Remembrance of the Goddess of God

Fitzgerald had been marching on the wasteland with the team led by Prince Arthur and several other relic holders for four days, but he still didn't see anyone there.

But even if Fitzgerald had been born in the Mezzerta Valley, the situation would have been understandable to him: because of the goblins and the Second War.

In the second war, King Udel integrated all human powers to fight side by side with the elves and dwarves, but the goblins had already engulfed a quarter of the human kingdom under the leadership of the monster whose name cannot be mentioned territory.And although the goblins retreated into the real barren land after Queen Lianna successfully assassinated the nameless beast, this piece of land that was originally extremely fertile also turned into a wasteland under the evil fire of the goblins—humans could not live in it. scorched earth.

Well, a large number of nobles have also been abolished-this land was originally very fertile, so naturally many moths who thought that there would be no goblins intruding in desperately wanted to grab these places~

But in any case, it is still too exhausting to cross the wilderness like the present.Not only are the roads nearly empty, but no horses (well, tame horses) can run as fast on this kind of potholed road as on flat ground except for the two wild horses of the elves.And then there's the invisible pressure of seeing hardly any living things (whether plants or animals) along the way - because you have no idea what the anomaly is for.

The Duke of Belignon has a good saying: This kind of thing is terrible because people will scare themselves!

But Fitzgerald deeply felt that this was no longer a matter of scaring himself—whoever dared to stand in this team would have offended Queen Igmel, and this was simply because Queen Igmel didn't Let's find out what the beginning of the conspiracy is!

I just don't know what it is... Uh, if someone makes a move, even if the killers of the association attack together, it shouldn't be such a movement in the wasteland, right?

Fitzgerald rolled his eyes at the sky, spat out the grass stalk he found somewhere in his mouth, lowered his head and started to maintain his bow and arrow again.

Anyway, it is the hard-working clairvoyant of Elvis who is in charge of vigilance now.

The optimistic knight quickly turned away his thoughts and concentrated all his energy on maintaining his bow and arrow.

But the development of things is always unsatisfactory, otherwise Fitzgerald would not have changed his nickname to "unlucky Gero who can't get what he wants" after surviving the third war.

Just when Fitzgerald finished maintaining his bow and arrows and decided to maintain his sword, Elvis yelled so loudly that he was so frightened that he smashed his sword to the ground!

"Everyone be careful! I saw a goblin!"

The hordes of goblins were not something humans like them could stop. Even the army would not dare to fight the hordes of goblins in the wild.So just a short while after getting the warning from Tesmi, the few knights who were originally scattered on the outside guarded the horse and rushed back to the team with all their might.

"The goblins are coming in our direction - Your Highness, let's go east now! There are no goblins over there!"

A knight with gray hair rushed over first, shouting in the direction of Arthur and the others while desperately holding back the horse that was so frightened that it could barely stand, trying to integrate into the team.

And behind him, although people still couldn't see the goblin's figure, they could already hear the goblin's characteristic rough and hoarse shouts.

Arthur looked at the direction the knight was coming from, and suddenly clenched the reins in his hand.

"...Murjia, do you understand what the goblins are saying...what are they talking about?"

As soon as Arthur's words came out, Olfanglarga was the first to look at the girl in surprise—the goblin's language is the only one that is not transformed from the ancient language given by the goddess, and she wants to learn the goblin's language ——Under the environment of Bulviard, this is something that will take a lot of effort and may not be possible!

But there was no special expression on Murjia's face either. The silver-haired girl lowered her eyes, and her pair of ears with sharp ends and hair sticking out trembled slightly.

Probably after the goblin's cry was repeated, the elf's golden-green eyes opened.

"Attention brothers in the east—we can't go east, there's an ambush."

"But now..." The knight beside Arthur gritted his teeth when he heard Murjia's words. "Where can we go now?"

Is it okay to push hard?This is almost a tribal goblin, not some savage savage!

If it was on the plains, even the invincible King Udel would not dare to confront the goblins with an army less than three times the number of goblins!

