MTL - My Summons Are Weird-Chapter 429 Dawn of the Silent

Walking through the dirty and smelly corpse pit, Royer, who looked calm, stepped on the blood gurgling on the ground.

There are various armors, and the knights who are not complete sets saluted immediately after seeing Royer.

"My lord, the thirteen messengers have executed eleven, and only two are willing to join us."

Royer nodded and instructed: "Tell Messer that next time such a messenger does not need to be forwarded to the rear, he can handle it himself."

"Release the messenger sent by Zenir and let him tell Zenir that I will not join forces with any party. In this game, we each have our own abilities."

Royer's toughness did not make the survivors in the north who had experienced the calamity and deep pain feel uncomfortable. On the contrary, they were fighting with high spirits, and everyone's eyes were shining, and a group of guards claimed that they were.

The Empire has abandoned them, and has always ignored their calls for help during the war, and even deceived them!

"Find the source of the infection and give the information to the Falcon Legion. With all the preparations, the Seventh Falcon Legion will definitely give you assistance."

This is a joint promise from the front-line commander of the Solon Empire and the Grand Duke. In order to allow countless old people and children who are suffering from hunger and cold to have the opportunity to break through the long infiltration blockade and return to the embrace of the empire, a large number of warriors in the north have gathered.

Under the consultation of the leaders of several teams, two hundred elites were selected from the warriors who volunteered to participate. Almost all of them lost all their relatives, and only a few left a suicide note for their relatives far away in the safe area.

They know what they have to face. If they die calmly, they can save a life for the people they protect... In this chaotic era, it is not worth dying to die, is it?

It is a pity that they underestimated the inhumanity of the Solon nobles. Only four of the two hundred elites returned. The three had to be stabbed in tears by the survivors because of the infection. Their description and attack methods of the crystal giant at close range. , the operation of magic power, etc., not all of the information was handed over to Solon.

Royer, who led another group of survivors to this place, cautiously gave only part of it, and hoped that Solon would fulfill his promise as promised, but when they reached the retreat, they encountered a ruthless bombardment from the Solonian magician, if not for Royer In the explosion, they killed two fifth-order magicians with a knife, and this group of poor people who had too much expectations for Solon could no longer speak for themselves, let alone express their inner anger.

The survivors will ask why at first, but now, they are not going to listen to the perfunctory given by the arrogant monarch and anyone in this ugly empire.

The vast northern cities have become no man's land, there is no spring farming, food is scarce, and if you want to survive, you can only plunder.

Maybe a random high-level magic of the magician can wipe out all of their small as ants. In the process, the magician will not even make a fuss in his heart, but so what?

Wouldn't it make more sense to charge towards this group of masters who always stepped on their necks, crushed their spines, and then died on the road, rather than starve to death?

"Use blood and sharp knives to get everything we need, the north is our country, and every step we take is to expand our territory!"

Royer's slogan was carved into everyone's heart.

They have been humbled to this point, and they have nothing to lose. They want to splatter their blood on the faces of these high-ranking masters. If their dirty hands can defile their delicate robes, even if they cut off their own hands. Before throwing, they would too.

If there is no cure for Solon, then a brand-new kingdom will at least have a new future and a place of its own that has not been divided.

Royer watched with satisfaction the warriors of all ethnic groups who worked hard to collect food, even though they were extremely hungry, still abide by the prohibition against stealing food, and did not play slippery; seeing the children running back from the snow with dry wood in their arms, Royer would distribute the few candies. When he saw the children involved in carrying the corpse, he had a sullen face, but when he saw the children excuse the scolded captain, he could only shake his head helplessly.

Finally, he came to the stream that had just thawed, and Shaleem was dozing off against the big tree that had just pulled out its green branches.

Before she got close, Shalem was already awake, her slightly squinted eyes opened little by little, the drowsiness disappeared the moment her sight touched Royer, and the light green hair that complemented the warm spring fluttered in the wind.

"Sharem...sorry."

"No, I'm not asleep."

