Shaman from Afar

"... To sum up, I think that only the most objective, plain, and non-emotional words are the most appropriate to describe the" end game "of this empire defense battle.

My assistants and apprentices questioned why I must insist on writing only a few years after the war. Only in this way can I get rid of emotional and subjective shackles, calm the passionate blood, and leave an objective documentary for future generations , Not exciting poetry.

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

The first thing to talk about is the heroes who have become the walls of the Empire.

Dressis, deputy commander of the Boundary Mountain, he led the heavy cavalry to charge from the front when the Azore elves launched the general attack, and won enough time for his soldiers;

Sir Aaron, the Knight of the Lothal Knight, unfortunately fell into the horse while fighting with the Azore Elf reinforcements, and was besieged by a large number of enemies; after the battle, the Countess Lotel once personally searched for his corpse, but unfortunately, he did not find it.

The surviving Knight of Lothal vowed to say that he personally saw Sir Aaron ’s body glowing with gold, and he was ascended into the kingdom of heaven by the Holy Cross at the moment he rushed into the enemy. The reason told me that this was not true, but I was still willing. Believe this "lie".

Count Angut of Bian Mountain Rock Fort, Count Ramaloth of Lake City, died before and after, and used his life to win back the turnaround of the Baine Legion; Gerant, the Count of the Glorious Tower, is not the same as Count Ragrell of the White Horse Peak. Comparable adults, who are always inconspicuous, use the final charge to win back a city for their repeated defeats.

In addition, there are Salard, Earl of the Speargun, Elendil, Earl of the Broken Sword Tower, and the most glorious Bayern Legion, the Earl of Boss, the Earl of the Loyal Soul. They also paid the worst casualties across the empire. Only one battle, round table Half of the vacancies are comparable to those of the Black Duke.

Archbishop Sally Kayonna, Charlotte, Earl of Bain's Red Blood Castle, and Glenwell, Earl of Stormburger, attacked the rear of the empire in the Azores with elves, relying on the personal reputation of the Grand Duchess and the Countess. To organize the defense of the soldiers and to buy enough time for His Majesty Brandon to return.

The majestic majesty of the machete needless to say, the fiasco of the frontal battlefield cannot frustrate her sharpness; but the reputation of the countess of the Red Blood Castle is almost entirely based on her diplomatic means and trade proficiency;

She proved herself worthy of being a descendant of the knight king with a victory that almost reversed the battle.

For the empire, the real part of this war is not the heroes, or even the victory. It is not polite to say that if there is no final reversal, the defeat will be the empire, not the Azores ... they are It is the tactically blameless party who really controls the overall situation.

The history of the empire has won many crucial victories, each of which is related to the destiny of the empire and the destiny of the world: the great conquest of Eckhart I, the battle of the "sage" Brandon Valley of Blood, The final battle "...

But this time, for the first time ... the wizards became the key to victory in the war. The contributions and sacrifices made by the unknown wizards in the past are enough to shame all the servants of the Holy Cross.

Headed by Master Albert, a total of four wizard tower veterans, four senior mentors, and guardian hunters and elven war dancers who guarded them were all buried in Ebden;

The only survivor, Lord Dalton Kander, was seriously injured and his body nearly collapsed; when I saw him again, he looked like he was aging twenty years old overnight, from a capable middle-aged man to a twilight old man.

Lotelle lost her right arm, no one knows the reason, I once got some information from my friend Lucien, vaguely seems to be related to him;

Luss Enverz, my friend ... won't wake up seriously, I stayed outside the door while he was being treated; I didn't want to admit it, but I really thought he was going to leave me forever.

In addition, there are Einland, Isaac Grantham, Peter Fassa ... from Golovin, Red Blood Castle, Ebden, and more than one hundred wizards from all over the empire to do this war There was a huge sacrifice, this is something that has never happened in the past.

Nature, and Loren Turin ... My friends, and half of my mentors on the way, he used a very shocking and cruel way to complete the war.

As a follower of Holy Cross, I was able to clearly feel that I was standing on the verge of world transformation. This is indeed the case. A few years later, today, I can even see a wizard apprentice appear in the church like an ordinary person. It seems to be a common thing.

They will never understand how much sacrifice their predecessors made for the same power as ordinary people ... I sincerely pray to Holy Cross that they will never really understand and never experience the same as their predecessors Suffering.

But to experience, I believe they will be as brave as their predecessors, and even braver, I firmly believe this.

And I, the bishop of the Bayern Church, are outside of imperial politics, and followers of faith. I know that the world is about to make some changes, as to whether these changes are good or bad ... who knows?

Is better than nothing ... "

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Emperor camp, prison.

The flickering firelight reflected through the cold iron fence, reflecting a figure kneeling by the wall.

The strain on his arms and neck shackles forced the figure to have his arms lifted up and his chest raised; the chains of his ankles and hips were tied together, so that he could not even relax a little, he could only keep it. Kneeling "right sitting" posture.

Sighed in the sky, opened his arms and sat on his knees ... if it wasn't for the chains and iron windows on his body, this was simply the most standard saint's prayer posture.

Of course, the master of this figure has absolutely nothing to do with the saints.

Leaning against the window, Loren looked at the figure intently.

"Lorren Torino ... I thought you weren't coming."

The elf little prince spoke lazily, as if enjoying a snack while talking to the people around him: "Your prince ... er, it seems to be the emperor now ... I'm afraid I'll run away, so I forge with a mysterious silver My dagger is nailed to my spine, and I almost bleed to death! "

Full of complaints, as if complaining about a bad day with a friend.