But the human prince didn't seem to notice the despair of his knight. The brown-haired boy frowned tightly, as if something he couldn't believe had happened.

But the old wizard of the dwarf smiled slightly, although he couldn't see the smile clearly under the cover of his bushy beard.

"What a young guy... the goblin is in a mess?"

"Master Tesmi, what are you talking about!"

"It really is too young..." The old dwarf twisted his beard and sighed pretendingly. "How could a goddess create a nation without rivals? We all have a way~"

There was a sneer from the elf's direction.

Tesmi paused slightly with his hand twisting his beard, and then the old dwarf looked at the group of goblins who could already see their heads, and turned his head nonchalantly.

"I said, Muerjia girl, you have been hiding all the way since you left Lot City, and now let old Tesmi see how your skills are now? As for these little guys, old Tismi Simi promises—they won’t hurt a single bit!”

"Master Tismi, why don't you do it yourself?" Mu Erjia hadn't spoken yet, and Lost raised an eyebrow. "Isn't the dwarf's masonry master more suitable for this kind of place? Why are you... sister?"

The blond-haired elf boy stretched out his hand in astonishment, but Murja had already shifted the direction of his silver-gray wild horse to the goblin's side before he was pulled by him.

"Master Tismi, I'll leave first, you'd better be on the safe side."

There was only one sentence that Arthur's knights thought was meaningless, and the silver-white girl whispered something to her horse.The silver-gray wild horse neighed suddenly, and led Murjia towards the direction where the goblins came at a terrifyingly fast speed.

Lost's half-stretched hand froze in mid-air. The old dwarf slowly turned his head to the elf boy with a frozen smile on his face, and snorted.

Mu Erjia hummed the ancient ballads handed down by the green elves in a low voice, and comforted the wild horse underneath who was extremely frightened but still rushed towards the goblin at the request of his friend.Behind the girl, countless rocks emerged from the land scorched black by the previous war, forming a team to protect the last city to the gray elves.

This is the handiwork of the old dwarf wizard. Except for Tesmi, who has been approved by the stone of the dead, Lirfell, there is no dwarf wizard or masonry master who can summon hard granite from the soft soil that has been burned by the goblin's wildfire. Come.

Murjia pursed his lips slightly, but this time the elf was not smiling.Murjia looked indifferently at the group of goblins charging in the distance, the color of his slightly squinted eyes gradually faded under the sun, and quickly transformed from a gorgeous golden green to an extremely dazzling cold gold!

The wind kept spinning around Murjia, gradually turning into a small whirlwind centered on the elves.

A big swallowtail butterfly with constantly changing colors appeared in the air beside Murjia for no reason, and after circling her for half a turn, the elf gently grabbed it and placed it on his right shoulder.

"Calm down, you don't need to come to play now... Mel Dolan."

The butterfly with the weird name of "Phantom Butterfly Wings" in the elf language flapped its wings twice, and obediently settled on Murjia's shoulder.

And a bronze dagger that looked exquisite but was already worn out silently appeared in the elf's left hand in the strong wind.

The appearance of the goblins is the same in people's eyes, with the same huge horns entwined on the messy hair like weeds, the same hideous and rough appearance that is completely different from the other three races, and the same reddish-brown skin—— Apart from the most basic gender characteristics, I am afraid that even the most knowledgeable high priest of the elves, Gewen Dio, can't tell the difference between them.

But now, in people's eyes, these goblins who are exactly the same are rushing forward holding huge weapons, and even the ground is being trampled by their footsteps...

But as Tesmi stomped his feet on the ground, countless rocks grew out of the ground out of thin air, forming an extremely solid wall around them!but……

"Master Tesmi! Murja is still outside!"

The sound of Lancelot being torn apart by horror and worry sounded, but the accused old dwarf was still humming and continued to build the rock wall stronger.

But Arthur couldn't help laughing, and patted his friend's shoulder comfortingly.

"Don't worry Lance, you see that even Lost hasn't responded—if Murjia really can't deal with those goblins, do you think Lost will roll his eyes with Tesmi here?"

