Vol 5 Chapter 130

After the storm, a drunk blue sky was revealed under the originally dark sea. The sun passed through the dark clouds, and the sky gradually recovered and clarified. After the storm, only fine rain wires remained in the sky, which flickered in the sun. With golden light, Yusi fell on the fleet's mast, washing the burn marks and blood on the silver sails. The whole fleet of wounds was hovering in the air above the lofty inland sea, as if a behemoth fell into silence, and the scaly wounds described the battle that had just passed.

Dragon beasts are retreating like a tide.

Modesti vibrated the sun-shielded wings, and the clouds of eddy swirling under her wing were like torrents hitting a reef and shredded and shattered into scattered pieces of flame. She confronted this human fleet in midair, hating Staring at each other, a look of resentment appeared in the golden pupils, but a moment ago, the oblique sword that split the storm to break the storm made her scared.

Extreme Sword Master-There is even a Extreme Sword Master in this small human fleet, the human man in black, and those chilling eyes make her unable to raise any resistance at all.

Damn it, if the arrogant guy of Obstien was here, it must be made good-looking. The female black dragon gritted his teeth, but had to admit defeat. She used her claws to indicate to her general, Dragon Beast, not to act rashly. , Retreat! They're going to Fatan, and see, we'll meet again there! "Modesti almost squeezed the words out of her teeth.

When she turned, it seemed as if a cloud had moved from the sky, and the shadow covering the fleet was empty.

The dragon left.

"They retreated!" The crowd screamed. They could hardly believe that they withstood the storm and defeated the attack of the dragon beast, which was almost a miracle-no, it was a miracle. Everyone understands. The biggest crisis has passed, so far this vast sea area will be a smooth road for them, and there will be no obstacles.

After the storm, the rainbow hanging on the sky is already so clear.

The Cruzs who had participated in the previous battle could not help yelling. Even crying, the aristocrats no longer care about being decent, went up to the deck, watching the scenes, their feet were a little soft, leaning on the mast and painting the holy emblem of Martha-whispering praises to miracles Blessed drop. But they have not forgotten who created the miracle, although they are extremely reluctant to admit that it was an Eruin who did all this. From Vargus to Port Ruen, from Port Ruen to the sublime Inland Sea, there seemed to be no difficulty that could hinder that young man's confidence.

"That's the offspring of that person, after all."

"He is the descendant of the Highland Knight ..."

The whispers were whispered in the crowd.

More people gathered at the side of the ship to cheer loudly to celebrate this hard-won victory, and also to vent their feelings hysterically. But those who were really involved in preparing for the war couldn't afford any extra thoughts at this time. I just feel deeply tired and exhausted.

As if after a sudden relaxation, sleepiness and mental weakness swept across.

Brando was standing on the tower of the Akhenaten, and at a glance he saw the young merchant lady who had been slumbered by Yuta in her arms. Even in her sleep, Roman still frowned slightly, as if The previous work is continuing. See this scene. Brando couldn't help feeling that his heart could not be softened. In the past more than forty hours, the entire fleet's innumerable supplies were uniformly deployed by Miss Merchant and worked continuously for nearly two days and two nights. She No rest in the slightest.

But all this was done almost perfectly with the support of Miss Merchant's unusual talent. That terrible memory and keen sense of material flow even surprised Brando.

In the past, he rarely intervened in Roman's business affairs in the territory, nor did he see how the young lady was arguing in his field, but at this moment. But he understood why the fir-collar business was so organized from the beginning, and even far beyond its other industries.

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"Brando, those monsters attack our side far more often than the other side, with sixteen small boats and four large ships on the other side. Their magic crystal consumption and ammunition consumption should be much lower than expected. Twenty-seven ships have run out of ammunition, and you can find a balance from the other side. "

"Also," Romance warned him carefully with a pair of dark circles, "the ship that was hit was the Deer, and there were three other ships, two of which crashed into the sea. Food and drinking water are one third of our total supply. I have placed the remaining transport ships in the middle of the fleet. Brando, you have to be careful to protect them. "

After uttering these words, she yawned and fell asleep in his arms when she tilted her head. She also snored lightly, as if she did not worry that Brando would take advantage of her, making Brando smile with a bitter smile . It is a pity that Brando had given a warm arm to the merchant and lady who had followed him wholeheartedly since Butch, but the fleet could not leave his command for a moment, and he had to give the latter to the utmost care.

Thinking of the war that had just ended, he felt a little lucky.

It was a rare storm on the noble sea. Lightning brushed down like an electric screen descending from the dark clouds, but the storm showers not only hindered humans, but also blocked the dragon beast's attack.