"Just in case, you are the royal family of the Azores ... after all, the descendants of the eagle king, of course, be careful."

The dark-haired wizard said quietly.

"Yes, yes, I understand. I understand that the empire defeated the Azores. Such a great war needs a proper, symbolic ending, so that everything will come to an end ... I am the symbol, I am dead, even if it is this The war is over, so ... "

The little elf prince stopped talking to himself, and slowly lowered his raised head, staring at Loren.

He can feel that the other party has become somewhat different from before. The concrete is indescribable, but the elven little prince has a delusion that he is not an empire standing in front of him.

Is the body of the evil spirit that eats people.

"What's the result?"

It's not easy ... Lorren can clearly see his tightened neck and blushing face, as well as his body trembling constantly nailed into the Mithril Dagger.

"It's over, everything is over."

The dark-haired wizard shook his head: "From this moment, the name Azore has become history."

"this moment?"

"Yes, at this moment ... Almost a quarter of an hour ago, His Majesty Brandon de Salion took three dragons to the coast of Ebden as he had promised before, allowing the surviving Azores to take a boat and return. Your hometown. "

"Ah, this ..."

The little prince of elves immediately understood.

Brandon promised to let them go, but there was no guarantee that they would not hunt down; hundreds of ships full of elves and no weapons met the three-headed dragon on the unshielded sea ... The end was obvious.

Had no consternation or even anger. Instead, he seemed to be relieved, relieved.

"Actually, it's not so troublesome at all."

After being silent for a few seconds, the elven little prince lazily said: "Let them go back to their hometown, and the final ending will be the same. Maybe it will be even worse. They will be eaten and wiped out by monsters everywhere, or they will change on the empty land Become a new monster;

But ... I can understand that being able to act rashly without being accused, wanton revenge and ravages, venting, bullying weak hours, who does n’t want to do that? "

"I don't want to do that, there are just reasons to force him to be patient."

As if falling into a dream, the elf little prince said to himself, and suddenly turned his gaze to Loren: "So ... what about me?"

"What will I end?"

Plain tone, it seems to really just ask casually.

But the answer is simple.

"Life is better than death."

"Ok?"

The little elf prince didn't react at once.

"You are the last Azore elf, a symbol of the end of this war, Brandon ... he won't let you go so easily, and he will burn to ashes."

Loren looked directly at the stunned face: "He wants to use you as a spoils to show off, as a tool to envelop people and control power; the more you live one day, the empire will remember this war one more day, which is important to Brandon . "

"So ... probably until you have no use value for him, that is, when it is completely forgotten by the empire, he will probably remember to kill you?"

This time the elven little prince was silent for a long time.

His eyes revealed a very complicated mood, and finally he sighed long and accepted his fate.

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

"On the contrary, you will live wonderfully." Loren interrupted.

"Why?"

"Because there are too many people who want to kill you, and they want to kill you even more than loyalty to Brandon and the Empire."

"Oh ... this group of no-brainers, they never understand how useful a living enemy is." The little prince of the elves was very dismissive of his lip:

"So, I now have a group of fanatic followers, although not the kind of good followers, but the kind of desperate to kill me?"

Loren nodded.

"So ... you didn't come to see me specially, but when I happened to pass by, I met a few fools who wanted to kill me. After putting them down, I came in and took a look to confirm that I was still alive?"

"It's almost like this." Loren admitted.

The face of the little prince pulled down instantly, and the mood changes even made the atmosphere a little different.

"Uh ... a little disappointed, but not incomprehensible; you are the winner, and the winner can do whatever he wants to the loser, which I understand, I understand that I do n’t deny, and I have thought a lot about how to beat you To adjust your plan, there is a period of insomnia, I rely on this to pass the time. "

"Then again, since His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire does not rush to kill me, that is to say I can live a good period of time. To be honest, I am an Azores elf, our Azores elf is the biggest The characteristic is that I like to pretend not to be afraid of death ... but I belong to the less mainstream Azores, and it is more important to me to live. "

The elven little prince deliberately pretended not to care, but with deep disappointment in his tone.

Of course, it is also possible that he pretended.

"I guess you are leaving, right?"

Taking a deep breath, the elf little prince tried his best to look at Loren with the afterglow of his eyes: "I don't know what you are going to do, but probably in your eyes this war is over, everything is back to normal, and prosperity is coming Come, Long live the Emperor, Long live the Empire, you can all enjoy ... "

"It's not over yet."

The interrupted elf little prince was stunned, and for the first time his eyes showed a stunned look.

"you know?"

"I know ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The black-haired wizard nodded slightly:" I also know why it came. I know that the Azores are indeed for the continuation and survival of the race, so I chose this one. Road; I know how compelling you are, and know that you really gamble on everything. "

"Unfortunately, you lost."

The stunned fairy elf prince didn't notice his blushing face, facing Loren's eyes.

"Yeah, we lost; to be honest, I lost very unwillingly, because I had already won ... If, without you cheating guy, I should have become the king of eagles."

"We will save the fate of the race, save the world, and create a civilization as brilliant as the dragon kingdom ... Without you ... you, Loren Turin."

"If you aren't there, just fine."

Low and lost tone, with deep resentment and hatred.

It would be nice if I didn't ...

Lorren looked at him, and looked at the grudge and vicious eyes of Rodria Azore. There was no melancholy at the end of the game, no excitement and emotion after playing with the opponent, only because of the failure ... Incompetent anger.

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

Looking at the slightly stunned look of the elven little prince, Loren nodded in a serious way:

"I assure you, you, them, they and ... he ... all of you."

"All will die on this."