Vol 6 Chapter 512

The purple ocean is disappearing from the valley.

The herald looked at that direction stunned, and after a while, he turned back and said in an unbelievable tone: "They ... they are retreating from the first line of defense, Your Excellency."

Veronica looked at the scene calmly.

In the valley, Faina lifted her helmet upwards, flung her long golden hair, and was covered with steaming sweat. She threw the helmet out of the distance, and raised the knight's sword with the rolled blade high in her hands, shouting hysterically to the distance:

"We won!" Tears could not help but burst into tears.

By her side, the knights were already cheering.

Everyone was cheering.

Magdal stood silently next to his grandfather, and Saint Wolf, the White Wolf Sword, pressed down on the sharp rock with one hand and looked down at the scene. The breeze blew across the Alkash Valley, as if a gentle hand was touching between the bare mountains and rocks, with broken flags, wreckage, and flowing blood.

It was a tragic victory.

In the air, on countless floating ships, the Hazel and Cruz people watched this scene together-this is the first time that the crystal cluster has retreated in three months.

Its meaning is self-explanatory.

This is the beginning of Swift's year. The upheaval that people have experienced in the past six months is far more violent than at any moment in history. The civil strife of the Cruz Empire, the fall of the black moon, the advent of the magic tide, the resurgence of the dusk, the disaster of the White Mountains, the chaos of the Eruin, the beginning and end of the Wizarding War-

However, in the end, Vond emerged from a series of complicated incidents. With the end of the Wizarding War as the background of the Bugatians' public bow, Saint Osor and Madara finally reached a union. As if in the darkness of reaching five fingers, people finally saw the dawn of dawn.

That may be the darkest moment before dawn.

The combined fleet of the Hazels and the Cruzs crossed most of the St. White Plains, writing a perfect stop at the end of the battle. Bahamut fell outside the city of Kandbel in the winter year of the sword year, while the quinine lions who rejoined the holy covenant abandoned their former suspects and helped their former enemies in the battle in Corkova. The Eruin calmed the rebellion.

After the destruction of the Sasarde Alliance, the coalition of Jiufeng and Buga began to clear the remnants of the Twilight Dragon on the Great Plains of the East, the bloodthirsty centaur of the wasteland. And once the war on the Eastern Front has come to an end, it is foreseeable that the re-conclusion of the Holy Pledge is near.

Silver Bay sent a second coalition army. Under the command of their emperor, the undead army had just arrived in the area of ​​Isorin, and the two Elf Legions had walked in front of them and entered the valley area of ​​the Thoran Forest— The Four Realms is ahead.

But before the arrival of these new forces, the Battle of Alqash had been announced in advance. On February 7th, the Silver Bay Coalition led by White Wolf Sword Saint-Blanc and Princess Magdale arrived. Two weeks later, the human coalition recaptured. The first line of defense of the Babel fortress.

After this battle, the Twilight Dragon finally began to confine its powers-perhaps after the conspiracy of the Sazard was defeated, the chaotic monarch was tired of repeatedly consuming power in one place.

But the fist was retracted just for the next heavy swing.

In many areas, especially Silver Bay, people are celebrating this miracle-like victory. However, for more seniors of humans and elves, it is becoming more and more aware of this.

Obviously, the victory of a battle is not the end of all this. On the contrary, it may be the beginning of this long war. Then, it is no longer a conspiracy and trick, but a real bloodshed and fight. .

The time node seems to be getting closer.

A new round of the Four Realms Conference is already under preparation. This time, the Cruzites chose Manktor as the venue for the conference. This place was a holy confession in the language of the former Mines-this was once the place where a holy vow was concluded in the battle of the saints. , The former site of the Holy White Conference in the center of the Four Realms.

The potential implications of choosing such a place are in fact well known.

The states of the Silver Bay, the Hazels, the Fazans, the Buga, the Nine Phoenixes, and even the Elves of Elanta and the Druids of the Ring of Sky have all responded to the call of this covenant, not to mention Speaking of other countries and forces, large and small, the four temples came together again, and the scene a thousand years ago was reproduced at this moment.

As far away as Chongshan in the north of Eruin, an army of dwarves is also crossing the snow-capped mountains, and their destination has long been determined.

