One Thousand and Ninety-Five Talking and Laughing

Farther west than the western borders of Grekkon, there was once a great Enchanted Eye. It used to be active from time to time, and then a large number of terrible demons gushed out.

Cerberus is overwhelming, as well as high-level demons. These damned bastards will slaughter civilians, destroy cities, and leave nothing behind.

But now, the magic eye here has been silent for a long time. There are no traces of demons here, and various plants have begun to flourish in the surrounding area.

Some small animals began to take root here, and some low-level monsters also began to haunt here.

The city wall that had long been desolate and turned into ruins was covered with weeds, and the collapsed sentry post could not see the traces of the past.

The mages who used to be stationed here have also been turned into mud, and there are no traces of the place where they were buried.

An old magician stepped on the soft soil, walked around the ribs of the pale demon dog, and slowly walked to a mottled stone tablet.

This is still recognizable now, and there are only a few traces left on the battlefield that year—in order to commemorate the 10,000 great magicians who died here that year, the commanders of the Magician Legion, here This stele remains.

The wind and frost have eroded everything here beyond recognition, and this stone tablet, which was originally engraved with words, has long since shown no traces of artificial carving.

It is now lying there perfectly round, like an inconspicuous stone, covered with all kinds of natural wounds.

The magician lowered his head and walked to the side of the stone, but stood there in a daze. Because he saw a bouquet of flowers placed at the foot of the stone.

Heaving a sigh of relief, the magician also put the bouquet in his hand here. He knelt down on one knee, leaned the bouquet of flowers against the stone with some difficulty, closed his eyes reverently, and said softly. Lightly meditate.

Back then, his great-great-great... great-grandfather led 300 soldiers to arrive here, and then died here for the world war.

Those soldiers bravely faced their own deaths just to keep this world alive.

They fight against death here, facing tens of thousands of times of demons, they still do not flinch, and finally use their lives to interpret the meaning of the word brave.

"My great ancestors... I came here to worship you today, hoping that you can rest in peace... We are no longer fighting for survival, and the rise of mankind is unstoppable! Your efforts will eventually pay off, your heroism The deeds will be remembered by everyone." After the old magician finished speaking, he pressed his knees and stood up slowly.

Then, he raised his head and looked at the magical eye that had been silent for a long time and had caused the world to suffer.

In the next second, his eyes widened, his face full of horror.

Because he saw a demon soldier wearing heavy armor passed through the already dim light of the magic eye and walked out of the energy barrier.

Immediately afterwards, the second demon came out, also wearing armor, with heavy steps.

Just like that, demon soldiers appeared one after the other in Elan Siris. This scene hadn't happened for more than half a year.

What's even more frightening is that these demons all have fleshy wings, and they all have more than two pairs of fleshy wings, which means that they are all high-level demons, at least terrifying existences at the level of demon generals.

They are not so vicious, even a little handsome. Their steps were slow and full of ritual, as if they were on their way to the temple.

The old magician wanted to turn around and run away, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw two bunches of flowers under his feet. He gritted his teeth, turned his hands into fists, and stared at the murderers who had committed countless crimes in this world.

The magical aura around him began to fluctuate, and the energy in his body began to roll and gather. At this moment, he was ready to fight, ready to fight again with those damned enemies where his ancestors fought.

He couldn't turn around and run away, that would really embarrass his ancestors. Even if he died here in battle, he would have to prove his courage and glory at the last moment of his life.

But he also knew that he was facing the most ferocious demons. Even from the neat armor on these demons, he could tell that their fighting power was definitely the most powerful elite.

At this time, how could there be such a powerful demon army appearing here? In the mind of the old magician, such a question appeared.

However, before he could figure out the key point, a terrifying aura appeared near him.

For a moment, it was as if a little white rabbit was being targeted by a dragon. The old magician even felt that it was becoming difficult for him to breathe.

That is absolutely terrifying and powerful! It is many times stronger than him, so powerful that it is hard to fathom!

It seemed that as long as he was careless and made a small mistake, he would be obliterated in the next second and disappear completely from this world.

Ever since, he tried his best to adjust his breathing, exhaled a long breath, and finally regained some control over his body.

Then, he saw a beautiful woman in fiery red armor riding a gigantic earth dragon beast, appearing at the feet of the magic eyes.

The old magician swallowed a mouthful of saliva, it was the first time he had seen such a beautiful woman. But the reason why he swallowed his saliva was not because this woman was beautiful, but because his whole body went down at this moment.

Yes, down!

He saw the weirdest scene he had seen in the more than a hundred years he had lived in this world.

That strange woman exuding a terrifying aura all over her body, a powerful presence in a fiery red armor, and beside her was a human being who was also riding an earth dragon beast.

And that human, wearing the military uniform of the Alan Hill Empire, seemed to be nothing special. The two were chatting and laughing, riding their mounts and strolling among a group of powerful demon guards.

"I'm sorry for wasting time by asking you to accompany me to do this kind of thing." Aresia, who was sitting on the ground dragon beast, said to the officer beside her with a smile on her face.

The human officer who was also riding the ground dragon beast was generous and decent, and made a gesture of invitation with his hands: "It's okay, I am ordered to accompany you, from here to visit all the way to Serris, so that you can learn as much as possible about the Alan Hill Empire... ...so, you're welcome."

The old magician in the corner is messed up in the wind, because he has never seen a human being, living among a group of demons, talking and laughing happily...