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After the millennium, the blue water still washed the shores of White City as it was a millennium ago, like the sapphire floating foam on the sea, leaving undulating wet marks on the long embankment of Antisque; the highest The waves have been flooded into the lower edge of the giant beast Leviathan embossed in the Long Dike in Shanghai, where there is a hoop that marks the highest water level in the history of White City. The iron ring is now rusty and weather-beaten. He said,

This long building was built in the era of the plough of the White City’s Lord Tyrone, and connected to the stone trestle in the far blue bay, where hundreds of ships of color are parked, and the elf court The sailboat is unique among them – a long row of vertical sails, the bow of the ship with the same handle – the fleet came from the Atlantic Ocean to the area, a total of five batches.

On the same day, the citizens of White City saw the heavily armed elf army coming down from these ships and then heading east, one after the other, and never appeared again since then.

After more than half a month, Rand stood on the edge of the long embankment again and looked at the yellowed sail top – elves never came back, only the empty fleet was drifting in the bay, like Spectre – for them Not uninhibited, but all those who dare to reach out are severely warned from Holy Church.

The breath of the sea infiltrates the cheeks with a damp breath.

His heart is full of doubts, why did the elves of the airport come and go where?

The drifting fleet on the sea seems to be silently talking about something, and the whisper is like a Spectre lingering over the bay, making people feel chilly.

Rand suddenly felt the wind on the sea. A little cool on the forehead.

He held his forehead and gave his heart a slight glimpse. How could the wind blow from the sea at this time?

But the sea breeze immediately became mad, the sea was dark and heavy, and there was a wave of white lines. The wind is blowing across the bay. The flag on the top of the sailboat hunted, the tree hua la la on the side of the long levee slammed into a piece, and the low head was lowered. Rand felt his hair fluttering, and quickly pressed one’s own hat, and the wind immediately took his The corner of the clothes opened, and he saw a sailboat in the harbor in the distance swaying and swaying.

What’s going on here?

There were several workers in the direction of the port, and the voice passed down far and wide, seemingly blaming the ghost weather. It is said that the sea is going to start a storm. But the intuition of the sailor as a perennial tells him that this is not a prelude to the storm, not to mention the rainy season has passed, what kind of storm is coming over the quiet sea in autumn?

He raises the head, squints his eyes, and suddenly sees a few black spots on the skyline of the sky.

The elegant creatures that flap their wings, they are huge and beautiful, as if every muscle on the huge body is full of rhythm. The perfection and the utmost of Life are vividly and thoroughly on them; when they spread their wings, they seem to cover the sky. The wind passes under their powerful wing membranes, rolling up the waves on the sea and coming through the clouds.

The huge shadows once again swept across the earth, just as in the days when the Lord dominated everything.

On this day, dragonflight flew over White City again.

……

The water droplets converge on the intertwined gray giant rocks, and the edges are fluorescent. Inside is a magnificent view of the interior of the Holy Cathedral; ding dong, which falls from the dome and falls into the pool of the dark Sacred Stone, rippled in the water.

“Sage adults, the outcome has been broken.”

Azerbantu XI is in the dark. The voice said a little low.

In the distance, a few sacred candles emit a dark ray of light, which outlines his white satin robes. The robes hang down on the ground slabs, and the bottom end is like a dark azure.

Aerlanta’s tall, tower-like silhouette stands for a long time, and the emerald-like eyes exude a deep radiance in the darkness. Her gaze passes through the terrace on the side of the giant rock on the Holy Church—where there is a high mountain and a forest under the sunset. Heavy shadows, the last line of golden light is swallowed up by the heavy clouds, falling from the stars above the red and purple sky, with a unique tragic color that will leave the scene.

The light will not be below the horizon, and it will be a long night.

For a long while, she slowly started talking: “What did you see, Lord Azerbantu?”

“This is the message from my student: The Silver Queen has teamed up with Madara’s undead, seventeen days, an Undead Army from the Argent region, and on the 21st, someone witnessed their march near Oveshin. If I didn’t guess wrong, Madara’s undead has already arrived at the battlefield -“