Wizard From Afar

"...To sum up, I think that only the most objective, plain, and no emotional rhetoric to describe the'final battle' of this empire defense battle is the The most suitable.

My assistants and apprentices questioned why I must insist on starting writing a few years after the war-only in this way can I get rid of the shackles of emotion and subjectivity, and let the passionate blood Only by being calm can we leave an objective documentary, not an exciting poem.

The latter...as far as I know, there are already countless, and there is no shortage of famous articles.

First of all What I want to say are those heroes who incarnate the city wall of the empire.

Drecis, the deputy commander of Duanjieshan, led the heavy cavalry to charge from the front when the Azores launched the general attack. The soldiers won enough time;

Sir Lord Aaron of Knight of Lothar, unfortunately fell from his horse while fighting with the reinforcements of the Azores, and was besieged by a large number of enemies; after the battle, the Lothar girl Jue once personally searched for his bones, but unfortunately, they did not find them.

The surviving Knight solemnly vowed said that he saw Sir Aaron’s body glowing with golden light, and he was rushing The moment I entered the enemy line, I was ascended to heaven by the Holy Cross—rationality told me that this was not true, but I still believed this "lie" willingly.

Bain Mountain Rock Fort count Angelt, Lake Heart City count Lan Malos was killed before and after, and used his life for Byrne Legion to win back the turning point of turning defeat into victory; Glory Tower count Gerant, this one is comparable to Baima Peak count Rigeler, but is always inconspicuous Your lord, use the last charge to regain a city for your repeated defeats and battles.

In addition to the flag gun castle count Salard, the Broken Sword tower count Elandil, and the loyal soul castle. count Bowes-Legion, the most glorious battle, also paid the heaviest casualties of the empire. Only in the first battle, the round table was half empty, comparable to the era of the Black Duke.

·Jonah, Byrne Crimson Blood Castle count Charlotte, Storm Castle count Glenwell-these three elves raid the rear of the empire in Azores, relying on the personal prestige of the Grand Duke and the Female Count to organize soldiers on the spot Defensively, he bought enough time for Brandon to return to help.

Needless to say, the prestigious Grand Duke of Scimitar, the defeat on the frontal battlefield cannot dampen her sharpness; but the Scarlet Castle The prestige of the female count is almost entirely based on her diplomatic skills and proficiency in trade;

She proved that she is worthy of being the descendant of King Knight with a victory that is almost a reversal.

For the empire, the truly meaningful part of this war is not the heroes, or even the victory— -It is unceremonious to say that if there is no final earth-shattering reversal, the empire must be defeated, not the Azores... They are the one who is tactically blameless and truly controls the overall situation.

There have been many key victories in the history of the empire, each of which is related to the destiny of the empire, the destiny of the world: the great conquest of Eckhardt I, the "sage" Brandon's blood valley Battle, the "Final Battle" of the Queen of Mad Dragon...

But this time, for the first time...wizards have become the key to victory in the war. The contributions and sacrifices made by the previously unknown wizards , Enough to make all the servants of the Holy Cross feel ashamed.

A total of four wizard tower veterans headed by Albert Master, four senior mentors, and the Fiend hunters and elven war dancers who guarded them, were all buried in Eboden City;

Among the only survivors, His Excellency Dalton Kander was seriously injured and his body almost collapsed; when I saw him again, he looked as if he was twenty years old overnight, from a lean middle age person to a dying old man.

Dame Lotaire lost her right arm. No one knows the reason. I once got some information from my friend Lu Sien, which vaguely seems to be related to him;

Luzn Wertz, my friend...won't wake up from a serious injury, I stayed outside the door all night while he was receiving treatment; I didn't want to admit it, but I did think he really was leaving me forever.

Apart from this there are also Ayn ​​Rand, Isaac Grantham, Peter Fassa... more than a hundred wizards from Golovin, Scarlet Blood Castle, Eboden and all over the Empire, for this Great sacrifices were made in this war, something that has never happened in the past.

