Tomorrow's Ark, please don't die

"With all due respect, general, I don't deny that the occasional thunderbolt can give Kazdel a better foothold, but if you want to survive for a long time, you have to give up something."

Fia Tina means a lot,

"Cazdel's former glory is gone, General."

In an instant, Fiatina felt as if she was being targeted by death.

Chapter 20 A Thought

At that moment, Fiatina felt that she was being watched by death.

It was not the terrifying suffocating threat of the inner guard, nor the arrogant killing intent of the Syracuse killer.He just stood there, carrying the last wish of the ancient empire, and carrying endless murderous intent.

But in an instant, the ferocious murderous aura disappeared instantly, Teresis's expression became solemn, and he regained his indifferent expression.

"You don't understand Kazdel's past glory. I don't care. After all, you are a junior. You have never seen our swords tear the sky, nor have you seen our witchcraft cover this land. Our land was once ours. Every land in sight.”

Teresis said in a deep voice, using the ancient language of Ticatz, and the obscure characters seemed to be transformed into substance and presented in front of Fiadina.

This is racial oppression.

No matter how weird Fia Tina's appearance is, her identity is an out-and-out Sarkaz.Memories derived from blood cannot deceive people.

It's a connection.

"Stop."

This time, It was Teresia who spoke.

Her words were like clear waves, and she directly resisted Teresis's Tikaz language for Fiatina.

"Old languages ​​are not for our friends, Tracys, you've done it."

"I'm just helping her understand, I'm just inviting her to understand my resentment."

"The hatred of ancient times is left in ancient times, and our anger should not be imposed on others."

The smile on Teresia's face disappeared in an instant, replaced by a cold and terrifying indifference,

"Fiatina is just stating her own thoughts, and I don't want you to kill this hope in the bud."

Tracy frowned.

But soon, he stretched out again.

"She can understand me, she thinks from a completely neutral point of view. She does not belong to any side of Sarkaz, but only to herself. I am just stating the resentment I bear, I am just inviting her Hear the wailing of the clouds overhead."

Tracy's eyes were only on Teresia, and his words were in a rare cadence.

As long as it gets the support of Fia Tina, the Fia block will soon join the camp of the military committee, and there is hope of solving the problem of Sarkaz.

As for Wang Ting...

The current top ten royal courts are simply patchwork. It is undeniable that they are just remnants of the old era, like withered trees, still greedily absorbing the nutrients of this land.

And Tracys and Teresia also have their own pursuers. As long as Fiatina joins, the other side will inevitably compromise under the guidance of public opinion.

All Sarkaz unite.

Everything will have hope again.

"Right now, the spark of hope stands before us."

Teresia stared at Teresis's face, she said word by word,

"We've all never seen a spark so strong, and in fact, we're trying to hold it in our hands even if it's a sliver of hope. We should all calm down and think about whether this is the only chance we have in this life."

"Let me choose, and I will only follow through to the end."

Tracy replied.

"I know, that's why I said we all need to calm down."

Teresia replied calmly, her eyes were indifferent, across Teresis, and finally landed on Fiatina,

"She has to get the answers herself."

"Herself?"

Teresis frowned, and he retorted dissatisfiedly,

"It's because you are so indecisive that this meeting has been deadlocked for so long! Where did your courage as a hero go? Back then, our combat meetings never lasted longer than 30 seconds."

"That's because our enemies won't give us thinking, it's different now, Tracy, we're sitting here."

Teresia did not raise her head, and continued to stare at Fiatina. She took a deep breath, and the "black crown" that symbolized the Demon King appeared on top of her head.

"Fiya, you are qualified."

Teresia's tone was calm, but with a certain old epic sense.

"...qualifications?"

Fia Tina shrank her neck subconsciously. Tracy's suppression still made her feel lingering fear. The absence of Shirtel and other partners made her feel that she was in danger at all times.

Qualification, qualification again.

Fia Tina couldn't help wondering, what is the so-called qualification she possessed?

