Act 498 Final Battle IX

Before Yaluta left, he felt uneasy in his heart again.

He turned back to look at his sister Peia and the King of Lorraine Dell.

In the corridor in front, tall floor-to-ceiling arched windows are lined up. Soft sunlight shines on the ground through the glass, casting a bright mark every few meters. Through the wisps of light, dust is flying, and the light and shadow are intertwined to form a deep space. The end of the corridor seems to lead to an unknown world.

And Eastover looked at him calmly, his thin face more serious than ever.

"Go, Your Highness," he said.

"But I...don't know if I can do it..." Aruta was a little scared and flinched because of this.

Istovel said to him: "The king of Saint Osol must make his own decision."

"...But what if I make a mistake?" Aruta asked.

“The way we do something is this: we think it over and over again before making a decision, and once we make up our mind, we have to have the courage to take responsibility for it,” Eastover said: “No People may not make mistakes, but they must not make mistakes carelessly. Have you thought clearly about this, Your Highness?"

"I have thought it over carefully, Mr. Eastover. I think Brother Brand's decision is right. In this common war, everyone should unite more sincerely, right?"

"So you've made up your mind?"

Aruta nodded thoughtfully.

"So if you are wrong, you will be criticized for it. Are you afraid of criticism?" Eastover asked.

"No, I'm not afraid, Mr. Istovel," Yaluta said, "because I believe our approach is correct. Even if we suffer a setback for a moment, it will not be because of the resolution itself. I will Find out the root cause of the problem and correct it. I am not afraid of difficulties because they can always be overcome."

The King of Lorraine Dale couldn't help but be infected by the young man's spirit. Simplicity is always good. Maybe he will encounter many things in the future and find that the world is not as simple as he thought. But as long as this original intention is there, all difficulties can always be overcome.

"In that case, what do you have to worry about, Your Highness?" he asked again.

Yaruta's eyes dimmed: "But, I am your crown prince, right? Aren't you worried that Mr. Brando and I have a close relationship? Do you think that your future king will obey an outsider?" To manipulate and put the interests of Saint Osol before the interests of other countries, is that why you made such a decision?”

After hearing this question, Istovel burst out laughing and said, "Your Highness, the elves are by no means ungrateful people."

He looked at the human boy with even more admiration: "The fact that you can say these words today proves that you are the same person as us, and Master Fenghou's vision is indeed extraordinary."

But Aruta still doesn't quite understand what this elf lord means.

Eastover continued: "Your Highness, do you really think in your heart that Count Tonigel's choice is the right one?"

In response, Aruta nodded without hesitation.

"That's enough," Istovel replied loudly: "As long as you think it is truly right, just go ahead and do it, and the elves will be behind you as your solid backing."

After hearing this answer, Aruta was stunned.

The attitude of the King of Lorraine Dale was completely beyond his expectation.

And his sister, the hunter girl Peiya, walked up as if no one else was watching. As the daughter of a mountain man, she didn't have much to say, so she silently placed the Wind Queen's Holy Ring in her brother's hand. Although she is taciturn, her soft eyes already contain all the words she can say about her brother. This is the traditional and tough quality that the mountain people have adhered to for generations.

Although simple, it is beautiful.

Aruta holds the holy ring, and the ring shines brightly in the darkness.

The elves watched this scene, and the long queue folded one after another, like a silver wave, on both sides of the corridor, facing the future king. The young man looked at this scene, and a trickle of heat suddenly flowed through his heart. It was like a whisper whispering in his ear, the glory and belief of this elf kingdom for thousands of years, it was an ancient recognition.

The boy felt a little astringent at the corners of his eyes. He gently raised the back of his hand and wiped it.

He vowed that he would never let anyone down.

…

Everything has come to an end.

Veronica looked at the hands raised like a mountain forest, and her heart became filled with depression and disappointment.

It is true that no one in this world wants to die. In the face of death, everyone is equally afraid. Especially when the passion disappears, only the instinct of survival is left. Although this is also the need for the continuation of any ethnic group, it may not be something to be ashamed of.

But more terrible than death is the loss of hope. A mortal's life is like a blink of an eye compared to the length of history. Finding a wife, a son, and success are the necessities of life, but when death comes, everything returns to nothingness. So for thousands of years, people seem to have been busy repeating this process over and over again, so what is the meaning of existence?

Few people have doubts about their lives.

