Time passed faster in dreams than in reality, Uriel realized. He only woke up for three days, and nearly four years passed in his dream. The war between the Aurenia Empire and Saint Valoran is over, and the signing of the Holly Agreement is imminent. The era of the ancestors is about to usher in the most glorious and tragic finale, the dawn battle with the evil dragon. Next, the mysterious creatures from the Order camp formed the Saint Mirend Alliance.
He didn't know what happened in the past four years, and historical materials had never recorded this place. The apprentice looked at the cloak behind Joey, it seemed like an old time that he could never touch.
He returned to the canyon again, and now its name was Holly. The landscape here is very different from a thousand years ago. There are no slopes nearby, only a wooden bridge that has just broken. On both sides of the canyon are the Silver Song Knights and the forest race of Saint Valoran. Flags are like clouds in the wilderness, and fluorescent lights are flying in front of the forest. If the two sides were not so tense, perhaps the bridge would not collapse so quickly.
Uriel saw Veronka. The protagonist of the Dragon Disaster War passed down from later generations seems to be a little older, but he still stands out from the crowd. He wore more ornate armor and sat on a flame-colored horse. The rectangular badge of the legion commander on his chest was similar to the shape of the beard trimmed on his face. The majestic long silver-white cloak covers the horse's hindquarters, with heavy gold leaves on the edges. He looked almost like the portrait in the tower corridor.
As soon as they arrived, Veronca approached on horseback. A familiar look passed through his eyes, as if he were seeing the same picture on the page of a book. The knight beside him only turned his face slightly and nodded to Joey. Yet Veronca noticed the missionary.
Does he still remember me? Uriel didn't know the rules of this dream. Mortus was burned twice, with people sometimes noticing him and sometimes turning a blind eye. The apprentice speculates that only the owner or holder of the Confessions can discover him, but the "Victor" Veronka is a man who died a thousand years ago, and his existence is made of dreams. Even though every move he makes seems to be alive, there is no doubt that he is not a real person.
In this dream, Joey is not a real person either. Not even myself. Uriel thought to himself that we are all made up of dreams, part of our true consciousness.
It's just that he still can't determine the elements that make up the dream scene. "My lord," said the apprentice. Here, it seems that Veronka speaks better than the mentor. "Long time no see, the three gods bless you."
"It has indeed been a long time." The legendary knight of the Dawn War said as he turned to exchange glances with the other person, who shook his head. Uriel followed his gaze and saw another familiar face.
But it’s actually not very familiar. Uriel had only seen his portrait on the top of the tower. There was only a name under the wooden frame. McAdam Feng Hongdun. I should know better. The apprentice did not dare to look at him directly. Judging from his surname, this knight belonged to the royal family of Aurenia. Uriel had not recognized him the last time in Mortus, but now it was easy to tell. His face showed extreme majesty in his handsomeness, and his eyes were hard to look into. If the fear of Joey stems from his expressionlessness and mystery, then the fear he brings to people comes from his seriousness.
He's scary, Uriel thought. This is something that even the Qing Envoy cannot compare to. The Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs is a rigid and disciplined person, but the McAdam in front of him... The apprentice feels that he dared to raise objections to his actions a few years ago, which is simply the most courageous behavior in his life. He has the face of a king, and hopefully the bearing of a king. The apprentice pretended not to recognize him.
"You haven't been in Mortus these past few years, have you, Uriel?" said Veronca. "I have never seen you in Malandeno."
"I left the city and preached in the countryside." If the other party asks about Mortus' current situation, this answer can effectively cover up. In fact, Uriel felt that what he did in reality was exactly this. "Remote places need the guidance of faith, sir."
"That's true." Veronka kicked his mount. He walked past the procession and returned to the attendant. Across from them were the remains of the wooden bridge.
Due to the restriction of the dream anchor, Uriel could not look directly at his mentor, but he could feel the other person's suspicious gaze. Finally, Joey put on his helmet and led the knights behind him to the banner of the Empire. Uriel noticed that that was not the location of the Silver Song Knights.
"It's almost time, Your Highness." Someone reminded.
"Arrived soon?" The attendant raised his eyebrows. He is no longer a squire of Veronca, MacAdam is the successor of the Emperor Aurenia. The War of Dawn affected the entire Knox, and many historical materials were lost in the flames of war. Apart from the portrait of the tower, Roma was unable to find any more information about him. Uriel asked Sauron, but it also said it knew nothing. "How long will it take? Tell me the specific time." He emphasized.
"About ten minutes... ten minutes and fourteen seconds."
"Prepare to build a passage." His Highness the Prince ordered, "so as not to be in a hurry when the time comes."
"Is it a rectangular ladder, Your Highness?"
