The Amber Sword - 1385

And today.

The deeds of the ancestors will be verified by their descendants to verify the correctness of the so-called results.

The same era has come again. According to Tumen, do the descendants of the four young people still have the courage and persistence to shoulder the responsibilities of this era?

He looked at these people with a deep and wise gaze.

This bright gaze couldn’t help making everyone feel ashamed, and someone kept bowing their heads under his gaze.

To be precise, what Tumen saw was just a group of people who had lost their homes and fled like lost dogs. Among these people are Cruz people and Faenzan people. Some are born noble and some are born poor. Most of them are panicked, as if they have not yet broken free from their previous fears.

And some other people still carry the arrogance that is characteristic of this era, which is the reservation of the pride of the nobility, just like the bad habits of the Miner people thousands of years ago.

But one thing is common.

This trait was fully demonstrated in previous battles. At least these people have not given up hope, and they have the courage to fight for their homeland.

This is the trait that mortals need most in the days to come.

This is enough.

Tumen nodded, silently evaluating in his heart whether his waiting with Odin had value.

He spoke.

“I see you downcast, and some people even show horror when they hear my name, like a group of bereaved dogs. I think if it were a thousand years ago, your four sages and your ancestors would be just like you. , Will the structure of the battle of the saints change?”

Tumen slowly stood up from his seat, looking compelling. The powerful aura even forced everyone present to back again. His tone was almost stern, as if intertwined with lightning and thunder, it was frightening.

“Look, the Miner people lost to a group of heroes, but their offspring became cowards!”

This made the dukes horrified, but the young people were full of resentment, but they couldn’t hold on under Tumen’s coercion, and they could only show a humiliating look.

Tumen continued to say in a long voice: “I lived in seclusion here for a thousand years. After a thousand years, I saw such a group of bereaved dogs. Then tell me, is the empire that Gilt left behind is finished? His descendants are downcast. , Have you lost all the spirit and belief left to them by their ancestors?”

The old man saw many mixed looks on his faces, fear, fear, indomitability, and anger. He was relieved that he did not see insensitivity: “I heard that in the south of Cloak Bay, there are still Another group of Cruz survived, and they formed an alliance with the former enemies of Nazaire, put aside their previous suspicions, and faced a new enemy—”

“And now, I saw another Cruze, so I asked, are the Cruzes dead?”

He shook his head self-consciously: “No.”

“Then Fa Enzan is dead?”

“not at all.”

“Have the descendants of the four sages completely given up hope?”

His eyes fell on these troubled people.

“No!” Rodriguez, the chief of the Knights of the Silver Horse, snorted coldly. He replied loudly: “The Faenzan is here. We can become cold corpses, but no one can tell us to bow our heads!”

This sonorous answer shocked everyone in Cruz’s heart. Veronica raised her head and said in a slightly hoarse voice: “Master Tumen, although the empire is in disaster today, his people Still did not give up hope, otherwise we will not fight all the way to this. I also believe that as long as there is one Cruz man alive, the spirit of the Golden Flame will continue forever.”

The words of the female legion made many young knights raise their heads. This is the spiritual heritage of the empire. Although it may have been forgotten by the nobles for a long, long time, at this moment, the descendants of the King of Flame are still renewing like heroes. Picked it up.

The young people still have blood in their chests, like a billowing flame, the blood rushing in their veins, even those who are most depressed and depressed, seem to discern the direction in the dark.

Except for a few northern aristocrats from Ludwig, most dukes have hot faces, and they can’t wait to take up weapons to fight with the monsters outside again.

Yes, when will the honor of the family be maintained by these hypocritical etiquette? There is only one place for the ancient nobles to realize their value, that is, the battlefield, the Shroud of Horse Leather.

“Imperial people, even if they die, they can’t bow their heads—”

This is the motto of the northern aristocracy, and it was once a spiritual symbol of the Cruz people.

And now, it was first called out by a Faenzan person.

Tumen looked at these people and nodded. “These are the descendants of Gilt and Faenza that I am familiar with.”

“Master Tumen,” Veronica continued to thank you at this time: “Thank you for helping those of us who are in trouble regardless of the predecessors.”

