Star falls on December 24, 831, North Moldova Territory, Black Forest Fortress.

The black tide had dissipated, and the mad beasts that had gathered fell apart due to their own killing. Purple-red blood ice spread throughout the plains in front of the fortress, dyeing the originally white snow into a mess.

After confirming that most of the monsters had returned to the depths of the forest, the rest turned into corpses, the fortress suddenly fell into a carnival from the bottom of their hearts.

The battles over the past few days have made many warriors tense. Although they have received enough rest in recent days, their minds are still not relaxed. But the news that the Black Tide has completely returned has finally made the people in the fortress put down the last big stone in their hearts. In an instant, even the towers covered with ice were filled with laughter.

The snow piled up by the ice butterflies was swept away quickly, and red flags representing victory were hung at the doors of every household, even for families who lost their father or son. Although their eyes were filled with tears, they still raised the red flags of victory and smiled.

Because the praise of victory is a memorial to the dead. If the victor cannot laugh, then what is the value of sacrifice?

So praise it, even if you cry and laugh, you will declare victory.

The purple-haired Countess Virdanni ordered the city to announce that she would hold a large celebration banquet in the evening, where anyone could go, all food was free, and everyone could drink alcohol until the morning of the next day.

The efficiency of the fantasy world is still very fast. Under the hard work of the silver knights and black iron warriors, the square in the center of the fortress quickly piled up bonfires and tables, and grills and thick wine barrels were also placed aside. Two flags were erected in the center of the square, one was the [red-bottomed gold-edged hexagram] representing the Scarrant family, and the other was the [black-bottomed gold-edged sword-holding hand] representing the Radcliffe family.

Time passed quickly, and preparations became more and more perfect. When it was evening, the white pyroxene eternal lights lit up, illuminating the square, and the bonfires were also lit, emitting a red light. Suddenly, the entire center of the fortress was as bright as day. Fruits and vegetables, raw meat and seasonings were all perfect, and sitting behind the bonfire were tired and cheerful faces.

There was no cloud late at night, and the moon shone on the earth, accompanied by the twinkling of stars, the magnificent purple-blue sky was so beautiful. Against this background, Lord Veldanni walked to the high platform in front of the square, and she looked around, then opened her mouth to speak as she was the leader's people.

But at this moment, she suddenly took a deep breath, and the expression on her face changed constantly. The female mage seemed to recall the hardships of the previous battle and the despair when waiting for reinforcements. But in a flash, she adjusted her emotions and announced loudly to everyone on the court with a smile:

"No need to say more at this moment, my soldiers, cheer for victory!"

Before he finished speaking, before Villdanni turned around and walked off the platform, the crowd in the square began to shout warmly: "Long live the victory!" "Long live the grandmother!" "Long live the celebration!"

Some people raised their wine glasses and shouted: "Cheer to our reinforcements!"

This statement quickly gained everyone's approval: "Yes, praise the Radcliffe knights!" "Yes, toast to the real knights!"

The mood continued to rise, and the flames began to burn as the large bonfire in the center of the square began to burn, emitting a golden and red light, the carnival atmosphere was immediately ignited.

The countess had already left the platform at this time and walked into a gorgeously decorated house opposite the square.

Opening the door, walking up the stairs to the second floor, Verdanni entered a hall, and a pyroxene lamp made of blue crystal hangs down in the center of the hall, exquisite and luxurious, with magical light flowing. On the dome is painted a hexagram with a very strong magical meaning, which has a mysterious smell.

There was a not-wide square table in the middle of the hall, and two men with black and blond hair each were holding wine glasses, as if they were talking about something.

"…Jothia, where did you know that passage?"

He asked in a low voice, the blonde and red-eyed swordsman looked anxious, but his tone was soft and not disgusting: "After that time, I suddenly got a deeper recognition from the Double Blade of Order, which is simply incredible!"

"I knew it all the time."

