This is a consideration on the battlefield, but more importantly the elves value their commitment.
Although the two have been enemies several times in the past few centuries, the vow inscribed on the slate a thousand years ago also exists. Perhaps the elves decided to choose such a place to die on this day, and they will Believe in the people behind you without hesitation.
Even if the other person is Cruz.
The battle has reached the most intense stage. The stormy waves are not enough to describe the offensive of the crystal clusters. The fortresses of humans still standing at the forefront have fallen one by one, and the ordering knight is reading out loud that those troops have not fallen yet. Name-but the list is getting shorter.
“Sir Marks called for help with his Highland Infantry Battalion, Sir Spruen is still there, Wade Quasi-Swordmaster and his battalion are retreating …”
Sheets of parchment were thrown into the aisle.
In the end, he had the last one on his skinny hand.
At this moment the third line of defense has been declared broken.
But there was also a final reef among the raging waves.
“Sir Wallar is still there!”
“Sir Wallar they retreated into the Fortress of Golden Eagle.”
When he read the third time, the knight looked up in surprise, and trembled, “Sir Laval … Sir Laval they are still there.”
Many people are stuck.
In Valachi, there is a place called Sheti, through which a brown river flows.
On that fertile ground, a group of people have fought against the mountain people for generations. They are descendants of the Cruz, but they are not tolerated in the mainstream society of the empire. The Shetites like to ridicule the imperial family, because they are descendants of the soldiers, and for decades, every Shetite hated the Empire for their betrayal.
The empire accommodated the mountain people but forgot the Sheti people.
Count Laval is an authentic Shetti man. He is stubborn and old-fashioned, and is not tolerated by high society. What is even more irritating is that he is a so-called dissident. To put it simply, he is Kang The stalwart of Queen Stance.
Such a person is naturally not flattering there, not to mention the fact that after the fall of Constance, if the empire did not fall, people like him would have deprived them of their aristocratic status—maybe they had to go on a gallows.
The Duke of Ludwig once mocked this man for being uninteresting, and the nobles who lost in the East Metz were even more angry, and more than once publicly declared that these farmers from Sheti were a group of savages.
But the Sheti people were brave and warlike, and the history of this region was rich in the best shooters and light infantry of the entire empire.
In the middle of the battlefield—
The crystal cluster climbed up the outer city wall, and the Shedi people retreated into the city. When the crystal cluster broke the city, the She people stayed in the inner city. After the inner city walls changed hands, the She people retreated into the minaret.
They had little left, but the minaret still stood.
It is like a fang pierced into the purple ocean.
The Duke Ludwig approached the battlements subconsciously, “What are you still doing, to rescue them-!” He bulged green, as if an angry lion, roared at his knights.
One hand interrupted him, and Mangrove looked at the ordering knight.
The knights voice was a little stiff: “Sir Laval and his soldiers asked for support …”
“What kind of support do they need?”
“My lord, see for yourself …”
A tiny figure climbed to the top of the minaret, and a flag rose on top of the tower.
“Sir Laval!” Someone exclaimed.
But more people stared silently at the flag.
It was a brown flag, the shape of a piece of land on the flag, that was the land guarded by the Shetites for generations, their homeland, the fertile field surrounded by the brown river.
The brown and white-bellied eagle owl represents the fearless spirit of the Sheti people, while the ears of rice contain the deepest hope of this land.
It was a purple wave.
It is also a banner of loneliness.
Many people shed tears and felt remorse for what they did.
These farmers from Sheti proved their loyalty and courage to the empire, but the empire can no longer make up for its narrowness and prejudice, and perhaps this is the root cause of everything falling apart.
At this moment, Mangrove suddenly thought of the small frontier country in the south of the empire, the fearless monarch, and the sword he had taken away.
The Duke Ludwig leaned weakly against the wall, silent.
“They, asking for the use of the Golden Flame Angel …” the Knight of the Order whispered.
“Target,” Mangrove asked softly.
The Cavaliers opened their mouths, but in fact everyone already had the answer.
Its like a king needs both a scepter and a sword to maintain his majesty, and the Angel of Gold Flame is the sword that Babel symbolizes justice and majesty. The golden beams of light converge along the hexagonal prism from the bottom to the top. They may have traveled for several kilometers, but in fact, they have been brought together to a point in just one instant.
The sky seemed to have been lit, and the clouds were burning.
A fiery beam of light from top to bottom penetrated into the dark mountains, and then dispersed into tens of millions of beams, plowing through the ocean of crystal clusters. With just one hit, the thousands of crystal clusters were wiped out.
The entire offensive of the Purple Ocean was stagnant.
But at the very center of the beam of light, the towering minaret remains only the charred remains.
The flag turned into a bit of ashes, drifting in the breeze before dawn.
Some noble ladies covered their faces and lost their voices, crying and reverberating above the city walls, but they couldnt bear the horrific killing.
The Golden Flame Angel should not be used at this time, but it is known that only the bravest people deserve sharp swords-the Sheti people proved their bravery. Mangrove patted the old mans shoulder as he walked down the city, meaning to tell the Duke Ludwig:
Many people will die here, but the living must fight.
At the Sphinx of the Sphinx, a battle that had no suspense was announced, and humans had no hope of winning.
The young officer from Atadi stood on the wall and gave a knight salute to the commander of his legion. The other persons eyes carried that kind of respect from the heart. Then he jumped and fell down the cliff.
Countless roundworms are climbing up the city.
Veronica looked at the scene blankly.
“Its time to retreat,” Mephist told her.
“I cant even remember his name, but I know that the child is a knight of the Folding Knights,” she said quietly to Gray Sword: “They are the best young men in the empire.”
“I know them,” Mephisto knew these enemies of his own. “Its worth admiring.”
“Bring my horse, Im going to meet Istorville.”
Then she turned and left.
Mayfest grabbed her arm and shook her head: “Why, you know that there is no result, and the elves have troubles, and you still have injuries.”
“We may all die here, and this injury is nothing,” Veronica replied softly. “Do you want me to give up? We can still retire now, but we will always retreat.”
…
Yalota stared blankly at the mess left after the dispute …
The desk case fell to the ground, the parchment and map tube rolled to the ground, and the elf guards stood awkwardly at the door. The King of Lorraindale, wearing a black fleece and thin face, shook his head, and he bent down to pick up the military map from the ground. His skinny palms were as pale as a vampire.
Depth can be used to describe the face of the elf lord. The sunken eyes seem to be filled with a bright flame, but his lips are extremely thin, as if indifferent, and extremely opinionative.