After she said this, she fell silent suddenly.

In fact, the expressions of the people present are a bit complicated. Their ancestors overthrew the rule of the Miner people. These descendants should inherit the hatred of the Miner people, but who would have thought that one day they would be saved by Tumen ?

Especially the Cruz people present deeply understood that it was not only them that Tumen had saved, but also the empire itself.

“You don’t have to be grudges about this, I am not just shooting for you,” Tumen shook his head for Veronica’s words: “You must understand this, whether it is Cruz or Faenza, It’s not just an empire of imperial people.”

Regarding this sentence, perhaps no one could understand its meaning before Black Moon fell to death, but at this moment, everyone understood a little bit more or less in their hearts.

“Master Tumen, the empires will take on the corresponding responsibilities, not to mention that those monsters are still raging in the empire. Sooner or later we will retake our homes,” Veronica replied: “In this war, The imperial people will never shy away.”

“It’s good to have such an idea,” Tumen replied, “but it’s far from enough, even if you add your compatriots who survived on the other side of Cape Bay, it’s not enough.”

The words in front of Tumen made a crowd of Cruz people shine, especially the eldest son Lenaret and Veronica. Cape Bay is not only the cradle of the imperial navy, but also the most prosperous area of the imperial commerce. Speaking of surviving, this is undoubtedly great news for them.

Even if it is affected by the disaster, as long as it is not completely destroyed, at least there will be population, materials, and more importantly, the traditional sphere of influence of the Temple of Flame, the belief in the way of the Golden Flame, and the spiritual inheritance of the empire will follow. It is inherited by the survivors.

Not to mention, if the survivors there reach a reconciliation with the Nazaires, then they can at least flee to the south or the north, so that even if the empire is destroyed for a while, as long as the two Cruzes still exist, there will eventually be One day, it will still be reborn on the ruins.

The rare good news in these days can’t help all Cruzes cheer up. In these days, their morale has been depressed. In addition to the physical ordeal, in fact, everyone has suffered even more mentally.

The destruction of the empire, for every proud citizen of the empire, is tantamount to the collapse of faith, especially watching the giant dragons being killed and destroyed by terrifying forces in front of them, making everyone unable to help. There was a despair that the end of the world had come.

And at this moment, although they will not wipe away the depression, it is enough to inject a glimmer of hope into the dead-water mind.

And this is exactly what Tumen wants to see. What he needs is not a group of people who have completely given up hope to escape, but people who can stand up and fight to preserve hope.

Only such a person can bring the possibility of surviving for Warend’s future.

However, the second half of his sentence still caused a whisper among the nobles. Veronica couldn’t help but ask: “Master Tumen, we originally planned to cross the Alkhash Mountains and then go to the four realms to meet the imperial people. The Red Legion converged, and then launched a counterattack from there, first regaining some areas south of the Evergreen Corridor, and then considering heading towards the Cape Bay. Do you have a different opinion on this, my lord?”

“Does it mean that the Cruzians intend to fight these monsters alone? You should know whose pawn they are.”

Everyone was silent for a while.

Tumen continued: “You know the history described in Cang Zhi’s poems that occurred in the past few eras better than I do. Since the fire of our civilization was ignited by Lord Martha, we have experienced countless similar wars, and Your future will be more sinister and dangerous than the era of the War of the Saints. Are the Cruz people ready?”

Veronica couldn’t help but shut her mouth.

If this is a war with Twilight, how can the Cruz people be prepared? Before countless ages, even an existence like the Azure Knight could not completely kill the Twilight Dragon. How can mortals like them talk about dominating their own destiny?

Tumen is right in saying that the battle of the saints is nothing more than a war between mortals and the Miner people over the domination of the mainland. The Miner people just want to enslave the world, while the Twilight Dragon wants to destroy everything and let The world is back in chaos.

Faced with this level of existence, it is difficult for mortals like them to imagine the power that the other party has. The monsters they had previously fought against are just a tiny bit of projection of this power in this world, which seems to be enough to destroy the entire Cruz.

When dusk comes, will they still be able to preserve this piece of their only paradise?

They dare not think, and they don’t want to think about this suffocating desperate future.

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