Chapter 54 Chapter Fifty-Three

"Warriors of the Aquarium!" Setus held his trident tightly, and walked quickly past rows of standing Aquarius warriors, his red cloak raised high behind him, like a flowing red wave. Standing on a conspicuous high ground, he said loudly: "All of us standing here today is not only the order of Her Majesty the Queen, but also the common wish of all the water elves. Because the battle in front of us is not just a battle between the water clan and the wind clan." Fight again, but to resist the further expansion of the evil dark forces to the elf world. So I hope that in order to defend the space and ocean that nurture us, the brilliance of the mermaid warriors and the woman we love, will give us the gift of God, With all the strength and courage with which I was born, I threw myself into this brutal battle..."

I turned my head and saw Alex and Solon, fully armed, standing upright in the first row of their respective phalanxes, looking up at their commander with solemn expressions. "We were born to fight and we died to fight," continued Setus. "Today, we may win, we may lose, and some of us—you, me, him, and soon after Die, but no matter what, someone will leave this battlefield alive. Many years later, when people talk about us today, they will praise our bravery, weep for our fate, and sigh for the country under the waves. But I am more Believe, people are looking at the land surrounded by mist—" He stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the enemy, and with this movement, the red cloak behind him swelled in the wind, dispelling the illusory mist on the battlefield, and the number was obvious The Wind Clan army, which is several times larger than the mermaids, can be seen at a glance.

Setus took a deep breath and raised his voice sharply: "People will look at our battlefield today, they will sing and laugh, and they will say: 'Look, the handsome boy is back, full of the enemy's spoils , the blood of demons, and the glory of a true soldier!'” Amidst the cheers of the crowd, my vision blurred, and I heard a clang, and D's long sword was unsheathed.He stepped forward quickly and stood shoulder to shoulder with Cetus. I was surprised to hear more cheers from the ranks of soldiers. "It's the man in the arena!" "He's not dead!" I heard someone nearby scrambling.

Mermaids have always admired heroes, and D is their hero.After leaving the arena, they remembered him after all.My heart was pounding, I raised my face and looked at D standing high on the hillside against the light, the armor on his body was shining.I couldn't help being excited with the mermaid fighters in the arena, and felt extremely proud of him. "Most of the people here don't know my name, but maybe some of you will recognize the symbol, the sword." D raised the long sword in his hand high, and several people nearby saw the dragon entrenched on the hilt.He spoke in a low voice, not loudly, but everyone present could hear his voice.

Soon, I heard many people shout out in surprise: "This is the emblem of the Dragon Knights!" They said, "He is a Dragon Knight!" D looks at the crowd at his feet.He cleared his throat and continued: "I was not born here, I am not a mermaid. We have different ancestors and believe in different gods. I have not lived with you, nor have I trained together. I It's not your family, it's not your brother. But that doesn't mean we can't fight together here today." "Yes, this sword belongs to a dragon knight." D held up the long sword, and said generously, "It once drank the blood of demons, fought with a group of brave and fearless aquatic warriors, and finally won the victory." He paused , his sharp gaze swept across all the mermaid soldiers present, "If these years, the Aqua Warriors still retain the strength and courage I remember, then no matter in the past, present or future, we will not lose any battles! "

The four thousand mermaid warriors on the battlefield were excited.They raised their spears high and tapped rhythmically on the sturdy round shields made of scales on their arms. The cheers were deafening, and the high-pitched horns above the battlefield seemed distant and faint. D returns the sword and sheaths it.He walked down the hill and walked straight in front of me, but I noticed a few nearby merfolk warriors staring blankly in my direction.Because I'm wearing a mask, they can't see me. "You, and you." D pulled Lotbar's hand beside me and handed it to me, "You two, don't die."

I heard Lotbar gasping behind the mask. "Aren't you going to keep an important hostage safe?" he asked anxiously. D was silent for a moment. "...The enemy's target is me. It's too dangerous to stay by my side." He pouted at me, "She will protect you." I swallow hard.In fact, I really want to tell him that I don't think I can do this.I want to tell him that in fact, I can't take care of myself at all.But I couldn't say it. D turns to me. "Swear to me," he leaned down and whispered in my ear, "you won't leave me again."

I took a deep breath. "I swear." I told him.Because I know that only in this way can he concentrate on facing Radu.He couldn't be distracted by me, not at all.Because it was a duel that could only be concluded by a fatal death. In the past 600 years, the brotherhood of right and wrong, love and hatred, has long been eliminated. Before he turned around, I reached out and grabbed his arm tightly. "Swear to me you'll come back to me as soon as the war is over." The overwhelming sound of war drums broke through the lingering fog over the battlefield.His gray gaze fell directly into mine without hindrance.

"I swear," he told me. I stood on tiptoe and gave him a kiss.When my lips touched the corners of his cold lips, I suddenly felt a sense of unreasonable sadness in my heart. I thought this might be the last time I kissed him. When I kissed him for the first time, we were still in our normal human world, in Highgate Cemetery, north of London.I remember that day was the British Fireworks Festival.At that time, the sky was full of bright fireworks, they were leaping and jumping in the bright night sky, colorful, as if blooming flowers from another country. It seems a ridiculous irony that at this moment we are surrounded by the same hustle and bustle as that day, with crackling explosions and brilliant and dazzling fireballs rushing into the sky.It's just that these are no longer entertainment programs for the fireworks festival.

Horrific wars and deaths are not hallucinations, but fond memories of love and years are. The touch on the lips is gone.I stumbled and let go. The snow-white mist, which was colder than his lips, followed one after another, engulfing his figure immediately. Amidst bursts of urging horns, the trihalberd battle flag embroidered with the image of the sea god fluttered, and the mermaid phalanx in the front row began to charge.