The Amber Sword - 1107. Chapter 1107 Act Seven Gwendolyn

A thin golden trail was reflected in the emerald green eyes, falling into the horizon, the wind was blowing in the forest, and the shadowy forest canopy in the distance surged, and the leaves were flying.

The leaves of March Laurel fell on the terrace and blew into the inner palace.

The light streamed into the main hall, brightening the marble pillars.

Ellanta watched all this quietly, while the left and right watched their sages quietly, which seemed to faintly signal the end of an era, but few people understood what it meant.

After a moment of silence, the former suddenly walked down the steps, and the hem of the silk robe spread over the marble floor. She turned around and said to the two popes of Faenza:

“Your Majesty, it’s time. The prophecies in the past are all at this moment. Maybe we will be destroyed or the world will be reborn, but mortals have the power to decide after all.”

The sage leaned slightly and said, “Please help me with your two majesties.”

“This is our duty,” the previous pope quickly replied, “please rest assured that the empire will always follow the will of Master Fa Enzan, Master Sage.”

The current pope also added: “The envoy is on the way, sage sage,” but he was a bit suspicious: “But I am worried about the wind elves.”

“They will agree. They have a thousand-year-old king at this moment.” Ellanta smiled softly, as if thinking of an old friend.

She turned her head and walked out of the terrace. The wind pulled her robes. Outside the terrace seemed to be an invisible door. When she walked in that door, her figure gradually faded.

Then gradually disappeared.

In many places in the wilds of the four realms and starry forests, the disaster has completely changed the elegant and calm attitude of the aborigines here.

A meteorite fell on Quillings and destroyed half of the royal court that the wind elves were proud of. The entire city was plunged into a hell-like scene, and cries resounded through the sky.

Looking into the darkness from the highest point of the Xingyue Temple, the city is full of dots of fire and thick plumes of smoke.

The elves watched this scene with solemn expressions.

However, St. Osor, who stands in front of the Twelve-Pillared Hallway, looked calm. Twenty-four knights stood quietly beside her. The hunter sisters and brothers were a little cramped and followed the other side in the costumes of elves— —Until today, they are not used to these elves who think they are decent — but there are some too complicated and gorgeous clothes.

The crowned king of the elves followed behind these people with some trepidation, a little unwilling in his heart, but helpless, he only heard the sage say to the envoy not far away in a sure tone:

“The wind elves will form an alliance with the Faenza people.”

“My lord,” the voice of the envoy was a little trembling. He never dreamed that he would meet a sage. What a glorious and noble existence in a thousand years. “I will convey every word of yours completely.” He replied respectfully.

Elf Yu Jie nodded: “Go back and let your Emperor prepare for war. This war may determine the fate of all of us——”

Her voice drifted away with the wind, as if drifting from above the forest to farther places. There were mountains and rivers, plains and lakes. It crossed the strait, over the peninsula that plunged into the raging waves of thousands of miles, and followed the name’green’ The seasonal wind followed the ocean current and came to a place called Rosal.

The wind roared all year round, the rolled sand and gravel passed through the gorge, and countless weird pillars were carved in the sand. In the huge and weird palace on the cliff, the shadow of dragon flew, and one of the rooms of the thousands of palaces. Inside, a golden young dragon was resting his chin on the windowsill, watching the scene boredly.

“Aloz!” The elder’s voice came from outside the door.

The little female dragon grabbed a golden cup and threw it out. There was a ding-ding-dong-dong sound outside the hall, and the elder’s voice became furious: “Damn, you attacked the members of the Senate again. If this continues, you won’t be able to become an adult. Aloz!”

“For you.” Aloz curled her mouth, her huge body turned into a human form in a burst of golden light-she fiddled with her huge curly hair with her hands, and her golden pupils were full of boring colors.

She has been detained for several months.

“How dare you bribe members of the Senate!”

“Don’t come back.”

