The thunder became thinner and the dark clouds dispersed.

In the valley where the cold wind blew, the cavalry who had escaped were frightened and looked up carefully. When they saw that the torch in the palm of the flag officer was still burning, the battle flag of the empire was still fluttering, then they were exposed. The expression of "gratification".

The thunderstorm that lasted for almost a quarter of an hour seemed to have spent a whole life in the memory of many cavalrymen; in the private diaries of many knights and officers, almost all of them used a similar writing to describe the day, Blood Skull Valley Fragment of the battle:

"... When the sun goes down, we follow the Duke of Byrne to launch the final charge to the abyss of hell; we fight blood with the devil in hell, fight with the screams of the undead, lift up the empire in the storms that thunder and thunder Flag of

We waved flag guns to fight, encouraged courage with shouts, and defeated fear with sacrifice; we were surrounded by enemies with as many as one sand, as many ants as dense, flood-like fear, and no retreat;

It wasn't until the Duke defeated the devil and tore the gate of **** with the "dawn" sword that he could return to the world ... "

But no matter how exaggerated the gorgeous and complicated words are, it can't describe the cavalry who lived and wept, and the sorrow of the robe beside him, and the mixed mood of the two emotions.

And when they looked up with sorrow and joy, they found that there was no carrion in the whole valley.

Hundreds of thousands of monsters, enough to submerge the Boundary Mountain, disappeared into the Valley of Blood Skeleton without a trace.

Apart from the "grit" everywhere, there was nothing left.

"Empire, gather--!"

Waving the battle flag left by the fallen flag officer, the Earl of Baimafeng shouted loudly in the valley: "I am Regrell, Earl of Baimafeng, the cavalry commander appointed by the Duke himself!"

"In the name of the Duke, I order you to immediately gather near the flag officers around you, to the nearest torch you can see; all the heralds and trumpeters who heard my voice immediately sounded the assembly horn , Build up the army! "

"Save the wounded around you, help your comrades-whether he is a Sacran, a Boe or a Bain, whether they are servants or knights, soldiers or officers, I will order you in the name of the Duke to protect you Comrades in arms! "

"The last order is also the most important-any cavalry who finds the Duke must immediately report, obey all his requirements, and at the same time give your mount to the Duke, this is a military order! Repeat, this is a military order!"

The breathing Earl of White Horse beckoned behind him and let the cavalry disperse nearby.

"Do you think you can find Lord Loren as soon as possible?"

Lusien turned his head aside and looked anxiously at Regrel: "The state of mind is lifted, which means that the battle is over-no matter whether Lord Loren won or not, he must be very dangerous now ..."

"No matter how anxious you are, he is still dangerous!" Count Regrel steals: "Calm down, our Duke is not so vulnerable; our knights are also more loyal than they seem."

"Don't forget, when the Duke rushed down, none of them hesitated, none turned back, was this not enough to prove their loyalty ?!"

The gray pupil who bit his lower lip had nothing to refute. He could only look around, looking at all possible places.

At this moment ...

"Come on, find it!"

"We found it, the Duke is here!"

"Blow trumpet, blow trumpet quickly, report the Duke's position!"

... Noisy words and chaotic horseshoes made Lushen turn his head suddenly, and from a distance he could see a group of cavalrymen carrying torches and flags.

"Lusien, hurry up and find some medical demon hunters, give Lord Duke ... Hello, Lussien!"

The gray pupil who had not heard the sound of Regrel's shouting behind him had already rushed away.

When he pushed the servant who stepped forward to question his identity, brandished a knight who said he wanted to protect the Duke's safety, and rushed past the crowd unceremoniously, he saw a figure standing in the wilderness holding a sword, his expression somewhat stunned.

Before that figure was a headless corpse covered in blood and curled up on the ground; its back was arched, its hands were hanging on both sides, and it was still and motionless.

From a distance, it was like kneeling down in front of a black-haired wizard standing on his sword and bowing to his knees.

But Lucien didn't care about this at all. He turned over and dismounted, carefully approaching from behind the dark-haired wizard—he was faintly touched, and Lord Loren in front of him seemed to be a little different ...

It's not that he has changed physically, but now that he can feel the depth of his consciousness, and he is afraid of the dark-haired wizard.

That fear ... It's like facing Asriel for the first time, and the "Black Cross" Serel.

"Lucien?"

The dark-haired wizard who looked back slowly shouted with a smile.

"Sir Loren!" The gray pupil quickly stepped forward, and his eyes stopped involuntarily on the bloodless headless body in front of him:

"This ... this is the culprit of the invasion of monsters and elves ... that ... the eagle king of the Azores?"

Loren nodded, indicating default.

"In this case, isn't it the end of the war ?!"

Surprised, Lucien blurted out, and then realized that his words were simply the extreme: "Ah ... ah I don't mean that, I mean ... If the king is killed, at least the offensive of the Azores must be Will it slow down because of this? "

"At least they will definitely want to redeem the eagle king's body, and then recommend a new eagle king; both Empire and Byrne can take this opportunity to rest for a while, or launch a surprise attack on the chaotic Azore elves. "

"It may not even be possible ... they will fall into the civil war for the throne and have no time to take care of the invasion!" The gray pupils said more and more excited.

Unable to interrupt Loren, he could only smile bitterly.

In fact, Lussien ’s initial idea was basically similar to that of the dark-haired wizard—if the king of eagles, the master of the Azores, could be a good hostage and captive; although he was not expected to rely on this The elves surrendered, but at least they were able to plunge into short-term chaos and fight for opportunities.

Even further, as Lusien said, when they were in a fight for the throne or the election of a new king, they rested or launched a large-scale raid to completely destroy the offensive momentum of the Azores and regain the initiative of this war. right.

