Chapter 1065

The thunder faded and the dark clouds dispersed.

In the cold wind howling Valley, the escaped cavalry were frightened and looked around carefully; When they saw that the torch in the flag officer's hand was still burning and the imperial flag was still flying, they showed their "happy" look one after another.

The thunder storm that lasted nearly a quarter of an hour seemed to have spent a whole life in the memory of many cavalry; In the personal diaries of many knights and officers, almost all use similar writing to describe the battle of blood skeleton Valley on this day:

"... when the sun sets, we launch the final charge with Duke Byrne to the abyss of hell; we fight with the devil in hell, fight with the scream of the dead, and hold high the banner of the Empire in the storm of thunder and landslides;

We fight with flag guns, cheer up courage with shouts and overcome fear with sacrifice. We are surrounded by demons as many as sand, as dense as ants and as fearful as flood, and there is no way back;

Until the Duke defeated the devil and tore open the door of hell with the "dawn" sword, he was able to return to the world... "

However, no amount of exaggeration, gorgeous and cumbersome words can describe the complex mood of the cavalry's tears of joy after surviving and the gradually cold grief of the robes around them.

When they looked up, they found that there was no rotten corpse devil in the whole valley.

Hundreds of thousands of demons, enough to drown the duanjie mountain, disappeared into the blood skeleton valley.

There was nothing left except the "gravel" everywhere.

"Imperialists, assemble --!"

Waving the battle flag left by the dead flag officer, the count of white horse peak shouted in the valley: "I'm Sir Barry gray of white horse peak, the cavalry commander personally appointed by the Duke!"

"In the name of the Duke, I command you to immediately gather near the flag officers around you and close to the nearest torch you can see; all heralds and trumpeters who hear my voice will immediately sound the assembly horn and assemble the army!"

"Rescue the wounded around you and help your comrades in arms - whether he is a saxophone, Boyi or Bain, whether they are attendants or knights, soldiers or officers, I order you in the name of the Duke to protect your comrades in arms!"

"The last and most important order - any cavalry who finds the Duke must report immediately, obey all his requirements, and hand over your mount to the Duke. This is a military order! Repeat, this is a military order!"

The panting count of white horse peak waved behind him and asked the herald cavalry to disperse nearby.

"Do you think you can find Lord Loren as soon as you do this?"

One side of Lucian turned his head and looked anxiously at regrell: "when his mood is relieved, it means that the battle is over - whether Lord Loren won or not, he must be very dangerous now..."

"No matter how anxious you are, he is still as dangerous!" snapped count regrell. "Calm down, our Duke is not so fragile; our knights are more loyal than they seem."

"Don't forget, when the Duke rushed down, none of them hesitated or turned back. Isn't that enough to prove their loyalty?!"

The grey pupil boy who clenched his lower lip really had nothing to refute. He could only look around and look at all possible places.

At this moment

"Come on, I found it!"

"We found it. The Duke is here!"

"Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, report the Duke's position!"

... the noisy words and the confused sound of horses' hoofs made Lucian suddenly turn his head and see a group of cavalry holding torches and flags in the distance.

"Lucian, go find some magic hunters who know medicine and give them to the Duke... Hello, Lucian!"

The grey pupil boy who didn't hear the cry of regrell behind him had already taken the lead and galloped away with his horse.

When he pushed away the attendants who came forward to question his identity, waved a flag gun and said that he wanted to protect the Duke's safety, he rushed through the crowd impolitely, and saw a figure standing on the sword in the wilderness with a somewhat disappointed expression.

In front of the figure was a headless corpse who was covered in blood and curled up on the ground; Its back is arched, its hands are hanging on both sides, and it is still.

From a distance, it was like kneeling in front of the black haired wizard standing on the sword and bowing to his knees.

But Lucian didn't care about that at all. He got off his horse and approached the dark haired wizard carefully - he had a faint touch. Lord Loren in front of him seemed to be a little different from before.

It's not the physical changes, but now he can feel his fear of the dark haired wizard in the depths of his consciousness.

That fear... It's like facing Asriel and black cross serliol for the first time.

"Lucian?"

Looking back slowly, the dark haired wizard brightened his eyes, smiled and shouted softly.

"Lord Loren!" the grey pupil boy hurried forward and his eyes involuntarily stopped on the bloody headless body in front of him:

"This... This is the devil and the culprit of the spirit invasion... That... The eagle king of the Azores?"

Lauren nodded, indicating default.

"In that case, is it the end of the war?"

Surprised, Lucian blurted out, and then realized that his words were simply extreme: "ah... Ah, I don't mean that. I mean... If the king is killed, at least the attack of the Azores Elves will slow down?"

"At least they will want to redeem the body of the eagle king, and then elect a new eagle king; the Empire and Byrne can take this opportunity to rest for a while, or launch a raid on the confused Azores."

"Maybe even... They will fall into the civil war for the throne and have no time to consider the invasion!" the grey pupil said more and more excitedly.

Can't bear to interrupt his Loren, can only be a bitter smile.

In fact, at the beginning, Lucian's idea was basically similar to that of the black haired Wizard - if the eagle king, the Lord of the Azores, could be captured alive, he must be a very good hostage and prisoner; Although we don't expect this to make the elves surrender, it can at least make them fall into short-term chaos and strive for opportunities.

Even further, as Lucian said, when they were in the process of competing for the throne or electing a new king, they rested or launched a large-scale raid to completely destroy the offensive momentum of the Azores and regain the initiative of the war.

