Chapter 1115 (2/2)
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!”