This is the reason why he tried to push the crowd away from the end of the route and entered the dangerous storm range, because he knew that these dragons and animals from the ground must not adapt to the complex and changing climate of the ocean. It turns out that his common sense in the game saved everyone once again. Modesti organized multiple attacks in the storm, and none of them worked. Dragon Beast is not used to forming a team in the stormy clouds, let alone launching. An effective offensive, on the other hand, is better than falling into the sea because of losing altitude; on the other hand, although the human fleet is slow, sailors who are accustomed to standing with the waves can always effectively avoid fleet trek. Although angry, but can not help, although the dragon is powerful, it is not omnipotent.

A truly threatening attack was on the eve of the rainstorm. It is a pity that he did not deviate from Brando's prediction. He knew well the character of Heilongyu, and therefore arranged the countermeasures early. Moreover, this time even God is on the side of human beings. The storm lasted for two days and two nights, and the dragon group was already exhausted. When they launched their final offensive under the persecution of Modesti, the astonishing sword of the Grey Swordmaster dispelled all her delusions.

Although human beings dominated, but in the past two days, everyone recalled that it was a brutal fight.

The fleet lost more than 10% of its warships, and suffered even more damage. Many people died in battle, but more losses came from the storm itself, which was a nightmare, but it was finally over. Sailors, sergeants, cheered hard after hissing. One by one, they fell down on the deck, and the snoring sounded for a while, but at this time there was no mate urging them to stand up and continue the battle, and soon there was only the same voice on the deck.

"What a fluke, Lord Lord." Charles was in a mess, and the beautiful Magister's robe wrinkled and stuck to him as he was soaked in water. As he walked up to the tower, he wiped a handful of water drops on his forehead and complained to Brando: "We had once encountered a storm on the sea of ​​glitter, and the storm above the sea was far more terrible than here. Your grandfather was vomiting. "

Brando stared at the guy who corrupted his grandfather's image.

Shire was stared at a guilty conscience and spread his hands: "Well, I admit that I also vomited a bit, but I am a wizard, you know, our willpower is always stronger than the average person."

"You're pale and unconvincing."

"That's because it's too sleepy. Lord Lord."

"Why don't I know Yingling still needs to sleep?"

"I think that grown-up has a different opinion--" Charles smiled slightly.

Brando knew that this guy was talking about Saint Osor after the wind, and cursed slyly. He didn't dare to expose the elf sister's shortness.

Flap, Brando heard the sound of footsteps falling behind him. He turned back, and a pair of black high heels caught his eyes. The rose inlaid at the tip of the shoe is as eye-catching as blood, and the snow is dazzling on the ankle. It is an ebony skirt, a delicate waist, layered lace corsage, and a thin shoulder strap tightly in the white. Shoulder, slender neck, pointed chin, long hair dyed with ink, red eyes like agate, slender eyebrows raised high, and forehead as smooth as jade.

"Why did you come out?" Brando frowned, and asked a little unhappyly, but it was a trouble, and he managed to take her to the ship with his covering eyes, not to expose her to the general public.

If the successor of the Dark Dragon is still a mouse crossing the street, if the identity of this lady is exposed, I am afraid that he will immediately become the enemy of civilization.

"It's too stuffy inside the carriage." Dark Kou Hua frowned, and cut indiscriminately.

Brando glanced at Charles, who nodded intently, and saluted Kou Hua with his hand on his chest: "I'll go and arrange room for Miss O'Neill. There are too many people on the deck."

Dark Kouhua's eyes looked disdainful, and she was about to despise this hypocritical statement, but listened to Brando sternly: "Come with me."

The outer deck of the second deck below the Aktenton was a hollowed out corridor. Only after the storm flooded a lot of rain here. The aisle was still wet. Brando silently led the dark Corva across the corridor. Halfway through, I stopped, looked back at each other, and said, "You're asking for trouble."

"It's not very old next year, but it's cautious like an old man," said Dark Kou Hua, and he puffed his mouth. "I smelled the smell of those nasty reptiles, but I just wanted to come up and see if you need help. Outside. Man, you don't know me at all, what are you afraid of? "

"Don't underestimate humans, don't forget who you defeated. Besides, there is a dragon on my boat. Do you think she can't recognize you?" Brando answered angrily.

"No wonder it's smelly here, but the dragon is also divided into several generations. The little reptile born after the era of chaos may not be able to recognize me." The girl snorted softly: "Moreover, you think I want to see you Despicable fellow, I wouldn't be too lazy to wander around in this smelly place unless someone asked me out. "

"Someone asked you to come out?" Brando had expected this guy to be insincere. Although she said in her mouth that she didn't have to worry about it, she was obviously more cautious than anyone, and would not easily appear in front of anyone at all. The woman was arrogant on the surface. But in private, he is a guy who cherishes his life and adores his power. He will never expose himself to danger unless he is unwilling.

