In the curtain wall made of flashing white light, someone walked down the steps cursingly.

The Cilisha-Grey Stove helmet that walked out of the white light was lost, his hair was messy, his armor was torn, his beard was burnt, and his face was covered with a ball of black and gray. The dwarf was fumbled with his hands and shook his head, as if he was confirming whether there was still a hole there.

He suddenly stopped, raised his head, squinted his small eyes, and looked forward.

There was a temporary sanctuary, with a war lady hanging on the gray stone walls - interlaced sword blades and running wolf. Outside the altar, several goddess knights half kneeled on the ground, pressing their hands on the sword wings, praying devoutly, and when they heard the curse, they couldn't help but raise their heads.

There were many similar gazes. There were many people sitting in the hall who were as embarrassed as him. Everyone calmed down and looked in this direction. The dwarf hesitated for a moment, picked up the axe, carried it on his shoulders. He recognized a few acquaintances and whistled:

"Griegel, with long ears, how are you?"

The elf hugged his hands, leaned against a marble column, turned back from that direction, and looked at him with his emerald-like eyes.

"I'll ask you, I have long ears."

"Did we win?"

Words echoed in the empty hall.

Someone stood up, and there was a trace of unknown light in his eyes, and pointed at him in a direction with his hand.

A long crystal, enough to be hugged by someone, hangs on the abutment in the center of the hall. The dwarf opened his mouth slightly and looked in that direction. The changing and flickering pictures projected from the crystal's multi-faceted crystal structure were like a ray of light, casting in the center of the hall-

That was the last time before dawn.

Many people were walking through the forest in silence. Some of them carried longbows and some carried giant swords. They used gloves to pull open thorns with long thorns, crossed the rugged ground, stepped on the tangled branches and rocks, swept open the branches and leaves, looked up and looked forward, where the cedar trunks were intertwined, like a dim dividing line.

Outside the forest, behind the clouds, a ray of light has risen, like the storm of wind and snow.

On the other side of the valley, above the cliff, many people also walked out of the edge of the woodland. After looking in this direction, they seemed to realize something, and their faces were involuntarily grinning. Many people laughed and danced, and waved their hands hard.

Zhuo Qihua and rock core were also among them, but the two of them seemed a little quiet and just stared at this scene silently.

Such emotions gradually immersed everyone. People who walked out of the forest looked at each other, and a light of relief rose in their eyes. People turned around and stared at a flag that was passing behind them - the silver flag, which was handed over from one hand to the other, and passed through the junction of light and darkness, and then took it by a pair of small hands.

May held up the flag, turned around, and looked up at Miss Nightingale in front of her.

Alisa smiled, nodded slightly to her, took the flag with both hands, turned around and passed the taciturn box and Ai Xiaoxiao. The latter's dark eyes seemed to contain a bright light, watching Alisa step by step past the edge of the cliff and gradually walked up to the top of the mountain.

She stopped there and looked up at the man—the eyes of everyone at this moment were all on the man. The morning breeze raised the messy hair in front of the square pulp’s forehead, and the stars shining on the swinging collar—he was staring at Miss Nightingale in his team:

"Captain."

Fang Yu did not answer, but took the flag with his hand, raised his head, and stared at the pattern hanging from the flag - it was one of many ideals that people have given since the Star Gate era. Its light may have dimmed, but it has never faded.

He said nothing, raised the flag with his hand, and the flag raised gently, allowing everyone to see the pattern above clearly - the Holy White Shield, guarding the stars of dawn, and the seven swords, symbolizing the seven oaths, protecting beauty, peace, ideals and endless courage, tolerating everything, and the flame of reason, and finally, justice.

At that moment, the cold wind in the morning was sweeping the clouds, passing through the forest above the cliffs, and the valley was gradually retreating from its dark coat. Everyone held their breath and stared at the silver flag, as if they were ignited. They gently pressed their chests with their hands, and under their chests, their hearts were slightly excited...

The community was silent.

An incredible light is shining in people's eyes.

In the group where participants were gradually increasing, everyone also calmed down and looked at each other.

Miya blinked her eyes, a smile in her eyes, and a little light flashed.

That's-

Flag of Covenant Hill.

Between the mountains, the gray knights remained silent.

On the cliff, more and more flags emerged from behind the forest, one side after another, gradually connected into a piece under the light of light, like silver flames.

"They can't have... so many people..." Fei Moen said to the adult in a hoarse voice: "That's just a bluff..."

Bud Heiyu silently pressed the hilt of his sword, staring in that direction, but shook his head gently. "Femoen, opposite us is a keen opponent. They did not choose to leave before dawn, which means they had planned everything long ago, so there was only one choice left for us, that is, leave-"

"But, sir."

"Femoen, there are many ways to win, but there is often only one reason for failure," he turned around and looked at the pale-faced high-level knight and replied: "That is arrogance. Skipping the enemy will make you lose your judgment and thus you will not see the danger of getting close."

Femoen lowered his head: "So sir, let's go next?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Retreat in the direction of the ancient tower and wait for the supply to arrive," Bad Heiyu replied: "And report this battle truthfully. I need the support of Dragorn and Blood Eyes."