Indeed, as Arthur said, Lost didn't react as aggressively as he did in Sisdhang. Instead, he sat firmly on his wild horse and rolled his eyes at Tesmee.

The few knights who were closer to the elves could still hear Lost whispering:

"Tismi, you old slacker, obviously you can't do it, you have to ask my sister to be the one, do you have the character of caring for the cubs? You are still a mature man among the dwarves when you are less than [-] years old, but you have no shame at all. Don't just ask my sister to work hard..."

Several knights who could clearly hear what Leinster was muttering swayed on their horses and almost fell to the ground.

——This is a goblin that even the invincible King Udel dared not fight head-on, but used tricks to deal with it. In the eyes of the holder of the holy object, it is nothing? !

Lancelot obviously couldn't believe it either.Seeing the holders of the generation of Adolina's Holy Grail, whose expressions clearly showed anxiety and worry, Lost narrowed his eyes slightly, and seemed to be in a good mood to strike up a conversation with Lancelot.

"Lancelot, I told you when I taught you how to summon the Holy Grail of Adolina, didn't I? Every holy object has its own unique ability~"

——The power of Falria is to change the terrain of human territory, and the power of the other six holy objects are——things inserted by Calwaz will never be destroyed by external forces, and Lierfeier can accommodate all the three races The soul of a dead strong man, Gabel Stove can revive a soul in a certain period of time, Luenger can burn the life of a god, and the Holy Grail of Adolina can bring any undead life back to his theory The healthiest look.

——……Panglaqi magic sword is the most special one among the seven sacred objects—we all say that Bulviad is the core of the four major cities created by the goddess, and Pangraqi—is Represents the ubiquitous air! Lost smiled, and for the first time showed seriousness in his green eyes, "It also represents the City of Wind itself, together with Burikit, the Four Gods of War's 'Desire', and the Seven Sacred Trees planted by the Goddess, it supports the Wind City." the existence of the city itself.Its power is—

—Where the wind passes, there is nothing breathing.

"... Wherever the wind passes, there is nothing to breathe..."

Lancelot murmured out the words that had been engraved in his memory due to confusion and extreme shock. Sky blue eyes looked at the stone wall built by Tesmi, as if he wanted to see through the stone wall and see what was going on. An elf girl standing outside the wall.

And the cheerful voice of the elf priest who can wear the hazel wood ring also intervened.

"That's right~ Although Panglaqi hasn't recognized anyone as the holder for hundreds of years, it's not like my sister, the new generation of holders, has tried this ability—it's very effective~"

Lost shook his head slightly, even with a childlike innocent smile on his face.

"I really want to know what expressions these goblins will have when they die?"

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The goblins had reached the outermost edge of the rock fortress of Tesmi. Murja rode a wild horse and stood on the high platform that Tesmi had specially reserved for her, looking down at these joyous people coldly. The Fallen, howling ferociously.

Murjia sighed softly, and jumped off the silver-gray wild horse.

And the girl's left hand was slowly and unstoppably raised.

Murjia held a bronze sword in his left hand.

That sword doesn't look like a sharp weapon. Although it has a beautiful willow leaf-shaped blade, its original smooth lines have been torn by large and small gaps, and crimson rust like congealed blood is spreading on the sword. trace.

It looks really old, and it seems to be a broken sword that even the craftsmen are unwilling to put in the effort to repair it.

The only thing that is strange or rare is that a faint azure light may be seen on the sword body.

[Look at what that pretty girl is holding in her hand?Did she think she could scare us away with such a broken sword? 】

The old leader who was leading the charge to the west heard his friend mockingly comment on the only elf who was left out of the range of dwarves' witchcraft. Driven by curiosity, he also looked up at the white-haired elf.

Murjia lowered his eyes slightly, as if he didn't want to see anything around him.

The elf raised her right hand, drew a bloody cut on the blade, then withdrew her right hand, and held the bronze sword held high by her with her left hand.