Her organization is getting bigger and bigger, and Fei Ya's life is at a height that ordinary people can't touch.But Fia Tina has never been proud of this, because she knows that all she has is the selfless dedication of the people around her.

And Fiatina herself, does she really have this qualification?

"..."

Fiatina couldn't help thinking.

"The qualification to meet taboos and the truth of history."

Theresa said.

In fact, Kelsey was supposed to do it.

But Teresi desperately needed an answer, and so did Teresia.Their time has never been abundant, just like the military committee always has endless things to deal with.

Fiatina's eyes widened.

She was a little apprehensive, but she was inexplicably eager to know the truth.

She knows that it doesn't matter whether she is really qualified or not. When she stands in this position, there is only one thing she can do.

She had to make herself eligible.

As a result, her gaze became firm again.

The holy halo and light wings exuded bright light, and Teresis inevitably frowned, and then he stretched them out again.

"What are your thoughts?"

A smile appeared on Teresia's face again, even though she already knew the answer, she still asked.

If Fiatina is unwilling, then she will definitely let Fiatina walk out of here safe and sound until she is ready.

Sarkaz should be free.

Teresia still remembered what Fiatina told her at that time, and she still remembered the throbbing in her heart when she heard those words.

"I want to know the answer!"

Fia Tina hardly hesitated.

The sound seemed to gushes from the throat.

Teresis and Teresia looked at each other, and they both understood and spoke at the same time.

"Listen to my anger."

Tracys said.

"Feel my calling."

Theresa said.

"Witness, the taboo belonging to this land, the real...past."

The ancient language of Tikaz leads the girl's consciousness to pursue the forgotten past, and what greets her will be the truth of countless histories.

At this moment, both the general and the demon king fell silent. Their eyes were fixed on the girl who had fallen silent, waiting for...the awakening of a thought.

Fiatina closed her eyes.

She felt her body plunge into darkness.

Chapter 21 Witness

dark.

Endless darkness.

Fiadina felt that she had fallen into an invisible abyss, and the unspeakable sadness wrapped her up, as if it had turned into substance, pulling her hands and feet, and pulling Fiadina's body. Deeper.

She is about to witness the truth.

She can only witness.

Tick.

Probably some liquid dripping.

When she regained her sight, she found that she was staring at the green grass trembling with the wind. The dew on the grass fell, drawing Fiatina's gaze to a small groove below.

There were shallow puddles of water.

She raised her head and saw a piece of peace.

The sun in the sky stared proudly at the earth, the gentle light poured down, the sky was endless, and occasionally a few feathered beasts could be seen shouting happily.

She saw Sarkaz... no, it was Tikaz appearing in groups on this land. They regard this land as their home, and their glory is everywhere.

That was the time when Ticats was at its most prosperous.

Fia Tina frowned, and she stretched out her hand towards the illusory distance.

Tick.

What liquid is dripping again.

Fiatina subconsciously looked away.

The dew drops that were still clear just now turned into bright colors, and kept sliding down the body that fell in the grass at some point.

The girl's face turned pale in an instant, and the sadness that seemed to have dissipated just now flowed like a tide again.

she sees.

Most of the sun in the sky sank into the distant mountains, and the setting sun like blood sprinkled on the iron-gray city, and the black flag fluttered, but it was dilapidated.

Not a feathered beast could be seen in the sky, and the ears were occupied by the harsh sound of collisions made of metal objects.

Scarred warriors lined up in front of the city walls, holding rusted or broken swords.

It even includes children.

In the future, it will be a child who is too young to hold a sword, or an old man who cannot lift a knife.Most of them carry bows and arrows in groups of two, and they are even simple enough to pick up a hunting bow and set foot on the battlefield.

And their enemies have already stood in front of this dilapidated city.

Fiatina was speechless.

A surge of anger.

A pang of sadness.

Their enemies wore massive steam armor, and every step could make the already unstable city tremble slightly.

Their enemies pushed terrifying cannons, and the black hole of the cannons might not be a problem for an adult to squeeze into.

Their enemies carried standard staffs and robes, and their splendid Originium skills could easily destroy a city-state.

Witnessed by Fiatina.