A trace of unbelievable light flashed in Femoen's eyes: "Is it true? Sir, it's just to deal with these refugees. Let the other two guards come to support us. This... will make you a laughing stock in the eyes of others..."

"I don't care about the laughing stock, why should I pay attention to the fool's ridicule," Bud Heiyu looked silently in that direction. "I want Blood Eye to bring his mercenary group to this place and let Dragorn guard the Charter City area. The situation is changing. Compared to this, Elpahin is nothing."

Femoen was silent for a moment, not quite sure why this adult, who had always been famous for his strategy, was so serious.

But perhaps just as the outside world rumored, the adult was sometimes too cautious. But of course he didn't dare to say more, and just asked, "So, do you have any other orders?"

The latter seemed a little hesitant for the first time and gently tapped the hilt of the sword with his fingers: "Maybe we should give up some attention, in the area of ​​Ash Tree Ridge."

"Sir!" Fei Moen asked in surprise. Since their troops were not strong enough, how could they still divide their troops at this time? Besides, what is worth noting about in Huishu Ridge? It has nothing to do with this war, right?

But Bud Heiyu glanced at him silently:

"I hope I'm overthinking it, but I still have to execute this command."

"I believe in my own..."

"……intuition."

Looking at the retreating gray flag and the black and white battle robe, densely packed like ants, and like a tide, gradually disappearing from the valley.

When the whimpering horn sounded through the valley, many people seemed to relax their tense nerves and couldn't help but hug each other and cheer.

We won-

Tianlan grabbed Jita's hand and couldn't help laughing and screaming, which made the naturalist lady frantically, and even the magic book fell to the ground. She suddenly laughed loudly, picked up the latter and turned around. "Fri, Fuli," Jita shouted with a red face, "Let me go down."

Tianlan then put down the disheveled naturalist lady, who gritted her teeth and glared at him angrily.

But Tianlan didn't care. She turned around panting, and suddenly, a figure came into her eyes. The girl couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and an inexplicable feeling arose in her heart - she silently looked at the boy standing on the edge of the cliff with a staff, who was silently watching the army of gray knights moving away.

She couldn't help but think of the scene on the battlefield.

The man holding a staff, silent and ruling, governing thousands of troops.

Perhaps, it is everything the other party has been trying to prove, to her, to her parents, to everyone he cares about.

The girl didn't know what kind of emotions it was. Perhaps it was mixed with a little hazy good feelings, and she shared the joys and sorrows along the way. She was also a little annoyed and jealous, but she was not so excited and lingering, and only had a delicate flow, just like daily life.

But it was injected into the heart at all times, and over time, a habit of reason gradually formed. All the memories turned into the once holly branches and gorgeous fireworks. She stared at the shadow, and seemed to have a trace of insight in her heart.

Although he had not opened his mouth, it was self-evident. A slight blushing made his cheeks stain.

Luo Yu was turning around and looked at the poet lady who was looking at him with some surprise. A look of surprise flashed in his eyes. But Tianlan glanced at him and turned around in a depressed mood.

Alisa's face was filled with light. She turned around and looked at the boy standing on the top of the rock and couldn't help but smile.

She smiled and said, "It's a great job, Lord Commander."

Fang Zhu shook his head.

He stared at the flying flag, and his mind was full of thoughts. Mount Saint Covenant, his teacher R, and Miss Miya, he had embarked on the same path as them. Is this a coincidence?

And is the road ahead for the redeemed person really a smooth road? Perhaps it will be a road that is dormant under the thorns, and even cannot lead to the final victory. Is the dream of Mount Covenant really reflecting the reality at this moment? He has not experienced that mighty struggle, but what confidence can surpass his predecessors?

Perhaps the only thing he could do was to continue. He made this decision unintentionally, but found the path he wanted to take from the decision.

Perhaps, this is a coincidence.

"Good job, Miss Alissa."

He then replied.

Miss Nightingale squinted her eyes and smiled softly.

Behind the two, May was tilting her head and looking at everyone here. She placed her little hand gently on her chest and felt her pounding heartbeat. The instructor once asked her about the goal she was pursuing, but at this moment, she seemed to feel that emotion.

What is justice?

This may be the justice she pursues.

She never thought that it would be so beautiful that people would be given courage to fight side by side with like-minded people and become the barrier to stick to for others.

The Paparals untied the kettle from their waists, unscrewed the lid, raised it up, and shouted at the two people in front of them:

"Brothers, let's cheer."

"cheers."

Luo Hao also raised the kettle, and the box hesitated for a moment before taking out his own small water bottle.

Two kettles gently touch the water bottle.

Let's celebrate victory.

Above the community, similar words seem to be flooding the screen.

Everyone felt relieved, and spiritually it seemed as if they had experienced a refreshing baptism.

They witnessed a big drama together, from impossible to possible, witnessing the real process of defeating the strong with the weak. In just a dozen hours, everything happened like a miracle.

Although people know in their hearts that the Crow Claw Temple will only retreat for a moment and will make a comeback at any time, since a miracle has happened, who knows whether it will come again?

What's more, what people see is not just miracles, but also the silent words that many people have united together - the banner, which they have seen, have long disappeared. Now, together with the spirit it represents, it has returned to this land.

Covenant Hill.
To be continued...