion gradually infected everyone. The people walking out of the forest looked at each other, and a light of relief could not help but rise in their eyes. People turned around and stared at the flag being passed behind them - the silver flag was being passed from one hand to the other, passing through the boundary line between light and dark, and then passed by a pair of small The small hand took it.
Mei held up the flag, turned around, and looked up at Miss Nightingale in front of her.
Alyssa smiled, nodded gently to her, and took the flag with both hands. She turned around and passed the taciturn box and Ai Xiaoxiao. The latter's dark eyes seemed to contain a bright light, and he was watching Alyssa step by step. Passing the edge of the cliff, we gradually walked up to the top of the mountain.
She stopped there and looked up at that person - at this moment, everyone's eyes were on that person. The morning breeze lifted the messy hair on Fang Plover's forehead, and the twinkling stars on his swinging collar - he was looking at Miss Nightingale in his team:
"Captain."
Fang Plover did not answer, but only took the flag with his hand, raised his head, and stared at the pattern hanging on the flag - it was one of the many ideals given by people since the Stargate era. The light may have dimmed, but it has never been extinguished.
Without saying a word, he raised the flag with one hand. The flag waved slightly, allowing everyone to see clearly the pattern on it - the holy white shield, the stars guarding the dawn, seven sharp swords, It symbolizes seven oaths to protect beauty, peace, ideals and never-ending courage, an all-embracing mind, the flame of reason, and finally, justice.
At that moment, the cold wind in the morning was rolling the clouds through the forest on the cliff, and the valley was gradually losing its coat of darkness. Everyone held their breath and stared at the silver flag, as if their faith was ignited. They gently pressed their chests with their hands, and underneath their chests, their hearts were slightly agitated...
There was a silence on the community.
People's eyes are shining with incredible light.
In the group where the number of participants was gradually increasing, everyone became quiet and looked at each other.
Miya blinked, with a smile in her eyes and a little sparkle.
That is--
Flag of Covenant Mountain.
Among the mountains, the Gray Knights were silent.
On the cliff, from behind the forest, more and more flags emerged. One by one, under the sunlight, they gradually connected together, like dots of silver flames.
"They can't possibly have... so many people..." Feimoen said to the adult in a hoarse voice: "That's just a bluff..."
Bader Black Feather silently pressed the hilt of his sword and stared in that direction, but shook his head slightly. "Feimon, we are facing a keen opponent. They did not choose to leave before dawn, which means that they have already planned everything, so there is only one option left for us, and that is to leave-"
"But, my lord."
"Feimon, there are many ways to victory, but there is often only one reason for failure." He turned back, looked at the pale high-ranking knight, and replied: "That is arrogance. Despising the enemy will make you lose. Judgment so as not to see the approaching danger.”
Feimon lowered his head: "Sir, who are we next?"
"Retreat in the direction of the ancient tower and wait for supplies to arrive," Bard Blackfeather replied: "And report this battle truthfully. I need the support of Dragon and Blood Eye."
A glimmer of disbelief flashed in Feimoen's eyes: "Is it worth doing this, sir? It's just to deal with these refugees and let the other two guardians come to support us. This... this will make you become a person in the eyes of others... ...the butt of a joke..."
"I don't care what the laughingstock is, and why should I care about the sneers of fools," Bard Blackfeather silently stared in that direction, "I want Blood Eyes to bring his mercenary group to this place, and let Dragon guard Charter City. The situation in this area is changing, and El Pashin is nothing compared to it.”
Feimoen was silent for a moment, not quite understanding why this momentary defeat made this man, who was always known for his strategy, become so serious.
But perhaps, as the rumors from the outside world say, this gentleman is sometimes a little too cautious. But of course he didn't dare to say anything, so he just asked, "Sir, do you have any other orders?"
The latter seemed a little hesitant for the first time, tapping the hilt of the sword lightly with his finger: "Maybe we should pay some attention to the Gray Tree Ridge area."
"Sir!?" Feimoen asked in surprise. Since they don't have enough troops, how can they divide their forces at this time? Besides, what's so noteworthy about Gray Tree Ridge? It has nothing to do with this war at all, right?