In Baltha's King Valley--

The snowstorm in the past week has stopped on this plateau. This will be the last heavy snow this winter. After the heavy snow and the snow cover, the mountains and forests are already preparing for the coming vibrant season.

Everything just waits for the snow and ice to melt, and the spring of Swift's year will announce its return.

That will be the hope of all things recovering.

It was just another scene in the snow-capped valley at this moment. The knights of the White Lion Legion are lining up and looking up. Behind the rows of flags are restless multi-headed snake lizards-under the feet of these giants, the tree elven shooters are appeasing their huge 'comrades'.

Commander Fini walked around the neat centaur queue, looking a little boringly above the sky. The silver fleet from Toniger was approaching one by one, and the lights shone; then appeared in the sky. The statues of the Valkyries, the flames of the white horses flying over the valley, caused a thunderous cry.

Behind them were the Dragon Knights and a few Griffin heavy cavalry. The knights held up the Eruin flag and the silver battle flags sang in the wind, which once made the atmosphere in the valley.

Cheers from time to time fell on the distant treetops of snow and crushed ice, crashed into the stream below, floating ice floating on the water, disappearing in a whirlwind. At the end of the stream will be the warm south of the kingdom, where spring is already full of spring.

But above the temple in the middle of the valley, several figures suddenly appeared.

One of them was a small head, but the figure seemed to condense the hearts and power of the whole kingdom.

The valley calmed down.

There was only a sound of quiet breathing.

Everyone looked up, waiting for their commander—their king.

Haruzer exhaled in the cold wind, and blinked slowly, staring at the whole valley. He gathered his cloak, and the cotton cloak was extremely inconsistent with his size. The long cloak had been dragged on the marble floor. The golden red color, the cotton ball was white and cloud-like.

He seemed a little too weak, almost not like a king, more like His Royal Highness, a little skinny and tender little girl-but he was firm enough to remind people of the same brave Fossa princess.

The cloak, like a silent agreement, bears on the future heirs of this kingdom.

For the past 100 years, the king of Corkova has chosen to take his seat at Wintertalon. There, they will take the scepter and crown symbolizing the king from the bishop of the Temple of Fire and become the true rulers of this land.

But today, there are some special things.

The crowd slowly separated.

Haruzer turned away, her elder sister reflected in her silver eyes, and she was slowly walking up the stairs, step by step, to her own presence, accompanied by Sir Overwell. He saw the crown in her sister's hand, and the dim silver crown was inlaid with the shining gemstone.

That was the Goring gem.

It was born in the hands of one hero and witnessed the birth of another hero. When people retrieved it from the ruins of Dengbao, the brilliance on this gem was not damaged, as if everything in the past could not leave any trace on it.

Like the steadfastness and indomitableness of this ancient kingdom, it also represents the indomitable courage of the Eruin.

Haruze looked up, his silver eyes were moist, and he stared silently at his sister.

"Are you ready?" At this important moment, Griffin was a bit distracted, and she asked softly, holding the crown.

Haruze nodded seriously.

A ceremonial officer stepped up and gave him the ruby ​​scepter and the golden apple.

Haruzet held up these two symbols of power and power, and looked up slightly nervously-Princess Griffin watched him seriously and said, "From today on, you will inherit Eruin The will of the kings becomes the new master of this land ... but it is more than just domination, it is more responsibility. The oath made by the ancestor Eke under his sword is to guard the land. "

"Haruzer," she asked again. "Are you ready, take this kingdom forward."

Haruze was silent.

There was some regret in his mind, but on this important occasion, the person who was most important to him was not here. Rather than accepting this responsibility, he hopes to be recognized by his teacher. In his mind, only that person is the eternal hero.

Where would he and his sister be without him?

But thinking of the teacher's look towards him, Haruze became firm again, and nodded solemnly: "I'm ready, sister."

"Swear it."

"From this moment, I will be the king of the Eruin, but it is the courage of the Eruin-I swear that I will stand before everyone and always guard this ancient kingdom until my life. The end. "

Princess Griffin nodded, and she looked at Sir Wolf aside.

Overwell took a step forward and looked at Haruzer and said, "Your life is still very long, Your King, but your vows will last forever. Remember, if one day you forget your oath today, Not only the Lionheart Sword will leave you, every Eruin will call you your betrayer. "

"I will never betray, Sir Overwell."

