In the autumn of Ironfast Calendar 654, half a year has passed since the undead war that shocked the continent.
It was as if the plot in a knight's novel suddenly jumped into reality. Half a year ago, the necromancers of the most mysterious and darkest organization in the mainland, the Necromancer Guild in Diya Valley, used conspiracy to recruit
Before the war between the Church of Light and Orfor broke out, the Lord of Orfor City, Cedros, and Pope Magnus were all killed by their conspiracy. Then in the Castle of Light, they used flutes to
The hilt of Yagu's Black Star summons the legendary Lord of the Undead.
The Glory Castle was razed to the ground by countless undead. The undead army gathered and marched towards Diya Valley, turning everything along the way to death. The Five Undead were going to uproot the Black Star.
The sword body rules the world with death. At a critical moment, all countries give up the hatred between the past barriers. The most elite troops and countless warriors in the continent gather together to fight against each other.
The Five Necromancers were intercepted in the Feilong Desert in front of Diya Valley. After an unprecedented battle, the Necromancer King and Necromancers were all eliminated.
No matter how beautiful the songs of the bards are or how heroic the poems are, they are not enough to describe that war, because no one knows the truth of that battle anymore, and no one can
Survived the battle. All that was left to us were the traces of the tragic and heroic battle. The entire Feilong Desert and the surrounding ground for hundreds of miles were almost turned over, and we were tired.
The remains of the undead were accumulated so much that they could not even be seen on the ground. Those tens of thousands of heroes used their lives to pave a flesh-and-blood road leading to the King of the Undead in the army of the undead.
The center of the battle should be where the continent's strongest heroes fought against the King of the Undead. The ground there turned into a lava zone, and unknown forces even caused the desert to collapse.
A volcano rose.
In the end, the greatest and most cruel thing is the trace of victory over yesterday. The King of the Dead has been eliminated, and the dark breath that overflows after the dark artifact, the Black Star, is broken, destroys all the tragedy.
The traces of his strength turned into obsidian and remained on that land forever. Together with the remaining troops who had not had time to retreat from this area, they also turned into obsidian under the breath.
Obsidian statue in one place.
In the center of the black aura, there is a very special statue. The statue is of a woman, but she is not fighting or running. Instead, she is praying with her hands toward the sky.
A sincere and determined expression was fixed on her face. Her posture still seemed to be holding something, but people didn't notice anything.
As for Captain Roland of the Holy Knights of the Ironfast Empire, Lancelot, the Holy Knight of the Church of Light, and Gru, the God of War of Offland, these well-deserved heroes finally died in the afternoon.
No traces left by them were found. They died together in the final battle with the King of the Dead, leaving no bodies behind.
According to some people who stayed at the Magic Academy, it seems that an important unknown hero should have participated in the battle. But who was he? In that battle
How, but no one knows.
Finally, the joint search team of elves and Ironfast found the Dark Star on the top of Diya Valley. On top of a dark altar. The dark artifact without a hilt was quietly there.
The ground stands. According to the elves, this dark artifact is the condensation of the dark atmosphere of the continent and cannot be completely eliminated.
The new leader of the Elf clan, Elder Luya, changed the elves' previous principle of escaping from the world. After mediation with Ironfast, he announced the establishment of the Elf Kingdom with the Whispering Forest as the center.
Actively establish diplomatic relations with various countries, and officially allow the elves to enter the power map of the mainland. After discussion, from now on, joint forces will be established by various countries to work with the elves.
Guard the Shadow Spin Mountain Range to prevent anyone from using dark artifacts to cause chaos in the mainland.
After this battle, all the elite troops from various countries were lost. Their vitality was severely damaged, and the structure of the mainland was completely disrupted and reorganized, especially in the Western Continent. The Light Church, which had been vaguely controlling the situation on the mainland, had several
It was almost uprooted. Even the Glory Castle, known as the Holy City, became a dead place, and all the cardinals died. The new Pope Adela had just accepted the previous post.
With Gnus's will, preparations for the War of the Undead were completed, and then at the same time that the War of the Undead began, he was found sitting in the mausoleum of the Magic Academy, facing Ronis.
The bishop died in the tomb. After examination, the cause of death was actually aging. The functions of the body of the new pope, who was in his thirties, were already the same as those of a centenarian.
Pope Adela did not even leave a testament. Cardinals, bishops, and senior priests all died in this turmoil. The Church of Light has ceased to exist in name only. Countries in the Western Continent have lost their lives.
The restrictions that had been hanging over them were removed, and they became countries in the true sense again. Among them, Erathia was the most powerful, and Queen Catherine's abilities and means were unparalleled.
Moreover, General Ou Ling, the leader of the Kingdom Knights, did not participate in this battle of the dead because of the recurrence of his old illness. Instead, he became the only master and famous general left today. Although it is unlikely that he will return for the time being.
If there is any war, it is only a matter of time.
Orfor, who is located in the wild highlands, suffered heavy losses. Unlike other countries, the ones he sent out to resist the undead were not elite troops, but almost all adult male orcs. Although
As a result, they have won the true respect of humans for them, but this loss of national power is devastating to Orfu, which has a sparse population. Fortunately, Orfu and the elves have also suffered losses.
