Royal Alchemist

The war in the conch vortex is ten times or even a hundred times more difficult than imagined. A large number of dragonmen always appear suddenly on the battlefield, and humans cannot resist their attacks at all.

After more than eight months of hard fighting, Marshal Ravenor and his soldiers fell into a life and death dilemma.

At first, Yuan Tian contacted Zhuo Fan several times, but was basically refused to communicate. Even if he got connected, Zhuo Fan's face was terribly cold, and Yuan Tian was embarrassed and speechless.

Is this a breakup?Yuan Tian didn't want to admit it and couldn't believe it.

He always promises to Zhuo Fan: "I will talk about everything when I come back."

Zhuo Fan never stated his position, just kept silent.

Later, the situation became more and more unfavorable, Yuan Tian couldn't take care of personal issues at all, and a few months passed in a blink of an eye.

Until that morning, Marshal Ravenor urgently summoned several henchmen.

Lei Wennuo looked solemn: "...Yuan Tian, ​​you take the main force of the Legion of Glory to go from the left flank, Qiu Xingyao, you take my guards, I will create opportunities for you, when the time comes, you will evacuate at the same time..."

Lei Wennuo and Qiu Xingyao had a fierce quarrel, but Yuan Tian knew it was useless, and in the end Qiu Xingyao would still succumb to the marshal.

That night Lei Wennuo came to find Yuan Tian in person, but before he could speak, Yuan Tian's heart sank to the bottom of the lake with his heavy expression.

"This is Queser Star, a planet with a suitable climate. It used to be a military star. It has been abandoned since the imperial troops withdrew." Lei Wennuo unfolded the star map in front of Yuan Tian, ​​"The Legion of Glory cannot return to the Empire, at least not now. , otherwise it will be completely wiped out. I hope you can bring the last viable force of the Legion of Glory to Queser Planet, where they can redevelop and wait for new opportunities."

Yuan Tian panicked in his heart: "What is a new opportunity?"

"I'm not sure now, and you need to judge for yourself in the future. I can guarantee 20 years of peace for 20 years. After 20 years, if the Solomon Empire emerges from the Ming Dynasty, you will return with troops; if there are other reliable new forces , you can take refuge; if my son can grow up smoothly, I hope you can assist; if not, please lead them to continue fighting."

The word "please" from Marshal Lei Wennuo made Yuan Tiancheng tremble with fear. For him to say such a word means that he has the determination to die.Yuan Tian believed in men's blood but not tears since childhood, but at this moment his eyes were so wet that he just wanted to cry.

"Marshal, are you really going to..."

Ravenor raised his hand to signal him not to say any more: "Don't interrupt, I have something very important to tell you about my son."

Yuan Tian suppressed his sadness, and kept Lei Wennuo's words firmly in his heart.

In the end, Lei Wennuo held Yuan Tian's hand: "I'm sorry, but I have to entrust you with these things that should have been done by me. I know it's difficult for you, but I can only entrust it to you."

"I will live up to my trust, Marshal please rest assured!" Yuan Tian said firmly.

At night, Yuan Tian lay on the bed tossing and turning. He knew that he would not be able to return to the Imperial City, and he might not even be able to return in this lifetime.

What about Zhuo Fan?

As if standing on a cliff and looking down, a heart flustered without a solution.

He mustered up the courage to call Zhuo Fan, but the phone rang for a full ten minutes, but he still didn't get connected.

Just as he was about to go to bed in frustration, the communicator rang.

Yuan Tian was so excited that he almost fell off the bed, and when he clicked on the message, he was completely chilled.

It was Zhuo Fan's news, but he said: Don't bother me anymore.

The corner of Yuan Tian's mouth twitched, he didn't know how to describe his sad and confused mood at the moment.Zhuo Fan rejected him cruelly, not even giving him a chance to listen to the voice and say a word.

The defeat of the war, the farewell of the marshal, and the separation of lovers, like three mountains, weighed him down.

Yuan Tian sent Zhuo Fan the last message with trembling hands.

In the laboratory of the Imperial Academy of Sciences, Zhuo Fan was fiddling with his communicator with a heavy heart.

Zhu Xifeng was evenly applying a bottle of mechanical strengthening oil that had just been refined on a fighter's arm, and glanced at Zhuo Fan from the corner of his eye.

"He usually doesn't call so late." Zhuo Fan seemed to be talking to Zhu Xifeng, and seemed to be talking to himself.

"Sorry? Don't get entangled after breaking up."

The word "break up" stabbed Zhuo Fan's heart hard.

"I shouldn't have answered him like this." Zhuo Fan regretted.

"Don't even think about sending it out." Zhu Xifeng was impatient.He has always been very impatient with the sticky relationship between these two people. He thinks that if he wants to go after him, if he catches him, he should not let go, and if he escapes, he will catch him back.