Sharem's speech speed increased in a rare way, changing from the dazed state of the past, her eyes were piercing, staring at Royer was uncomfortable, and her hand even held the handle of the knife unnaturally.

"I gotta go."

Royer's thoughts stagnated, a huge unease hit like a tide, and his hands began to tremble.

"Why... we resisted the infestation together, we just beat them back, and now is the time to bring hope to this land."

Royer stepped forward quickly, "You and I are descendants of the Six Pillars. We should know that Solon should belong to us, and we have the responsibility to correct this wrong history!"

"August caused an avalanche, causing the 600 people at the foot of the mountain to lose their newly rebuilt homes, and the efforts of spring ploughing were in vain. The huge food storage in their cellars became military supplies, and everyone had to join your camp... He's really good and smart, isn't he?"

Shaleem bit the word "isn't it?" very hard. Except for being confused and dazed, she never seemed to have any other expressions on her pretty face, which was as cold as frost.

Roye hesitated, and after a while, he explained: "I scolded him, and even gave him whipping as punishment for his unauthorized actions."

Shaleem's eyes were filled with naked loss and disappointment. She let out a "ha" and laughed at herself, her sadness beyond words.

Like Royer, she also had words in her mouth, stared straight at Royer, tried to speak several times, but didn't say it, until the sudden drowsiness made her eyes dark, she struggled to recover and twisted. He frowned and said, "You almost never lie to me, but this time, you lied to me."

"I did punish him." Royer hurriedly emphasized.

"If it was you before, you would kill him!"

Royer was startled.

"You've changed, Royer." Sharem stared into Royer's eyes, and his eyes penetrated into his heart a little bit, "But you haven't realized it yet... But I can feel it, don't forget, all along, I follow behind you."

Royer fell silent.

Sharem took out the hairpin and started to straighten her long hair, which was disturbed by the cold wind in early spring: "Do you remember the scene when we first met?"

"My parents walked out of the bedroom with me sleeping, pinched my face hard, and when I opened my eyes, what I saw was a handsome, valiant, but somewhat mature-looking you, you were holding a knife at that time, I was curious I wanted to touch the ground, but you lifted it up and avoided it."

Shaleem smiled: "I thought I was about to cry when I was hated, and you handed the knife to me in a hurry, let me play with it, even if I messed up the carvings on it, I gritted my teeth and didn't make a sound. ."

"You didn't know that I might fall into a deep sleep at any time, so you didn't know how to help me when you saw me falling straight down. You just yelled anxiously, and you were relieved until the elders arrived."

"From that day on, every time I go out, I will give you my hand and let you lead the way for me."

"Sharem...I...we've known each other for ten years. Since the age of ten, we have killed monsters together. Since we registered as adventurers at the age of twelve, we have traveled to many corners of this continent and experienced dangers that ordinary people can't imagine. ...we are very close and we work together tacitly..."

Sharem interrupted: "We have the same heart, right? But, recently, I have been unable to see your heart."

"When I put my hand in yours, what I felt was the fiery flame, the flashing electric light, the roaring tide, and the Royer who always accompanied me like a spring breeze was gone."

"What are you talking about, I'm still me." Royer took another step forward, but this time, Shalem chose to step back.

"In your heart, something else lives in, I can't describe it, but... I can feel it."

After staring at each other for a long time, Sharem threw the extra hairpin in his hand towards Royer.

"Originally, I thought that you would understand why I went forward with you, why I entrusted the way forward to you, and why I would risk crossing the immersion to join you and fight side by side with you..."

"You like me, and I like you, isn't that enough?" Royer asked. "I want to change this country. If there is no power, all this is nonsense!"

Hearing this sentence, Shalem smiled, and she murmured, "You really didn't realize that you've changed..."

Without answering, she slowly turned her back and yawned.

"Goodbye Royer, I will find my own journey, maybe... not to meet again."

Watching Sharem's figure gradually disappearing on the snowy field, Royer's hand holding the handle of the knife became stronger and stronger. Suddenly, he suddenly drew the knife, and the sharp knife gas cut off the rows of trees in the middle, and the sky was full of snow and fog. In the middle, Royer, who took a deep breath, looked hideous.

