Vol 6 Chapter 321

The port of Befalaye.

Tall sailing boats were leaving the port, and a stern made a white track in the bay. The sailors yelled at the horns to put down the clouds of sails, and the cables were stretched straight in the voice of the captain and the chief mate.

Brando stood on the wet stone trestle and looked out to the port area, and saw the black crowd on the pier full of fleeing people.

The news that the goddess of death and moon betrayed Martha, and the state of eternal death fell quickly. The local dark aristocrats and the undead have already caught up with the Queen's army, and the remaining human refugees have arrived from nearby areas near and far, gathering in the ports of Befaraye, Lopeson, and Naugao. These people expect to flee to Silver Bay or Grey Mountain, and a small number of them will choose Eruin.

However, few people can really find a boat willing to take them away. Most people can only use envy to watch those who have a certain family property tow away with their mouths, and those who stay can only Waiting for death.

Brando frowned and looked at the rioting crowd. The cry on the pier shook the sky. He even saw someone being squeezed out of the pier. The falling water was struggling in the sea. Although he was very uncomfortable in his heart, he was helpless.

Compared to the size of the refugees, the capacity of the Port of Befalaya is far from enough.

Perhaps Madara's upper class had left too ruthlessly, but staying was also a dead end. The Supreme Man holding the mercury rod made her extremely indifferent decision again with her unique indifference.

Princess Magdal couldn't bear her expression.

They arrived in Befaraye only three days ago, and Martha teleported them into the Yongmao Forest, and the forest at the foothills of the Tedat Mountains was not too far away from Befaraye.

Befalaya is located in the north of Madara. It is across the dark star sea from the Nitmena peninsula where the Grey Mountains are located. It is Madara's last supply port to Eluin and Silver Bay.

There is not much distance to Eruin from here, and the caravan travels along the Butch Mountains for only half a month. To the east is the Karasu Plateau controlled by the Highland Knights.

Here has always been the news distribution center in the north of the Sea of ​​the Dead Moon, and the refugees from the south have brought various rumors that the crystal clusters and the army of the undead march. Among the rumors, the undead army has turned in the direction of Naugao. They were divided in two at the Torres Pass in the north of the Sea of ​​the Dead Moon, and some of them turned eastward, and their main force turned to the Tobania Strait.

The Tobania Strait is a naturally formed isthmus between Saint Osor and Madara, west of the Sea of ​​Dark Stars. It appears that Her Majesty the Queen of Madara has made up her mind to enter the Grey Mountains from there. As for the eastward branch, it seemed likely to Brando that he had gone to Eruin.

In addition to the news from the south, some fleets that arrived a month ago also brought news from the north, but the timeliness was poor, and rumors of the collapse of the Cruz Empire spread like a plague. But some gossip mentions the peace talks between the Cruzs and the wind elves in the Four Realms. This was unexpected by Brando.

It seemed that some of the empire's people survived the war, and he was very worried about the comfort of Faina and Ms. Veronica, the nun who was always the lion's sanctuary, and the Great Holy Tile. Pull.

Among them, especially the Great Holy See Walla. After the death of the Silver Queen, Walla was the pillar of the spirit and belief of the empire. If he was killed in the war, the empire would soon become a piece of sand. The four empires of humans and elves went to one of them, which was too heavy a blow to the order camp.

However, the true and false news hidden in the chaotic rumors makes it impossible to tell the truth of the incident, and Brando can only give up guessing. After Eruin, everything is final.

He did not use it to crowd the fleeing crowd with the limited ships, but Huanghuo, Mr. Liu and Fang Qi had to go to Jiufeng, and Princess Magdale also had to return to the principality of Antobró, so everyone had to separate here. Already.

In fact, the ship found the Phoenix Fire a day ago. They just happened to meet a merchant fleet to return to Jiufeng. This fleet will take the Tobania Strait to the Red Jade Mountains, which is enough to avoid the missing person. The truncated Luan Strait route. And Princess Magdale hired a whaling ship to Stormport. With her current strength, Brando would not have any trouble with the nun princess on the road.

At this time, Brando looked over and looked at the dragon girl standing beside the little dragon.

It was Frofa, but the dark silver sheen in her eyes had faded at this moment. Deep in the pupil rekindled the golden flame representing the golden ethnicity.

