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Looking at Malvis Duke stumbled and left, Magdelle, who had already calmed down, couldn’t help but start talking: “Grandfather, is Kanderbeg really safe?”

The old man shook his head.

Magdelle was a little surprised at her indifference to safety.

She suddenly realized that this answer could not afford to be a little bit swaying in her own heart, perhaps because of the premature reason for this answer? She suddenly thought that this might be the place where one’s own was buried, but she was not afraid.

Maybe she was destined to be different from those mediocrity. After a moment of silence, she asked: “Kirrlutzian can support for so long, can we…”

“Kirrlutzian doesn’t work either.” Blanc sighed as he walked to the outermost periphery of the forest, and the plains of Kanderbeg were clearly visible in the distance. Old Duke raised his hand and pointed to a black shadow on the horizon: “Have you seen it?”

The thin black line appears above the horizon on the northwest.

And it quickly became a sea.

It is a sea of ​​purple.

It swallowed everything forward, forests and lakes, but it was just a calm boat above the stormy waves, fleeting.

Magdelle’s blue eyes reveal a shocking expression.

“Do you think Kirrlutzian can stop them?” Brandon asked one’s own granddaughter.

Magdelle shook his head silently.

The old man was silent, then he said: “They came from the Alkesh area.”

“what!?”

“The sacred vows because of the cracks in the White Mountain disaster are really impossible to hold the Dragon of Twilight, but unfortunately the red legion did not pass the message in the end, and then, it is our turn…”

He sighed: “No one can stop them from entering the hinterland of the elf royal court. Kirrlutzian is over, and Saers will also bleed to death. Does this World have hope?”

“Babel Fortress and the garrison of Kirrlutzian and elves, they will not watch this happen.”

“The offensive won’t be,” Blanc said. “Dragon of Twilight has been around for so long. This is the horn of the total attack, and the Babel Fortress is in jeopardy.”

“We are still here, how long we have been dragging them at Kanderbeg.” Magdelle seemed determined, and she firmly said: “We will send the message out of Kirrlutzian and let elves take precautions!”

The old man was silent and did not answer directly.

But Magdelle has seen the answer from his grandfather’s face.

“is it hard……?”

“The strength of the red legion is ten times that of us, Mary.”

Magdelle clenched his fist.

The Nun-Princess thought a lot of words in his mind, but he still couldn’t believe that the last hope was here, and he lost it easily at this moment.

There must be a way isn’t that so?

She couldn’t help but ask: “What should we do, can it be that?” Grandfather, you don’t always say that even the worst situation, there will always be a chance?”

The old man shook his head.

“And Brando.”

He can’t do it either.

Even his grandfather could not do it.

Blanc thought that perhaps, unless elf and Madara were able to immediately abandon their suspicions, they would immediately let the Undead Army enter – but even if that can be recovered, it is not yet known.

Moreover, the trick behind this is that simple thing.

Doesn’t he work?

Magdelle closed his mouth silently.

Perhaps everything can’t be changed. At this time, the Nun-Princess’s heart calmed down.

Somehow, at this moment she recalled her conversation with Gryphine at Vlada-Pace.

Inside the hut, the cheers of NCO students on the court came in from time to time. In the white porcelain cup on the tray, the tea scented, the two girls whispered, about the ideal and the ambiguity, then the simple pursuit was actually achieved before the best friends.

Who can say that it is the innocence of a girl?

Chasing one’s own destiny

Recalling the acquaintance with everyone in Fir Tree Shire is more like a bizarre dream. There is that person, her Knight.

“My best friend, have you got it, your dream?”

She prayed silently in her heart.

Blanc suddenly frowned and issued a lightly exclaimed.

This made Magdelle come back to his senses from contemplation, looking at one’s own grandfather with some doubts: “What’s wrong?”

But the old man did not answer directly, only shook his head slightly.

He seems to have seen the same scene.

It was Alkesh whistling in the cold wind.

……

“Birus’s third line of defense was broken through!”

“Sir Laval’s camp request support!”

“The enemy flight unit appears in the lion’s spire -“

“They are in the 12 o’clock direction!”

Veronica has a cold face. network

The female Army Commander gestured to the heavy hand from Adi, not far away. The officer gave her a gift and rushed over the city with a pick-up of a heavy armor.

The arc of purple lights up the sky from time to time, flashes are fleeting, but it is enough to illuminate the entire battlefield.