The left arm was tightly bandaged, and the priest in the entire fortress had all his strength to heal. A ball of flesh and blood had already grown on the shoulders of the black-haired and red-eyed warrior. Although the bones had not yet grown completely, they could at least control their actions slightly through fighting spirit. It was barely 30%. He shrugged and said, "I guess it should be the information left in the Sky Blue Pearl, probably."

He picked up the wine glass with his right hand and took a sip of the wine. The spicy feeling went straight into his stomach from the throat. Joshua made a random nonsense again, but his expression looked very serious: "Maybe it was a blessing for the sages."

The official word is God's, and he is really a true sage.

"Did Tianqing Baozhu tell you more sentences like that?"

Brandon seemed to have accepted this unreliable explanation. He said seriously: "Also, do you know what the deep meaning of those words have? Please forgive my urgency, but this is the language used by the sages in the era of Guangyao. It has long been lost. Even the Royal Mage Society is still conducting preliminary deciphering... Your information will bring great progress to research!"

The Sky Blue Pearl didn't tell me anything, and I only knew that sentence, and only knew its superficial meaning.

Joshua shook his head, how would he tell the golden warrior in front of him? He knew this because the video of you, a guy who was raiding the abyss fortress in his previous life and killing the gluttony demon king was officially posted, as the propaganda pv of the fourth version of the dispute continent? The spell of the real name of the liberation holy weapon is not long, and it sounds cool and pretentious. You can pick a player out of ten and you will be able to recite a sentence or two. Joshua remembers it because of his sensitivity to the information of the strong.

It is indeed embarrassing and helpless to use my own prophecy in such strange places.

It happened that at this time, Veldanni came over, and the female mage sat directly next to Brandon, whose face was a little melancholy due to Joshua's answer, and naturally took the blonde swordsman's arm. Because of the arrival of her partner, the blonde swordsman also stopped asking.

These two people show their love again.

A sighed in my heart, and the small banquet belonging to the three golden strong men officially began. The silent silver-haired maid served hearty dishes at night, including animal meat, vegetables, river food and soup. Not long after, the small square table was covered with all kinds of dishes, especially the roasted calf in the center of the table. A sizzling sound was made on the golden skin, and oil came out of the pores, letting the rich fragrance fill the room.

"For victory!" "For friendship!" "For humanity"

"cheers!"

With the golden swordsman's cheers, Joshua clinked glasses with the other party without hesitation and tasted the winning delicacy.

But embarrassingly, within two hours, Villdanni and Brandon fell on the table, their bodies were hot, their faces were red, and their consciousness seemed to fall into a drowsiness.

"There are only a few cups, why did it fall down?"

Joshua, whose face was just beginning to turn a little red, looked at the two golden strong men in front of him in a bit incredible way. He turned his head and looked at the three empty wine barrels beside him, shook his head and asked in confusion: "It's only three barrels. Don't the people in the northern world have to drink a thousand cups?"

Since there is no red wine reserved in the fortress and only one barrel of golden ale brewed by dwarves, they and the soldiers in the square also drink this kind of ale, which is not very strong. The soldiers below are not drunk yet, so why are they drunk?

Although I knew that this was probably because the two of them did not deliberately use their golden-level bodies to eliminate the side effects of alcohol, the warrior did not do this too - the comparison of alcohol content suddenly became obvious.

Some people were disappointed and drank alone. Joshua looked at the maid named Ye nodded to him and dragged his male and female hostess into a room outside the hall one by one.

After eating orders by himself, he felt a little bored, simply stood up and walked around the house with a glass of wine.

The room is brightly lit and decorated very gorgeously and exquisitely, but there are no traces of frequent activities. It seems to be a venue specially used to entertain VIPs.

Joshua felt it was natural. After all, he came from Moldavia's raid and was injured a little because of this. This is the treatment he deserves.

Walking around, after a while, he heard a familiar voice coming from another room not far away.

“…So, the great sword is the strongest weapon!”

Walking into the room, no surprise, Joshua saw her magic machine. The silver-haired girl was sitting on a sofa, and a little blond and red-eyed girl sat on her legs. I don’t know what Ying said. The little girl looked very excited. She said curiously in a messy voice: “But my sister often says that spells are the highest~”

"Don't care about other people's opinions, Little Fran, try hard whatever you want, everyone has a different choice!"

