Since the end of the Dragon War, the people who kept the oath fell apart, and the fairies also blocked the mountains with fog. The heroes laughed and talked loudly, and the hall where the talkers left silent.

Some people leave, some people die, and from then on, year after year, day after day.

In the end, only three goddesses were left in the sacred alliance, Aimeya, Milera, and the Lady of Life was also separated from the other two.

In addition, there is another person who is hidden behind the scenes, staring at the world with a smile, calculating the gains and losses under the scale.

The war is over.

Now the war is back.

Just like the dazzling sun rising under the night sky.

"It's Ossoke's ancient knight," the female knight's voice did not fluctuate, "The oath of the Mane of the Holy White is back."

"That's just a Saint, lady." The chief warlock shook his head and whispered.

"That's different," Melfina turned around—that was her real name, with a last name, Quya Miaoxing, "Do you know who she is?"

"She is a student of Leya. Fromi's 'Fire' has almost chosen her to be the next heir. The big leader's eyes are above the top, so how could ordinary people catch his eyes?"

"Maru Luowei chose a Saint Selected as his successor?"

"What's that?" The elf princess used her hand to pluck her long hair under her helmet, and her soft silver braids flowed away from her hands like water. "Didn't King Kaolin also marry a Saint-Selected as a queen. Times have changed, Dulin."

In her voice, the elf cavalry was breaking through the light.

The unicorn's flying mane and horse hooves were like stepping on a wall, and the hexagonal light rain on the wall shattered, protecting everyone like wings.

May also flew up, and a dragon was emerging from the void and flew from the thick smoke. It had a big mouth like blood and eyes like gold.

It spread its wings, and a dark flame grew under it.

May looked at the dragon in surprise, grabbed its back thorn with his hand and landed steadily on the dragon's back. She looked back and the naturalist lady pushed her glasses with her hand. The Book of Life was floating in front of her, and she nodded gently in this direction.

"The Last Dark Dragon, Nico Polas."

Melfina couldn't help laughing, "This name is actually no longer worthy of its name. The guardian of Fenris has defected now, and the states of Kaurin-Ishurien are looking for it."

Her eyes fell on Fang Rong again, "My sister has seen these people. The little girl has always been simple, but this time the person she knows is not simple. Fortunately, Master Ailin recognized the other party."

The chief warlock looked at her without saying a word.

"Okay, I understand, Dulin," the female knight turned back to her identity, "Now I am a member of the Son of Light, we are warriors, and I won't talk about this now."

"Maybe we can't go back to the elf court. The father has always protected Lian very well, but she is not suitable as a king. The king has to be responsible."

Her chief staff member was still silent and said nothing.

But the female knight no longer cared about this. She was staring at everything that happened on the battlefield with admiration, as if she had turned back to the gentle lady that Fang Zhu saw.

The unicorn knights launched a charge under the leadership of the dragon witch, and their real leader was Mey, who rode on the dragon's back. The knight grabbed the dragon's back thorn with his hands, making it turn sideways, and plowed the ground with the long halberd in his hand, as if he had separated a passage in the gray ocean.

Then the dragon with golden flames flashed in its eyes and added a black flame. The golden sparks fell to the ground like embers falling into dust, and immediately raised an immortal fire.

The fire swept everything and swallowed everything.

Then the unicorn cavalry wrapped in a ball of silver light stepped on ashes and rushed into the enemy formation, like a silver blade, separating all the enemies they encountered.

In order to prevent accidental injury, the elf shooter above the high base had stopped shooting, and the craftsmen of the Saint Selected also squeezed onto the wall and watched the scene intently.

The three-sided holy emblem shines with light, just as if the mortal alliance ten centuries ago has returned again.

Even the betrayers watched this scene from afar. Those who were handing over with them behind their backs might be more familiar with the current scene, but they were just the Saint Selected Ones.

"It's quite handsome." One of them couldn't help but exclaim.

"Let's go," said the leader, "we're going to do our own business."

The others took a last look at the battlefield and nodded.

The channel is open.

"The channel is open!"

Even though the Night Walker's craftsmen couldn't understand the battle situation, they could understand that the Son of Ryu had the upper hand at this moment, starting with those air combat structures entering the field.

They couldn't help but cheer, after all, no one didn't want to win, and no one wanted to die on the battlefield for no reason.

People couldn't help looking in that direction.

Those who changed everything above the high wall.

There, Fang Zhu was pulling his coat tightly, his eyes only staring at the fog in front of him, where a huge monster was breaking through the fog.

He didn't care about anything else, he just raised his right hand, and the magic of ether seemed to gather in the area between his index finger and thumb of his magic glove, and then grabbed it gently.

A bright flame fell from the clouds.

Like a fiery fire, like a meteor breaking through the clouds, passing through a golden line, straightening the night, hitting the head of the giant.

Bright flames spread out everywhere, reflecting in every gaze on the battlefield.

Then.

The wings of six golden flames flowing out of the flames, and the tall figure appeared above the head of the disaster champion.

"Ni Ni," Fang Yu shouted in a low voice, "I'll leave it to you!"

"Leave it to Nini," the tender voice shouted excitedly, "Papa!"
Chapter completed!