Chapter 1115

Highland fortress, Azores elf camp, early morning.

The dense fog sea filled the highlands. The weak Anson ZAD sat cross legged under the flagpole and looked at the gem River in the distance. The scene of the battle a few days ago seemed to have just happened and flashed back in his mind again and again.

The giant dragon falling from the sky, the burning River, the whole body on fire, struggling like a mole ant, the wailing spirit warrior, hundreds, hundreds

Clenching his teeth, the eyes of the elf boy trembling in the cold wind closed tightly.

It's all me... It's all because of me... It's because of me... Otherwise, at least

Slowly opened her eyes, the blindfolded fairy girl reflected in her pupils was kneeling on her side, looking at herself carefully, as if worried about disturbing herself.

"Elder sister, how long have you been...!"

The awakened Anson ZAD blurted out.

"Before long, I just saw you here, so I waited a little." the blindfolded fairy girl shook her head and said softly in her young voice, "Anson is... Forced to support all night. Go back to the camp and sleep a little."

lie.

The wet smock, the dripping hair tip, and the water marks on the side of the body... If you hadn't stayed in the thick fog for more than an hour, you wouldn't have looked like this at all.

Elder sister... As always, I'm not good at lying.

The elf boy couldn't help laughing.

"What's the matter?" Lori ZAD, who heard the laughter, asked.

"Nothing. I just suddenly remembered some happy things in the past. I couldn't help but..."

"Yes, yes, at this time, I have to think of some happy things to get rid of my troubles." the eerie fairy girl nodded in agreement: "when I am tired on weekdays, I can't help thinking of the time when I practiced with Anson in the past."

"Time flies. In the blink of an eye, the flowers are gorgeous. It is precisely because of this beginning and end that memory and life are precious."

Looking at Lori ZAD, who tried to comfort herself, there was a trace of gratitude in the elf boy's smile.

Yes, if it weren't for herself, my sister wouldn't be reduced to such a point. With her strength, she can

"But!" Lori ZAD said suddenly:

"For Lori, if she can't meet the ending with Anson, no matter how beautiful the memory is, it seems that she will always leave some regrets."

"Elder sister..."

Resisting the urge to cry, the elf boy squeezed out a smile on his face: "then... Will this be where we end?"

"I don't know... Stupid Anson always seems to forget that others can't see." the smiling blind elf girl shook her head: "Highlands, plains, hills, rivers, fog sea... These colored pictures are the same for Lori."

"Yes, I almost forgot." with a faint face, Anson ZAD changed the topic: "so what kind of scene is the most perfect ending for my sister?"

"The most perfect ending..."

The fairy girl raised her head slightly, and the index finger of her right hand gently clicked under the corner of her lips: "it's spring at present. If it's a sign, it won't be long before the peach blossom is in full bloom."

"Peach blossoms... Speaking of, the peach blossoms in my hometown always bloom later than others."

"Yes, yes." the elf girl nodded.

Remembering the scenery of his hometown when he was a child, Anson smiled and couldn't help showing a long sigh.

For every elf warrior, because their hometown was invaded and destroyed by demons and evil gods from the void, they fought for the great righteousness of saving the life and death of the Azores, and resolutely embarked on this road destined to be full of blood.

Unlike the "imperial people" who were almost slaves in the age of the Dragon Kingdom, the Azores had more blood from the Dragon Kingdom, which made the Azores naturally qualified to contact the power of the void.

But it's not a blessing, it's a curse.

This innate "talent" is like the five senses of the Azores. Even if they are unaware of it, they can still use this power, and if they use a lot of the power of the void without control, it will produce the residue of the power of the void and attract the existence from the void.

Vampires, ghouls, ogres... And even the bodies of evil gods, all monsters mutated and distorted by the force of emptiness, were born in this way.

Since ancient times, Elven warriors who wield long knives and fight with all kinds of demons do not know that the source of the monsters they kill is themselves.

The way of samurai born from spiritual practice gives the Azores elves more extraordinary power than in the past; Only a few Elven warriors noticed that after the birth of this power, the demons they faced were more powerful than in the past.

Everything, until the man comes.

Halin van ashamay.

It was a blessed day for the Wizards of the Azores; For the whole race of Azores, it was a day that could never be mentioned and cursed forever.

The man who gave himself wisdom and blood brought magic.

Alchemy, spells, Ancient Runes... For the first time, the Azores knew how powerful their innate power was.

But they do not know how heavy the consequences of this powerful force are;

When they know... It's too late, it's too late.

The hometown of Azores, the fertile land separated from the empire by the fog sea, has been completely eroded by the power of emptiness and turned into an abyss and hell ravaged by demons.

And the source of this evil power, according to the eagle king, is on the land of the sakran empire.

Only by eradicating the Empire and uprooting their beliefs, magic and all kinds of related, can we exchange the future of the Azores.

Fight for life and death, fight for righteousness... Every Azor elf who sets foot on the battlefield is like this.

Really?

If his Majesty the eagle king stands here, Anson really wants to ask him this sentence... Is it all true?

Even if we eradicate all the imperial people and the "Holy Cross" evil god they believe in, and then inherit the heritage of the ancient dragon Kingdom... The curse borne by the Azores will still not disappear.

This is just a new reincarnation at most. The Azores, who have magic and samurai skills, may once again turn this land into a defense against the rampant demons in one or two hundred years. Such rescue... Can't be called "the great righteousness of saving life and death".

Anson ZAD, who has studied the power of emptiness for many years, doesn't think that the Azores who were destined to bear a curse from the beginning can end their destiny through a war... It's better to say that this is why they are called destiny.