"I hope to see this day."

Overwell lifted the Lionheart sword in his hand, and there were shallow cracks on the bright blade, but it had already symbolized not only a sword—that was the power given to the king by the nobility and the people, and he gave the sword Place it on Haruze's shoulder, and give it gently to the young king.

Then he lowered his sword and helped the king to bury it in the scabbard.

At that moment, a lady in the crowd looked at the scene quietly, she felt a little regretful, but full of relief.

Sir Wolf stepped back and let Princess Griffin come to her brother. Her Royal Highness then held up the crown in her hand and carefully placed it on top of Haruze's head. The little prince lowered his head slightly to bear the weight of the crown.

Griffin said a little bit harshly: "Remember this moment, Haruze, this will be your last bow; from today on, you will be His Majesty the King of this kingdom, and you will be a symbol of courage for all Eruins. , Never let this ancient kingdom lose its backbone. "

"I remember, sister."

The crown was gently put on.

Haruzer raised his head at the same moment.

The whole valley was silent.

This is how many people look forward to the scenes of countless moments, how much blood and tears, to pay for the rebirth of this kingdom.

Three days ago, the earliest noble nobleman of Eruin, Earl Grey Mountain voluntarily surrendered his power. And make her daughter, Yi Deni, join the aristocratic parliament and become a noble parliamentarian.

A month ago, the Grand Duke Lantoniland, with his great-granddaughter, announced her seclusion and returned her land to the royal family.

Later, Grand Duke Karasu was also willing to go to the residence of the governor of the Corcova Province at the invitation of the royal family. With the support of the Cardilloso family, the Highland Knights had previously fallen to the royal family and accepted the White Lion Legion to become a true military force belonging to Eruin.

In the severe winter of the Year of the Sword, all the nobles who participated in the rebellion got their due. All the nobles who participated in collusion with all things or who were affiliated with the Sazard have been hung in Ampelsel so far On the gallows outside the city.

The provinces of Viero and Golan-Elsen were directly withdrawn by the royal family and no longer sealed.

In the north, the rebels have long since disappeared.

The final resistance of the Count of Yanbao was also surrendered under the attack of the royal fleet; waiting for the end of these people will not be much easier than the nobles who participated in the rebellion in the south, and may be deprived of their nobility. treatment.

Behind this great restoration was the biggest change in the history of this ancient kingdom. For the first time, the entire kingdom was completely integrated, rather than being held in the hands of large and small fiefs.

This is the birth of a central royal power, but it also witnesses the contract between the royal family and the nobility, the nobility and the people. In the future, this may be a country that belongs to all Eruins.

As Brando described in his letter.

A week ago, the hero of the Eruin, the lord of the Tonigels, the knight of Her Royal Highness, the legendary Earl of Tonigol sent such a letter from the distant Saint Osor.

In that letter, for the first time, he commissioned everything in written language, including Valhalla, to his only student in Eruin, in written language.

The Lord Earl's approach shocked everyone, but beyond belief and shock, people's hearts were more deeply admired.

Some people can save the tide and save everything.

These people are called heroes.

But others were able to step out of that glorious halo, and when the world was still indulging in illusory pride, his eyes had already seen history, and he had seen that settled future through layers of fog.

They should probably be called fools.

In any case, the Eruin will remember such a name.

Just as they once remembered his grandfather.

At this point, history is no longer on track.

An old kingdom was reduced to ashes in the flames.

But another brand new Alluin has appeared, just like the shining crown.

"For Alluin!"

"For Your Majesty the King!"

"May the black pine evergreen,"

"May Alluin last."

"May the faith shine as before,"

"May the sword be as sharp as ever."

His Majesty the King held his scepter and turned slowly. He dragged his long cloak to the edge of the terrace, and his childish silver eyes stared at all his subjects.

It was a boiling sea.

Then he held up the scepter in his hand and pointed towards the northern border of the kingdom.

For half a century since the Second Jihad, at this moment, the Eruin army has once again stepped out of the country from here, and their opponents will no longer be compatriots-but will fight for the future of the orderly world.

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(PS: After the end of this chapter today, I will enter the last episode of the book Amber starting tomorrow. Think about it with a little emotion ...)