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That is the unyielding infidelity, the oppression, the destiny, and the struggle of Life itself.

Kirrlutzian looked down on the Enir people, because the Faanzanian once bowed to Miirna and became a slave for four hundred years. Among the four empires, only Kirrlutzian can maintain the pride that has been passed down from generation to generation, as if inherited from the bloodline.

Because of Kirrlutzian, never bow.

The light cavalry only found Veronica’s heart because of Veronica’s words. They raised their heads, lifted their chests, pulled out the sabers, and sliced ​​their blades like snow.

As if they were infected by the light cavalry, the noble coalitions on the mounds were unsightly. For a moment, they even stood up again, and the twisted team became neat.

The voice of the crowd screaming and screaming, and went down.

Veronica closed her mouth and stopped talking. She was the commander of the blue legion, Azure Sword Saint of Kirrlutzian. She had witnessed the countless times war, the blade light sword shadow, and she was already indifferent.

“teacher?”

“Go,” female Army Commander nodded: “Don’t look back, how much can escape, how much, take the hope of the empire, as long as there is a Kirrlutzian still alive.”

Little Pello was firmly nodded, he turned and walked two steps towards the mound where the light cavalry legion was, stopped again, and turned back, revealing the white teeth and smiling cheerfully.

The blue eyes of the pair of blue eyes seem to contain the most dazzling brilliance.

Legion moved.

Kirrlutzian finally pressed the last card in this war. But in fact it is a desperate attempt, the Crystalline army behind it is clearly visible, and for Kirrlutzian, even if it breaks through the block line in front of it, the long road to escape has just begun.

There are countless people who will fall on this road and live. Will become the hope of the empire.

The nobles were launched and then pulled out one’s own sabre. In the millennium, they lost a lot of things, courage, glory, noble responsibility, but at this moment, they had to fight for themselves. Live, or die like a real Knight on the battlefield.

The words of female Army Commander seem to have played a wonderful role.

No one complained, no one whispered, everyone understood one’s own destiny, everyone chose one’s own destiny.

The people gathered together.

Veronica placed Elys on the horse and squatted in her arms. She turned the horse’s head and pulled out one’s own sword for the first time in this battle.

Not Azure Sky.

That sword has long been lost.

This sword was given to her by Brando. A magic sword of the Phantasmal rank, called ‘Rose Tower’. It is a gift from Buga people to Fir Tree Shire. The youngster gave it to her when she arrived in the empire.

Say what it is to look at the teacher’s face and give it to the teacher’s gift.

Although I don’t know what the teacher is, she can also guess what it means. She can’t help but snorted gently, thinking about this damn stinky brat.

Then there is that person…

Veronica’s thoughts seem to have returned to her youthful age before a long time ago. Her memories of fighting with that person, under the command of Lord Darus, won a brilliant victory.

Then, it is a break, for the empire. For different ideas and loyalties, it seems as if the two are separated from each other and the road is farther and farther.

She couldn’t help but sigh a breath.

Then the sword in his hand was raised high.

“Kirrlutzian, offensive!”

It seems to be the words of death.

It is also the last order.

But a long bugle horn sound suddenly rang through the battlefield, overwhelming all the sounds on the battlefield, overwhelming the people, the metal, the hooves, and the hoofs. The order to go out.

Everyone turned back and looked at it in some direction on the battlefield.

Above the mountain, a silver flag shines.

Above the swallowtail flag, the holy white scepter, the lion’s scorpion, dazzled as if it was born in the morning.

“Faanzanian!”

“Silver Horse Knights!”

Since the first outbreak of Saint in Otos, perhaps the descendants of Kirrlutzian have never thought about it. One day, the descendants of Enir, Faanzan’s St. Knights will be on the battlefield, saving them and desperate.

But when did the Holy Knight of Faanzan start from Silver Horse City to come here at this moment, to save the empire from dying?

Perhaps One Thousand Three Hundred years ago, when Kirrlutzian saw the Wind Elf Giant Eagle Knight from the horizon on the Great Plains, it was the same mood.

Only at this moment, Kirrlutz’s nobles finally remembered that before an era, they were once allies who fought side by side.

Although there are centuries or even centuries of hatred and misunderstanding, although there are several generations or even dozens of generations of conspiracy and contradictions, when the descendants of Kirrlutzian fell into desperation, the descendants of the Enir people came.

Angry roar is uploaded from the mountain.

“Kirrlutzian, remember the sacred oath?”