The Azores, who inherited the heritage of the Dragon Kingdom, have only two ways to go from beginning to end - either fight against the power of emptiness and usher in destruction; Or take the initiative to embrace the power of emptiness and end up with the Dragon kingdom.

So after all

"Pa."

Aware of Anson's emotional fluctuation, the blindfolded elf girl gently pressed her brother's arm and leaned against him on her shoulder.

"It doesn't matter. Everything will pass and everything will be better." yiyiya, Lori Zade said softly: "it is known that there is a season of withering when the prosperity is in full bloom; when the wind and snow dissipate, it is another season of brilliance."

Pressed down his troubles and indulged in the fairy girl's poetry, Anson showed a natural smile at the corners of his mouth.

Until a burst of footsteps broke the rare calm.

"Lord ZAD!"

An elf warrior knelt before them on one knee and said respectfully, "from the direction of the siege position, a group of envoys of the Empire came... Do you want to meet them?"

He took a deep breath of the thick fog filled with water vapor, and the elf boy's expression became indifferent again:

"Let them come."

The elf warrior bowed and turned away.

A quarter of an hour later, in the foggy sea, a group of figures holding torches appeared outside the Azores camp. Accompanied and surrounded by a group of ELF warriors, they entered the military camp.

The leader is Lucian.

Glancing at the Azores warriors around, the gray pupil boy couldn't even see any anger, fear... Or even any emotion from their expressions and eyes.

It seems that the self standing here and the demon hunters and Byrne Knights behind them are not their enemies, but a group of others who have nothing to do with them.

No, they know they are their enemies, but they don't care anymore.

After more than ten days of dead fighting, repeated disastrous defeats, uninterrupted casualties, no hope of reinforcements, helpless... Not to mention a group of Azores in a foreign land, even if it was the army of the Empire, I'm afraid it would have collapsed long ago.

Just a group of desperate walking corpses waiting for their death... As Lord Loren described it.

Lucian couldn't help thinking that if he was surrounded by the enemy and ran out of ammunition and food in the same situation, Lord Loren... Would he come to save himself?

But the idea just flashed through his mind... Lord Loren wouldn't let himself fall into such a terrible situation at all.

But even if it is true, I should be willing, after all

"Welcome all of you, the mortal enemies of the Azores."

The elf boy with a slight frown looked at Lucian in front of him and said coldly, "I don't know your intention. Is there anything we can help?"

"If it's an invitation to fight, please don't -- we're here and you're at the foot of the mountain; if you want to kill us, please!"

Before the grey pupil boy spoke, Anson robbed him.

After raising his eyebrows, Lucian didn't have the idea of fighting with the elf boy, and turned his eyes to Lori ZAD.

"I have come to fulfill a promise with Lord Lori Zade at the order of Lord Loren Turin."

"Commitment?"

Without waiting for the other party to react, the expressionless Lucian half stepped forward, pulled out a long knife from under his cloak and threw it to the blindfolded elf girl standing on Anson's side.

"Pa!"

LORI Zade, with her right hand raised, firmly caught it. At the moment when the palm touched the handle of the knife, she was slightly stunned: "this is..."

"The famous Sabre handed down by the ZAD family through the ages - you left it to the Duke as a witness when you fought with the Duke last time." the grey pupil said in a deep voice:

"The Duke believes that the time has come to fulfil the agreement."

"At noon tomorrow, if Lori and Anson Zade decide to fulfill this agreement, please go down the mountain on foot. The Duke will put up the battle flag of the golden lion with a black background at the foot of the mountain and wait for you to come."

"If you don't... Then the Empire will launch a final attack before the evening and completely occupy the imperial territory seized by you. When the Dragon roars..."

"It's your time to die."

In the fog sea, the Azores' barracks were silent.

There is no angry warrior, no angry quarrel, abuse, roar and brave who can't wait to go to the battlefield... Standing in the barracks full of ELF warriors, it is quiet like a grave.

The ultimatum like news, as if it had been agreed, was not enough to make them fuss.

After waiting for a minute, Lucian said nothing more, nodded slightly and turned away with the Knights and demon hunters. He didn't bother to see the Zade brothers and sisters behind him.

For him, it was already two bodies.

"Wait a minute."

At the same time, several Elven warriors blocked the way of Lucian and his party.

Glancing at Lori ZAD on his side, the cold elf boy turned his eyes and walked slowly to Lucian:

"Please tell your excellency Loren Turin, Duke of Byrne, and my sister to accept his invitation - we will go to the agreed place at noon tomorrow, but..."

Anson's words changed: "at that time, it will not be only us who will duel with him, but also all the Elven warriors who will not yield to your empire people will participate in this duel!"

"We will fight with you until the last minute, until the last Azor Elf Warrior falls - when the warrior's blood spills all over the earth, this duel ends!"

The elf boy said in a deep voice, staring at Lucian.

Looking back, Lucian met his eyes. A moment later, he nodded solemnly: "I see. I will completely and completely relay this sentence to Lord Loren."

The voice fell, and the elf boy waved and let Lucian and his party leave.

Looking back, Lori ZAD was standing beside him with the long knife handed down from generation to generation by the ZAD family.

"Anson, you really..."

"Ah... Yes, elder sister." the elf boy nodded at him and looked very calm: "this should... Be our end."

"When prosperity is in full bloom, it is known that there is a season of withering; when the wind and snow dissipate, it is another season of brilliance... Tomorrow is our time of withering."

Aware that the elf boy on his side was in a stable mood, Lori ZAD stopped persuading.

"If you can, I really want to see the peach blossoms in full bloom in my hometown again."

"There will be, there will be." Anson turned to the blindfolded fairy girl and cut the nail to cut the railway:

"At noon tomorrow, the flowers will be gorgeous!"