The Amber Sword - 1522. Chapter 1522-Kingdom Rebirth in Act 512 (Part 2)

The purple ocean is disappearing from the valley.

The herald stared in that direction blankly, and after a while, he turned his head and said in an incredulous tone: “They…they are retreating from the first line of defense, Legion Commander.”

Veronica watched this scene calmly.

In the valley, Faina lifted her helmet, flicked her long golden hair, and was covered with steaming sweat. With a thud, she threw the helmet far away, then raised the bladed knight sword in her hand high, and shouted hysterically into the distance:

“We won!” Tears couldn’t help but burst into tears.

By her side, the knights were already cheering.

Everyone was cheering.

Magdal stood silently beside her grandfather, and White Wolf Sword Saint Frank pressed the sharp rock with one hand, watching this scene condescendingly. The breeze blew across the Alcash Valley, like a gentle hand stroking between the bare rocks, covered with broken flags, debris and flowing blood.

This is a tragic victory.

In the air, on the countless floating ships, the Hazel and Cruz watched this scene together-this is the first retreat of the crystal cluster in three months.

Its meaning speaks for itself.

This is the beginning of the year of Swift. The drastic changes that people have experienced in the past six months have been far more violent than at any moment in history. The civil strife of the Cruz Empire, the fall of the black moon, the advent of the magical tide, the recovery at dusk, the disaster of the White Mountains, the Eruin Rebellion, the beginning and end of the Wizarding War–

However, in the end, Vaughan came out of a series of complicated and complicated events. With the end of the Wizarding War as the background, under the open bow of the Bugans, St. Osor and Madara finally joined forces. It was as if in the darkness where they could not see their fingers, people finally saw a ray of light coming.

That may be the darkest hour before dawn.

The combined fleet of the Hazel and Cruz crossed most of the plain of Saint White, and wrote a perfect ending at the end of the battle. In the Moon of Winter Qin in the Year of the Sword, Bahamut fell outside of Campbell, while the Quinine Lions who rejoined the Holy Covenant abandoned their previous suspicions and helped their former enemies in the battle of Corcovado. The Eruin put down the rebellion.

After the collapse of the Thassard Alliance, the allied forces of the Nine Phoenixs and the Bugans began to clear the remnants of the Dusk Dragon on the eastern plains-the murderous wasteland centaur. And once the war on the Eastern Front is over, it can be foreseen that the re-conclusion of the sacred oath is near.

Silver Bay sent a second coalition army. The undead army had just arrived in the area of Issolin under the command of their emperor, and the two elven legions had already walked in front of them and entered the valley area of the Solan Forest—— The Wild of Four Realms is already ahead.

But before the arrival of these new forces, the Battle of Alcash had been declared over in advance. On February 7, the Silver Bay coalition led by White Wolf Sword Saint Frank and Princess Magdal arrived. Two weeks later, the human coalition regained it. The first line of defense in Fort Babel.

After this battle, the Twilight Dragon finally began to consolidate its power-perhaps after the Sasald’s conspiracy was thwarted, the chaotic monarch was tired of repeatedly consuming his power in one place.

But withdraw his fist just to throw it harder next time.

In many areas, especially in Silver Bay, people are celebrating this miraculous victory. However, for more high-level humans and elves, they are becoming more and more aware of this point.

Obviously, the victory of a battle is not the end of all this, but on the contrary, it may be the beginning of this long war, and then it will no longer be conspiracy and trickery, but real bloodshed and fight. .

The time node seems to be getting closer.

A new round of the Four Realms Meeting is already under preparation. This time, the Cruz people chose Manktor as the venue for the meeting. This place was called the Holy White in the language of the Miner people in the past. It was once the place where a sacred vow was concluded in the Battle of the Saints , The former site of the Shengbai Conference in the center of the Four Realms.

In choosing such a place, the potential meaning contained in it is actually well known.

The Silver Bay states, the Hazels, the Faenzans, the Bugans, the Nine Phoenixs, and even the wild elves of Ellanta and the druids of the Sky Ring have responded to the call of this covenant, not to mention Speaking of other countries and forces, large and small, the four temples have once again come together, and the scene a thousand years ago has reappeared at this moment.

And far in the mountains north of Eluin, an army of dwarves is also passing through the snow-capped mountains, their destination has long been determined.