The Tower of Fang, which suffered heavy losses, has reached an alliance. The former city lord Cedros has built Oufu well enough, and the various systems are perfect enough. The new city lord Lord Porugan has previously been
He has always been his assistant, and his mind and abilities are equally extraordinary. As long as the young orcs in the city grow up, Oufu's prosperity is not out of reach.
The Ironfast Empire's losses were slightly better, but only a little better. The Holy Knights, the empire's most powerful military force, and their leader, Sword Master Roland, were all killed in the battle.
With the right force to protect the cowardly and incompetent young emperor, only ministers came to take over this burden. Some small religious countries in the south also took the opportunity to send troops, so the empire had to give up the south.
Some defense lines and land on the front.
What is strange is that the female prime minister of the empire, Duchess Mulak, who is recognized as the most capable in the empire for a century, also mysteriously disappeared during this war, otherwise the current situation of the empire would be much better.
There is a rumor that on the day of the War of the Dead, the apprentices in the Magic Academy saw a strange female swordsman among the swordsmen of the Tenth Paladin Regiment. She seemed to be Princess Mulak.
Jue. However, this statement seems a bit hard to believe. After all, there is no reason for the prime minister of a country to join the team to fight in this fatal battle.
In this way, the history of the mainland has taken a heavy turn here, turning in a new direction. Whether it is a mysterious conspiracy or a vast war, this past...
The struggle, and the love and hatred hidden in it, no matter how tragic and inextricable the twists and turns are, have become the dust of the past, leaving only the records on the books and scrolls and the poems spoken by the bards.
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Floe Port is the easternmost port of Ironfast and the easternmost port on the mainland.
Half a year is not a long time, but there are almost no traces of that turmoil here. That war is far away from civilian life. There are hundreds of various animals docked in the port.
The ant-like dockworkers were busy loading and unloading the goods. There was a constant flow of pedestrians and horse-drawn carriages on the streets, and the noise of sailors in the tavern seemed to never stop. This
At that time, it was the mouth of the Dono River in the East. Since the establishment of Eufor, it has become the largest and most prosperous trading port in the east.
Among the ships docked in the harbor, several unique large sailing ships can be seen. Whether it is their surprisingly large size or the construction location, they are different from any other country in the mainland.
At the same time, some of the huge sails have strange words and graphics on them. They are merchant ships coming from the distant Eastern Continent, and this is one of their most common ports of landing.
The sailors above and below are all yellow-skinned Orientals, and they use obscure words and languages. They all have black hair and black eyes that are not common in the mainland. I heard that people in the Eastern Continent have
They have such a unique hair color and eye color. Only these Easterners have the most advanced shipbuilding skills. They can build such a huge boat that can cross the ocean. They only come here and sell it preciously.
of spices, porcelain, and silk in exchange for boxes of gold nuggets and gems.
Today another group of oriental caravans is returning with a full load and is about to set off. The one with a huge square in the center is the leading ship. The sailors above are busy preparing
Be prepared, and occasionally cast curious glances at the guest standing above him.
In fact, such guests are not very rare. Occasionally there will be explorers and tourists on the mainland who are interested in the legendary distant eastern continent, so they will take their ships.
Going to the East, this is not the first time they have carried this kind of guests, but [this time the guests seemed very strange, not as strange and talkative as the previous adventurers, and almost not
After talking to people, after getting on the boat, he just stood on the bow of the boat and stared quietly into the distance. And this was not the only strange thing about him.
The ship finally weighed anchor, and the sails were raised like a huge ship. Then the west wind slowly left the port and bid farewell to the mainland. The guest finally turned around and took a deep look at the slow-moving ship.
The land that was slowly leaving had a look of indifference on its face. It was not the kind of numbness or blank indifference, but it had experienced too much, settled too much, and was so complicated that it had no expression at all.
of indifference.
He seemed to be a young man in his twenties. It seemed because it was not completely confirmed. His face was densely covered with scars, and he only had one hand.
His left hand is gone up to his shoulder.
"Is this your first time going to sea?" the captain came over and asked with a smile.
The captain is a gray-haired old man, the leader of this caravan. Although he looks to be around sixty or seventy years old and very short in stature, he is energetic and can walk easily.
His steps were very long. There was always a gentle but not charming smile on his bronze face, and he spoke fluent English in China. He held two cups in his hands.
, handed one to the young guest.
"Yes. Thank you." The guest nodded, took the cup, and took a sip. His hands were also covered with spider web-like cracks. If you look closely, you can see that all of his exposed skin was covered in cracks.
Yes. The scars are not like those caused by weapons, but rather like cracks from broken porcelain or stone. The scars all over his body make him look like he was smashed to pieces.
The put together clay doll looks a bit scary.
"Have you ever had tea before?" Lao Banzhong was a little surprised. The guest looked calm, not like he was drinking this kind of drink for the first time.
"Yes." The guest nodded and narrowed his head. His expression was not cold, but he seemed too lazy to say even one more word.
"Oh, I can't tell." The old captain raised his eyebrows and looked at the young passenger with a smile. "The price of this thing in your mainland is not cheap. But I can see that you
Not a nobleman or a rich man."