Naturally, there is also Loren Torino...my friend, and half of my mentor on the way forward, he used a very shocking and cruel way to paint this war with Perfection. period.

As a follower of the Holy Cross, then I could clearly feel that I was standing on the edge of the world's transformation—this is indeed the case. Today, a few years later, I can even see a wizard apprentice Appearing in the church like an ordinary person seems to be a common occurrence.

They will never understand how much their ancestors have made sacrifices for this and the power of an ordinary person... I sincerely pray to the Holy Cross, they will never really understand, forever Don't experience the same sufferings as their ancestors.

But if you want to experience it, I believe they will be as brave as their ancestors, or even more brave, I firmly believe in this.

And I, the bishop of Byrne Church, is outside of imperial politics, a follower of faith-I know that this world will make some changes, as to whether these changes are good or bad... who knows?

Better than nothing..."

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Imperial barracks, prison.

The flickering flames shined through the cold iron fence, reflecting a silhouette kneeling on the wall.

The shackles on the arms and neck were pulled tight, forcing the silhouette to double The arms are raised flat and the chest is straightened; the chains of the ankles and the waist and hips are tied together, so that he can't even relax a little bit, he can only maintain the "upright sitting" position of knees all the time.

look up to sky and heave a deep sigh, open your chest and sit down on your knees... If it weren't for the chains and bars on your body, this would be the most standard prayer posture for saints.

Of course, the owner of this silhouette There is absolutely nothing to do with the saints.

Holding on the bars, Loren looked at the silhouette intently.

"Loren Torino...I thought you were not coming. "

The little elf Prince Lazily spoke, as if he was enjoying a snack while talking to the people around him: "Your prince... well, now seems to be the emperor... for fear of letting me run away. Just nailed a short sword forged with Mithril into my spine, and I almost died of bleeding! "

He was full of resentment, as if he was complaining to a friend about the bad luck of one day.

"Just in case, after all, you are the Royal of the Azores. Family...Finally, the descendants of Xiong Yingwang, of course you have to be careful. "

black hair wizard said quietly.

"Yes, yes, I understand, understand—the empire has defeated the Azores, and such a great war requires a suitable , The symbolic ending, let everything come to an end...I am the symbol, I am dead, even if the war is over, so..."

The little Prince stopped talking to himself. Slowly lowered his raised head and stared at Loren.

He could feel that the other party had become a little different from before—the specifics are indescribable, but the little Prince is faint. There is an illusion that the one standing in front of him is not an empire.

It is the body of the Evil God who devours people.

"What happened? "

It's not easy...Loren can clearly see his tightened neck and flushed face, as well as his trembling body nailed by a mithril dagger.

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"It's over, it's all over. "

The black hair wizard shook his head: "From this moment on, the name Azores has become history. "

"At this moment? "

"Yes, at this moment...Almost a quarter of an hour ago, His Majesty Brandon Desalion flew to the coast of Eboden with three giant dragons-as he promised before, Allow the surviving Azores to return to your hometown by boat. "

"Ah, this way..."

The little Prince understood immediately.

Brandon promised to let them go, but did not guarantee that he would not Pursue and kill; hundreds of ships full of elves and no weapons encountered a three-headed giant dragon in the unobstructed sea …the end is obvious.

There is no consternation, and no anger. Instead, he seems to let out a Long relaxed breath, like a relief.

"Actually, it doesn't need to be so troublesome at all. "

After a few seconds of silence, the elf Prince lazily said: "Let them return to their hometown, the final fate is the same, maybe it will be even worse, being eaten and wiped by the monsters everywhere, or Become a new monster in a land overflowing with nothingness;

But...I can understand that I can act voluntarily without being blamed, unbridled revenge and ravages, venting desires, and bullying the weak. Who doesn't want to do that? "

"I don't want to do that, but there is a reason to force it to be patient. "

As if in a dream, the elf Prince muttered to himself, and suddenly turned his gaze to Loren: "So...what about me?" "

"What will I end up with?" "

The plain tone seems to be just casual questioning.

