Fei Helang is currently 256 years old, which is quite old even for a Sequence 9. Although his strength has declined compared to his youth, his wisdom and experience have been preserved.
After meeting the envoys from Clancy, he quickly understood their intentions. With his country about to be plunged into war, if he were the leader, he would also be doing everything he could to find a stronger fighting force.
In fact, Fei Helang is not opposed to this.
"We have brought with us documents written by the Star Leader and the Sage, and we hope you will review them."
After saying this, the bespectacled scholar took out a neatly packed letter from his leather bag and handed it over.
The girl standing next to Feihelang took a small step forward, took it, opened the envelope, and handed the letter inside to the old man beside him.
Fei Helang opened the paper and read it slowly, while the others sat in the room, waiting quietly.
"I have a general understanding of the Sage's proposal, but my body is no longer as strong as it once was. I may not be able to completely withstand the Frost Alliance's Sequence 9 Transcendental Forces. The best I can do is delay them."
"Even so, your presence is a great help to this struggle." The scholar felt delighted. He had prepared many speeches, but he didn't expect that this trip would go so smoothly.
Seeing the joy on the young man's face, Feheran stroked his beard and smiled slightly. "Actually, I've wanted to meet the Sage for a long time. In the early days of the Clansian uprising, I inquired about relevant news and even went to the Tixilan Mountains, but unfortunately I couldn't find him."
"Then I went out to sea again in the south. I only heard about it when I came back this year. I missed the Sage's appearance in Solander last year."
"I have many questions for Sage Loranhill. I wonder if the Sage is in Solander now."
"If it was last month, the sage was still traveling abroad. Now that he has returned home, if you want to meet, you can go directly to the capital."
"Then I'd like to trouble you two to introduce us. It's getting late, and I know the situation is urgent, so speed is of the essence. Serin, Glica, pack up, and we'll set off this afternoon."
"So fast, Grandpa Feihlang?" Glica was a little surprised.
"I can finally go out and show my skills." Another young man was extremely excited.
“Well, today is the day.”
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Clancy, Solander.
Roland Hill, dressed in a formal silver-blue gradient star-lit dress, was standing in the palace hall, performing a blessing ceremony for the hundreds of departing officers. Although this ceremony might not be truly effective, it at least made these people feel at ease and at peace.
In the magnificent and tall hall, a girl stood in the center of the circular altar, holding a starlight scepter. Her beautiful and charming figure appeared slender and tiny under the huge stone wall behind her.
Two rows of silver-armored guards stood against the walls on either side of the hall. Wielding halberds and clad in blue cloaks with gold stars, they looked majestic. In the center of the venue stood generals and legion commanders, each wearing a different kind of armor. They had been summoned to the capital, had received their respective orders, and before departing, had gathered here to receive Roland Hill's prayer and farewell ceremony.
As a symbol of the country, although Loran Hill does not give direct orders, she still expresses her prayers and blessings to these warriors in this way.
"The bright star and the wind of light will accompany you on your journey."
Her cherry-colored lips sang softly, and a faint starlight shone down as she waved her scepter, settling the people's previously turbulent emotions. That voice seemed to possess a magical power, drawing everyone to listen willingly.
"Clancia's will!"
"Onward, until the end of the world!"
As Loranhill finished his hymn, everyone responded in unison, their voices like thunder, echoing in the hall. Then they stood up from their kneeling position, saluted the wise man, and left the hall one after another.
Loran Hill stood there, watching the group of soldiers leaving, and suddenly remembered a sentence he had seen before.
"After so many years, we are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, and by life and death."
War is the fact of countless lives piled up. No one can prevent the arrival of death, and the process is the heroic cry of life before death.
I wonder how many people can come back alive.
While Loran Hill was concentrating on her thoughts, another group of officers walked into the hall. She put her thoughts aside for the moment and offered the same prayer and blessing for these people.
Outside the royal capital of Solander, there was a neatly arranged camp of gray tents. After being reorganized, the legion phalanxes set out to support New Wilga.
The long spears on the shoulders pointed to the sky, densely packed like a forest covering the sky.
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After the first batch of 300,000 troops set off, Loran Hill also returned to the Hongzhen Palace to rest temporarily.
She had originally wanted to accompany the army to New Vilga, as she knew many close friends in Hopeland, but Pullman and the others strongly dissuaded her. This silver-haired girl was the very symbol of the nation, and if she took the risk and personally visited the border, the consequences would be disastrous.
Although she still has Trinasha's hairpin, she only has one use left. It's okay against a Sequence 8 opponent, but if a Sequence 9 suddenly attacks, Loran Hill may not be able to withstand it.
After the blessing ceremony exhausted her energy, she returned to Qianlan's house tiredly, lay down on the soft bed and fell into a deep sleep, having a long dream.
In her dream, she was still quietly staying in the underground laboratory, unconsciously watching the experimenters coming and going, until one day, the ceiling suddenly collapsed, and the warships in the sky appeared in her sight, followed by a long wait and darkness.
As one of the four elements and the representative of water, Sifnaileen likes to create whirlpools in the glass column, making the water flow produce soothing, singing sounds.
Kloyati was very lively, as if she couldn't stay still for a moment. She was the most active of the four. Sometimes she would even knock the glass pillars over and make them move towards her, as if she would be very happy if they were closer to her.
On the other hand, Brainard is a quiet presence who rarely shows emotions, but sometimes her natural sadness can be felt.
As for myself, I am like fog, appearing and disappearing from time to time. Sometimes I hide and look around curiously.
It was a wonderful feeling to be in that state of pure soul without a physical body. At that time, she had no memory of her past life, every day was a new day, and she had almost no ability to think, and just acted according to her instincts.
So, she lay on her side on the white pillow, her silver hair scattered on her neck and pillow, her face in the moonlight, sometimes frowning, sometimes relaxed, until late at night, her breathing gradually slowed down, and her expression gradually returned to calm.
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