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The mess in his head replays the messy memories of the coma – the monsters that have crossed the ruins of Ayrel like the tides to one’s own brigade, and General von Norma ordered the death to hold the street, one’s own in battle. There are fewer and fewer companions until there is only his last person left.

In the face of the monsters waiting for the ring, there is only a decisive battle in his heart.

Shouldn’t you die?

Adams had some difficulty trying to raise the head, and wanted to see who saved himself – did General von Norma’s strategy take effect? Has White Lion Legion regained that street? Have they won the final victory? Is the city of Ayrel saved? How many casualties are there?

But what caught his eye was a long snow White-Mane hair.

The Leonin turned back and looked at the human on his shoulder. It had a long, narrow knife on his face, and the green eyeball was like being embedded in the middle of the knife.

Torquine Leonin.

Adams is very familiar with one of these White Lion Legion opponents. After the winter, there are several encounters between humans and Leonin. This hatred lasted for hundreds of years and was deeply engraved into the bones of every White Lion Legion NCO, as was the case for Torquine’s Leonin.

But how can they be here, and make a move to save themselves – their enemies?

“…have you saved me?”

“Do your best,” Leonin replied carelessly, striding forward and passing through the already ruined street: “You can remember my name, my name is Sher, and I will be the greatest hero in the future. “”

Adams couldn’t help but look back at the guy who was blowing the air, but he saw the other person’s gaze firmly watching the distant horizon, and his eyes reflected the dazzling brilliance.

There, there is a sword –

……

“It’s too early to be proud, Marsha.” Romaine stood on a hill outside the lighthouse and sneered at it.

Hundreds of miles away, the female mercenary commander suddenly moved the eyelids and alerted all the people.

“Come on, Miss Jutta, she woke up!”

A flustered voice.

In the same panic, Lubeck, a desert country in the south of Vaunde continent, the grave robbers in the grey robe are running in the middle of the Holy Cathedral. Each person has an awe-inspiring expression on his face. The bells shrill cry over the city.

Adeni stood behind Naquiel and looked incredulously at the main entrance of Holy Cathedral.

This is something that has not existed for a thousand years.

Accompanied by the twelve tomb guards, Great Elder had an expression of awe and held a blue dagger in front of the two.

“That… that’s the wisdom of Holy Sword?” Adeni asked a little stutteringly.

Naquir nodded.

World Circle –

Sky Circle’s High Druid pushes open the window, the breath of the breath assaults the senses – even in the harsh winter, the world of the wind can bring back the summer atmosphere. A green leaf flew into the window and fell on his hand.

High Druid raised his eyebrow, and his face could not help but show a bitter smile: “The little guy has given us a problem.”

“grown ups?”

“Go, let me see if that person is.”

He turned back.

Outside the window, the scenery of the airport is beautiful.

……

“…After the era of silver, did the Buga people still remember one’s own glory and promise? As the guardian of the truth Council, the guardian of the great library knowledge, the descendants of the wise ancestors, the Buga flowing with the blood of the silver Is the person pursuing power or wisdom? On the towering white minaret, is it the Laws of Laws or the ruling of destruction? The Profound Truth of the universe that the people once sought in near infinite life is just For the weak and trampled, or the insistence on true knowledge?”

“…I believe that the Buga people are wise, because no matter how the advantages and disadvantages are weighed, how to make a difference, but what makes the silver people more brilliant is always knowledge and truth, not power and power; I believe that the wise will have a long-term vision. I can cut through the fog and see the true future of the silver city-state; I believe in civilization, not barbarism, just as I believe that wisdom will eventually overcome greed. I believe that the people on the cloud can make themselves a way for them to forever. Will not regret the decision…”

“Because I believe that we still have a brilliant future. And this is what I have to say, all-“

Kanaech –

In the Holy Cathedral of the Cloud, a prime minister’s daughter in a white robe is gently throwing away the speech in his hand, looking at the thousands of Silver Lineage on the circular ladder.

Absolute silence.

Solomon’s low eyebrows stand next to Delphine and the expression is calm. His mines head came to look towards one’s own, and they burned with wisdom and flames, and they were very calm: ” Vote.”

Thousands of hands were lifted up, no objection, no abstention.

Ms. Fairy Tania stood on the shoulders of Feng Huo, and the nephew of Silver looked at the somewhat calm and proud human girl.