But after a brief exchange, Loren found that the situation was not as simple as he thought.

The Azore elves who have paid everything will never accept the failed peace; and the empire that has paid a heavy price can also not accept that the elves can leave safely after the invasion.

At least ... the use of the head of the eagle king to gain an advantage for the empire is absolutely unnecessary.

Of course, there is the "Black Cross" Serior.

Loren sank inwardly.

Asriel warned Loren that opening the second valve meant giving the “Black Cross” Serel an opportunity to return to the physical world again; in other words, the guy may now have returned, but not yet It just appeared in front of myself.

He was curled up in a corner, waiting for his own opportunity.

As for the purpose of Serior, Loren already has some eyebrows-but no matter what he wants to do, he must first get the two holy grails and destroy the Holy Cross.

The former has a holy grail in Loren ’s hands, and now he is the only person in the world who knows where the second holy grail is;

The latter must completely dig out the foundation of the Holy Cross in this world, which means that he must help or secretly manipulate the Azore elves to defeat the empire, or at least let the elves and the empire die together.

To achieve two goals, Serel will have the most direct confrontation with Loren.

In other words, the following battle "Black Cross" Serel will no longer be able to fake others-this time, he must be both a chess player and a pawn, and he must even play in person when necessary, and can no longer hide behind the scenes to manipulate the situation Too.

Such a result ... I really don't know if it should be good or bad.

"At least, it's finally over," Loren said with some emotion.

"Yeah, come to an end-the Battle of Blood Skeleton Valley, the Fortress of the Boundary Mountain no longer needs to worry about being invaded by monsters." Lucien is also deeply touched, glancing at the sand-like carrion demons everywhere. Debris.

This was also the place where he started, where he was glorified, where he ... choose to abandon the past and vow to follow Loren Turin.

Abandoned the family, abandoned him in the bright future of the empire, but won the victory of the war of the invasion of the monsters in Loren Turin, which even Grand Duke Wurz did not have; he even defeated an evil apostle with his own hands and completed Glory never realized by the Wiltz family.

But somehow, Lucien felt no joy of victory, only endless melancholy.

The more you grow, the more you feel that the world is not the same as you think-even the enemies who want to kill themselves don't seem so evil, even worthy of sympathy, respect and praise.

At the last moment of fighting the "tyrannical apostle", the gray pupil can clearly feel that the other party is still alive. If you really want to, you can completely drag yourself to the end.

But he didn't do that-after being torn apart by a battle axe, he changed his dagger to himself, and chose to admit his defeat and his victory.

Instead of yourself ... Lucien felt that he might not have the courage to "confess" that ... it's not just responsibility and honor, but more of it is still the desire to live, dominating his body.

"Even you are a brave and admirable guy."

Looking down at the headless body of the eagle king, the gray pupil whispered to himself.

At the same time the voice fell, Lusien, who was faintly aware of something, turned his head and saw that the dark-haired wizard was looking at him playfully.

"Ah ... Lord Loren, I'm not, that's not what I mean! I, I mean the ugly elf King Eagle ..."

"No, you are right."

Lifting his right hand weakly, Loren interrupted Luisen's panic excuse: "Whether it was a decision to launch a full-scale invasion, or to go to the glacier wasteland alone, and reach a contract with the evil spirit ... The King of Eagles, indeed It's a very courageous guy. "

"Of course, he is equally cruel and ruthless, his hands are covered with blood, killing many people and friends we know, including Master Harlem van Ashamah, but ...

"These do not prevent us from respecting our enemies, just as we respect our opponents, it does not prevent us from revolting and revenge, rebuke their tyranny-because if even enemies like monsters can honestly face failure Able to respect opponents, admit their tyranny, and the cruelty of last resort ... "

"Then we can't do all this, and we frantically degrade our enemies, and treat them as if they are nothing but tyranny and cruelty ... Isn't it even the monsters?"

With that said, Loren couldn't help shrugging.

Lucian, thoughtful, bowed his head in distress.

At this very moment, there were cries of trumpets and orders from all around; the officers who assembled the cavalry began to gather from all sides of the valley towards Loren.

"Duke, your cavalry has assembled!"

Shen Ruier and Earl Ranmaros turned over and respectfully dismounted in front of the dark-haired wizard: "The soldiers on the high ground sent a signal to show you where we are going next?"

where to?

The slightly stunned dark-haired wizard couldn't help but raised the corner of his mouth.

"Since we have stood at the end of the north of the world, there is only one place we can go." Loren, who suddenly raised his voice, looked around the excited faces:

"All the staff is ready, the back team changes to the front team and pulls towards the direction of the Boundary Mountain Fortress!"

"Empire, let's go home--!"

"Go home —————— !!! Go home —————— !!!!!! Go home —————— !!!!!!”

The cries of the agitated valley went straight into Jiuxiao.

In the wave of shouting ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ the dark-haired wizard gradually calmed down, and the sound near his ears seemed to come from a far away place.

On the hillside in the distance, the dawning sun poured the dazzling sunlight on the white snow, shining with silver light; in the distance, two huge "black shadows" could be seen spreading their wings, facing the blood from the south Mukuya comes.

Without further thought, Loren had already guessed who it was.

The corners of his mouth lifted up weakly, and inexhaustible fatigue hit his body; Loren only felt that his consciousness was getting dizzy, his eyelids were getting heavier, his body seemed to fall into the cloud, and he could no longer feel the slightest weight.

"Sir Loren— ?!"

"Duke ?!"

"Master Duke!" ...

There was a mess of exclamation in his ears, but Loren was no longer concerned, his body loosened, and he leaned back. The sleepy he had fallen asleep.

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