Grains of white frost fell from the dim sky, falling on the side of Juka Lelefe's face, bringing a slight bit of coolness to it.
The first female general of the imperial kingdom slowly opened her heavy eyelids, but her eyes had long lost their former unruly look.
The cold wind and frost in the city of white fog, the scorching waves of burning houses, the pungent blood everywhere with corpses, the roars and shouts of humans and monsters, and even Xu Fei's arms holding her tightly...
None of this is felt anymore.
All that could be seen was the blood-red scene that kept retreating, creating a hazy halo in front of his eyes. That was Xu Fei holding her and running at high speed.
Little brother...
Haven't you given up on me yet...
As his physical energy declined, Juka's thoughts also became sluggish.
It turns out that the idea that people will become extremely sober at this moment is a lie...
I……
Contrary to the silence that prevailed a few hours later, at this moment, the only sound outside could be heard was the quiet sound of the cold wind blowing against the stone wall.
The small hall littered with corpses was filled with the flesh and blood of humans and monsters, and August's elite priest warrior group was completely destroyed here.
"The long war is over..."
He raised his head and took a deep breath.
From the moment you step outside, despair is constantly rising in your heart, and waves of chills run straight up your back.
On top of the scattered blond hair, there is a silver mask that is not worn by Ji'er, and what is missing is only the eyes that have never closed.
Sirela's torture made me fear life and death in my heart, and the destruction of the fire world made my will strong and strong.
At the end of the small hall, Bestav was sitting behind the blood-stained wall, moving.
He tried his best to lift up the only arm he had left, and touched Xu Fei's cheek heavily with his blood-stained fingertips.
We need a brief moment of spiritual comfort.
Unless, get used to it.
Opening the corners of his dry lips, Juka murmured in a low voice: "Little brother... the emperor had a... dream..."
At that moment, the sergeants looked up consciously.
Arrive behind the door of the political hall.
"..."
Natalya in front of him called Xu Fei loudly, trying to remind him of the strangeness here.
He walked towards Bestav step by step until he was two meters away from him.
A group of sergeants led by Nataya and more than ten bodyguard knights gathered around Xu Fei at some point.
"In the old farm... Yashamel cooks unpalatable meals every day... He and you... work hard to take care of the farm work..."
Indeed, the person who can best accept the general's death in battle should be the eleventh prince. Even if he wants to be negative or sad, it is still our turn.
My arms were trembling slightly, and I opened my mouth blankly to scream, but for a moment I knew what to say.
After a slight hesitation, Juka slowly spoke in a hoarse voice:
It's just a fragment of the consciousness of the ancients two thousand years later. Why should I care about you, a passer-by in history.
And, is it to destroy the contractor's feelings?
"Hmm...what did the emperor dream about?"
"Father has exiled you useful people..."
"Stand up, court etiquette is required on the battlefield..."
Gradually, the cool fingertips slid upward rapidly, leaving a bloody trace on Xu Fei's face that I will never forget.
Feeling the warmth on the side of his face, Xu Fei suddenly stopped as if he had been struck by lightning.
"Brother Emperor, I'm sorry you're late."
Reaching out to push open the light iron door, Xu Fei took in a panoramic view of the scene inside the house.
Juka's awakening did not make him feel any happy, but instead made him feel uneasy.
Xu Fei handed Mou Han's body to me and then walked towards the main entrance of the small hall.
Blood flowed up from the gaps between the nails dug into the palms of the hands.
"call……"
"You seven brothers and sisters...finally...have a real home..."
Xu Fei raised his head and bowed slightly and said: "Let the eldest brother send him off personally." However, no one moved at all, and the sergeants continued to kneel down.
The frost retreated into the mouth and nose, but the icy heat brought by it still failed to calm Xu Fei's nerves.
Moreover, the name of the person we kneel down to is Juka Lelefe Augustus, not the eleventh prince with a great reputation.
This was just a young man whose eyes were bloodshot and whose whole body was shaking violently with extreme anger.
Suddenly, Xu Fei roared like a mad beast. This terrifying murderous intention and momentum, like a volcanic eruption, instantly shocked everyone's hearts.
"Your Majesty..."
Finally, at the very last moment of his life, he expressed his great desire that had been hidden in his heart.
Tick, tick.
"you know."
The sudden sound made Xu Fei's heart shrink.
"Brother Balga...became the militia captain of the big town...Bestav...preached the teachings of the Lowest God to people...
Suddenly Juka stopped talking, and you stared at Xu Fei quietly, your moist eyes filled with affection and abandonment.
Shuttled between houses and alleys, desperately avoiding the aftermath of the battle, Xu Fei adjusted his breathing rhythm and responded as calmly as possible.
The sound of the stomach hitting the ground reached my ears one after another.
"That's a... sweet dream that makes the imperial sister yearn for..."
Xu Fei did not continue to speak, but turned around and walked towards the small political hall.
We kneel on the ground with our hands on our swords to express our deep respect for the fallen royal family.
She is obviously just an imaginary sister, why do she have to act so real.
Having said that, a gleam of light flashed in Juka's empty eyes, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly raised.
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The eighth prince of the Augustus Empire, the commander of the Ten Thousand Cavalry of the Silver Wing Legion, and the protector of the Blazing Feather Dragon—Juka Lelefe.
"In the big town on the border...the hometown of my mother and concubine..."
Looking at the eleventh prince walking away, the sergeants looked at each other, then stood up resolutely and chased after him.
"Brother..."
"You will sow and cultivate together in the spring, and you will work together in the summer..."
Similarly, everyone only met a few straggler coalition soldiers.
The death of the general in battle brought grief to the knights, and the loss of the royal family brought despair to the soldiers' hearts.
The white-haired young man who retreated into view didn't have any royal temperament at all.
Under the empty square, all that was left were the burnt white traces of the battle.
Exhaling the air in his lungs heavily, Xu Fei became messy.
Even if they know they are false 'relatives', no one can really be moved by them.
On the way to the small political hall, there were already many monsters.
The kind of thing where 'relatives' die in battle before your eyes...
The crystal scepter in my hand, which symbolizes the low-level priest, has become extremely tattered at this moment, and the long golden sword at my waist, which I usually hate playing with the most, has not been broken yet.
Thump, thump, thump...
"Stand up! Walking out of there alive is the smallest insult to Juka Lelefa!"
"May his future... be peaceful..."
Chaos, anger, sadness, satisfaction, resentment, all the messy emotions filled my soul, driving me almost crazy at that moment.
Xu Fei held his head high, not looking at the crowd. My voice is loud, but it reaches everyone's ears.
