The Scarlet Sky of Romance Legend

"We have no way out."

The last princess of the Northland rode her ice spirit horse, standing in front of the city gate of Sorendo, and said to the last and only remaining three hundred ice spirit knights of the Dawn Knights.

An unknown light flowed in Aurora's rose-colored eyes, and the biting cold wind that belonged exclusively to the northern region raised her platinum-blond long hair, which fluttered and scattered in the cold, dazzling like the sun's glow.

"Behind us is the royal city of Sorrendo. If they flatten this city, the Snow Country of the Northland will perish." Aurora glanced at her soldiers, her pupils were out of focus, and they were all distracted. "At that point, all that's left is a bunch of displaced refugees, freezing to death or starving to death in the freezing weather, and maybe killed by the invaders before then."

The voice of the platinum blonde princess was clear. She murmured without focusing on anyone's face, as if she was just talking to herself.The voice was not loud, but it spread into everyone's heart with the cold wind, and ignited a raging fire, which was hot and warm enough to burn himself to death.

"...we are going to fight a war without any morals at all. Either die vigorously on the battlefield as defenders of the country, and remain forever as heroes of the country in a national history book that may be forgotten, or as The subjugated slaves lived humiliated and degraded, were trafficked and abused like livestock, and finally turned into a pile of dry bones... What do you want?"

At the beginning, her speech was so slow and her tone was so calm. As time went on, she became more and more fierce and indifferent, revealing an unquestionable violent authority, just like a tyrant:

"Do you want to die with honor, or live in humility? Now you can make a choice: stand behind me and die calmly with me, or ride away on your ice spirit... I will not pursue nor blame, because this Everything is meaningless now. Life is the most precious thing for a person, and I have no right to ask you to give it up."

As the platinum-blond princess said this, her rosy pupils swept across every ice knight in front of her, her tone was neither arrogant nor impatient, but she revealed the majesty of a queen and the determination of a hero.

___ Even though I know what the way home is like, I am happy with it.

Not a single knight spoke, and not a single knight moved.Their eyes were fixed on the Dawn Battle Flag flying in Aurora's hand, and the answer was self-evident.

The silver-gray knight smiled into her gaze, the same smile as when they first met, many years ago.

"Do you all have such determination..." Aurora retracted her gaze and took a deep breath, piercing the dawn battle flag straight into the blue sky in her hand, shouting their oath to the distant sky: "_We will live and die with the Northland !"

"We will live and die with the North!"

The young knights raised the ice and snow guns and roared towards the sky, their eyes were all of the same determination and persistence.

The red battle flag fluttered fiercely, silently carrying the most distant and ancient oath of ice, snow and blood.

Separated by a fragile city wall, the coalition forces of the six races had already approached the city, but they waited patiently and did not attack.They seemed to be imagining that the defenders who were old, weak, sick, and dogs would be overwhelmed by the severe cold and despair, and obediently opened the city gate and offered everything.

The generals were talking and laughing, even the demons and elves who had always been at odds with each other. It seemed that the city protected by ice and snow in front of them was already in their pocket.

Not long after, the gate of the city was indeed opened as they had guessed, but what came out to greet them was not the surrender and surrender as imagined, but a silver-white wave of killing!

The heavy city gate was slowly pulled up, and there was the sound of "creaking" from the manual engine. The ice spirit knights in heavy armor, led by the leading princess, looked like ghosts under the glory represented by that flag. Quietly passing through the city gate tunnel and rushing into the crowd, just like a wolf rushing into a flock of sheep, vowing to appreciate the beauty of blood.

"Ice Spirit! It's Ice Spirit! Those eternal guardians of the Northland! Damn it...it's the Dawn Knights! Request reinforcements! Request reinforcements!"

After the dead fell to the first floor like harvesting wheat, the hot blood that was out of tune with the temperature of the surroundings finally brought the idiot commanders whose brains were filled with alcohol back to their senses. Someone hit them hard on the head with a heavy hammer, smashing a flat there.

They screamed, lost their proportions and disordered their formation, and were quickly killed on the spot by the Ice Spirit Knight.Those are small countries with more than enough greed but not enough ability, trying to get a share of the destruction of the North Land, it is nothing to worry about.

And those truly powerful races and countries, whose armies have not yet been dispatched, watched this surprise attack provoked by the North with a cold eye.

The silver-white ice spirit knights stood in a pool of blood, and the scarlet liquid slid down the ice and snow armor, carrying a strange and cruel beauty.