The strange bright purple blood rolled on the bronze sword for a moment, and actually directly soaked into the metal sword body.And Murjia's body slowly had a thin layer of silver-white light, and this layer of light rapidly increased on the girl's body until it was dazzling, and then it rushed directly into the bronze sword as if it had a direction!

"The king of swords, the emperor of all swords...Panglaqi, who bears the title of 'Avenger', now your partner calls you with blood and strength, begging you to listen to the voice of your half body..."

The language Murjia used didn't seem to be any of the Common Language or the Elvish language. The sentences were soft but sharp, and the rhymes were round and round, like a gust of wind passing through the leaves of the forest.

The posture of Murjia's hands changed slowly, from holding Panglaqi to holding the bronze sword horizontally with both hands, raised high above his head.

The wild horse beside the girl pawed the ground under its hooves uneasily and neighed softly.

And the azure light circulating on the sword became brighter and more dazzling, until finally it completely covered the light of the sun in the sky, just like an azure sun on the ground!

"...Call out your gale! Let it sweep across all evils!"

"Where the wind blows, there is nothing to breathe!"

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"...So, Lancelot, what do you need to worry about?"

Lost's light voice, even with a smile, echoed in the enclosed space surrounded by rocks by Tesmi.Ke Lanceluo's furrowed brow still showed no sign of calming down.

—What is he worried about?He... what he's worried about is...

Even if Murjia had such power, could they just leave him alone to face those goblins?

In any case, even if Murjia is not a girl, she can't treat a companion like this, right?

"You worry too much, young lad."

Tesmi could see what Lancelot was worried about. The old dwarf put down the unlit pipe and patted the young knight's back comfortingly (the dwarf couldn't reach any higher places. ).

"If we don't seal our place, Murjia will be hamstrung instead—Panglaqi's kind...is always best used when the holder is alone. Anyway, we won't go Only by participating in her battle can she rest assured."

When Tesmi talked about what Pangrachi was, his voice suddenly blurred, and even Lancelot, who was closest to him, could only hear a phrase of 'magic' or something.

The old dwarf's words were inexplicable, not only Lancelot, but even the few knights around them who heard Tesmi's words were full of confusion.

Even the old knight Ives who participated in the end of the second war is the same.

Suddenly, a shrill sound of wind pierced through the rock wall of Tisme!

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but then the wind became louder and louder—to the point where it hurts the eardrums!

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When Murjia's voice just fell, with Fangraqi as the center——

The wind is blowing!

It was an extraordinarily weird gust of wind, centered on Panglaqi, swirling around the elf girl and her silver-gray wild horse, and it actually had a light azure light.

And this colorful wind rapidly expanded its territory, but within two breaths, it blew on the noses of the goblins.

The young goblins didn't pay attention to this strange phenomenon. They were still hitting the rock wall built by Tesme with their weapons, hoping that their own strength could break it with one blow.But the old leader of the goblins froze for a moment, then looked up at the blue wind.

——It seems that when he was a young child, he once heard the old priest at that time tell some stories about the creatures beyond the barren land——and this wind seemed to evoke some vague impressions?

——The wind of a greener color than the sky, that is... that is...

【withdraw! 】

The old leader shouted the word hoarsely.

Unfortunately, it was too late for him to remember what it was.

The young ones, the goblins closest to the elves standing on the rock fortress, have all flung themselves onto the ground, without wounds, and without any signs of being poisoned, they seemed to be suddenly exhausted As if deciding to sleep in this place temporarily, the expressions on their faces are all excited or peaceful.

But the old leader knew that none of the most elite fighters in his tribe would stand up again.

So is he.

He didn't feel that death was coming, the old leader of the goblins only felt that his body was suddenly a little cold, and his head was not clear. He just wanted to lie down and have a good sleep.

He tried his best to support himself with the weapon in his hand, but finally he staggered and fell down.

Before closing his eyes again, the old goblin looked deeply towards the direction of the land where the three races lived, opposite to the barren land.

——What a pity...it can't be...