Because civilizations and ethnic groups composed of individuals are built on countless gravels. The gravels come and go, empires rise and fall, and history moves forward, but it eventually leaves its mark. Mortal people are changing the world and the future bit by bit. Maybe everyone is repeating the process from life to death, but today and tomorrow are different after all. Maybe the future and hope are the ultimate answer to this question.

However, at this moment, this answer has lost its meaning.

Feeling lost, Veronica heard a noble next to her choking: "Thank God, I can finally leave this ghost place. I am worried every day, for fear that one day I will never see my family again. As long as the elves allow us to enter, I will Immediately take your family to move to Karolis. If the Dusk Dragon hits that place, then find a way to get to Jiufeng..."

Veronica turned around and saw the nobleman with tears on his face. She didn't know what kind of mood she was in, which prompted her to ask him: "What about Queen Nine Phoenix? Where are you going?"

The noble could not answer and was stunned for a moment.

Veronica shook her head when she saw this, and suddenly she lost interest. She separated from the crowd and walked out, wanting to leave this place. But at a glance, she saw Duke Ludwig who was still sitting in his seat not far away. It was touching to say that he was the first to firmly stand against her, but unexpectedly chose to abstain from voting during the vote.

Duke Ludwig sat in his seat at a loss. He tried to reach for his pocket watch several times, but his hands were shaking so much that he ended up empty.

Veronica looked at this man and understood that perhaps among the two ways to be hanged, the latter chose the more cruel one to himself, and he killed his own hope.

But others may be able to walk a more dignified path as a result.

Even though Veronica wanted to say something, she found it difficult to say anything when faced with Duke Ludwig, who had aged ten years in an instant. She felt her heart was filled with panic. Staying in this fortress might not be the right choice, but where was the right choice?

Is it really true that all hope has been lost?

She could stay here and die generously.

But what about others?

In the corner of the round table, Arch Druid Hui Nu saw this scene, shook his head, stood up and left his position.

The craftsman wizards of the Silver Alliance are also leaving. Although they have not expressed any opinions from the beginning, the wizards just discuss with each other, shaking their heads from time to time, rarely with a smile on their faces.

Only the representatives of the mountain people and highlanders were still sitting in their seats, looking at the representatives of Silver Bay on the other side as if it had nothing to do with them. These little nobles are discussing their own fate, and more importantly, how to save the coalition forces in Silver Bay?

The Faenzan people also stood up and packed up various parchment documents on the table. Behind them, the envoys from the White City countries left earlier and were walking out in groups. The hall was noisy, and some people were still nodding to the Archdruid Gray Fury.

But at this time——

The sylphs who had been watching indifferently in the hall suddenly stood up from their seats and looked collectively towards the south door of the hall.

Veronica was about to leave, but she was not far away now. Duke Ludwig, who had been unaware of the changes around him, had a look of surprise on his face. He stood up from his position tremblingly, his eyes looking straight. Look behind her.

She turned around subconsciously.

Many people are also looking back...

The Buga people stopped outside the north gate, and the envoys from the Baicheng states were blocked behind them. Both of them turned to look in this direction.

The people who were still in their positions stopped what they were doing. The Faenzan people looked at their colleagues, while the representatives from Silver Bay looked at each other. The Archdruid's gray and angry steps slowed down, he turned around and looked here with some surprise.

There was a soft 'click' sound.

The door to the south was actually pushed open, making a creaking sound.

The hall became quiet for a moment, because people saw rows of elven guards wearing silver armor and wing-tip helmets pouring in from outside the door, guarding a human boy as he entered the hall.

All the wind elves in the hall subconsciously bowed at this moment.

But the person they saluted was not the human boy.

It was something held in the young man's hand.

That's a ring -

In full view of everyone, Aruta walked down the steps with the holy ring in hand and came to the round table where the elven representatives were. He held his head high and looked at all the nobles of all sizes in the hall, and then raised the ring. Place it gently on the table.

On the ring, a round of Saint Osor's nine-marked holy emblem shone brightly in the dim light hanging down in the center of the hall.

"The Wind Queen's Ring!"

Someone recognized it with sharp eyes and screamed.

Veronica's eyes narrowed when she heard this, and she felt her heart beat half a beat faster; not far away, the Arch Druid also had a look of surprise on his face.

Aruta looked at everyone present.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes were also fixed on this former hunter's son.

But there was no flinching in the young man's heart. On the contrary, there was only infinite courage stirring in his chest. Because today, he understood what he had to do.

