Scene 137 The Eruin?

The howling cold wind swept across the dry and cracked land of the plateau, and the sparse grass and trees swayed rustlingly, bowing their heads in submission to this cold and harsh monarch. . 23us Fawaz stretched out his snow-white claws to catch the snowflakes falling from the sky. His thin sharp claws stretched out from under the fur, flashing with a cold light. It raised its head, and its eyes as blue as the sea reflected the entire northern sky and the scene on the earth. It was such a picture. The mountains to the north of Anzeruta were like a giant door, stretching across the end of the sky, in the open sky. On the alluvial plain, the river is like a shining ribbon. The river flows into the distance and merges under the undulating mountains. The heavy gray shadows and winding curves finally gather at one point.

There is a fortress, the last door to the Evergreen Walkway.

Fawaz stared in that direction silently, not knowing what thoughts were running in his mind. The cold wind blew the snow-white beard tied with a brass ring on the king of beasts, causing it to sway slightly. It turned around, and the heavy armor on its body made a faint clattering sound: "Change the flag." Standing behind this wise and powerful lion king were two rows of tall golden-maned guards, but among the crowd , there was an old lion man holding a long staff and wearing a red robe. He saw it bowing its head and knees, and asked tremblingly:

"Now? My esteemed majesty?"

Fawaz raised a finger, and the sharp nails shone with a sharp cold light. It shook the finger gently: "Don't call me Your Majesty, Naze, only that person can be called Your Majesty. She is Qianjing The king of kings, the king of kings, she is the light of day and the color of night. The poem has long predicted that she will rule the world. Now she is back, bringing the gospel of eternity and the salvation of the lion-man clan. You I serve her as I serve my father.”

Modesty stared at the lion man's camp. There was a cold narrow light in the vertical pupils unique to cold-blooded animals. She immediately saw black flags rising from the endless camp, replacing the original ones. The ocean-like golden lion's mane flag. "Hehehe," the female black dragon couldn't help but chuckle. "It's such an honor to be able to witness the advent of such an era."

She spread her hands upward, and black flags slowly rose behind her.

On the flag, the holy symbol named Asgard shone brightly.

On the eve of the Holy Festival of the Year of the Sword, the golden-maned Tuoquining lions passed through the Rokoqi-Broken Sword Mountains fortress group, and the Jogendigon army captured the last fortress in the south of the Four Realms Wilderness-Asa, two The troops gathered at the southern end of the Evergreen Walkway, and then announced the change of flag at the same time. The black imperial battle flag, the symbol of Odin, the Dark Dragon. After disappearing from the earth for a full thousand years, it finally came to this land again.

The remnants of the Cruz soldiers, knights and nobles who fled north were fortunate enough to witness the birth of this moment that changed history.

The news was carried north, and it was soon discovered that Her Majesty, the Queen of the Empire, was flying the same banner as the Templar forces belonging to her side,

So a rumor spread with the help of thoughtful people, thousands of years later. The king of darkness has returned, and she is the king. She is also the father. She is the light rising in the darkness, the master of the previous era. She has returned, bringing the lost glory and redemption, and will definitely end all these lies.

The whole Warnde was shaken.

There seems to be a tacit understanding. The Red Legion and the Wind Elves ceased fighting at the same time in the Wilderness of the Four Realms, but then the elves fell into a stagnant silence. The Temple of the Queen of Winds did not show any sign for a while. From the temple to the holy throne to the chief priest, the king From the emperor to the ministers. They all lost their voices, as if a terrible taboo lay in front of them, making them walk on thin ice and not dare to speak easily.

In Faenzan, the Sanirites slowed down their march southward, and the nobles of the Free City State looked at each other at a loss. The Church of Light, which had always been secretive about the Dragon of Darkness, suddenly summoned all regional bishops to the White City and reactivated the Holy Council that had been abandoned after the War of the Saints. But just when people speculated that the church was going to send troops south to punish the mad queen, The Supreme Emperor of Faenzan, His Majesty the Emperor and Pope Gloria II of the Empire, sent an edict to plunge the agitated north into deathly silence.

'The Knights of the Silver Horse have retreated to the north of Alkhash, and all armies in the empire are not allowed to move southward. The Holy Council is temporarily closed, and no one is allowed to discuss the situation in the south inside the church -'

So the Holy Council, which was reopened after 762 years, was like a flashback. After a brief recovery, it died just as quickly. It only lasted for twelve short days. The people of Faenzan nicknamed it 'Ten Days'. parliament'.

After a series of events, the only result left was that the entire civilized world fell into silence, as if the drastic changes that occurred in the Cruz Empire were just an illusion.

