It seems to be a blink of an eye, and White Reed finds himself to be alone and helpless.
The last news she got. It is about the fact that the mysterious army’s squadron crossed Vlada-Pes and pointed to the fortress Pallas’ in the north of Trentheim.
White Reed understands that Pallas’ is not a problem with Time, and Brando has never placed a real defense in that direction. At the heart of the Trentheim line of defense, there is only Valhalla.
But is Valhalla really enough to snuggle?
With the confluence of the army and the Radnor rebels, White Reed gradually saw the outline behind the incident.
While some have vowed to claim that the northern nobles collude with the devil, others believe that it is a rebel from the Swallowburg squad, and even rumors about Kirrlutzian crafty plots and machinations.
But White Reed has been able to smell the breath of the Sasaarland Alliance behind the rebels – history has begun to re-orbit, and the wizard war is on schedule. But there is still the power of a third party in this war, which is not in line with the history she knows.
The key factor is Swallowburg.
The mysterious army that originated in Swallowburg.
In White Reed’s memory of that dream. The only memory for Swallowburg for her is the crystal forest. It’s Crystalline, she feels she has found a third party on the battlefield, and the Sasaarland people are allied with the Dragon of Twilight earlier than history.
But why do they have a big deal with Aouine?
White Reed suddenly thought of what Freya brought back, the Brando, what Sophie brought to her. Could it be that Aouine really hides secrets?
Otherwise why is it so unique? She still remembers the locals’ description of the Black Moon’s death, and the beam of light that made the sky almost let Aouine suffer the least loss in the disaster.
“If Sophie is here, it would be fine.” White Reed couldn’t help but mutter.
She didn’t know how she could win in this war. Opposite Pallas was the Sasaarland, the pagans, the Twilight minions, and the Southern Territory rebels, a huge coalition that was almost impossible to defeat.
And she still has to hope that Her Highness the Princess will be safe.
“You look so embarrassed?”
“Nature is very difficult, Aouine’s opponents have never been set up for the enemy of level like Sasaarland. At least not now.”
“We can use the slate that Miss Scarlett sent back. Mr. Tamar has temporarily loaned it to me. It can transport MPs far beyond the Magicite engine group provided by Miss Amandina, just a little more Time. I can Complete the charging of the lower layer network.”
Monica replied: “At that time, we may be more emboldened. But the premise is Miss Nemesis, you have to protect yourself, because at the moment Valhalla only has the highest authority, if you are not, I There is no way to command this fortress to fight.”
“I will.” White Reed replied: “Reassure, this action is safe, just cover Mr. Leto and they evacuate. To be honest, I don’t want to use the power of Valhalla for another reason, I am Her Highness the Princess. People, you should understand.”
“I don’t quite understand your human thoughts,” Monica shook her head. “But I also support the fight, which is much less expensive for World Tree.”
White Reed nodded: “I should return within three days. The Oberbeck Count has confirmed the movement of the rebels. It should be enough for us to win the three-day time. Even if there is any problem, I can evacuate in advance.”
“I hope so,” Monica took a human-sized finger-sized gem from one’s own pocket and held it to Female Knight in her hands. “But you’d better bring this.”
“Death gems?”
“Exactly, if you are in danger, I will find a way to get Wind Archer or Troglodyte to meet you.”
White Reed nodded.
She saw the last group of soldiers wading through the river bank, a loose bridle, slightly clamped the horse’s belly, let the sitting horse start to move forward. She turned back and said to Monica:
“So wish us good luck, Monica.”
Monica nodded, watching the Female Knight rush into the rain.
……
The snow was soaring underground, and soon a thin layer was built outside the city gate of Fir Tree Shire. The sporadic white seems to be washing away the filth of the old World, giving the kingdom a new look.
“then we shall bade farewell here, Heinz.” Outside the city gate of the cold shirt collar, Brando started talking: “I have a lot of Time for you, I am sorry.”
“Nothing, adults, this is what I asked for myself,” Heinz said with a smile. “I was just out of my heart, and there was nothing particularly important.”
He looked toward towards Ling and Lian, waved to the two sisters: “Ling, lotus, take care of the body, have a chance I will go to Lantolian to see you.”
“You too, Mr. Heinz.” Lotus joined the ceremony. Ling is still expressionless brief remark hair, hands clasped with a backpack full of dried Dragonblood Moss.
“There will be a period later, adults.”
“There will be a period later.”
Heinz finally took a look at Roulind and turned and disappeared into the crowd.
Roulind licked the bared teeth and asked Brando aside: “Where are you going to take me, this ‘respected’ wizard?”
“Your father is Count of Purple Berry De Weisigg, Deputy Army Commander of Southern Legion?” Brando glanced at him and asked.
“That’s right.”
“Then why he wants to send you to Trentheim. If I remember correctly, your family and royalist relationship is very deep. Doesn’t your father agree with Princess Gryphine’s philosophy?”
“On the one hand, it is for learning. After all, the Lord Count is famous in Aouine. It is foreseeable that no matter who is in power in the future, Aouine’s top has a place for Trentheim people. On the other hand, it is for some intelligence, mainly about Her. Highness the Princess, my father wants to know the true relationship between Her Highness the Eldest Princess and the Trentheim people.” Roulind also swears and replies without hesitation. However, after seeing Brando’s interrogation method, he does not expect himself to hide anything. He does not want to become an idiot like the Buga people.
“So what is your opinion?”
“There are rumors that Her Highness the Princess will marry Trentheim ―Count of Radnor, but Her Highness the Princess has never been overstated, and I heard that Lord Count has a wife in itself –”
“Who did you listen to?” Brando interrupted him.
“Lord Count is Highland Knight. There was a marriage since childhood, and he was already 40 when he was at the Ampere Searl peace conference. So I guess I should be married. I heard that Lord Count also has a daughter called Funiya. “”
“What are you talking about?” Brando was almost picked up. I thought this was actually an unbelievable! rumor.
He turned his head and saw that the little face of the lotus was red. Ling also looked at him with a strange look.
“Why, what am I saying wrong?” Roulind saw that the expressions around him were a little weird and could not help but stop.
“No, no.” Brando replied weakly. I thought about it. It took less than a week to go, and I was ten years old. Gossip is a fearful thing. However, I seem to have a finger-negative marriage, but the object is…
“You keep going.”
Roulind continued to answer: “If Her Highness the Princess doesn’t plan to marry the Count of Tonigel, she will definitely go too close to the Lord Count’s nearest servants. The strange thing is that Lord Count doesn’t seem to care. Agree to the requirements of the empire.”
“This is your one’s own judgment?”
“Nobles think so.”
Brando thought that these people’s imaginations were rich, and being a noble seemed to them to be a little bit sloppy. Wouldn’t it be better to let Her Highness the Princess force them to become a screenwriter novelist, and save them from being able to make waves all day long?