How many years later, the Dawn Knights originally formed by Sorendo I reappeared before people's eyes. The demon-like warriors wielding their halberds were invincible and regained their glory!

They sing their triumphant return, they return with the wind!

Demons, metal puppets, and human soldiers slowly surrounded every ice spirit knight. The elf hunters stretched their bowstrings and caught arrows with white bird feathers at the end. killing intent.

It is true that the ice spirit knights are known as "the strongest cavalry on the ground", but the severe cold in the extreme north has caused the northern land to be sparsely populated, and it is extremely difficult for the ice spirit to be recognized. The upper limit is 1000, but in fact, even in the most prosperous era of the Northland, the total number of Ice Spirit Knights never exceeded 600.

Ice spirit knights may be able to fight hundreds of thousands with only three hundred, but if they face hundreds of thousands of enemy troops, they will eventually die from exhaustion.

It's still very early, and we can't tell the pros and cons of this battlefield for the time being, but as time changes, who knows the final outcome?

No, perhaps the Ice Spirit Knights had foreseen the end long before they set off... They chanted the name of the original founder of this ancient kingdom, their voices were low and melodious like a lament.

The song was scattered and broken on the snow field, accompanied by the falling snowflakes, sad and long.

The first victim soon appeared.

It was a cavalier with a baby face, and he was only 14 years old, a thin, small child.

He doesn't have much strength, he just relies on close cooperation with Bing Ling and some skills to fight.He killed the enemy very bravely, his blood stained the silver-white ice armor on the half of his body, and the white cold light reflected by the ice and snow illuminated the immature face of the child.He charged into the enemy line—perhaps with no thought of getting back alive—and fell one by one, blood splattering everywhere.

Slowly his physical strength was exhausted, he gasped and made a sound like a bellows, his white spear hung down to the ground, pale and tired.

At this time, more enemies rushed over, and the tall Balrog twisted the boy's neck from behind, and the fiery blood melted the snow, and the cruel and beautiful red flowers bloomed.The dwarf manipulated a huge metal puppet, and the metal spear hurled like raindrops at the ice spirit who had lost its master, piercing through the body made of ice and snow, milky white blood flowing down the black iron like milk.

It was almost completely penetrated, but the ice spirit was not dead yet.Whining and trudging, it finally knelt down beside its dead master, sticking out its tongue to lick the snow melted by blood.

It let out a last long cry, and a beautiful white flame was ignited all over its body. Dazzling light gushed out from the broken body, and the ice and snow body fell apart in an instant.Pure white light enveloped the area, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes.The light dissipated little by little, and what remained in place was a piece of lifeless ice sculpture.There was no breath of life, and even the color of blood was wiped off.

___ In the place where the ice spirit sleeps, build the purest ice and snow in the world, and no living beings are allowed to exist.

The other ice spirits noticed the situation here, the sacrifice of a companion.With their front hooves on the ground, they sang long and melodious songs very rhythmically, like a march at a funeral.

Funeral Song of Eternal Sleep - The purest spirit of ice and snow is the last and most vicious revenge for the invaders who defiled this flawless land.

"F*ck!" Mokrona, who was watching the battle from a distance, cursed, took a fierce puff of the cigarette, threw the smoking butt on the ground, and rubbed it back and forth several times with his toes until The spark that was emitting white smoke was completely soaked in snow water before he moved his foot away resentfully.

He was wearing a heavy military overcoat but was still shivering from the cold, and the falling snowflakes covered him with a layer of silver at some point.

Although the weather was so cold that one just wanted to squat by the fire wrapped in a thick woolen blanket, Mokrona had to endure it, and at most scolded those stubborn Northlanders for not surrendering.After all, he didn't dare to disagree with his boss.As the general of the Aberel Alliance, if he shows cowardice in front of so many races, the reputation of the alliance will be ruined.

He stood on a mountain peak, and beside him were the hunters of the elves, quietly tying their bowstrings.From this angle, you can just see what happened on the battlefield below:

The Ice Spirit Knight is like a bloody demon god, charging on the battlefield accompanied by blood and death, invincible all the way.From time to time, the exhausted Ice Spirit Knight was besieged, and the dazzling light burst for a moment like a falling star, leaving only a piece of pure white death after the light dissipated.

Damn it!Mokrona's heart was bleeding. The Ice Spirit Knight's tactics were completely desperate. Those desperadoes never thought of living and triumphantly. Their purpose of fighting was to sleep with this land forever!If you die, you have to pull a group of backs... They are all elite fighters of the alliance!