Zhuo Fan sighed, just as he put down the communicator, it rang again.

I love you.Yuan Tian said.

Zhuo Fan's expression was instantly moved.

"What did he say?" Zhu Xifeng looked over.

"He said...he loves me..." Zhuo Fan read out embarrassingly, "Maybe he really wants to tell me something?"

"You two are really troublesome!" Zhu Xifeng concluded, "Are you going to call again?"

Zhuo Fan hesitated again and again, staring at the words on the screen for a long time, and finally put away the communicator: "I'll wait until he comes back."

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The vast majority of people in the imperial capital live in a peaceful and peaceful environment. They have never smelled the smoke of gunpowder, never heard the footsteps of the dragon people. In their view, war is a distant and irrelevant matter.

But when the tragic scene of the conch vortex spread throughout the empire, they were shocked.

The imperial army led by Marshal Ravenor fought fiercely with the Dragonmen in the Conch Whirlpool for three days, and finally detonated the energy, destroying the entire Conch Whirlpool base and the Dragonite army together.

Rivers of blood flow, energy imbalance, is it victory?Even if it is, it is a miserable victory.

At the same time, Marshal Ravenor died on the spot, the God of War of the empire passed away, and a generation of patron saints fell.

If it was the past, the media would definitely whitewash the peace, only reporting the result of the victory, not the process, but this time, the sacrifice of Marshal Ravenor cannot be concealed.

On that day, some media called the conch vortex the black vortex. Since then, this new name has replaced the old one and has been circulated among the people of the world.

The empire was shaken up and down. In the minds of many people, Marshal Ravenor was like a god. If he was gone, who would protect mankind?

But soon the military announced that this battle had caused heavy damage to the dragon people, and the dragon people would no longer invade the human world in a short time.

After Zhuo Fan heard the news, he petrified on the spot.

He felt that his hands were not his own, and his feet were not his own, so he could only sit there rigidly and watch the news reports.

For the time being, the news only mentions the marshal's death, so what about the others?

The Legion of Glory was wiped out?What is total annihilation?

It's not that he doesn't understand the word, it's just that he doesn't dare to think about it.

He is still waiting for him to come back to hear what he wants to say, he is still waiting for him to come back to see if he can be given another chance, he is still waiting for him to come back, maybe meet the parents as agreed in advance, and serve together , go out together.

Now he is here, where is he?

Zhuo Fan stopped almost all his work, watched the repeated news over and over again, switched from one channel to another, hoping to hear some new content, but was always disappointed again and again.

is he still aliveThere was a voice in Zhuo Fan's heart clamoring.

Three days later, the list of fallen generals was officially announced.When Yuan Tian's name appeared after Lei Wennuo, Zhuo Fan's world instantly collapsed.

He tremblingly took out the communicator and turned to the last message.

Yuan Tian said: I love you.

He said he loved me, and the last words he left to himself were that he still loved him and never changed.

But before, what I said was: don't bother me anymore.

A message full of boredom and meaning of breaking up. He took such a message to the battlefield and never came back.

Those who shouldn't have said these words should at least have given him a chance to hold on to hope.

Zhuo Fan was so regretful that he was about to burst.

He didn't even say a word to him: look forward to triumph.

"It's so miserable." Zhuo's mother sitting beside her sighed, but she glanced at her son and asked in surprise, "Why are you crying?"

did i cry?Zhuo Fan wiped his face, and his hands were wet.

The pain in Zhuo Fan's heart has no way to vent, no one knows that they had a relationship, he has nothing to say.

In the end, he could only vent in front of Zhu Xifeng: "I'm sorry for him! I'm sorry for him!"

Zhu Xifeng was never good at comforting others, not to mention that he was still young at that time and had no understanding of the world, so he could only look at him helplessly.

Tears were like a flood that burst a bank: "I shouldn't have disliked him! I shouldn't have said that!"

Zhu Xifeng said dryly: "If you don't tell me, he won't die?"

"I should say wait for him! In fact, it's not a big deal!" Zhuo Fan lost control, "I should have gone to the battlefield with him! I should have been with him!"

"To die with him?"

"He said he loves me!" The volume suddenly turned up.

Zhu Xifeng was helpless, and his heart was sour.

"I didn't even say triumph to him." The previous sentence seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and this one couldn't hold it any longer.

Did you say that he can come back alive?Do you think you are a god?Don't be superstitious, okay?Zhu Xifeng really wanted to answer this way, but seeing Zhuo Fan's heartbroken appearance, he couldn't say anything.

"I'm sorry for him." Zhuo Fan was weak, his eyes blurred with tears, "I didn't even say triumph to him."