"boom--"

Duke Weina slammed the envelope on the table, and the trembling hands proved how angry he was. This older generation of imperial officials looked around like a lion, and roared: "Let this go." What good will it do them if the situation continues to deteriorate!?" The generals surrounding the sand table had different expressions. Some were shocked and angry, some were at a loss, and some showed panic and uneasiness. In just three days, Her Majesty's army had already invaded Simez before. Mountain people and witches appeared clearly in her army. Moreover, at the border of civilization, many people were said to have observed strange human groups, and everyone knew it. It was obvious that the Min'er people were back.

Nowadays, rumors that Her Majesty the Queen is the Dragon of Darkness have long been spread. She has never looked older since she was fifteen years old. Isn't this the most direct proof? People originally hoped that the Temple of Fire would stand up and take charge of the overall situation at this chaotic moment, but now even the Temple itself has split into two factions. The two voices are fiercely clashing in the ideological circles of the empire, and it is difficult to tell who is who. Who is wrong? However, as the situation on the battlefield becomes more and more favorable to the Queen's side, many outsiders have already turned to the scholastics. As for the northern nobles who the conservatives rely on, life is becoming more and more difficult day by day.

Many of the conservative nobles were originally royalists, standing on the position of the orthodox heir. Ever since the Silver Queen began to attack the princes around her, she had become alienated from them. As the Silver Queen's actions became increasingly crazier, they originally thought that these unconventional actions would quickly lead her into a situation of betrayal and alienation, especially when she reactivated the Seniyans and called herself the Dragon of Darkness. The entire north was in jubilation. At that time, they could even imagine that Faenzan and Saint Osol would soon send troops to intervene, and maybe even the sage far away in the Ring of the World would take action to suppress it.

Everyone knows that the world order established after the War of the Saints is the cornerstone of mortal civilization. Anyone who attempts to shake this foundation is going against the entire civilized world. At this moment, the already crazy Her Majesty the Queen is standing on the opposite side of the entire civilized world.

Her fate can be imagined.

The northern nobles celebrated, thinking that victory was in sight, but the facts that followed made them shocked and even at a loss. The successive silences of the Guangming Temple and the Wind Queen Temple made their hearts drop to the freezing point, and they even began to doubt their own worldview. What on earth was going on in this world? However, the silence of one party often means that the other party is more arrogant. The nobles of Cloak Bay who were still hesitant immediately joined the queen's camp. The Imperial Fleet, which had always been controlled by the Temple, also fell into the arms of the Scholastics. Coupled with the sudden change of flag between the Lions and the Jorgandigan army south of the Evergreen Walkway, the entire north was suddenly isolated and helpless.

Although the White Legion stationed in the north of the Evergreen Corridor has not expressed its position yet, everyone in the world knows their relationship with Her Majesty the Queen. In fact, the nobles on Ludwig's side have long given up any hope in East Metz. Even when estimating the speed of the White Army's advance, since news from all directions has long been blocked, they can only guess that Fatan Port may have fallen at this time. I just don't know what the mosaic collar can support, but the mosaic prince is still under house arrest in the imperial capital. Presumably it is impossible to support him for too long just relying on his two daughters.

As a result, Ludwig was fighting alone.

To make matters worse, due to the disappearance of the emperor's eldest son in Eruin, the military nobles have lost their moral footing. If the Silver Queen had not taken on the identity of the Dark Dragon and caused the temple to split, they would have become a group of rebels now. A thief.

among the crowd. An old man wearing a holy robe sighed. Duke Weiner looked at him and said angrily: "Bishop Randall, tell me, are those damn tree pickers and Yankees still holding the fisherman?" A mentality of gain. Don't they understand what kind of juncture we have reached now? That crazy woman calls herself the Dragon of Darkness and intends to restore the rule of the Min'er people. She is desecrating the sacred covenant, but those people turn a blind eye. It is really unreasonable. !”

Randall smiled bitterly: "It's not their fault. You and I were all witnesses of the last holy war. We should understand what happened at that time... What we saw at that time was so bizarre that it made people feel sad. Confuse."

"But you are still standing here," the Duke interrupted him severely: "instead of throwing yourself into the arms of those rebels, this shows that it is only their weakness that causes the wavering."

"Old man, you can't say that. I can't prove that my choice is right. I just don't want to betray the faith I have held for so many years."

"There is no right or wrong in history, only victory and defeat." The Duke waved his hand impatiently: "It has been a thousand years since the Black Iron People took over the world and the War of the Saints. Could it be that history has been wrong for a thousand years? ? It’s simply nonsense. Only a lunatic would believe such a statement. At least I will never admit it, and I will not let the dark crazy woman succeed easily!"