“Then I will accept it. I just want to tell you that even in the dragon clan accepting bribes… my goodness, you smashed my beloved golden cup. If I read it correctly, this is Otto II. Collection of the world…” the voice outside the door cried out in a fuss.

An old man with a white beard dragging on the ground came in holding the golden cup. He walked, stroking a pit on the golden cup, sighing.

“I have good news for you, Aloz.”

“You have to tell me first, what is going on in such a mess outside?”

“I don’t know, maybe Master Owenros is calling the Dragon Council.” The little old man looked around: “Where’s Frofa?”

“She was angry with me, and I gave her earrings to a mortal.”

“Oh.” The little old man replied dismissively, the relationship between the dragons is very messy, otherwise there will not be so many dragonborn in the mortal world: “You are an adult, Aloz.”

“What did you say!”

The little dragon almost thought that she had heard it wrong, and then she screamed and jumped three feet high. She rushed over like a whirlwind, grabbed the latter’s white beard excitedly, and asked loudly:

“What’s the matter, you say it again?”

“Oh my God, let go!” the little old man shouted angrily. He stretched out his hand, and Aloz flew out like a cannonball, smashing a wall of the palace across. She finally crawled back from the smoke and dust, looked at the old man with a sullen expression, and stuck out her tongue.

“What the hell is going on, Master Tulworth?”

“All the temples suddenly received Bahamut’s promise. From today, the young generation of the dragons have grown up directly. When you hold the coming-of-age ceremony, you can directly feel the ancient will.”

Aloz’s golden pupils lit up: “The gods are back?”

“That’s not the case. I don’t know if this Xu Yi came back from outside the elemental boundary or was left before. The priests have already fried the pot and are investigating.” The little old man replied.

The little dragon licked her lips: “So, there is war?”

The latter nodded.

Aloz raised his head, looking through the window, and the shadow of the dragon was flying across the sky. In the temple of the dragons, a majestic voice is echoing repeatedly:

“Go to Cruz–!”

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Brando, Freya, where are you…?

A slightly frightened, subtle voice suddenly flashed through Gwendolyn’s heart, and the dragon queen stopped, suddenly turned her head, and looked behind her with some doubts—where the whole street was burning and flames were burning. From behind all the windows and doors, sparks rose up and danced in the thick smoke.

From time to time there was the sound of building collapsing in the distance, creaking into one piece, but the subtle sound seemed to be an illusion and never appeared again. She squinted her eyes, and her eyes reflected the pavement sparkled by the firelight, as if all the water had evaporated from the soil, and the high-temperature air flow ran across the street, and the air seemed to be distorted, forming sparkling ripples.

The high temperature did not make Gwendolyn feel any discomfort. Humans often rumor that dragons live in volcanoes, because dragons fly in the sky and burn up everything they pass through. This view seems to scholars. Full of low-level fallacies, but also harmless.

Ice and fire, air and earth, for mortals, the extreme elemental environment giant dragons can draw nutrients from it, so people often find them in extreme environments, such as volcanoes and ice peaks, swamps and mountains. Misunderstandings of this kind occurred—and an adult dragon like Gwendolyn, even if it rolled in the magma, was no big deal.

Of course, they don’t really do that unless their brains are burned.

In fact, the dragons also pursue a comfortable and generous living environment, just like the pursuit of wealth. In contrast, their ecology is more similar to that of Morrill’s businessmen, greedy, selfish, and greedy for pleasure.

Giant dragons like Gwendolyn can be considered an alternative among the dragons.

Just as the same kind do not understand why they have to run around all day long, the dragons often have only one reason for running around, and that is blackmail-kidnapping the princess of a certain kingdom and blackmailing the king’s treasure house.

Gwendolyn’s gaze searched every corner carefully. She was a meticulous person—or a careful dragon, who had cultivated this kind of care in many years of living habits—but she still had nothing to gain.

“illusion?”

The Dragon Queen frowned and retracted her gaze to look at the square ahead, which was the December square.

