A hero drinks red without leaving a bottle

Chapter 144
"Master Rickman, Master Rickman!"

The attendant's shout awakened the archmage from the deep dream brought by the spell. Alan Rickman opened his eyes, looked at the attendant in front of him, and then looked down at his still strong hands in his prime. I felt dazed for a while.

"Go to him as soon as the spell that the king has ordered you is over."

When the attendant's words came, Alan Rickman noticed that the several instruments in the tent next to him in a circular shape had been reduced to ashes—the time of legendary spells was over.

"I see." Rickman agreed, then grabbed the robe and staff beside him, and walked out of the tent where he cast the spell just now.

It was pitch black outside the tent, as if the whole world had been plunged into darkness, as if everything around was at a standstill.

Of course, the archmage knew that this was just an illusion --- there were neatly erected tents around him, a large number of weapons, auxiliary equipment, and an unknown number of fighters. Wartime blackout, wearing thick clothes and armor, patrolling back and forth in the camp.

"What time is it?" the Archmage asked.

"It's three quarters before sunrise, Archmage Rickman." The attendant replied respectfully.

Only then did the archmage realize again—the sun had been blocked.

At this time, the mage's eyes had adapted to the darkness again. He saw the air filled with black mist, the dark clouds spreading like a black carpet in the sky, and the warriors who looked a little tired and afraid in the darkness.

All this can be seen thanks to a ray of light revealed by a rather distant sky - through magic, the mage can see that on the other side of the horizon, there is another extreme scene - everything seems to be shrouded in In a kind of light that illuminates the earth, the light is dazzling from all directions, so that the creatures standing under the light have no shadows, forming a sharp and extreme contrast with the darkness they are in now.

The junction of the extreme darkness and the extreme light, the Hengduan Mountains winding like a dragon above the earth, and the vast plain are their destinations.

Although the temperature in the spring morning was not particularly low, Alan Rickman wrapped his robe tighter. He followed the attendant, his eyes swept over the pile of spears stuck on the ground like a forest, and the nervous patrol The soldiers passed by, and after returning salutes to the soldiers who saluted him several times, they finally arrived at the destination——the Chinese army's big tent, which is also the king's tent.

The moment he entered the tent, the light inside the tent came out, and the guards standing outside stared eagerly at the fleeting light. It was not until long after the heavy curtains of the tent were lowered that they turned their heads again. Watch out for enemies in the dark.

Inside the tent, the animal oil lamp radiated poor heat and faint light to the surroundings. Under the illumination of the oil lamp, the archmage could barely see the scene inside the tent:

There are five creatures sitting on the ground in a circular shape in the tent, among them is the human race who sits straight like a statue, is the commander he is loyal to, the former lord of Guixu City, and now the commander of the coalition army, Elandi Inrasil; On his left side, with the warhammer in his hand, is the commander of the dwarves, Grimnir Lava, in heavy armor; the elf who is kneeling on the right side of Inrahil, with his short wand horizontally placed on his knee, is The king chosen by the remaining elves -- Ulthuan-Stardew.

Sitting facing Inrahir, one is the chieftain of the orcs, Morgrim-Red Q, and the other is the representative of the Dragon Clan, Dol Amroth.

Alan learned through studying history that many years ago, this meeting should have many names, such as the meeting of sages, or the performance of martial arts by all saints. There should have been many people participating in this meeting, and the tent should not have been able to sit at all. .....Representatives of goblins, sea tribes, ogres, winged tribes, and other races should gather together.

According to the records in the book, this meeting should have been held in the magnificent dome of the world, there should have been soft non-artificial light entering the hall, and there should have been demon servants holding censers offering incense at the edge of the hall... .
....Instead of the present situation, where only representatives of five races participated in the meeting, in a small tent, under the light of an animal oil lamp whose flame was so weak that it seemed to be extinguished at any time...
That flame is so erratic, as if it might be extinguished at any time... just like the current fate of this world.

"Sorry," gritted his teeth, and after suppressing the infinite sadness, Alan bowed to the five commanders in the tent, "I just finished casting the spell, and I'm still in a daze..."

