Clanthia, Brown Flute County.
At this moment, Loran Hill was riding on a tall black horse and advancing with the army.
Under the sunny sky, there is a yellow-green wilderness. Sparse green grass grows on the dry soil. The roots of these plants grow almost close to the ground, and the leaves are also very narrow, as if they were specially grown to adapt to the local dry and hot environment.
As the army advanced southward, it began to reclaim previously lost territory, and the attacking Falcon troops retreated early. It was already the end of April, and the weather was gradually warming, even a little hot.
There was a smell of dry grass seeds in the air, which mixed with the blowing south wind made people's noses slightly itchy.
Loran Hill wore a black robe, with only a few strands of silver hair draped across her chest, fluttering slightly in the wind. She raised her fair palm to her forehead, gazing at the winged tribe standing by the road in the distance.
These people, both men and women, stood under the scorching sun, looking at the marching group, as if searching for a certain figure. And just as Loran Hill was looking at them, one of the girls pointed over.
"That big sister~" Her voice was childish yet full of joy. It was hard to imagine why such a young child would appear here.
After hearing the shout, the group of Winged People turned their heads. When they saw the silver hair sticking out from between the hoods, surprise flashed in their eyes. Then they took a few steps forward and knelt on one knee again.
A knight in porcelain-white heavy armor rode over on horseback. He was a member of the Knights of the Iron Sun.
"Your Highness, Loran Hill, they wish to see you." Although they hadn't communicated for thousands of years, the Rabbit-Eared and Winged Tribes were both offshoots of the Beast Tribe, and their languages were largely intelligible, so they could understand their words. It was nothing more than worship, prayer, and submission.
They had encountered such scenes many times during their march, and the knights around the silver-haired girl were no longer surprised.
"Let's find a quiet and open place. It seems that they have come from a hometown far away. I also have some questions to ask them." Loran Hill nodded. Compared with the past, the military life during this period has improved her shy personality a lot.
More than ten minutes later, they arrived at the foot of a hill not far from the marching road.
Under a big tree with lush branches and leaves, Loran Hill took off his hood and stood there, and in front of him were about 30 Winged People.
"Are you here to see me?" There was curiosity in the transparent light blue eyes.
"Yes, the supreme Archangel of Wind, Lord of the great sky." The Winged Tribe knelt on their knees and chanted prayers.
Loran Hill tilted his head slightly in confusion. This name was getting longer and longer, and more and more outrageous.
"No need to do that, you guys stand up first." She said this in a soft and pleasant voice.
"Your Highness Sheloran Hill." Everyone then slowly stood up.
"Why did you come all the way from your hometown just to see me?" Loran Hill didn't think he had such great charm.
"Because I heard the call coming from the wind." said a girl with admiration in her eyes.
"Because I witnessed the miracle that descended from the sky." This was a soldier who experienced that battle.
"Because I want to see the existence of such a legend."
Everyone was talking about their own ideas at once, and finally a white-bearded old man slowly walked out from the crowd, and the crowd gradually stopped talking. It can be seen that this old man has a high status in the crowd.
"Let me tell the story, Your Highness Loranhill." The old man leaned on his crutches and tried to stand up straight.
"Perhaps people know from some ancient texts that our orc tribe once received part of the legacy of the Giant King's Court, which also included some records of past history." His voice was old and rhythmic.
Then the old man began to slowly tell the history that was buried in the years.
"At that time, the sun in the sky was magnificent and eternal, and the silver moon in the darkness was bright and cold."
"The people who follow the sun and the people who follow the moon have been enemies for generations. They fight in every corner of the world, chasing sunset and dawn, soaring in the sky and swimming in the sea."
"The Giant King's Court is the people who chase the sun, while the dragons embrace the moon."
"Although the giants have been destroyed, their legends about the sun have been passed down and passed down orally among the shamans."
"The sun slowly rises above the throne where four holy pillars stand." When the old man said this, Loran Hill inevitably thought of the Throne of God plan in the Twilight Age.
"And the four holy pillars also rose into the sky with the sun, and in the sun's light, they transformed into four beings with wings on their backs."
"They hold up the sun and are also its spokespersons and messengers..."
"And the name of the archangel of sky and wind is pronounced very similar to yours. Therefore, in that miracle, everyone regarded you as his incarnation on earth." As a Winged Clan that has not suffered a great disaster, its internal history is much more complete than that of the Gufia Grassland.
Is that so? Loranhill thought to himself. According to the plan of the Throne of God, as one of the four originals, he is indeed the closest existence to the Crown of the Sun and is very likely to be given power.
Unfortunately, this was all a distant memory. After waking up, she had no strength at all. Not even Sequence 10, let alone Sequence 1. Such glory didn't bring true strength. If she faced a Sequence 8 now, she probably wouldn't be able to defeat him.
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