But after a short communication, Loren found that the situation was not as simple as he thought.

The Azores who have given everything will never accept the failed peace; The Empire, which paid a heavy price, could not accept that the elves could leave safely after the invasion.

At least... You don't have to think about using the eagle king's head to win advantage for the Empire.

Of course, there is the "black cross" serliol.

Loren's heart sank.

Asriel warned Loren that opening the second valve means giving the "black cross" serliol a chance to return to the material world again; In other words, the guy is probably back now, but he hasn't appeared in front of him yet.

He is crouching in a corner, waiting for his own chance.

As for seryol's purpose, Loren already has some eyebrows - but whatever he wants to do, he must first get two nine pointed star Holy Grails and destroy the Holy Cross.

The former has a holy grail in Loren's hands, and now he is the only person in the world who knows where the second Holy Grail is;

The latter wants to completely dig out the foundation of the Holy Cross in this world, which means that he must help or secretly manipulate the Azores to defeat the Empire, or at least let the elves die with the Empire.

To achieve both goals, serlior will have the most direct direct direct conflict with Loren.

In other words, the next battle, the "black cross" serlior, will no longer be able to fake others - this time, he must be both a chess player and a chess piece. If necessary, he must even fight in person, and he can no longer hide behind the scenes to manipulate the situation.

Such a result... I really don't know whether it is good or bad.

"At least, it's finally over." Loren said with some emotion.

"Yes, it's over - the battle of blood skeleton Valley, the fortress of duanjie mountain doesn't have to worry about being invaded by demons for the time being." Lucian was also deeply touched and glanced at the sand like pieces of rotten corpses and demons.

This was where he started, where he won glory, where he... Chose to abandon the past and vowed to follow Loren Turin to the death.

Abandoned his family, abandoned him in the bright future of the Empire, but won the victory of the demon invasion war in Loren Turin that even Archduke vilz had never won; He even defeated an evil god Apostle and completed the glory never realized by the vilz family.

But somehow, Lucian's heart felt no joy of victory, only endless melancholy.

The more you grow up, the more you feel that the world is different from what you imagined - even if you want to kill your enemies, it doesn't seem so heinous, or even worthy of sympathy, respect and praise.

At the last moment of fighting with the "tyrannical apostle", the grey pupil boy could clearly feel that the other party was still alive; If you really want to, you can drag yourself to death.

But he didn't do that - after being torn open by the Tomahawk, he calmly changed his short sword to himself, and chose to admit his failure and victory.

It's himself... Lucian feels that he may not have the courage to "admit defeat" like that... It's not just responsibility and honor. I'm afraid it's the desire to live that dominates his body.

"Even you are a very brave and admirable guy."

Looking down at the headless body of the eagle king, the gray pupil whispered to himself.

At the same time, Lucian, who was vaguely aware of something, turned to look at him and saw that the dark haired wizard was looking at him with some banter.

"Ah... Lord Loren, I don't, I don't mean that! I, I mean the eagle king, this hateful elf, he..."

"No, you're right."

Powerless raised his right hand, smiling Loren interrupted Lucian's flustered defense: "whether it's a decision to launch a comprehensive invasion, or go to the glacier wasteland alone to reach a contract with the evil god... The eagle king is indeed a very brave guy."

"Of course, he is also cruel and ruthless. His hands are covered with blood and killed many people and friends we know, including master Halin van ashamay, but..."

"These do not prevent us from respecting our enemies, just as respecting our opponents does not prevent us from resisting, avenging and denouncing their tyranny - because if even enemies like monsters can honestly face failure, they can respect their opponents, admit their tyranny and the cruelty they have to do..."

"Then, if we can't do all this, we still madly belittle the enemy and say that they are good for nothing except tyranny and cruelty... Aren't we worse than monsters?"

With that, Loren couldn't help shrugging his shoulders.

Ruthen, with a thoughtful expression, lowered his head in distress.

Just at this time, there was a constant cry of bugles and orders around; The officers who assembled the cavalry began to assemble in the direction of Loren from all sides of the valley.

"Duke, your cavalry have assembled!"

Regrell and count lanmallos, who were drinking angrily, turned over and dismounted respectfully in front of the black haired Wizard: "the soldiers on the highland sent a signal to ask you where we are going next?"

Where are you going?

The dark haired wizard, who was slightly stunned, couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

"Now that we have stood at the end of the north of the world, there is only one place to go." Loren suddenly raised his voice and looked around at the excited faces around him:

"All staff are ready. The rear team changes to the front team and drives towards the fortress of duanjieshan!"

"Empire, let's go home --!"

"Go home --!!!!!!! Go home --!!!!!! go home --!!!!!!!"

The cry of the surging Valley went straight into the sky.

In the sound of the shouting wave, the black haired wizard gradually calmed down, and the sound in his ears became as if it had come from a far away place.

On the distant hillside, the dawn sun poured the dazzling sunshine on the snow, shining silver; From a distance, we can see two huge "dark shadows" spreading their wings and coming towards the blood skeleton valley from the south.

Don't think about it. Loren has guessed who it is.

The corners of the mouth lift up powerlessly, and unspeakable fatigue attacks the body; Loren only felt his consciousness getting more and more faint, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, his body seemed to fall into the cloud, and he could no longer feel the slightest weight.

"Lord Loren --?!"

"Duke?!"

"Duke!"

There was a chaotic cry of surprise in his ears, but Lauren didn't care. He loosened his body and leaned back. He was sleepy and fell asleep.