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Almost every presence in Kirrlutzian’s heart is silently praying, praying for the priests of the sacred priests, blessing their descendant, able to grasp the final a ray of hope.

“Blow the horn.” The heavy cavalry of the Legion of the Legion began to gather on the side of the battlefield. Veronica waited for a moment before she spoke.

Above the hills, the rows of Wizards in the row of silver robe began to flash, and then disappeared one by one. Finally, Boss Roan of the Senses Lawyers and the High Priest Vala of the Holy Skull of the Holy Cathedral of Fire brought the iron and fire to the High Priest Vala, and the two men’s brief remarks each entered a door of light.

The saintess of the Lion’s Palace, like Sidney, looked back at the female Army Commander before she left, before she stepped into the light gate that belonged to her.

Veronica is deeply breathed in, and there seem to be a lot of floating shadows on the battlefield. Sometimes it is the valley of Hagang. The Leonin army is like a tidal wave; or it is a battle of Chuiqin. This time the enemy was replaced by Wind Elf, the killing Knight, such as Lin’s lance front, as if the sky was eclipsed by the arrow, the enemy’s image was rotated, Faanzanian, elf, mountain people, Leonin and sometimes even Kirrlutz Heavy Knight, every war she experienced, has come to her eyes.

Until the end, the overlap was one, and it was re-formed into the scene before her. The mountains of Alca, the cold wind whistling, Crystalline’s army is just waiting, waiting for the first impact of Kirrlutzian.

Wu wu’s bugle horn sound covering the mountains and the plains echoed.

……

Brando made a dream.

In the dream, he seems to have returned to the past game, the mountains of the cold wind, the dark sky, the screaming wind, and the endless, desperate army.

Hiding the sky and covering the earth, like the tides. Human resistance is so weak and weak, they roar, smother, and try their best, but the enemy comes from all directions, there is no chance at all.

What is the anger of his diamonds in his heart? What about Fire of Thorny Flower? What about the Holy Church? Where is the reinforcements?

He remembers what he finally saw. It was a Colossal Dragon skeleton wrapped in a faint black scent. It screamed through the air, and the gray flame breathed out from the Colossal Dragon’s mouth. Everything that went through it. They are turned into fly ash.

Then the whole world faded and fell into the dark.

Then he woke up.

That battle is exactly the last memory of the World. The game that took place in the Alkash mountain range, he didn’t know what happened after that, but the defeat of Faanzan and Kirrlutz’s coalition would surely bring about a drastic change in the game.

In a sense, that was a battle that changed the history of Vaunde.

But here, there may not be such a war anymore.

Brando didn’t know that at this moment, there was a war that also determined the fate of an empire. It was being played in the same place. Many people familiar with his name, familiar people, were fighting for such a war for one’s own destiny. try best.

He didn’t know, maybe it was the name of his eyes opened eyes, each and everyone familiar, it has passed away, and turned into a memory of the past.

He woke up from the darkness, and some of his feelings were a little bit boring, and he put on his coat and came out the door. Outside the door was a long corridor, silent and silent. He walked through the dark corridor along the memory of the day, and the front was slightly bright, and he had already reached a courtyard.

The cool night wind assaults the senses, he just breathed in, he heard a doubtful voice: “Brando?”

Brando gave a glimpse, he knew that only one person would call him here, he raises the head, and surely saw the silhouette of Freya standing in the courtyard, looking at him with amazement.

“You can’t sleep, Brando?”

Brando wants to say that he suddenly woke up, but I don’t know why, he just silently nodded.

“What about you?”

“I will return to Aouine tomorrow, Brando,” Freya whispered.

Brando suddenly understood what Freya wanted to say. The moonlight of the Land of Eternal Sleep shined in the courtyard, a faint silver.

“Walk with me?” he questioned.

Freya groaned, then nodded, she was resolute on the battlefield, but in front of Brando, she has always been obedient.

The two walked silently along the corridor of the courtyard. Only the footsteps of the rustling, the girl lowered her head and felt the sound of the heartbeat, powerful and regular.

“What did Andrea tell you about your life?” Brando asked suddenly, Andrea had revealed to him faintly, Freya’s bloodline and inheritance may be related to the war Goddess. He only knows that Freya’s real name should be called Alicia Everton. She is the daughter of Earth Knight Everton. In order to escape the cleaning of the royalist in the Oberg VI era, she was brought to Bucce by royalist, arranged in her ‘Uncle’ and ‘婶婶’at home.