Along with his words, the gates of the entire city creaked at the same time!
The huge city gates opened automatically without anyone controlling them!
There were more than ten gates on the city walls, but at this moment, all of them opened at the same time!
What was even more incredible was that the drawbridge of the moat in the distance also slowly lowered. While all of this was happening, the soldiers on the city walls still maintained their original posture. They had no idea that the city walls beneath their feet were completely opened like a prostitute in a brothel opening her legs to a customer!
And after entering, they were still running!
The "rebel army" led by Marquis Barton was not stopped by the magic within the barrier at all. They still maintained their forward posture and mercilessly charged over the drawbridge of the moat. The thousands of cavalrymen charged into the city like unstoppable beasts. The huge city gates were wide open, and the soldiers seemed to be in disbelief. They had easily charged into the "invincible" city in their hearts without losing a single soldier in the whole process!
From the start of the charge to the point of breaking through the city walls, the soldiers took less than half an hour!
And as if knowing that the attack would be so successful, Marquis Barton's army actually sent all the cavalrymen!
The sound of iron hooves thundered past, and the ancient capital of a hundred years of history was broken just like that.
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The cold air whistled past many of them. Although they were wearing Nuo He's clothes, many of them still felt their faces go numb from the cold air. They tried their best to cover their bodies with the beast hides in their Space Rings, but they could not stop the cold air, causing their bodies to stiffen up like a block of ice.
The wyvern flapped its wings with all its might and flew thousands of meters in the air. Although it might be the first time it flew so far, it seemed to have good endurance. At least after flying for a whole day, it could see the dense Dark Moon Forest in the distance.
The city of Karo was like a small seashell on the beach in the dense forest. Thinking of Karo, those memories made Marquis emotional. It was as if the days of being a mercenary were still going on yesterday, and in the blink of an eye, he was already a … Viscount of the Empire, with a territory no less than Sibor and great wealth.
All of this was a little dreamy, but it all started from the dragon skeleton in the forest. Marquis could not help but sigh at the wonders of fate. But he had more doubts.
To this day, there were far more questions in Marquis' mind than answers. The more he came into contact with those unknown things, the more he felt that he was touching some secrets in this world that ordinary people could not even reach or even hear of. The Krillin's Blade in his hand was one of the three legendary sacred weapons, but at this moment in Marquis' hands, it was just a quiet sword. Although it gave Marquis Saville's teleportation ability, it still could not make Marquis feel that this sword was worthy of being called a "sacred weapon."
Although it was very powerful, the only thing that made Marquis feel that it was not the ability it had, but the "emotions" it had. This was what made Marquis feel different.
No weapon could possess life. Many people understood that it was a fantasy for a blacksmith to allow a weapon to have its own consciousness. However, it had indeed happened to him. What was the reason for all of this?
What was the use of the sword in his hand?
Marquis did not know.
The city of Karor flashed under his feet. Marquis seemed to have reached the edge of the continent. As the weather was sunny today, the few clouds allowed Marquis to vaguely see the sea in the distance. But the dark area made Marquis feel that this place seemed to be slightly different from the ocean that he knew.
He did not need to worry about these things. After flying for a few hours, Marquis began to descend. The white city walls of Darthill allowed Marquis to recognize it from afar.
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Sylvia stared blankly at the letter in front of her. The corners of her eyes were a little red, but her mother was not far away, so Sylvia did not dare to wipe her tears.
"Why? Can't bear to part with him?"
Marfala's faint voice made Sylvia sigh. It seemed that even her psychological activities could not escape her mother's perception. She folded the letter and carefully placed it in her inner pocket.
Marfala quietly watched her daughter's actions. She did not say much and did not even move her eyebrows. The letter had actually arrived the day before yesterday. This was the fifth time that Sylvia had taken it out today. Marfala did not say any words of comfort to her daughter, and Sylvia did not make any requests to her mother either.
To Marfala, this seemed to be a sign of something.
However, Sylvia faintly requested her mother to return to her room to rest after doing all that last night. Marfala nodded in agreement. There was not much communication between the mother and daughter. It was obvious that Sylvia did not want to talk too much about her sweetheart to her mother.
The authority of the temple was far more pressuring to the elves than the royal authority to the commoners. To put it bluntly, the latter was a pyramid structure built through economy and military force. It was a portrayal of human society. However, in the elves, the temple was directly above all authority. As for the temple, it did not control the elves' economy or use military force. On the contrary, the temple only represented one word — "faith."
It sounded like the Vatican of Lambas. However, the Elven Empire was indeed much stranger than the humans. Although the authority of the Vatican of Lambas was above all other departments, it was still somewhat similar to the authority structure of other human empires. It was also a pyramid structure, but the top of the pyramid was not the monarch but the pope. In contrast, the temple did not have such a pyramid structure. All their priests, including all the clergymen, from strong to weak, had to listen to the will of the Moon Goddess.
Of course, the Moon Goddess rarely issued any decrees, so the temple basically did not interfere with the other internal affairs of the Elven Empire.
Dashiell's temple was the only elven temple that had a "statue of a true god." It was no different from a holy land to the new elves. However, today, a strange guest came to the holy land.
It was strange because of the way this guest came to the temple.
A huge shadow shrouded the street in front of the Temple of Dashiell. Dragon roars reverberated in the air, giving Dashiell's patrol a good scare. When the wyverns under them landed on the ground, huge cracks appeared on the bluestone floor from the heavy wyverns' stomps.
"Dragon knights!"
"Moon Goddess above!"
"What is this?
Are the dragons going to attack the main elven city? "
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