The wind blew the silver sand dunes, and the gravel was raised.

In the sky, the clouds were gradually gathering again. Brando seemed to remember something and handed the weak staff lady in his arms to Freya: "Wait for me."

Freya nodded silently.

Brando turned around and walked on the sand to the side of Sorcerer Sadr - this once famous wizard leader was now disheveled and no longer as majestic as before. He stooped and lowered his head, looking at the sand with dull eyes.

Until Brando's boots came into view.

He then raised his head tremblingly and looked directly at the young lord. He opened his mouth and said in a hoarse voice that was not a smile, "You must be very proud, human being."

Brando looked at the man's cloudy eyes, and the silver pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes, like an old and dying beast - he didn't even feel angry in his heart at the moment, and only replied lightly: "This is Sassard

People’s choices, does it feel good to be a traitor?”

The wizard Sadr made a gurgling sound in his throat and sneered: "So what, you are not a mortal."

Brando looked at him, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"Don't you understand? If we think we are, then we are one of the majority of people in this land." He said quietly: "Because there is nothing extraordinary in this world, even if it is Ma

Lord Sha, she never thought that she could be superior - and the really sad people are those who cut themselves off from others."

"Sadr, nothing in this world is born noble, and blood cannot be a barrier between people. What Lady Martha gives you is not power, but responsibility. It's a pity that you don't understand -"

He slowly opened his arms, as if embracing the wind, and said softly: "Why are we proud - I am a mortal, a member of this small kingdom, I am the lord of Tonigel - this insignificant status, I

But I cherish it extremely; why am I proud? It is not my innate strength, but people's trust in me, the connections and commitments between people, and all the precious emotions in this world."

"We are proud of our courage to protect all beautiful things."

"This kind of pride," Brando looked at Sadr and replied with every word, "You don't understand -"

The wizard Sadr screamed, and his decaying body struggled to rush over, but he fell heavily on the sand dune. He tried his best to grab the gravel, as if he wanted to crush it, but unfortunately he could only helplessly

Watch the sand slip away from your fingers.

He fell down on the sand dune and let out a cry like a wounded animal.

Brando looked at him indifferently.

"The Lord is always fascinated by this look, isn't he?" Antitina looked at Brando's back gently and said softly.

Regarding this question, Freya was a little caught off guard, but she was too embarrassed to hide it, so she could only nodded in panic.

Antitina looked at her interestingly.

"Eruin is so small, Freya, so small that Mr. Brando can disdain its throne. But it is so big, so big that he cannot let go of everyone here." She

He said pointedly.

Freya dealt with it graciously, with circles of red clouds visibly blooming on her face.

"Freya, besides Miss Roman, you are the first to know the lord," the staff member continued softly: "Although there are some things I don't want to say, everyone can understand. If one day any of us cannot

When you return from the battlefield, will you regret your thoughts at this moment?"

Freya was stunned.

She looked at Brando's back in the distance with complicated eyes.

"Antitina, I..."

"You don't have to tell me," the staff lady said.

After saying that, she turned her head away and bit her lip gently.

Freya's voice was like a mosquito: "Ann, Miss Antitina, I, I, I look really... is it really that obvious?"

The staff lady's eyes suddenly widened and she turned back to look at the hopeless ostrich.

After a while, she finally couldn't help but cover her mouth and burst out laughing.

"I'm willing to fall, I'm willing to fall..."

The wizard Sadr lay on the sand dunes, his voice like a candle in the wind.

Brando took one last look at the miserable guy and turned to leave. But the wizard king seemed to be coming back to his senses, trembling violently, and tried his best to roar behind him: "Vladimir will not

I’ll let you go…”

Brando stopped and didn't look back: "It's a coincidence, so am I."

The last expression of Sorcerer Sadr was fixed in the eyes of astonishment.

There was a clicking sound in his throat, and he stretched out his hands as if to grab something, but the functions of his body had long been lost along with the magic power. His head tilted slightly, and his whole body was as lifeless as a dead tree.

