MTL - The Amber Sword-v6 Chapter 497 Final Battle VIII

"I have just received news that the Silver Bay Coalition has been attacked near Kandbel and has lost contact for two days."

Mangrove stood up and looked around at them, his expression calmed down gradually, and then he said. His originally small voice was extremely penetrating. He echoed in the hall for a long time. One person, two people, and more stopped talking. People have not responded for a while, and some people are still looking for the source of the sound. But the hall had begun to quiet down, and the silence seemed to be contagious. Eventually even Veronica and the Duke of Ludwig stopped to argue and looked over here.

There was a moment of silence in the lobby.

It took a while before someone stood up-the man was a representative of Silver Bay, probably from Dessanglo or the Principality of Swordsman-the look on his face was obviously very urgent: "Is the news accurate, sir?"

Mangrove could understand this man's anxious mentality, but only greeted him slightly: "It's news from the direction of Silver Bay."

When the remarks came out, the crowd was uproar.

"Martha is up. How could the coalition be attacked and who is attacked?"

"If there are these monsters near Campbell, our back road is dangerous."

"What are you kidding, they are here, in front of us!"

Veronica's pretty eyebrows had been wrinkled, and her heart was full of dissatisfaction with these underachievers. She stood up against the table, her green eyes were dignified, and when she spoke, the majestic voice was like a sharp sword, dividing the noise in the hall into two.

"Enough, don't make a noise!"

The hall was quiet again.

The women's corps looked directly at everyone's eyes and confirmed: "This is another army at dusk. It seems that they attacked Azeruta south along the Evergreen Corridor. After the invasion of the Georgians, we lost For the control of this area. From here they enter the Wilderness of the Four Realms, from here to here, they enter Kanderbel. "

She pressed on the developing crystal in front of her with her hand, and displayed a map ghost of the Four Realms in the center of the lobby. A bright line appeared under her guidance in the middle of the map.

In the eyes of everyone, the line was rather a chilling dagger that pierced the back of the Babel fortress.

It turned out that they were not one legion, two were two. The news was like a slap in the head, so many people couldn't return to God for a long time. Some people turned pale and sat back to their seats-that's the envoy of a small country.

But there are also people who have a sense of chance, and stand up and look at the map to refute: "Ms. Veronica, the highlander of Azeruta, it doesn't make sense that we didn't receive any wind beforehand?"

"We have heard the wind, but it has not received much attention."

Veronica drew a circle and circled Azeruta, pointing to that place and saying, "We've all seen what the Dusk Legion looks like. It's unlikely that the Highlander clan who met the Crystal Cluster Sea would escape. But not all clans live in this area. The clans living in the outer areas may hear the wind, or realize the fact that some clans with whom they have trade links are disappearing silently, so the escape begins ... ... "

"In fact, they do not need to know what is threatening Azeruta, but these traditional tribal people are generally very keen, or they will not survive so many magic tides. The inner circle of the clans Migration squeezed the living space of the relatively weaker clans living around Azeruta, which produced a chain reaction, and then evolved into a large migration that swept the entire Azeruta. "

"Her Excellency, do you mean that the great migration of the Azeruta Heights may have been caused by that dusk army?"

"In fact, the scouts we sent saw nothing but the appearance of this great migration. They could not go deep into Azeruta, and those clans on the outside could not tell them what happened to Azeruta. "

Veronica looked around, standing upright like a straight sword, her voice frustrated. She advocated holding on to the Babel fortress. This sudden news was extremely unfavorable to her, but the female legion leader analyzed it without any personal factors.

"We may have misjudged and attributed the cause of this great migration to the disaster caused by the fall of the Black Moon. And I think another reason is that the clusters intentionally let go of some Highland clans because they were A siege of the Cruzs there was not capable of destroying all Highlanders. "

"You mean the Red Army might be in Azeruta?" Mangrove suddenly looked up.

"I can't pack tickets, old vultures, but it is abnormal for them to lose contact with us for so long, but it is most likely to link the two together," Veronica looked at her old partner, explaining I came up with my own thought: "The cluster's resonance tower has the effect of blocking magical communication. It's not difficult to explain why the Red Army has no audio."

"Is this a guess?"

Mangrove's thick eyebrows were raised, and the situation could be said to be very bad, but as a battle-tested general, his face was very calm. The general fumbled twice and pulled out the pipe from his pocket before realizing that there was no fire. He shook his head and rested helplessly on the table.

"But it is also the most likely speculation. As a soldier, we dare not pack tickets, but at least we must have determination, don't we?" Veronica glanced at the hesitant envoys and shook his head dismissively: " They appeared at Campbell and released another signal that we might not expect to be on the Red Legion. They may have vacated their hands. The Silver Bay Coalition was an accident for them, but it was our turn soon. Now. "

The people followed her slender fingers and saw another line drawn in the field of Four Realms, straight into the back of the Alkash area.

Even the sound of breathing stopped.

