Chapter 1115 (1/2)
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.”