In Baltar’s Valley of the Kings–

The blizzard of the past week has stopped on this plateau. This will be the last heavy snow of this winter. After the heavy snow, under the snow cover, the mountains and forests are already preparing for the coming vigorous season.

All only wait for the ice and snow to melt, and the spring of the year of the Swift will announce its return.

That will be the hope for the recovery of everything.

It’s just that in the snow-capped valley at this moment, there is another scene. The knights of the White Lion Legion are lining up, raising their heads and looking up. Behind the rows of flags are the restless hydras – under the feet of these giant beasts, the archers of the tree elves are comforting their huge’companions’.

Commander Fini walked around the neat centaur queue, looking boredly at the sky, the silver fleet from Tonigel was approaching one by one, shining brightly; then appeared in the sky. The silhouettes of the Valkyries, the celestial horses burning with gray flames flew over the valley, aroused cheers and thunderous cries.

Following them were the flying dragon knights and the few griffon heavy cavalry. The knights held the Eruin flag high, and the silver battle flag was hunting and hunting in the wind, which once brought the atmosphere in the valley to a climax.

The cheers from time to time shook down the snow and broken ice on the treetops in the distance, and fell into the stream below. The floating ice floated on the surface of the water, swirling and disappearing into the distance. At the end of the stream, there will be the warm south of this kingdom. In those places, spring is already full.

But above the temple in the middle of the valley, suddenly several figures appeared.

One of them is a small head, but that figure seems to be condensed with the hearts and power of the entire kingdom.

The valley suddenly fell silent.

There was only the sound of quiet breathing.

Everyone raised their heads, waiting for their commander-their king.

As the cold wind roared, Haruze breathed white air, blinking slowly, staring at the entire valley. He gathered his cloak, the cotton cloak was extremely inconsistent with his height. The long cloak was dragged on the marble floor, golden red color, and the cotton ball was white like clouds.

He seems a bit too weak, almost not like a king, more like a princess, a little thin and feminine girl-but he is firm enough to remind people of the equally brave Fusha Princess.

That cloak, like a silent agreement, bears on the future successor of this kingdom.

For the past 100 years, the kings of Corcovado have chosen to take the throne in Winterjaw. There, they will take the scepter and crown symbolizing the king from the bishop of the Temple of Flame and become the true ruler of this land.

But today, there is something special.

The crowd slowly separated.

Haruzer turned around, and his sister was reflected in her silver eyes. She was accompanied by Sir Overwell, slowly walking up the stairs and step by step to her. He saw the crown that his sister was holding in her hand, and the faint silver crown was inlaid with the shining gem.

That is the gem of Goring.

It was born in the hands of a hero and witnessed the birth of another hero. When people retrieved it from the ruins of Dengbao, the brilliance on this gem was not compromised, as if everything in the past could not leave any traces on it at all.

Just like the steadfastness and unyielding of this ancient kingdom, it also represents the indomitable courage of the Eruin people.

Haruze raised his head, his silver eyes were moisturized, and he stared at his sister silently.

“Are you ready?” At this important moment, Griffin was a little distracted. She held the crown and asked softly.

Haruze nodded seriously.

A ceremonial officer walked up and handed the ruby scepter and golden apple into his hands.

Haruzer picked up these two symbols of kingship and power, and raised his head slightly nervously-Princess Griffin looked at him and said solemnly: “From today, you will inherit Eruin. The will of the kings becomes the new master of this land…but it is not only about ruling, but more about responsibility. The oath made by the first king Eke under his sword is to guard this land.”

“Haruze,” she asked again: “Are you ready to lead this kingdom forward.”

Haruze was silent.

There is some regret in his heart. On this important occasion, the person who is most important to him is not here. Rather than taking this responsibility, he hopes to be recognized by his teacher. In his mind, only that person is an eternal hero.

Without him, where would you and your sister be?

But when he remembered the teacher’s look towards him, Haruze became firm again and nodded solemnly: “I’m ready, sister.”

“Swear an oath.”

“From this moment on, I will become the king of the Eruin people, but it is the courage of the Eruin people — I swear that I will stand in front of everyone and guard this ancient kingdom forever until the end of my life. End.”

Princess Griffin nodded, and she looked at Sir Wolf on the side.

Overwell took a step forward and looked at Haruze and said: “Your life is still very long, my King, but the oath will last forever. Remember, if one day you forget today’s oath, Not only the Lionheart Sword will leave you, every Eluin will call you a traitor.”