Mokrona turned his head and glared angrily at the leader of the elves standing aside, his anger was almost manifested by the distorted face:

No matter how good-looking the other party is, it can't hide the fact that there have been almost no casualties among the elves so far!Fuck your sister's long-range archer, isn't the elf TNND a dual cultivation of magic and martial arts? ?This group of misers who only want to take advantage of their backs!Cowards who dare not face the battlefield!

Mokrona thought angrily, but it was a pity that he dared not speak out, and could only express his disapproval with his eyes, accusing the other party of his despicable behavior.

"Fire the arrow." The elf prince finally moved.His eyes were fixed on one direction, and a cold command came out of his rosy lips.

"I swear on the honor of Amperefal, our clan will definitely do our best."

Elf Prince Amperfairnes turned to his human allies and spoke calmly.

Behind him, the hunters of the elves loosened their tight bowstrings at the same moment, and thousands of feathered arrows burst out, like a golden rainstorm, descending from the sky with a fierce killing intent!

"Your Royal Highness." During the interval of killing, Lancelot wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, held Auruo's stretched left hand, and looked solemnly, "The broken wrist...it seems that there is no possibility of recovery." With his worried gaze, Aurora twitched the corners of her mouth indifferently, with a tough guy look on her face: "It's okay, I still have my right hand to hold the sword. Besides, I didn't intend to go back alive."

...In fact, it hurts so much that it hurts, errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

...But she thinks it's worth it to exchange a batch of enemies with one hand.

Aurora wailed in her heart, but remained motionless on the outside, trying to maintain the aura of a woman who bleeds but not tears, but it was a pity that the slightly twitching corners of her eyes cruelly betrayed her.

"Your Highness..." Lancelot looked at her with helplessness in his tone.

The man with silver-gray hair approached her, as if he wanted to let out a sigh... At that moment, it seemed that the world was completely silent, only the boy and the girl in the wind and snow were left. Forever.

There is a saying... Showing affection, sharing quickly, perfectly interprets the deep malice of the will of the universe.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow , Lancelot turned over according to Aurora's ice spirit and threw the girl on Sleibnir's back, while he rode Aurora's ice spirit... The sharp arrow pierced through the ice armor, Under the girl's unbelievable gaze, Sleibnir ran wildly, and behind the injured Lancelot...the vicious Balrog burst forth!

"No!" Aurora screamed between panic and despair. She turned around on the bumpy horseback, trying to grab the reins to stop the galloping Sleibnir, but it didn't happen at all. It's useless... It's Lancelot's ice spirit, the master gave it the last order to escape with the girl on its back, it can't stop!

Can't stop even if the master is dead!

"Lancelot!" Aurora's voice was piercing.

In an increasingly distant direction... the giant blade of the Balrog slashed at the man's head!

"Ahem..." Lancelot leaned on the ice spirit, and with great effort pulled out Kungunir from the position of the Balrog's heart.His arms trembled, unable to face the growing number of enemies.

His right eye was blinded by the flames; two-thirds of the shoulder blade on his left shoulder was cut off, hanging there dangling; several arrows shot through the air broke several ribs; The rapier had torn the spine down the middle, and if it wasn't for the sword still sticking in there to fill the gap, he wouldn't even be able to stand upright, let alone fight.

The flying snowflakes blurred his vision, and he felt a sense of suffocation from the neck. He drew a beautiful arc in the air until he fell heavily on the ground and his limbs were broken. Lancelot finally realized:

Someone used the same technique as a horse to lure him away, probably a hunter-like role among humans...

The cold numbs his senses, as if someone is trampling on his dying body, but he doesn't feel any pain, just a slight numbness.

I don't know how long it took, his body was covered with a thick layer of snow, he had difficulty breathing, and another corpse fell heavily beside him... His fingertips were touched by his warm fingers, he might still be alive, but he would die soon.

Lancelot's nose buried in the ice and snow could still smell the faint breath of the man... the breath of Aurora.

Lancelot tried to hold her hand, but he was too frozen to do anything.

Can't get close... She has grown up and become so beautiful, but he is still the cowardly little boy who dared not approach her back then.

Because it is so beautiful...beauty makes people feel close, which is a kind of blasphemy.

I'm sorry... I didn't have the courage to say my heart back then, and I couldn't protect you to the end in the end.