That represents a promise that has not been realized for a thousand years. A thousand years later, it will be realized again in the hands of the descendants of the fog elves and in the hands of today's wind elves.

A long overdue promise.

Yaruta spoke quietly: "The wind elves of Saint Osol are willing to stay and hold on to this fortress."

The voice that echoed over the hall was not loud, even a little childish.

But every word is critical.

He stared at the seats of the Cruz people. The hall was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The Cruz nobles were dumbfounded - are these elves crazy? The Bugans stopped and whispered to each other. Beside them, the Archdruid sat back in his seat thoughtfully, as if waiting for something.

Only the wind elves looked at the ring and then at their future king with serious expressions.

Aruta spoke again: "So where are the former allies, the descendants of the King of Fire, today? Do you still remember the oaths you made?"

Veronica subconsciously wanted to separate from the crowd and return to her position - how could the Cruz people break their trust? Even in her own name, she must stay and fight side by side with the elves.

But before she could speak, a clear and powerful voice answered for her:

"The Cruzes are here—"

"Who's talking?"

“Who dares to represent the Cruz people without authorization!”

A noble councilor stood up, shaking his fat head and looking around, trying to find the person who made the noise.

But his words immediately stuck in his throat.

The crowd was separating to the left and right, automatically giving way to a path - in the middle of the path, the heavily armored Flame Knights stood facing each other, and sixteen knights escorted a girl to the hall.

The golden girl also held a ring high in her hand.

But it was more like a round of flames, a golden flame ring burning brightly in her hand.

Someone in the crowd made a sound of swallowing: "The Holy Ring of Flame..."

Faina walked down the stairs step by step and came to the round table.

She stared at the hunter boy in front of her.

Then he solemnly placed the ring in his hand on the table, raised his head and replied to the wind elves: "The two rings bear witness to this oath. The Cruz people are willing to fight side by side with their former allies."

The elves nodded.

"We may have had grudges," behind Yaluta, Istovel, the king of Lorrainedale, replied: "But today they are all wiped out. We were comrades in arms a thousand years ago, and the same is true today."

"Swear as a precept -"

The elves replied in unison.

Yaluta looked at the noble daughter with some admiration. He also raised the Holy Ring of the Queen of Winds and replied solemnly: "In the name of the Holy Ring——"

In mid-air.

Two shining holy rings.

Opposite each other.

Everything is just like it was a thousand years ago.

"It's a pity that there are only two..." The Archdruid looked at this scene angrily and couldn't help but sigh.

Perhaps that era of seven precepts is now a thing of the past.

At the head of Candebell's city, the defense line of the Silver Bay coalition was falling apart.

But the real despair in people's hearts does not come from the overwhelming dusk army - Blanc stood behind the battlements with a solemn face. Beside him, the nun princess Magdale was covering her mouth and looking at what was happening in front of her in horror. scene.

It was a huge black sphere, revealing its figure outside the city of Candebel.

"Martha, please, what the hell is that..."

White Mountain.

The wind elves and vampires stood opposite each other. The twenty-six representatives looked at each other and then pulled out their chairs and took their seats on both sides of a long table.

After watching both parties for a moment, the clerk silently picked up the quill and wrote the first sentence on the parchment:

"An era has passed..."

The huge silver dragon flapped its wings and landed on the ruins of a city. Delphine was the first to jump off the back of the silver dragon. She landed on the ground. In addition to the Buga envoys who came to greet her, she also saw Two unexpected people arrived.

Huang Huo and Fang Qi stood opposite each other. The former looked at her and smiled slightly:

"You're here, Miss Delphine..."

Faenzan's eastern border, the Great Glacier.

The Elf Queen looked a little lonely at the icebergs shining purple in the distance.

Her people, the wild elves' army, were falling in pieces on the way to attack. Faenzan's knights had gathered into a torrent, but they still could not open a hole in the Neng clan's defense line.

Suddenly a purple light flashed in the sky, and she raised her head in the biting ice wind, as if she suddenly realized something.

"The final battle that will last for thousands of years has finally begun..."

Eruin, Lantern Castle——

In the underground dark cell, the girl raised her head and stared at the only beam of light cast from the ceiling. She was wearing thick iron shackles on her hands and feet. With slight movements, the iron chains locked on the wall made a clattering sound.

After a moment, Antitina closed her eyes silently.

She is no stranger to darkness.

Rose-colored blood was dripping along the cold metal.

"Brando..."

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