"Where have I changed? I just want to change... If you want to change, you need strength, means, and talent!"

"I'm not wrong... I didn't hurt those people, I just let them gather under my command, they had no way to go, and I chose a more correct path... Their eyes have never been sharp, at least the knowledge I have And vision can save them from more misfortunes."

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Through the messenger network of the teaching country, Lu Yu learned first-hand news of the Solon civil war.

In the fierce battle between Divick and Zenir's legion, the black owl, as Serra had guessed, chose to sit on the sidelines and no longer interfered in this "family affair" after experiencing the initial "inertia".

But what Lu Yu didn't expect was that Di Vic didn't have as many betrayals as he imagined. On the contrary, after the civil war began, he stabilized his good son and made great progress. If Zenier did not adjust in time, he would probably lose one after another city-state.

Serra commented that "the background of the four major countries is still there, although Divick is not good, but the vested interest groups still have some ability to understand."

Tania, on the other hand, remained on her feet as always. Having subdued a group of black owls, she managed the spring ploughing matters with peace of mind. She even went to the field to farm with the farmers again in person. It is said that her planting level is very good, and even the old farmers are full of praise. .

At the same time, she also donated a large number of the land of the fugitive nobles to ordinary people, and even released a large number of people's slave status in the sparsely populated marginal city-states, making them legal citizens of the Shade Territory.

In the past, when talking about Tania, Lu Yu and Sera would still go around Lulu, but now there is no need to shy away. When Lulu heard this information, she just smiled, and then praised: "Even when she is acting, she always I like to play the full set, but I don't know how long I can last."

And because it became a no-man's land in the north, the messenger of the church failed to get useful information. Only then did someone throw the head of the slain messenger into the mansion of a grand duke in a front-line war zone.

Hearing this, Lu Yu tapped the handrail with his fingers, his expression solemn.

"It's not like what Royer would do... It's understandable to kill the messenger who inquired about the news in wartime. This kind of behavior to stimulate Solon seems a bit reckless." Sera frowned, not understanding why Royer was so extreme "To deal with Zenier, this is a civil war, but to deal with Royer... I hope the black owl is still watching."

What exactly happened to this gentle young man in the north... Why does he seem to have bred a hostile aura?

"Aren't you telling him?" Sierra asked curiously.

Lu Yu sighed: "I gave him advice, if he really wants to do something, he should hibernate first, don't let himself become the nail in the eyes of all the forces, and give priority to winning over the school and getting their part. Support... Or, take the mass line, do better than Tanya, and play emotional cards with the miserable northern border, get a buffer time, and wait and see the war situation."

Lu Yu rubbed his forehead: "I don't know, and I don't want to get involved in the civil war. These suggestions are already the best strategies that can be given out of friends. I even explained to him in detail how to develop the mass line... But he felt that this was the best strategy. too slow."

Lu Yu recalled all the things that happened after the two met ~www.novelbuddy.com~ looking melancholy at the spring that gradually filled the window. Those new greens that were full of vitality were repairing the damage caused by impregnation. They seemed so tenacious and stubborn.

"People can change... I don't know what he witnessed in the north, and I don't know why his words are always full of urgency, as if he thinks that changing these outdated things can be accomplished overnight... As a Friend, I have done everything I can... what else can I do?"

Lu Yu, Lulu and Sera looked at each other and said, "He thinks that my morning light collar was only built for a peaceful corner, and the suggestions provided are not for reference."

Lu Yu smiled bitterly: "I can't do anything, Chenxi Land is one of our few pure places, all planning and prospecting start from here, if you keep your mouth shut and keep silent, you can make everyone forget this place... Then just do it. "

At the moment when the magic tide arrives, those who are silent who are not watched and cannot speak can hope to make their own voices again. Even if these voices are insignificant, the hoarse cry will eventually cause a ripple.

The magic tide is the dawn that belongs to the silent, which is what Lu Yu firmly believes.

But maybe, not everyone thinks so.

Everyone has chosen the path they will take in the next era, and has taken a step forward unswervingly.