"Now that things are going on, there's nothing left to hide." The orc chief Mogrim's eyes flashed a hint of helplessness, "The end of the world has come. Even if you are afraid, no one will blame you."

Alan looked at the orcs who used to be afraid of nothing but hunger so sad, and couldn't help feeling in his heart——The Lord of the Black Mist, which has already invaded half of the world, brought fear to the orcs other than famine, making them fearless these days The orcs actually felt hopeless for the first time.

"The world will not come to an end. It is us who will usher in the end. The world will continue to exist many years after we disappear..." The dwarf king let out a sigh that did not match his mighty appearance, The calmness on his face made one think he was a hermit.

As the one with the deepest obsession among all the races in the world, have the dwarves given up their obsession after being oppressed...

Thinking of this, Alan looked at the haggard elf again, with broken clothes and no gold at all, and a sense of sadness couldn't help but surge from the bottom of his heart.

But just before this sadness turned into tears, Alan saw the eyes of Inrahir --- those eyes were clear, sharp, and more importantly, they were exuding a kind of sadness in life, and it was just time to die brazenly. Today's firmness.

Seeing the owner of these eyes nodding to him, Alan Rickman suddenly felt the sadness in his heart turn into a warm current in an instant, and the condensation of tears was suddenly interrupted.

"Alan Rickman is here to report that all preparations have been completed." The archmage bowed firmly and proudly to the five people in front of him.

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly changed.

At that moment, the muscles all over Mogrim's body seemed to swell in an instant, and fierce light came out from his eyes in his heart; the dwarf king subconsciously grabbed his chest, the empty place that should have been The place where the dwarves' paranoid symbol [Book of Revenge] was placed; the haggard elf Osuen raised his head, and at that moment, his eyes were shining brightly, as if bathed in the moonlight again; Flashes of hope.

"Everything that can be done has been done," the archmage said slowly but firmly, looking at the five kings present, "The next step is to march bravely to the battlefield where the black and white twin gods are about to collide."

Hearing Alan's words, the kings present here just mustered up their aura, and there was a tendency to shrink back, but at this moment, somewhere in an abandoned barn where the army was stationed on a farm, The rooster, which was not taken away by its owner during the hasty evacuation, opened its throat and let out a sharp cry.

In the dark morning, on the land of spring covered with death, the rooster loudly welcomes the unseen life.

Responding to the call, Inrasil held his head high and spoke in a majestic voice:

"The ancestors of all of us used to play with Goddess N's goodwill, or took advantage of her power, or plundered it. When the goddess split into two demon gods, black and white, all of us couldn't escape. Our ancestors feasted on a feast made of the goddess' corpse, and it is we, our grandchildren, who pay the bill."

"It does sound unfair, but by talking about [unfair], complaining and not standing up, we'll never be able to pay our debts, never be able to move forward."

"The power of the black and white demon gods has covered the entire world. No matter which side wins in the end, it will be a tragic defeat for us; if the black demon god wins, the world will fall into absolute chaos, and everything will be in the endless desire. Rot in the abyss, and eventually return to nothingness; if the White Demon God wins, all the intense and colorful emotions will disappear completely, and all of us will turn into emotionless inorganic substances, and finally return to nothingness..."

"Why did the real goddess entrust her last remaining goodwill to the world and her last hope to the world? Isn't it just for this moment?"

Inrahir's impassioned words came to an end temporarily, and the other four kings looked at each other. Soon, Dragon King Dor Amros spoke:

"But the world is already owned by the black and white demon gods, and their respective demon armies are the sum of all the forces in the world except us, and we only have [-] warriors..."

"On the battlefield of the decisive battle between black and white, all the warriors of the world will appear there," the orc chieftain looked into the distance, as if he wanted to see through the tent and the darkness, where the darkness and the white light border the place that had already been killed. In the doomsday battlefield where blood flowed like a river, "6000 people, compared with the continuous influx of combat power from all over the world, we... are too small."

