"What year is now?" The grassland elf did not have the domineering aura he had imagined. While asking people softly, he held the banshee's little hand with one hand, and could also use his free hand to pull the girl's long tongue.

Well, the ability to pull the tongue and interrupt the banshee's howl really makes the cat unable to catch up with it.

"st14..." But the question still needs to be answered, after all, this person looks like he is his own person.

"...Where is the dark age?" After interrupting Marceau's words, the grassland elves looked curious: "Aren't these undead guys from the dark age?"

"Uh... four hundred and thirty-seven years have passed since the dark age." Marceau gave this answer. The starting point of the dark age is the end of the internal test in st1220, and the end of this era is st1414. Now it has been st1851, so 437 years are only a lot more and less: "Now even the year of flowers after the dark age has ended."

"We won?" The man was stunned for a moment and asked.

Marceau nodded, and then pointed to the other side of the bloody river: "Those are the new Edens. The new empire established in the original mountain demon empire after the foreigners who defected to the dead, they invaded us and ended the year of flowers. If the astrologers have not yet thought of the new year, then I think it should be called the bloody era now."

"...It's great." The grassland elf laughed, and turned his head to look at the girl he was holding: "Did you hear it, Anna, we won...It's great..."

Pure white fire dripped in the dry eye sockets, and the red soul fire in the eyes of the girl he was facing was also rolling.

This made Marceau feel helpless, which means that he and she could no longer understand the news outside the dark age, and it means that he and she were...cannot be considered alive.

"You go, Anna and I have a long dream to do." Sure enough, the grassland elf looked at Marceau and said.

So Marceau nodded: "Well, good night."

At this moment, Marceau can only say this... For some reason, even though he didn't know the story between him and her, his nose would be sore. I think there must be a lingering story between him and her, but the ending was not good. Maybe it was shameful, maybe it was the ending of a tragedy. He and her no longer had a future, but only endless silence in the Internet.

Before exiting the cave, Marceau stopped again because the instructions of the grassland elves came from behind him.

"I have something to ask you."

"What's up."

"I have always wanted to save Anna, but I'm afraid that one day I will fail." The elder looked at Marceau and said in the most serious tone: "So, don't forget us. If we really fail, please give us a real long sleep." After that, he smiled and turned his head, kissed his companions around him: "Come on, Anna, say goodbye to the younger generations."

The soul fire in the eyes of the girl named Anna gradually faded, and her companion held her and sat on the ground.

The long sword pierced into the wound on her chest again, and he was holding the hilt tightly with both hands as before.

A holy residence included the entire cave.

"Who is he?" A grassland elves were asking about the identity of that person.

No one could answer, and Marceau could only put this curiosity in his heart, wait for the end of the battle, and then let his girls search in the pile of history's old papers.

Now, he must leave with his guests.

"How do we go?" Ms. Jiasting came to Marceau: "It's not that I'm pessimistic, nor that I look down on these foreigners. On the contrary, I am very confident in the villagers. However, there are too many New Edens and too few villagers. I don't recommend returning the same route. We go north, and there is an exit in the north of the Internet."

"So who will tell the villagers who are guarding there?" Marceau frowned.

"I'll go." Jiasting spoke.

This made Marceau brow raise, and she continued her speech, as if she wanted to dispel Marceau's concerns: "The solution I proposed will naturally be asked to implement. I am relieved by sir and her children now under your protection."

"Maybe their defense has fallen, and now it's full of new Edens." Marceau shook his head: "You're committing suicide."

"The Grey Eagle will never let down my friends' expectations, I'll leave." After saying that, Jiasting turned around and walked towards the hole when she came.

"Madam! Please don't go over, you will die!" said half of the eldest son.

"It is also a glory to be able to die with a warrior like you." Jiasting did not look back.

Marceau looked at the man walking into the cave and could only shake his head: "Let's go, don't let the sacrifice down."

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"It's the bone dragon!" The young son group members who were struggling on the ground screamed at the jumping bone dragon.

"We have too little air power, damn it!" Covering the wound on our waist, the young commander looked to the corner of the street while being dragged by his teammates. The last two squadrons' young sons were preventing the new Edens from moving towards the entrance of the net.

Several grassland elves dragged the explosive box and arranged something at the flower bed statue at the entrance. These were the only combat engineer squads of the young son regiment. The mixed-race children obtained good equipment from their 1.2-meter-two relatives. Originally, this squad was the most precious squad in the entire young son regiment, but today he made them die.

"Commander, what is this!?"

While doing rest in the crater, a priest girl knelt beside him, and the commander reported one.

"Who has plasma?!" The priest girl lowered her head and opened her first aid kit: "The bandage is gone!"

The commander stretched out and patted the back of her hand: "Don't worry about me, the bullet penetrated my liver area." After that, he reached out and took out the last two anesthesia needles from the first aid kit on his waist: "For you."

The priest girl lifted the wound on his waist as if she was crazy, confirmed the entrance of the bullet, and touched the other side of his back: "The bullet has no outlet!"

"It's the lead bullet, the poor man of New Eden!" Gripping his teeth, the commander stuffed the needle in his hand into the priest's bag: "Go and help those who need you more."

After saying that, he pushed the priest aside, and the commander struggled to climb to the south side of the crater.

Gunshots, screams, and screams seemed to be getting farther and farther away from him, climbing to the edge of the crater, the young man saw the flames in the fog, the enemy and us who were fighting, and the grassland elves and the new Eden who were holding fire to each other... Wait, where did the grassland elves come from? These little things are not from their group.

With the confusion of excessive blood loss, he heard the sound of the tracked car and the unique "bump" sound of the combat boat cannons.

Turning his head, he saw a tracked carriage that was supposed to be a cannon used by a combat boat appeared next to the crater. The grassland elves were operating this big guy who was taller than him. Under the action of recoil, he almost slid out of the rear bucket.

Then the priest girl brought two grassland elves to him.

She and they turned the young man over and took half of his hand to pull the safe grenade. The Pastor Girl was from the softball department in the academy, and this straight shot was fast and straight.

"Little brothers! Is he still saved?!" the young man heard her ask.

"The liver area is fatal, with excessive bleeding, I'm determined to die, sorry." The owner of the voice replied, with a sharp voice unique to the grassland elves.

The commander smiled, and the pain of the wound made him close his eyes.
Chapter completed!