The wind and sand kicked up, and the body of the Sassardian wizard leader turned into gravel and passed away in the wind like an object disintegrating.

Freya helped Antitina come over.

"What's wrong with you?" Brando looked at her blushing face.

"No, it's nothing..." Miss Eruin's Valkyrie hurriedly changed the topic in a panic: "Brando, are we going to war with the Sasardians again?"

"It's me," Brando replied calmly: "The wizard's war is over. Eruin should not be involved in this war anymore, but there are still some debts that I have to recover -

The death of His Highness Levin, the death of Mr. and Mrs. Eco, everything must be explained."

…

The burning giant ship was like a torch falling from mid-air. The steel was twisted and emitted a cry similar to that of a giant beast: "Woo--" People stared at this tragic scene, and the firelight illuminated the sky, setting off everyone's eyes.

on the face.

Although the small airships surrounding the Flash tried their best to save some people, the more than 300 officers and soldiers on board were destined to shed blood in this foreign land.

It slowly fell to the ground, and everyone solemnly saluted in that direction. In the light of the fire, the heroic spirit became eternal.

"The final signal from the Flash signals us to continue moving forward..."

The soldier who delivered the order held the note with red eyes, and for a moment he didn't know whether to continue reading it.

The old man waved his hand, leaned on his cane and left without saying a word. The knights were silent behind him. Many people knew that it was the eldest son of the old man on the boat. People had lost so much that

Lost the right to grieve.

There was chaos in the sky.

The formations of floating warships were intertwined with each other, and various emergency airships made the airspace appear more chaotic. There were also nightmare insects and screaming dragons flying past, and dragons of different colors were fighting each other.

.

The light of magic penetrated the entire battlefield from time to time, and various lights and smoke met in the sky. The burning fireball whimpered and fell from the sky, and finally turned into a dazzling firelight and hit the ground, and the corpses of the dusk species fell like rain.

The two injured dragons were forced to leave the formation and began to make an emergency landing towards Candebell City.

"Quick, cover them!"

On the battleship, all kinds of sharp alarms rang out, and the knights shouted, even over the hoarse voice of the messenger:

"There is a high-intensity magic reaction ahead!"

"Full left rudder, evasive maneuver!"

"The squadron changes formation!"

"Watch the clouds, they're coming down!"

The nightmare insects formed a huge arrow and flew down from the clouds. The Cruze fleet was in a panic. The limited counterattack could not cause fatal damage to these monsters.

Seeing that tragedy was about to happen, suddenly a cloud was torn open, and a huge silver dragon rushed from the right, knocking the formation of these nightmare insects into pieces. Frofa flicked his tail and killed several of them.

The unclear nightmare insects swept down, then spread her wings to split them in two. She turned around gracefully in the air, and then still had time to signal to the Cruze fleet.

The appearance of this elegant creature immediately aroused cheers from the entire fleet. People raised their hands high and waved their weapons excitedly. When the captains and first officers on each battleship saw this scene, their hearts were also filled with excitement, as if they were recalling

During the Battle of the Saints a thousand years ago.

The battle has entered a fierce stage.

A squadron of the Hazers suddenly broke away from the formation of the main fleet, launched a radical front-line formation, and launched a desperate charge towards the center of the battlefield - their target was the huge black ball of light in the clouds.

The Roots of the Battle of De Bell.

The crazy behavior of this fleet immediately aroused the situation on the entire battlefield. Everyone stopped. Many knights rushed to the side of the ship and stared at this scene in stunned silence.

Black Ball obviously felt threatened——

Under its command, the dusk army in the sky began to move closer in this direction and surrounded the fleet.

Aloz was the first to react.

"Stop them!"

The majestic voice of the little female dragon resounded through the sky. Under her command, the dragons turned and climbed together to seize higher airspace. They needed to dive to divide and surround the insect swarm. This was the last step for the dragons in the sky.

Good at tactics.

Humans also reacted. "Buy them time!" Sir Arman raised the cane in his hand, and the flagship Cruz was the first to turn, and then everyone saw the semaphore:

Change formation.

All capital ships enter the battle line.
To be continued...