Frofa was discovered with Aloz three days ago. Among the surviving dragons, there is another black dragon named Pell, who has recovered his consciousness at the moment of being captured.

Frohfa was about to return to Long Island, and Aroz and her other kin would naturally want to be with her. Although the mother dragon is extremely persevering, but after having had so many things, she can't hang out heartlessly.

On Dragon Island, there are not only the inheritance of dragons, but also the young dragons who were left there during the war. Now the dragons have been hit hard. In order to maintain the survival of the ethnic group. Taking control of the situation at Long Island is a priority.

"Brando"

The little female dragon whimpered and slammed into his suspicion. Brando rolled her eyes and almost planted directly into the sea water. Aloz looked up with tears in his eyes and blinked his golden eyes: "Brando, you must wait for us, and wait for everything, and I will come to you with Frofa."

Frofa could not help frowning.

However, she nodded slightly to Brando, and she understood that if it were not for this human, she and Aloz would not be able to stand here intact, and the loss of the Dragons would only be greater.

But when she thought that her earrings had fallen on the other hand, she felt a little confused.

"Mr. Brando," Frofa said, her voice was very soft and nice: "Aloz has always been like this, you don't need to mind, we thank you for your salvation."

Having said that, she saluted all the people present and said apologetically, "Sorry, everyone, I brought you misfortunes and disasters for you and my fellow people. After I returned from Long Island, I I will try my best to make up for my fault "

"It doesn't have to be that way, Miss Froga," Magdale reassured her. "In fact, each of us understands that it is not your intention, and that you are only manipulated by the Twilight Dragon. Now that you can recover, we will only feel happy."

Frofa nodded silently.

"It's okay," Fang Qi put his hands behind his head and told a cold joke: "At least you don't need to repent in front of Lord Bahamut, because even now the dragon **** has betrayed the dragon of the dusk."

"Fang Qi!" Huang Huo stabbed the guy with a sword handle in a bad mood.

"Why," Fang Qi cried with some grievances: "I'm not wrong again, let alone that Miss Frofa is a dragon, wouldn't she even have this capacity?"

"The dog can't vomit ivory." Huang Huo stared at him.

"Miss Phoenix Fire, Mr. Fang Qi, no need to be noisy. Mr. Fang Qi is right, the dragon is a warrior of the gods. This setback is not a big deal. In the past wars, we also suffered heavy loss."

Frofa interrupted them, and she looked very calm, apparently already aware of the upheaval within the Dragons. But the girl lost her scarlet face slightly and still reflected her heart, obviously not as calm as expected.

The dragons suffered heavy losses in previous wars, but this time they lost their oracles.

"Miss Frofa" Huang Huo said with some worry, she looked subconsciously at her teacher.

Brando felt something, and he also looked at Frofa, who had misunderstood him because of Aloz. In fact, he still felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to get along. But Frofa seemed very calm and calm, and she took his gaze calmly.

"Are you going to take control of Bahamut's temple on Long Island?" Brando blurted.

There was a hint of surprise in Frofa's eyes.

The temple of Bahamut is the center of Long Island. She must set up the inheritance of the Dragon family and the descendants of the dragon before the arrival of the Dragon God. If necessary, she must give up the Dragon Island and search again. Another shelter.

In the battle of Metz, although the Dragons suffered heavy losses, I believe that many of them still survive. She must convene these same races in this war. The world still needs the power of the golden race.

She nodded.

"Fruff," Brando thought for a moment, and said, "We are all very clear about what this next war means to the world. I don't want to say more, but I have some suggestions."

"Please, Mr. Brando."

"I think what we are facing now is not a war that can be won by singles alone. Even if we unite all the power of Warnde, it still looks weak in the face of this powerful opponent, so we can't disperse our power. Now it is rumored that Faenzan, Cruz and the Wind Elves are starting a negotiation. If this negotiation really exists, then it must be what Faenzan, Cruz and the Wind Elves realized. And before we go to a standstill Before the realm, in fact, the dead souls of Madara, Her Majesty, and Her Majesty had almost given us the same suggestion. She hoped to convey a goodwill to the entire bright world through Elune: Now the undead The main soldiers passed through the Tobanian Strait and the mountains of Butch in two ways, but not to attack Saint Osor and Eruin, but to stand with the entire world of order and face the war together. "

(To be continued.)

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