"It's better not to use it." Mike said, "It's better to be above board than to be suspicious. The Empire is the winner, not the party seeking peace."
"That's right." Veronka agreed. Uriel couldn't help but glance at him. The title of this legendary knight was "Victor". The ancestors recorded that he was invincible in every battle and never suffered a defeat. "Let the elementals come. Don't scare our good neighbors."
The forest races were whispering on the other side, staring nervously at the Imperial Knights on the other side. They are not the only green elves. In fact, nature elves only account for a part of them. The rest are tree elves and druids, elves riding lynxes, and a number of small oil rubber humans who can almost fill the valley. The latter Hanging heavy on the branches like bunches of fruits. These weird and mysterious creatures are rare even after thousands of years. The apprentice even discovered a winged baby dragon, which he was afraid to confirm at first until the creature scorched an orchid with its breath.
A few nature spirits were waiting across the wooden bridge. Most of them were shrouded in clouds and mist, and their faces could not be seen clearly. Only the Blue Saint sat on the back of a tall and majestic elk, holding the antlers tightly with her armorless fingers. The crown of leaves on her head was crystal green, but her expression was pale and hard, and her eyes were cold. She held her head high and tried her best to preserve the remaining dignity of the defeated side. But Uriel didn't know her name, and he had never seen a detailed description of her in human records. Later, it was another Blue Saint who led Saint Valoran to join the Order Front, not her.
Mike accepted the suggestion. "As long as your subordinates stay a little farther away, sir, the effect will be doubled." Even his joke sounded like a lesson, "It seems I have to go there in a while, there is no way they will take a step this way." .”
"Please don't do this, Your Highness. It's not worth risking your safety." A certain knight of the Guards persuaded.
"I can't think of anyone who values my life more than I do, ser." McAdam told him, "but if we delay it any longer, it will take more than ten minutes. The Silversong Knight will come with me, and you can just stay here." Be careful not to knock the flag down!" He turned his head. "Joy? How many more minutes?"
No one answered him. Uriel watched as his mentor's figure crossed the line, emerged from under the stacked flags, and was then obscured by the Silver Song Knights who gathered at the front. The apprentice only saw a silver helmet. Then, there was a burst of coldness and flash, snowflakes blew in the wind, and a flat and wide embankment of frost and snow stretched across the canyon, connecting the two banks. The cold air overflowed, and the clouds and mist around the Blue Saint also made a small freezing sound. Joey turned his horse's head and moved out of the way.
"Is this the little animal from Mortus?" Veronka also remembered.
"That's him," McAdam replied. He didn't seem to mind Joey's offense. "You can't even recognize the people under your command?"
"Victor" raised his faceplate with the hilt of the sword, "He is a newcomer who has only been here two years, and he has changed a lot. The most important thing is, I didn't know you gave him such a cute name." He His voice is not small either. Joey stared at him gloomily, and Uriel couldn't help but raise his head, and was almost sent back to reality by the anchor point.
"Are you going to wait for him to decide to pick a name from his dead souls?" McAdam pulled the reins and his mount took the lead on the ice embankment. "Two minutes left, Jazz, let's get down to business."
The Silver Song Knight ordered the ban and followed the officers to the other side quickly. Uriel did not dare to go there because his mentor was guarding the road. Is he Joey? The apprentice didn't want to admit it. This dream comes from thousands of years ago, from the time of the First Men and Dragon Scourge, from the Confessions and the Nameless One. I confirmed history in my dream, but in turn questioned reality. However, it is undeniable that there are many doubts here. He began to long for waking up...
...But the sound of the explosion drove away the thought of retreating, and Uriel stared dumbfounded as the flames rose on the other side. The conflict broke out so quickly that it almost rivaled the fall of Mortus. But this is not the time. The Holly Agreement will inevitably be completed, and its birth and end are of great significance in history. Maybe this is not the past? He couldn't get over the shock for a while.
Joey's reaction was much faster than his. As soon as the Imperial Knights' team retreated to one end of the plain, the ice bridge immediately trembled and a large white mist rose. The flash of arrows occasionally fell into the deep valley, and more penetrated into the grass. Uriel heard the green elves roaring in their own language and the Imperial knights shouting back, punctuated by explosions and crashes. Are the nature spirits really planning to pretend to surrender? What are the benefits to them?
McAdam was the first to jump off the bridge under the protection of the knights, his blushing face so vivid against the white mist. The "winner" is still standing on the bridge, blocking the forest races coming up. Each of his blows was extremely powerful, and the flying arrows were broken and shattered in the air, not to mention the fragile bodies of the forest races. In fact, this is more of a pursuit and slaughter than a defense. The white frost was drenched with blood, steaming out with steam.