"I told her to come out."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded in their minds.

Brando hesitated for a moment, immediately discerning who the voice belonged to: "Master after the wind?" He didn't expect that this elf sister, who hadn't appeared in a long time, would choose to appear at this time, and he couldn't help but be excited. In fact, he was having stomach issues at the moment and wanted to ask each other, but the sage had never given him this opportunity before.

"Brando."

But St. Osor's voice today is a little bit serious. With her words, a phantom gradually formed in the corridor. Brando once saw the appearance of this sage in the underground of the Shavrund Silver Mine, but she was not like this now. The elf sister now has a silver crown on her head. Wearing a battle armor, the armor showed a faint purple brilliance. The body was like a dragon with teeth and claws. A thick fur cloak was dragged behind it. The edge of the cloak was embroidered with the royal emblem of the misty elves, and there was a star and moon intertwined Coat of arms. The amethyst-like sabre hangs around the elf lady's waist, and the weight of the sword's counterweight hammers the legendary treasure of the elf, the shining star of the star treasure.

When Brando saw St. Osor like this, he couldn't help but stop, but immediately he subconsciously reacted-this is the legendary armor set in the battle of saints after the wind, it is also the elves royal family. Symbol, the lament of Stardust, it is said that this set of armor has disappeared with the mist elves in the long river of history. But one day when it reappeared on the king of the elves, it did not diminish the style of the year.

"My lord after the wind ... this is ..." Brando didn't understand what the queen after the wind appeared in order to give the she-wolf a disappointment? It seemed that Saint Osor in his knowledge was not so superficial.

"Huh?" Dark Kou Hua also sighed with surprise after watching the wind: "It really is the legacy of those guys in the Tower of Heaven. I did not expect that I could still see it in this era."

"What does this mean?" Brando interrupted her.

"Brando," but took the initiative after the wind said, "remember those things I said to you last time?"

"Last time ...?"

"That's when you accepted Odin's inheritance."

"You said ..." Brando remembered the conversation at the time: "At that time, you said that what you did, and what Odin did, may not be possible today, thousands of years later. To be clear with right and wrong is nothing more than different endings caused by different means— "

As if a flash of lightning flashed through his thoughts, he immediately responded: "It turns out. The Dark Dragon has chosen the wrong path, and you--"

"We are not necessarily right," St. Osor interrupted Brando. "In fact, we have expected today's results as early as the last battle."

"But why ..." Brando looked at the wind puzzledly: "Is it true that Master Turaman is saying?"

"This is about to talk to a legend. Brando." The elf sister silently looked at Kou Hua and replied lightly.

It was the era of the Azure Knight who had not yet penetrated the sky, attracted meteors to the ground, and began the era of mortals ...

It was the era before chaos.

In the era described in countless hymns, God walked on the earth, and the earth was full of God's people, the silver family. Warriors of God-a family of gold. And before them, there are more glorious people and servants. Under the glory of God, the earth is full of gold and beautiful jade. Sweet and sweet rivers flow in the river. Gods guide their people to cultivate and reproduce on this rich land. The fire of civilization once flourished. Strong, the silver people have built countless miracles on the earth. The towers are inserted into the clouds, the city floats on the clouds, the temple is piled with jade, and the holy voice in the temple is endless.

But in fact, the history of war in Cang's poems tells a completely different story.

It was an era of war, bloodshed, and heroic sacrifice. In that era, the gods and their servants also faced a terrible enemy-the dragon of dusk, countless battles, and countless times in the ruins. Reconstruction, civilization has collapsed several times, and in the last era, the Dragon of Twilight captured the most powerful fortress of the silver people-the Tower of Babel.

Darkness of civilization.

This is the terrible disaster recorded on the Cruzian's epic poem, recorded on the slate of war, and recorded in the dark prophecy. Countless civilizations were destroyed once, and past traditions were scattered on the earth. After that, countless years after that, the once noble people of silver had to trudge across the earth with difficulty, chasing thorns, and finding everything that was lost.

Until a hero appears in this world.

Azure knight.

That legend that changed everything.

After the azure lance pierced into the sky, causing the Dragon of Dusk to fall asleep, then the Min'er appeared on the earth, and a prophet led them through the Great Plains to establish a **** in the Clover Field today to stay away from Wo The first civilized empire after Ende, this is the Minr Empire, and this is also the beginning of the mortal era.

And that prophet, he has no name, but legends about him have been passed down from generation to generation, since every generation of Miner has a prophet, and they have a common name-the dragon of darkness.

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