But Bud Black Feather glanced at him silently:
"I hope I'm overthinking it, but I still have to carry out this order."
"I believe in myself..."
"……intuition."
Looking at the receding gray flags and black and white jerseys, they were as densely packed as ants, and like the tide, they were gradually disappearing from the valley.
When the wailing horns resounded throughout the valley, many people seemed to relax their tense nerves and couldn't help but hug each other and cheer.
we won--
Tian Lan grabbed Jita's hand and couldn't help but laugh and scream, causing the naturalist lady to panic and even dropped the magic book on the ground. She suddenly laughed, picked up the latter, and spun him around, "Fuli, Fuli," Kitta shouted with a blushing face, "let me down quickly."
Only then did Tian Lan put down Miss Naturalist, whose hair was disheveled. The latter gritted her teeth and glared at him angrily.
But Tianlan didn't care. She turned back panting, and suddenly, a figure came into her eyes. The girl couldn't help being slightly startled, and an inexplicable emotion arose in her heart - she silently looked at the young man standing on the edge of the cliff holding a staff. The latter said nothing and was watching the retreating army of Gray Knights.
She couldn't help but think of the scene on the battlefield.
The man who holds a staff, is silent, and commands thousands of troops.
Perhaps that is what the other party has been trying to prove, to her, to his parents, and to everyone he cares about.
The girl didn't know what kind of emotion it was in her heart. Maybe it was mixed with a little vague goodwill, the experience of sharing the joys and sorrows along the way, some anger, and a slight jealousy, but it was not so passionate or lingering, just flowing. A thin trickle, just like every day.
Just put it into your heart moment by moment, and over time, it gradually formed a habit. All those memories turned into the bunch of holly branches and the gorgeous fireworks. She stared at the shadow, and there seemed to be a hint of insight in her heart.
Although he didn't say it, it was self-evident. A slight blush could not help but stain her cheeks.
Luo Yu turned around and looked at Miss Poet who looked at him coyly with some surprise, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. But Tianlan glanced at him and turned away gloomily.
The light was rising on Alyssa's face. She turned around and looked at the young man standing on the top of the rock, and couldn't help but grin.
She smiled and said, "Well done, Master."
Fang Yu shook his head.
He stared at the fluttering flag, and he was thinking about Covenant Mountain, his teacher R, and Miss Miya. He actually walked on the same path as them. Is this a kind of chance? What about coincidence?
And is the road ahead for the redeemed really a smooth road? It may be a road dormant under thorns, and it may not even lead to the final victory. Does the dream of Covenant Mountain really reflect the reality at this moment? He has not experienced that mighty struggle, but what confidence does he have to surpass his predecessors?
Perhaps the only thing he can do is to continue walking. He made this decision unintentionally, but found the path he wanted to take from the decision.
Perhaps, this is just a coincidence.
"Well done, Miss Alisa."
He then replied.
Miss Nightingale narrowed her eyes and smiled softly.
Behind the two of them, Mei was looking up at everyone here. She gently put her little hand on her chest, feeling her pounding heartbeat. The instructor once asked her what she was pursuing, but at this moment, she seemed to feel that emotion.
What is justice.
Perhaps this is the justice she is looking for.
She never thought that it would be so wonderful to be given courage, to fight side by side with like-minded people, and to become a barrier for others.
The Papalar man took off the kettle from his waist, unscrewed the lid, lifted it up, and shouted to the two people in front of him:
"Brothers, let's drink a toast."
"cheers."
Luo Hao also raised the water bottle, but Xiang only hesitated for a moment before taking out his own small water bottle.
Two kettles and water bottles touched each other lightly.
Let's celebrate the victory.
On the community, similar words are like flooding the screen.
Everyone felt relieved, as if they had experienced a hearty baptism mentally.
They witnessed a great drama together, from impossible to possible, and witnessed the real process of the weak defeating the strong. In just a dozen hours, everything happened like a miracle.
Although people knew in their hearts that the Crow's Claw Temple had only retreated temporarily and would come back at any time, but now that a miracle had happened, who knew if it would come again?