There was silence in the dim environment.

No one will ask if the crystal clusters have such a strategic vision, because the other party has obviously shown such fangs, even if they are just a group of purple animals with no thoughts, but the masters behind them have already proven their cleverness. .

A cold and cunning commander, an army of tirelessness and fear, somehow, at this moment the first thought in everyone's mind turned out to be the undead of Madara.

Maybe only they can fight these monsters?

Everyone couldn't help but have such an idea.

"Vote." Mangrove rallied his coat and stood up from his position, looking at everyone present with thick eyebrows: "Time is more urgent. Instead of arguing endlessly, it is better to vote directly Whether you stay or go, there is no need to waste any more time. "

This low voice echoed above the empty vault.

Everyone couldn't help holding their breath.

Stay or leave?

It seems that there is only one option.

But at this moment the hall was in a weird silence, and even the most radical person had not taken the initiative to speak out. The Duke Ludwig stood silently in place. He frowned as he pondered his decision. The situation facing the people was so desperate that the power to destroy the world was strong enough to shake everyone's minds, doubting what they thought was the right decision.

Veronica looked at these people and sighed. They were already scared, and how could they stay. She couldn't help but look at the Tumen sitting opposite to her. The legend of this ancient time seldom expressed her opinion during the entire conference. The old man was like a silent observer, right for people. Or is it the wrong choice to stay out of the matter and say nothing.

She saw the old man raise his head and nodded towards himself with a slight smile.

When people start raising their hands to vote.

The Duke of Mehotophen finally glanced down at the hall before walking back from the terrace and back into the room. There were only a few people in the room. His daughter was listed. His eldest son and the prime minister of Nederman were next to him. Then he was the parent of the Kone family who had a relationship with the royal family. , While the other prime minister, Nedevin, sat in a chair, squinting his eyes, as if already asleep.

The hearth of the fireplace was burning with charcoal, and the bright flames reflected the narrow room into a dark red. Everyone's shadow was lengthened, and teeth and claws were stretched out on the mottled walls, just like a demon.

The duke looked at his daughter and ordered: "Faina, give up the ring. Do you know what you are doing?"

Everyone looked at her.

The depressed atmosphere in the entire room seemed to be added to her alone. Faina bit her lip, panicked, but shook her head.

"Are you crazy?" Count Metotofine glared at his sister: "I don't know what medicine you took wrong. It is a royal token. Before the High Holy See and His Royal Highness arrive, you must hurry it up. Return to the Prime Minister. "

But when he thought it was his younger sister, he was a little soft-hearted: "In the face of my father and me, Lord Nevin will not care about you."

"Master," Faina resolutely replied, "If it is the Prime Minister, he will definitely understand why I did it, is it really the fault of me? This ring is obviously not missing, but why is His Royal Highness the same? Not ascended? "

"Humph."

The Duke of Mehotophen snorted heavily.

He glanced at his son with a bit of disappointment. Compared with this boy, he had no decision as a nobleman. But he looked at Ina again, and even had a headache. The daughter was somewhat brave when he was young, but he was more brave than him.

What's more, there is no brain.

He knew who was behind the scenes, and that woman was a disaster.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at the old prime minister who has not expressed his attitude, that is, this family of people, none of them are fuel-saving lamps. He had experienced the father of the Silver Queen, who also ruled the iron arm of Cruz the previous generation, and his granddaughter's wrist was exactly the same as he was then.

The Duke of Mehotolph complained about why his daughter was not so smart, but the thought of the prime minister also faced the same dilemma as him-with a less brilliant son, his heart was much balanced in a moment.

At this time, the parents of the Kearney family couldn't help but open their mouths: "Miss Faina, no matter what kind of speculation you have in your heart, you should always give the ring first. You should at least admit that it is not yours. Right? "

"That's not speculation," Faina was not so polite to outsiders, and sneered, "It's really not my thing, but it's not something that belongs to Cruz's royal family right now."

"shut up!"

"Faina, are you crazy?"

The Duke of Mehotophen and the Earl of Mehotophen both screamed at the same time. The latter, in particular, looked at the old prime minister Niederman with sweat, but it was strange that the parents of the Koni family did not refute the first time, and the old prime minister only frowned slightly. .

Then the old man finally opened his eyes. Some murky eyes seemed to contain two sharp swords in the depths.

"Well, no need to say any more," he said in a gentle tone. His voice was old but powerful, like magic, and quieted the room all at once: "Faina didn't say anything wrong, this fault is not counted. On her head, My Excellency the Great Holy See and I just had our own considerations, but we didn't expect this to happen. "

The old man stared at Faina as if looking at the little girl. In front of him, this flower-leaf collar is really a little bit small. In his age, even her father was only a younger generation, and even the old duke was in front of him, respectful.

But he is an eagle of the empire, and tens of millions of Cruzians have been sheltered under his wings, and his majesty does not need to intimidate a little girl to maintain; let alone for him, power and status It's just embellishment. His wisdom, which was passed on by word of mouth, has deeply implanted his power and authority in the hearts of every empire.