A strong man like an iron tower came over, looked at the young passenger with scruples, and then said a few words to the old captain. The strong man's hair was already pale, and his face was pale.
He has quite a few wrinkles, but he is very respectful to the old captain.
After hearing what the strong man said, the old captain just smiled slightly, waved his hand gently and said a few words. The strong man looked at the tourists twice before turning around and leaving.
"My second son. I'm a little reckless. I'm sorry." The old captain turned to the passenger and smiled.
"Do you still think I'm an escaped desperado?" the young passenger asked with a smile. He couldn't understand Dongfang's words, but he could understand the strong man's meaning. This was what many people on this ship were saying.
The reason why he was prevented from boarding the ship in the first place was that he had no possessions and was disabled, and with the consent of the old chief buyer, he really couldn't get on the ship.
"You're not." The old captain shook his head and said, "Even if you are, you're still a good person."
"oh?"
"Your eyes are very clear." The old captain looked directly into the passenger's eyes. He smiled and took a sip of tea. "We have an old saying in the East. You can tell by looking directly into the other person's eyes when speaking.
What kind of person are you? I have seen people for seventy years, and I can tell that you are a good person, a kind and good person."
"I mean the same thing. Thank you."
"This kid, he's almost at the age when he knows his destiny, but he still doesn't look at others." The old captain looked at his son's back and smiled bitterly.
"Know destiny?" The passenger couldn't understand.
"At the age of fifty, there is a saying in our east. If you live to the age of fifty, you should understand destiny. Destiny, in your words... should be said to be destiny.
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"Destiny?" The passenger was startled. This word made his eyes blurred. "Do you also believe in fate?"
"Well, it seems a little biased to explain that this word is prophetic and destined to happen. In fact, the original meaning is irresistible. The irresistible thing that happens to oneself.
Helpless." The old captain who looked into his eyes did not answer, but just smiled and said, "I can see it. You believe it, at least you have felt it. People who are not frivolous can only worry about this.
Because I’ve felt something irresistible.”
The passenger didn't answer. He was immersed in the confusion brought by this word.
Destiny. He had really touched it, so close, so clear, so irresistible. But why did it end up like that in the end? He was able to survive, and he deserved nothing more.
He actually survived after coming down...
Facing the black aura rushing in, that figure, although broken, but always so majestic, powerful, and resolute, rushed forward, kicked up, and sprayed the ground with the most jet black.
The thick sword blade was kicked out.
The sword flew far and wide with endless black energy. When it flew into the Shadow Spin Mountain Range, it suddenly turned and flew towards the vaguely visible highest peak. Then the unique fluctuations stopped.
Come down. But the figure had already begun to disappear after the kick. I only had time to look back at him and say, "This is the last thing I can do."
What this could do was great enough, but it seemed to be of no use. The breath from the broken hilt was still not something he could escape or resist. He could only look up at the woman holding him and said weakly: "
sorry......"
The woman shook her head. Although her face was filled with tears, her eyes were full of amazing strength. She raised her hands to the sky, white flames flowed around her body, and a sad and firm voice began to shout: "Merciful Lord
Ah, I hope you can hear this most pious voice, I am willing to use my life as proof, please show me your mercy...
A ray of white light cut through the endless darkness and fell on his hand, forming a circle of white light surrounding him. The black aura curled up and turned the praying woman into a statue that was eternally fixed at that moment.
Statue, but could not invade the circle of white.
He could do nothing but feel the warm body surrounding him turn into cold stone. Tears welled up in his eyes. In this short moment, he had shed all the tears in his life.
What fell from the sky was not a miracle. His eyes could see it. It was the prayers of countless most devout believers accumulated between the endless heaven and earth, resonated and gathered by the most sincere prayers and the white magic flames that burned life.
Led down.
It is not God who can save people, never has been, only man can save people.
Is this also fate? Why did you let yourself live? Why did so many people die? Why did everyone die for him, but he survived in the end and endured the death of so many people?
"Heaven moves vigorously, and a gentleman strives to constantly strive for self-improvement."
"Huh?" The woke passenger looked at the old captain. Although he didn't understand, he knew that this sentence was meant for him.
The old captain looked at the passengers with a smile, his kind eyes as deep and tolerant as the sea, which was the unique light of wisdom of the old people who had gone through many vicissitudes of life. "The trajectory of heaven and earth cannot be changed by others, and what happened can never be undone. The only way to do it is to
We can only accept and face it calmly and bravely, not letting these things become constraints and burdens, but becoming a force to move forward, to live better and be braver.
The passenger was stunned. After a moment, he took a long breath, the light in his eyes became clearer and softer, and he nodded, "What an amazing thing to say."
The old captain patted the passenger on the shoulder and said nothing more. There was no need to say anything.
The young traveler nodded and stopped talking. He straightened his chest, took a deep breath of the slightly fishy sea breeze, and looked at the endless ocean ahead.
The sun shines on the sea, and the waves rise, breaking the light into countless dazzling white waves, and then all of them are included in their own arms, showing endless blue, extending to the distance and connecting with the sky.