What's more, what people saw was not only miracles, but also the silent words that many people united to shape - that flag, they had seen it before, but it had long since disappeared. Now, together with the spirit it represents, it has returned to this land.
Covenant Mountain.
It was a testimony of an era.
Silent emotions reverberated in everyone's heart. Those who sympathized with the weak and had empathy for justice seemed to feel touched deep in their hearts. Wandering Ma sat in front of his screen and was silent for a long time. He hesitantly typed a line of text and then deleted it——
After repeating this several times, he finally figured out the title:
'The memories of our past——'
'Strength is not justice, but justice does not necessarily mean weakness. '
In the group where Miya was, it took a while before someone finally asked:
"What do you think?"
"We have a new companion."
"He's still a little guy."
"Miss Miya, your taste is as good as ever."
"Of course." The girl replied complacently, turned off the communication channel, and snickered.
She turned her head and said in a long voice: "Xiao Bai——"
The young man frowned and looked over.
…
"Excuse me, what's next?"
Blackbo looked a little cautiously at the ship officer in front of him and the thick stack of maps on the table, looking a little reserved.
Few people know the origin of this noble lady, but the defeat of Bader Black Feather, even though it relied on Fang Plover's ability to act alone, made people understand that the opponent is not simple. In this era, there are a few people who have such knowledge and ability, and the formation of troops is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.
At present, the Crow Claw Temple has retreated, but the opponent will come back at any time. He has a sense of urgency in his heart and feels that staying here and waiting for death may not be an option. Although they have won once, the opponent will definitely be more prepared next time.
When the army reaches the border, they can't create miracles again and again, right? Mr. Ed is very powerful, but this time they have tried their best. They cannot defeat the continuous support of the Crow's Claw Temple here again and again.
But he had no idea what to do. He couldn't take the initiative to attack Guta Port or other areas, right? That sounds even more nonsensical, almost like going out to seek death. The difference in strength between the two sides is obvious, but what else can they rely on?
He couldn't help but have a headache for a while.
But Sylvide only smiled and replied: "I have a way, Mr. Gray Whistle... Before this, I had actually discussed this matter with Ed."
The two people in the room looked at her with some surprise——
However, Sylvide seemed a little quiet and said with a smile: "It's just that now, we still need to wait for some information."
Blackbo couldn't help but ask: "Excuse me, what is the information, Miss Sylvide."
But Sylvester didn't answer.
She turned back and looked at Saya beside her: "Miss Saya, actually I remembered something."
Saya was startled.
"I remember you and Ed talked about the Shadow Man."
After Saya was silent for a moment, she remembered that incident and nodded. She did say it, but it was Fang Yu who took the initiative to ask them, but she didn't quite understand why the other party suddenly mentioned this.
She was about to speak, but at this moment, someone opened the door and walked in. That was the ranger who was staying outside. He patted the snow on his body, looked at the people in the room, and then said: "Miss Sylvide, Miss Saya, Mr. Blackbo, an unidentified army was discovered outside the town. The army... they, they seem to claim that they are the knights of Marlan and Mirela..."
Sylvide narrowed her eyes slightly as if she had expected it, smiled, and nodded.
Then she turned back, looked at the two of them and said:
"We have to mobilize the Crow's Claw Temple to make them overwhelmed."
"But it's not enough to rely on us alone, we also need some reinforcements."
She paused for a moment and then said: "Mr. Gray Whistle, I think the number of redeemed people should be more than yours?"
Blackbow was startled for a moment, then nodded. "We actually have a common leader, but that adult is not here, and those like-minded partners are not necessarily near Gray Owl Town. I have brought everyone who can be gathered here. ”
"That's not important."
Sylvide replied: "Next, I need to write a letter, and then go find the real weakness of the Crow's Claw Temple."
"The real weakness of the Temple?"
"I guess they will always have a weakness," Miss Ship Officer smiled mysteriously, "and I believe that after this victory, we are quite close to that answer."
As she spoke, she picked up a letter from the table with her slender hands.
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