“I will never betray, Sir Overwell.”

“I hope to see this day.”

Overwell raised the lionheart sword in his hand. There were shallow cracks on the bright blade, but it had long been a symbol of more than a sword—it was the power granted to the king by the nobles and the people. Place it on Haruze’s shoulder, tap it lightly, and hand it over to the young king.

Then he put down the sword and helped the king to put it in the scabbard.

At that moment, a lady of the staff in the crowd watched this scene quietly, a little regretful in her heart, but she was full of relief.

Sir Wolf took a step back and let Princess Griffin come to her brother. The princess held up the crown in his hand and placed it carefully on top of Haruze’s head. The little prince lowered his head slightly to bear the weight of the crown.

Griffin said slightly sternly: “Remember this moment, Haruze, this will be the last time you bow your head; from today onwards, you are the king of this kingdom, and you are the symbol of courage for all Eruins. , Never let this ancient kingdom lose its backbone.”

“I remember, sister.”

The crown was gently put on.

Haruze also raised his head at the same moment.

The whole valley was silent.

This is the scene of how many people have been looking forward to countless moments, and how many blood and tears have been paid for the rebirth of this kingdom.

Three days ago, Eruin’s last fief noble, Earl Grey Mountain, voluntarily surrendered his power. He also made his daughter, Yi Deni, join the House of Nobles and become a member of the Noble House.

A month ago, Duke Lantonilan took his great-granddaughter and announced his seclusion and returned his fief to the royal family.

Afterwards, Grand Duke Karasu was also willing to go to Corkova to hold the residence of high officials at the invitation of the royal family. With the support of the Cardiloso family, the Highland Knights had completely fallen to the royal family before then, and accepted the inclusion of the White Lion Legion, becoming a military force that truly belonged to Eruin.

In the harsh winter of the Year of the Sword, all the nobles who participated in the rebellion got their due end. All the nobles who participated in collusion with the unity of all things or had an affair with the Sasald people have been hung in Ampersel. On the gallows outside the city.

The provinces of Vieiro and Golan-Elsen were directly taken back by the royal family and will no longer be sealed.

In the north, the rebels have long since vanished.

The last resistance of the Earl of Yanbao also surrendered under the attack of the royal fleet; waiting for the fate of these people will not be much easier than the nobles who participated in the rebellion in the south. Perhaps being deprived of noble status is already the most merciful. treatment.

Behind this great restoration was the biggest change in the history of this ancient kingdom. For the first time, the entire kingdom was completely integrated, instead of being actually controlled by the nobles of large and small fiefs.

This is the birth of a central kingship, but it also witnesses the contract between the royal family and the nobles, and the nobles and the people. In the future, this may be a country that belongs to all the Eruins.

As Brando described in the letter.

A week ago, the hero of the Eruin, the lord of the Tonigel, and the knight of the princess-the legendary Earl Tonigel sent such a letter from far away Saint Osor.

In that letter, for the first time in written language, he entrusted everything about Tonigel, even Valhalla, to his only student in Eruin.

This Lord Earl’s actions shocked everyone, but in addition to unbelievable and shocked, people’s hearts were more deeply admired.

Some people can turn the tide in a difficult situation and save everything.

These people are called heroes.

But other people were able to walk out of the glorious halo calmly. When the people of the world were still indulging in illusory pride, his eyes had already penetrated history and saw the established future through layers of fog.

They should probably be called fools.

But in any case, the Eruin people will remember such a name.

Just as they remembered his grandfather.

At this point, history is no longer re-tracking.

An old kingdom was reduced to ashes in the flames.

But another brand new Eruin has appeared, just like the shining crown.

“For Eruin!”

“For Your Majesty!”

“May the black pine evergreen,”

“May Eruin live forever.”

“May faith shine as ever,”

“May the sword be as sharp as ever.”

The young King, holding the scepter, slowly turned around. He dragged his long cloak to the edge of the terrace, and his childish silver eyes stared at all his subjects.

It is a boiling ocean.

Then, he raised the scepter in his hand high and pointed it towards the northern border of the kingdom.

After the second holy war, half a century, at this moment, the Eruin army once again set foot from here, their opponents will no longer be compatriots-but fighting for the future of the orderly world.

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(PS: After today’s chapter is over, tomorrow I will enter the last plot of Amber’s book. I feel a little bit emotional when I think about it…)