It is not so much the empire aspect that made him, but rather the majesty of the empire prime minister.

"Fayina," Old Nevin asked, "would you like to use this ring to change aristocratic resolutions?"

Faina did not expect the old man to ask himself.

She opened her mouth and was still subconscious in her heart. The other party is Delphin's grandfather. She and Delphin are the best friends, but for this legendary character, she also met a few times in the banquet of the White Rose Garden.

And every time she saw the nobles who were arrogant and arrogant in ordinary times, all the students who behaved as obedient in front of the former prime minister of the empire, she felt a shock in her heart. Sometimes people's understanding of authority is imperceptibly embedded in the mind.

Even she is not immune.

Suddenly she thought for a moment that maybe Delphine's ambition for power originated from the worship of the old man.

Faina nodded hesitantly about the old man's problem.

When faced with the unknown, people are always upset.

Especially knowing this unknown and having a destructive power-

The old man nodded silently and continued to ask, "You want to keep them here, can you tell me why?"

"It's not my decision, it's Mr. Brando's decision."

"Count Tonigel?"

Count Mehotophen Jr. and the parents of the Kearney family were stunned.

Faina has completely escaped, and she understands that she stole the sacred ring of the flames. This is a disgraceful act, so she must stand still on the doctrine. If you can't convince others, it's not just her, I'm afraid even the family will be implicated as a result.

But for some reason, Faina didn't regret it at this moment.

When everything was said, she felt relieved.

Some things must be done--

Because if you don't, you may miss the opportunity to change everything.

Faina summoned her courage, and her voice grew louder: "I think we all know this. In the face of the Silver Queen, it was not us, but Mr. Brando who defeated Her Majesty and saved the Empire."

"Wait, Miss Faina," the parents of the Kearney family said, "Cruzes are by no means ungrateful, but this does not mean that we must obey an outsider's words. This is not our personal thing. It has something to do with it. The future of the entire empire and the entire world. "

Faina glanced at him.

The blue eyes had a slight disdain: "We know what is right. The Tower of Babel is just a symbol. Its strength is not enough to turn the war. But in fact, everyone in Cruz knows why. Will appear here, what exactly does it symbolize? "

After listening to this sentence, the deputy head of the Knights of the Yan Family opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, only a long sigh.

Faina continued without hesitation: "The real guard of Babelta is Saint Osor behind him, the land of the elves, but it means more than that-because of the land behind us It is already the last back of the world order of Warnde, and our last hope lies, but in the face of this hope, the Cruzs hesitated. "

"We only remember the hostility and hatred of each other for the past millennium, but we forgot that humans and elves were originally close comrades-in-arms. We chose to step back today, and perhaps the Cruzs survived, but at the same time they gave up their last hope. Day, we will regret it. "

"We can step back today, tomorrow? Where is our future? Can't we last all day?"

"But what can we get even if we stay?" Count Metotofine couldn't help asking his sister: "What can we get for nothing but sacrifice?"

"Maybe an opportunity."

"Opportunity, opportunity?" Earl Metotofine was taken aback, only to find out that it was the old man who represented the supreme power of the empire.

"A promise of a thousand years ago in exchange for the opportunity for the two ancient kingdoms to lay down their feuds with each other. Do we believe in the wind elves? We believe that even if the Cruzians die, the elves will pick up our legacy The old Prime Minister shook his head: "We are unbelieving, so the Cruzians cannot sacrifice and give everything for this land called Saint Osor."

"But a thousand years ago, we believed each other."

"If that pledge is still ..."

The kings who signed that oath left the world one by one.

But their descendants are facing the same choice today.

"Child," the old prime minister suddenly said to Faina: "Do you understand what your decision means?"

Faina nodded.

She certainly understands, but this is also a heavy commission. The weight on the ring is more than just an empire. It's also a trust, Delphi's trust in her, Mr Brando's trust in elves and humans, people's trust in that ancient vow, and His Highness Constance's trust in the person he chose. .

She believes that her last commission before death will change the fate of this world forever.

At that moment, the meaning of kingship and the state had fallen below the survival instinct of civilization.

And this is the power of order.

She stretched out her hand and lay the beautiful ring in her open palm. It looked very ordinary. There was no decoration on the red gold material. Only a coat of flame was shining in the light of the fire. The flames burned in the eyes of everyone who was present.

The old prime minister looked at the ring and nodded.

But then he laughed bitterly again, and of course the old man knew in his mind who this person was really standing in front of him. He almost never really failed in his life, but did not expect to reach the end, but was stabbed in the back by his granddaughter.

What a good granddaughter.

He turned back and said to the door, "Her Excellency the Great, Your Royal Highness, you all heard, come in now."

After hearing this, Faina turned back in shock, and when she saw the two people walking in the door, she even opened her eyes.

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