"Also, under the control of the black and white demon gods, almost all the warriors have a little goddess power," Dol Amross said bitterly, "This is true of the dragon clan. If you look at the dragon clan alone, there are tens of thousands of them." With the power of the goddess, the immortal dragon warriors, [-] race mixed troops, how to fight, even if I am the dragon king, I will be drowned in the dragon group, not to mention, I am only the dragon king squire..."

"The goodwill and hope left to us by the real goddess are not just will and words," Inrasil interrupted Dol Amros's frustrated words, "What the goddess left us is even more powerful."

"What power is there?" Mogrim said with fear in his eyes, "During the reckless actions of the ancestors, the power of the goddess has long been divided by the black and white demon gods. Even if the goddess's bones have the power to stay, It should also be the insignificant power that those demon gods don't bother to divide up..."

"No, the goddess still has the last trump card left..." Inrahill shook her head, her eyes full of hope.

As he spoke eloquently, the light of hope in the eyes of the other four leaders lit up bit by bit.

"If this is the case, maybe we can really reach the engine of origin before the Black and White Demon God. In that case, there is hope for the Supreme Dragon!" Dole Amroth said excitedly.

"The blood of the stars, and Alexander, the magic soldier who needs the blood of the stars to drive it... Omega... I always thought that was the exaggeration of the ancestors... Oh my god..." Usuan-Xinglu trembled all over , biting his own nails and mumbling frantically.

"That legendary red battle ax... the ancestors, isn't that a legend..."

"Those legendary steel giants, the vengeance of the clansmen, can be avenged!"

"So, we still have the power to fight," Inrasil said loudly, "The Goddess' bequest will come soon. After the Goddess' bequest arrives, we will march to the battlefield of the eternal battle!!! Now, let us Let's discuss it carefully..."

I don’t know how long after the meeting ended, and when only Inlahill and Alan Rickman were left in the tent, the determination and bravery on Inlahill’s face disappeared instantly, replaced by a tired, straight body Also suddenly startled, bent a little.

At the same time, his face also began to change, becoming exactly the same as when Huang Lang was young, with black hair and black eyes.

"You're exhausted," Alan Rickman's voice sounded in Inrasil's ear, but at this moment, the old age in the voice has disappeared, replaced by a softness like a clear spring, "Would you like to have a good time?" take a break?"

"It's useless to rest, it's because I'm tired," the black-haired young man sighed helplessly, "Who would have thought that all of this would be like this, and that all of this would be so difficult? Forget it, let's not talk about me, how about you , has anyone seen it?"

"Of course I saw it."

"how?"

"Extremely handsome, but a little immature, but that's normal, isn't it?"

"Don't talk to me at this moment. Time is running out and the decisive battle is imminent, so tell me quickly, what's the matter?"

"Why are you so irritable?"

"The final decisive battle is imminent, but the heroes who have been sung for thousands of years are still like this bear. How can you not be upset? Tell me, is the world really like that after a thousand years? Has our prayer been conveyed to a thousand years later? "

"Conveyed, I'm sure."

"If you say that, well, then, let's prepare for our... final battle."

"It's also a battle of hope for the future."

The soft voice became wild and firm. Inrasil looked up and saw a pair of wild and vibrant eyes like a tiger.

With a snap, the book in Huang Lang's hand fell from his hand, and the heavy book hit his feet, making him scream.

Seeing the scene in front of her, the female soldier who was about to borrow a book from Alwina couldn't help but burst out laughing, and with the laughter, the black braids on her chest trembled every now and then. , she bent down, and easily picked up the tome [Millennium Dynasty], and looked at the cover...
"Hey? This is the one I want to borrow. Have you finished reading it?"

The female warrior looked at Huang Lang, blinking her big eyes, like a big cat, full of wildness and vitality.

　Ah, this chapter is very important
　　There are so many clues to explode
　　look slowly

　　If you don’t want to dig deep, you can wait for me to untie it slowly
　　But you have to read it, because if you don’t read it, you will find it inexplicable!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)