Chapter 5: The Nest of the Wind King

This is the battlefield of the wind

Rodrit opened his eyes, his eyes crossed the blue sky like thunder and lightning through the vast sea of ​​clouds.

"There are so many people calling me!"

He smiled, leaned on the sword with his hands, and stood on the grassland of clouds. Behind him was the Lords of Feng who gradually had his own appearance because they followed him and imitated him.

They were different from the howling wind balls opposite, although their faces were still blurry, but they were still wearing mighty armor and holding up the battle flag, standing behind Rodrit.

In just a short time, the extremely boring wind elves and restless wind elements fell in love with a game called war.

In the endless roaring wind, the ever-old and immortal wind group finally found the fun that made me intoxicated.

They were thrown into Rhodes's banner, first for entertainment, then for tyranny and finally for his sincere conquest.

Unity under that banner is not for justice, because there is no evil here, not for territory, because it is called infinite.

In the Holy Green Wind, the name of the knight resounds throughout the world.

He stepped forward proudly, and in the world without distinction between ups and downs and lefts, the knight drove in awe.

"Salticus!!Salticus!!"

A shout came from the wind, and I stepped on the ground with my feet. It was clearly a wall of clouds, but it made a thunderous sound. The sound came from the end of the clouds, and waves surged towards this side like clouds, making people excited as if the mountains were roaring.

This is probably what I hope for?

At least, is it one of hope?

Rodrit's eyes swept through the vast army, and his strong body contained the power of thunder.

That endless army of fantasy is something he has always longed for and once envied.

Like the awesome and brotherly military force of the Conqueror King, it is trustworthy and entrusted with his life, it is enough to gallop across the clouds and mountains, and exhaust the great army that falls in the blue and yellow springs.

Now, there are at least tens of millions of troops in front of me, right?

This is an unprecedented epic battlefield. The wind elves participating in the battle stepped into the world with dozens of meters or even hundreds of meters of bodies, crushing each other with thunder and lightning and the huge force of destroying cities and villages, turning into debris of clouds and snow from time to time, collapsing among the clouds.

"Salticus!!Salticus!!"

The shouts never ceased and were full of charm.

Those who are blessed by the wind will eventually come to the wind and bring them a different color.

The elves who traveled between the two worlds sang happily and sowed happiness in the world of giants.

"Happy?"

Ruthia sat on Rhode's shoulder with a clever smile, shaking her feet.

She knew that Rhodes longed for such a life.

The glorious and upright ones, the winners and the winners were crowned with the tip of the gun, and they fought each other without any regrets or cruelty, just to turn the magnificence in their chests into rainbow light.

"Yes"

The Knight's answer was not hesitant at all, and he raised his gun. Then, the next moment, the sound of tsunami was silent, and only the echo echoed in this world, adding to the magnificence.

The knights of the wind raised their heads, they were above, below, on the left, on the right, and behind. They surrounded the figure layer by layer, proud to follow the man.

That is Feng's son and will eventually become Feng's king.

The elves have turned his epic into ballads, and the sound of the wind spreads his story all over the world.

They awaited his voice.

Not only the knights behind him, but also the wind on the other side that had not turned into a figure stopped the meaningless hustle and bustle, quieted down, and looked at the king opposite him.

Yes, that is no longer the figure of a knight.

The tall figure standing tall, at some point, was already so outstanding that it could make others entrust their dreams.

Unify the meaningless winds, draw the most proud colors with their own will, and turn the wind into thoughtful subjects.

Even if you fight for billions of years, you can't make the world dyed at all, but you're happy.

Kingly way, infection, conquer.

The king's army sang forward and marched towards a goal that would never be achieved.

It is a dragon, a light, a dream, and a soul.

The wind originally didn't know everything, but just blew freely according to the surging.

When gentle, it will turn into a warm wind blowing on the face, and when cruel, it can also achieve the power of a tornado.

Rodrit understood this and did more.

Before stepping forward, he was ahead of the wind knights who had accepted his ideas and were willing to be his partner, shouting loudly without any pretentiousness. The sound penetrated the layers of clouds and resounded through the clear sky world.

"I'm Rodrit Saltico!!!"

The knights held their heads.

"I am the King of the Wind!!!"

Looking at the king's unceremonious announcement.

"King!!! King!!! King!! King!"

The next moment, the knights sang and howled in the clouds.

"go ahead!!!"

The knight yelled with his gun, and then, the next moment, the landslide collapsed and the tsunami was tsunami.

No matter how far or right, there are knights everywhere who are named the wind and believe in pride and glory. They are never afraid of enemies, but just long to show themselves, turning the roar of the wind that never stops in their hearts into light and thunder.

Who can match such an army?

“—aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!!!!!!”

Wang charged in front and pulled out a blue track.

The next moment.

Ai Er woke up.

"--call"

Open your eyes, a heavy unwilling look flowed out.

She sat up and pulled it back and slid it down a little to reveal her pajamas with white shoulders. There was nothing she could do about it, because she really couldn't find a suitable pajamas and didn't want to wear it like a child, so she had to face such a dilemma.

In Ai Er's heart, the complaints became increasingly intense.

“I’m really happy to have fun”

Being tied by something called history, even if it is two people, they are still at the ends of the light and darkness. The girl and the boy are separated by a mirror, unable to touch each other but can see each other.

In the dream, the girl was almost desperate with the appearance of the mirror and the moon.

There is no way, because Rodrit, as the king of the wind, does not need to sleep

In the surging world of wind, even time does not exist, and in the journey that never stops, how could he know that there is a girl looking forward to his gaze here?

Just looking at it makes you feel happy, but if the desireless person doesn't even know, how can he find the eager light that is cast on his body?

I can't even be watched. I only long for the only one, but the world is so cruel.

Ail's shoulders were twitching.

There was no crying, a smile appeared on his face.

The extremely sad smile was just because she did not have the ability to cry and could not shed tears.

I was so painful that I wanted to tear my body apart, but the blood flowed out and flowed to the ground, but it only turned into black mud.

"--Ai Er, you are a weak man."

Yes, girls are not strong.

There are too many things that cannot be done, or there is nothing that I want to do.

What a misfortune.

Getting out of bed, putting on slippers, slowly walked to the window, opened the curtains, and looked out through the crystal glass window, Ai Er slowly thought of something.

Princess White, Elquid, has been killed once

She wants to do something.

Now, if you are killed again, although you won't die completely, it will be awful.

Do some revenge.

That guy Rhode will be in pain, it's uncomfortable, know how much he has done

Do something he will never forgive.

Then, I will look at me, just look at me, chase my figure forever
To be continued...