This square was designed and built in the year of glorious return. The designer was the dwarf master Horzios Steel Axe. Of course, after thousands of years of change and reconstruction, the designer himself has crawled out of his tomb at this moment. Here, you may not be able to recognize your masterpiece.

Not to mention the square at this moment, even if the street guard came here the day before, it may not be recognizable.

The square is a piece of blood-red land, just like the hills and basins Gwendolyn saw in Bilod. The soil is rich in a certain metal element, and the land is bright red.

However, the ground cracked in the high temperature, like a dry field. The Queen of Dragon slowly walked on the dry and cracked blood scab, making a crackling sound like a broken bone.

The statue of Knight Duke Duke completely collapsed from the pedestal. The stone sculpture lay in the center of the square torn apart, with the head and one left arm by the fountain, the torso and lower body lying in the center of the square, and the horses lying at the bottom of the dry pool. One right hand still held the long sword firmly, and the tip of the sword pointed to a charred bone not far away.

Gwendolyn crossed the square and came to the skeleton. She saw the tree pendant hanging from the skull’s neck and tore it off with her hands.

At this time, the skeleton moved slightly, the upper and lower jaws swayed, and the scorched vocal cords made a hoarse and faint sound.

“Save me…sir, save me.”

“Did the ceremony succeed?”

“Successful…sir, save me.”

Gwendolyn turned her head, and the blood pattern in the center of the square appeared to be a whirlpool, and the charred corpses were circling the center of the whirlpool. She saw a few footprints and left to the northeast.

“You did a good job.”

“Save me…sir.”

Gwendolyn smiled, put his hand on top of it, “No…” The burnt man let out an unwilling scream.

“Why be afraid, death is the best salvation.”

“Why…sir?” The latter shivered in horror.

Gwendolyn’s golden vertical pupil looked at him with some pity: “No one will die in vain, and those who die need justice.”

“No…you will go to hell too!”

The sound stopped abruptly.

The Queen of Dragon silently threw away the body of the bishop, “Yes, I will go to hell too soon.” She replied softly.

But everything is worth it.

She turned her head and looked at the dancing sea of fire, as if she had seen a quiet, confident figure in the flames, that figure silently stared at her through the flames.

“Sorry, we have no choice, this is the fate of the mortal world.”

Gwendolyn sighed.

The long time has made life itself lose its meaning. For the existence of eternal life, feelings seem to have become weak, and only the eternal goal at the end of the long road attracts their attention.

She has seen so many mortals, and the short life of mortals can only be a flash of time in her eyes. It exists in death, but it is just a blink of an eye.

She will recall more or less, but the feeling of sympathy has long since disappeared.

But there is always some kindness and innocence that will always move people’s hearts.

If you can–

But unfortunately, she couldn’t give up all this for anyone. When she inherited this bloody inheritance from her predecessors, she had already understood this in her heart.

She must be responsible for everyone who has sacrificed for this for tens of thousands of years, even if they may be reluctant, but it is not important.

If the shepherds can succeed, then everything is valuable.

She left the unborn bishop behind, turned around, and walked towards the northeast. She soon found the body of a giant wolf in the sea of flames.

It was a son of Fenrir.

But the latter had been ripped apart, the internal organs ran all over, and half of the street was filled with the filthy and foul blood of this beast. Long later came to the corpse, squatted down and stretched out his hand to dig in its stomach for a long time, and then withdrew his bloody hand.

“No heart.”

She nodded in satisfaction.

But this action suddenly froze.

“Brando, Freya, where are you…?”

A slightly frightened, subtle voice asked in her heart.

“Who?”

The Dragon Queen stood up and looked around with alert eyes. The fire around the square was crackling and burning, but no one answered her question.

Except for the sound of burning, there was no other sound.

However, it was at this time that the voice sounded again, illusory, as if it were the sobbing of a ghost.

“Brando, Freya, where are you guys, I’m so scared…?”

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