"Hoo...dead! Those difficult ice spirit knights are dead! Let's enter the city!" On the finally quiet battlefield, the demon leader let out an excited roar, his golden eyes couldn't hide the greed that filled him, Taking the lead in breaking open the city gate, I can't wait to reap the fruits of victory!

"Come on! Take all the treasures of those northerners!"

"Come on, brothers! Whoever gets stronger first will belong to him!"

The demons scattered and began to loot without organization and discipline.Other races rushed to catch up, lest they be left behind.

However, the process was not as easy as they thought:

Men, women, old people and children in Sorendo City resisted with all kinds of iron tools, from shovels to forks, and even cooking spatulas. Whether their attacks will cause substantial damage to each other, they just keep calling, the front is torn to pieces and the back is patched up, fearless of death.

A Balrog was annoyed by the reaction of these ants, the black flames were burning fiercely, and the thin-faced and yellow-faced humans screamed and turned into coke, and scattered sparks scattered out, instantly igniting the houses next to them. burn.

The flames spread all over the city in an instant, and those simple houses were all set on fire, only the parts built of stone stood in the fire, glowing red under the light of the fire.

Snowflakes were still falling in the sky, and the flames were still spreading.Some were killed by the raging demons, while others were locked in a room and burned alive.They screamed, feared and despaired, but no one shed tears.

Czech was burned and torn by the flames of the devil, and Lolita was burned to death in the room holding the puppet her dead mother sewed for her. They didn't cry.

This is the dignity of a nation, they would rather shed blood than tears.

The scythe of death has quietly fallen while the greedy invaders try to find the loot.

A pure white snowstorm formed in the distance, constantly moving towards the destroyed city.

The annual ice and snow storm in the Northland, one of the most terrifying and severe weather, is unfolding silently.

The heavy snow is the prologue.Any Beidi tribe could foresee this serious natural disaster through it, but the Beidi tribe had already died, and there were no survivors of the sacrifices, the martyrs who died for the country.

"Ice storm! The ice storm is coming!" Finally, a human soldier who was left behind to guard the gate noticed this abnormality. He widened his eyes, let out a terrified scream, and rushed into the city to report to the commander.

In fact, there is no need to report this situation. The storm is too huge, approaching rapidly in the form of a tornado, and the snowflakes are all swept away by it, and the vision is unexpectedly clear.

Moreover, this ice storm seems to be unusual—the center of the storm faintly reveals a few strands of golden light, full of divine prophecy.

Before the barbaric invaders had time to panic, something even weirder happened: inside and outside the city, the corpses of the northerners who died in battle turned into golden gleams and rose into the air, rushing to the center of the storm, the light was dazzling.

The gloomy sky covered with heavy snow was also torn apart by the light, and the clouds and mist surged and scattered, revealing a corner of the heaven, and the grand hymn resounded throughout the earth.

"God! It's God! God will bless us! We, the people of God, don't have to be afraid!" The priest from the holy court excitedly crossed himself, chanted prayers, and his eyes sparkled.

The moment when the tip of the iceberg was exposed in the kingdom of heaven, the storm withered like a flower, revealing a shadow with wings on its back, one carrying a gun and riding an eight-legged steed, the other with long white hair and platinum armor, holding a long hair inlaid with rubies. sword.

"Lord...what is that..." The pastor gasped as he looked at Gao Hua's inviolable figure in mid-air.

One gray and one gold pupil and the golden red pupil complement each other, the god who has just awakened has no mercy from the memory of his predecessor, with a heavy killing intent.

The gun and the sword fell at the same time, and the huge gap replaced the ancient royal city, leaving the imprint of God's wrath.

The intruder was reduced to ashes under the deadly violence, and died without even a howl.

The insurmountable distance, the gap between God and man.

The newly born gods stood there blankly, holding their hands tightly, and the remaining obsession made them unwilling to let go.

The golden staircase descended from the kingdom of heaven, the red-haired male god stood aside, and the purple-haired goddess came slowly to them, sending out the most sincere invitation:

"Welcome to the original country, our compatriots, 'sacrifice' oblivion, 'loyalty' dust."

Yuan guided them up the golden stairs, and the two held hands tightly, never separating.

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The next update is probably the text. . .There are less than 20 days left for the senior high school entrance examination, so I am so relaxed. . .

This chapter has been coded for a long time, and I fell asleep in the middle of the night several times... Sure enough, I can't squeeze myself too much, tears.