"You're right, old man," Bishop Randall sighed again: "What are you going to do now?"

"It's very troublesome." Duke Wei Na rubbed his forehead: "We are in a very disadvantageous position militarily. That crazy woman has a steady stream of trump cards in her hand. Those messy things come out of nowhere to hit us. We are retreating steadily, and there are still lions and underground men in the south, but what I am most worried about is the Imperial fleet in Cloak Bay. If they go to the North Sea to block the waterway, then this battle will really be impossible to fight."

These words made everyone in the tent frown. This is also the most realistic thing. Militarily, the northern nobles who originally controlled most of the empire's military strength were defeated by Her Majesty the Queen. They were about to lose the entire empire. Simez, and the defection of the imperial fleet dealt them a fatal blow. Now most of the supplies in the north come from the North Sea Channel. If the imperial fleet sails to the north to block this supply line, then this battle will really be lost. The method continues.

Duke Wei Na patted the map heavily and said, "I plan to ask for help from the Dragon Clan."

"Dragon clan?"

"This is a way," Bishop Randall shot two rays of light under his eyelids, "The dragon was also involved in that incident back then. Now that the three rebel dragons have appeared on the ground with great fanfare, the dragon clan will definitely express their opinions on this. At the very least, let Qiao Gendigang withdraw his troops unilaterally, otherwise there are three giant dragons on the enemy's side, which will pose too great a threat to us."

Duke Weiner nodded. "This is not the key yet, old man," he added lightly: "The dragons are not fools. They have already taken action, and they may even know about all this earlier than we do. As far as I know, Before the crazy woman was ready to take action, they sent an envoy to the empire, but the envoy did not arrive in the imperial capital. It could be said that it was a step too late. If the time was correct, the envoy must still be in the empire. "

"Envoy?" Bishop Randall raised his head in surprise: "How come I haven't heard of this? Who is that?"

"I also got the news accidentally, because the first person the dragon clan contacted was actually the eldest son of the emperor. This shows that they don't trust that crazy woman. As for who the envoy they sent is, I don't know. , but I only know that it should be a silver dragon."

"Silver Dragon...the standards are very high."

"This just shows that the Dragon Clan attaches great importance to it." Duke Wei Na replied.

"Then we have to find this envoy quickly."

"I have already arranged for people to look for it, but unfortunately I don't have a clue yet."

Perhaps it was the Duke's suggestion that inspired Randall's thoughts. The bishop suddenly said: "What about the Buga people? Their position is often consistent with that of the Dragon Clan. Don't they have any indication?"

Duke Wei Na was slightly startled, as if something had been said to her mind, and her face became a little strange: "Speaking of these naughty guys, they actually have something to say..."

"Slippery? Did you express something?" Bishop Randall did not notice the expression on his old friend's face: "What do you mean?"

"The thing is like this, I suddenly remembered about the Buga people two days ago, and then I found out that they had evacuated all the diplomats just before that crazy woman took action, but..." The Duke hesitated. After a while, he continued: "But I left a letter. The meaning of the letter seems to be that it does not support what the crazy woman did. I hope we can stick to our position..."

"We stand our ground, they are taking advantage in vain, they want to get better, those damn wizards." Everyone in the tent suddenly started to curse.

"To put it bluntly, I still want to sit on the mountain and watch the fight between tigers." The bishop frowned: "But the Buga people have been around for thousands of years, so they shouldn't be so naive. Can't they see that we are no match for Her Majesty the Queen at the moment? , if this continues, we will lose sooner or later."

"Don't forget that isolation from the world has always been their strategy." Duke Weiner replied lightly.

Randall nodded, but he always felt that it was not that simple. It was at this time that a messenger opened the tent door and walked in: "Your Majesty, letter."

"Letter?" Duke Weina was slightly stunned. He glanced at the replies from Faenzan and St. Osol in his hand, frowned and asked, "Whose letter is it?"

"I don't know, sir, but the letter is coming from the direction of Port Fatan."

"Port Fatan?" The Duke was stunned for a while before he remembered where this place came from. It was not because the place was too small, but because he really didn't expect it. He pointed to the letter and asked: "This is Bai Zhi The legion’s letter, what are they writing for, haha, are they saying they are also going to defect?”

These words were full of disdain and sarcasm.

But the messenger shook his head honestly: "No, sir, I'm afraid it's not a letter from the White Army. The person who sent the letter is an Eruin."

"Eruin?"

Duke Weiner was really stunned now.

...(To be continued...)t

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