Unlike beside the warrior, Ying's little face seemed a little red. She changed her soft personality before, and now she looked like a life mentor. She clenched her slender and fair fists and waved her into the air: "My master is a warrior, and your father is also a swordsman. There is no distinction between profession, it depends on people's choice!"

Without warriors, the meaning of weapons will not last long.

This little guy obviously drank.

Smiling and shook his head, Joshua could easily see that the little blond and red-eyed girl sitting on Firefly's legs had the factors of Brandon and Villdani on her face, and even her temperament was a little similar. She perfectly inherited the hair color and pupil color of her father. On the sofa beside Firefly and this little girl named Fran, there was a girl with purple hair. She looked a little older than Fran, but she was already asleep, and her curled sleeping position was as cute as a kitten.

"Sorry, sir, please let me know."

There was footsteps behind her, and then a faint and cold sound rang out. Joshua turned his head and found that it was the silver-haired and blue-eyed maid named Ye. She was holding a cashmere blanket that looked very comfortable and warm, with red patterns on it.

It seems to be for the sleeping little girl.

Nodded and moved away from his position. Joshua had no intention of going in to disturb his magic machine. He continued to stand at the door and watched everything happening inside.

Although Ye didn't talk much, he was indeed a conscientious maid. She gently covered the sleeping purple-haired girl with cashmere blankets, and cleaned up the dish on the table in the room. Her movements were straightforward and neat, and she was very cool.

Looking at this rare and warm scene, the warrior's face couldn't help but feel a hint of warmth.

Since the time travel, Joshua has changed the fate of many people, his own, firefly, Villdanni and Brandon, as well as many warriors and ordinary people, who survived and reborn because of the fighters' battles - the same is true for the two little girls in front of them. Because of the warrior's assistance, their mothers did not die like they did in their previous lives. I think they would have a happy childhood that they had never had in their previous lives.

Maybe they don't know, but that's true.

Joshua didn't care whether his behavior was to protect the weak or change the fate of others, nor did he care whether he was kind or evil in the eyes of others. He just wanted to fight with stronger beings, fight happily, and satisfy his desires...

But now it seems that this feeling is not bad either.

No longer paying attention to the fun of Firefly and the little blonde girl, he walked sideways to the window not far away. The black-haired and red-eyed warrior looked at the celebration in the square. His knight was drinking with the warriors belonging to Villdanni. They put the barbecue into their mouths with no concerns about whether the meat was raw or cooked. They began to chew and swallow it into their stomachs if it was burnt, and then laughed.

The wine that was not cheap or expensive was sprinkled freely. Everyone forgot the hard battles in the past few days, but laughed loudly. Some guys who were drinking had already begun to wrestle and wrestle with the crowd, and immediately stirred up the atmosphere even more enthusiastically.

Gradually, the expressionless Joshua smiled.

Perhaps, this is the purpose of his time travel?

Shaking his head, the black-haired warrior touched a glass of Shuangyuexu in the sky, then raised the wine glass in his hand, poured the spicy liquid in one mouthful, laughed loudly, and turned around and left.

This kind of thing doesn't matter at all.

Whether it is victory or failure, whether it is joy or sadness, in this dangerous and passionate world, in this continent full of battles and disputes - warriors, you should drink at any time, and this is the happiness you deserve!

——The second day, noon

Before the Black Forest Fortress, the fully armed knights were wearing silver-white armor. They arranged neatly arrays as they did when they set out, waiting for their lords to give orders.

Under the gaze of many defenders on the city wall, the leading warrior rode his tall black dragon-blooded war horse. He waved silently to the blonde swordsman and purple-haired mage at the city gate to say goodbye.

The cheers sounded like thunder trembling, and the flag holding the sword-holding hand on the black background and gold edge began to move, fluttering in the wind, making a sound.

The knights left with the blessings of everyone and returned to their hometown.

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Chapter completed!