But the answer is simple.

"Life is better than death. "

"en?"

The elf little Prince didn't react at once.

"You are the last Azores, and the war is over. A symbol of, Brandon... he won't let you off so easily and burned to ashes happily. "

Loren looked directly at the stunned face: "He wants to show off you as a spoils of war, as a tool to win people's hearts and control power; the more you live, the more the empire will remember this war. One day, this is important to Brandon. "

"So...probably when you are completely useless to him, that is, when you are completely forgotten by the empire, he will probably remember to kill you, right? "

This time the little Prince was silent for a long time.

His eyes revealed a very complicated mood. In the end, the long sighed seemed to admit his fate.

"This should last for a long, long time, and I will live like a year every day. "

"On the contrary, you will live a wonderful life. "Loren interrupted.

"Why?" "

"Because there are too many people who want to kill you, and their desire to kill you is even greater than their loyalty to Brandon and the Empire. "

"Oh...the mindless gang, they never understand how useful a living enemy is. "The little elf Prince twitched his lips very dismissively:

"So, I now have a bunch of enthusiastic followers-although not the kind of good followers, but desperately The one who wants to kill me desperately? "

Loren nodded.

"So...you didn't make a special trip to see me, but happened to meet a few fools who wanted to kill me when passing by, let them down Afterwards, come in and take a look, make sure I'm still alive? "

"It's almost like that. "Loren admits it.

The face of the elf Prince was pulled down in an instant, and the emotional change even made the atmosphere a little different.

"Uh...a bit disappointed, But it’s not incomprehensible; you are the winner, and the winner can do whatever he wants to the loser. I understand, I understand—I don’t deny it. I have also thought about many plans for how to rectify you after defeating you. There was a period of insomnia, and I was relying on this to pass the time. "

" Then again, since the emperor of the empire is not in a hurry to kill me, that means I can live a long time-very good, to be honest, I am an Azov Elf, the biggest feature of our Azor elves is that they like to pretend not to be afraid of death... But I belong to the less mainstream Azorel elves, and being alive is more important to me. "

The little elf Prince deliberately pretended to be nonchalant, with a tone of deep disappointment.

Of course, this may also be pretended.

"I guess you are leaving, right? "

Took a deep breath, the fairy Prince tried his best to look towards Loren with the corner of his eye: "I don't know what you are going to do, but probably in your eyes this war is over. Everything is back to normal, the prosperous age is coming, long live the emperor, long live the empire, you can enjoy..."

"It is not over yet. "

The interrupted elf little Prince was stunned, and for the first time a look of astonishment appeared in his eyes.

"You know? "

"I know. "Black hair wizard slightly nodded: "I still know why it came—I know that the Azores did indeed choose this Road of No Return for the continuation and survival of the race; I know you have How compelled by circumstances, I also know that you are indeed betting on everything. "

"Unfortunately, you lost. "

The stunned little elven Prince didn't notice his flushed face at all, facing Loren's eyes.

"Yes, we lost; to be honest, say we lost. I was very unwilling, because I had already won...If you didn't show up as a cheating guy, I should have become Xiong Yingwang. "

"We will save the destiny of the race, save this world, and create a civilization as glorious as the giant dragon kingdom...If you don't...you, Loren Torino. "

"If it weren't for you, it would be fine. "

He has a deep and lost tone with deep resentment and hatred.

It would be fine if I were not there...

Loren looked at him, Looking at Rodría Azor’s resentful and vicious eyes-there is no melancholy at the end of the game, no excitement and emotion after the game with the opponent, only because of failure...incompetent anger.

"It would be fine without me... Well, you are right. "

Looking at the little elven Prince's slightly surprised eyes, Loren was nodded:

"I assure you, you, them, they and... him ……You all person. "

"All will die here. "