Arad's crooked savior

The ice turned into a sharp cone, and the ice blade looked like an iron knife. The resentful soul awakened from the ice coffin, unconsciously wanting to annihilate the intruders, and frantically swaying frost magic.

Little ripples rippled on the surface of the solid mental energy shield. Mo Mei defended it very easily. Even if the opponent attacked at will for a whole day, it would not be broken at all.

She understood the secret of "Nian Qi". If someone could not quickly break through the mental Qi shield with absolute strength, then it would be like lifting a bucket of water in the sea, and the losses would be made up for immediately.

The frost turned a hundred meters in radius into a world of ice and snow. Every snowflake was like a steel needle, and it kept going for several minutes, but Xiuli's body became more and more unreal.

Ye Lin shook his head speechlessly, "Don't drain yourself to death..."

A complicated blue crystal magic circle appeared on his fingertips. It was only the size of a palm, but it instantly moved in front of Xiuli and submerged into the other person's forehead.

This is Saya's frost, which can replenish the opponent's physical strength. Because this commission is related to the "truth" of that war, he can freely draw on the power of the fourth ghost and god from the underworld.

The familiar breath and the addition of frost gradually calmed down the crazy Xiuli. After floating in the air for a moment, she suddenly knelt down and covered her face and cried, "Your Highness, why are you doing this?"

The cries were pitiful and sad, echoing in the underground space for a long time, echoing the already pervasive low mood, making the weak He-Man burst into tears and wiped them with the back of his hand, while Siatt and the others also sighed silently.

Colin, the pet in the hat, also made a cooing sound.

The surrounding ruins and ruins, as well as the frost that has not melted for thousands of years, all silently told the incomparable rage, despair, and sadness of the princess at that time.

It was freezing cold, and they were reluctant to come before, but now they were infected by the strong atmosphere, and they were extremely eager to bring that story to an end, even if it ended in hell!

After about ten minutes of touching, Xiuli's mood slowly calmed down. She scanned the crowd and finally stopped on Ye Lin, because he had a trace of Saya's aura. She asked hesitantly: "Have you met Her Royal Highness?" ?Where is she?"

Saya's desperate curse has enveloped the entire royal capital. As a maid, Xiuli doesn't know how long time is now.

But judging from the ruins around here, it is estimated that there should be more than ten years. If you are bold, it may be a hundred years.

After thinking of this, her cold eyes projected a strong pleasure!

The prince who betrayed Her Royal Highness faced the destruction of a country's royal capital. It was a ridiculous and painful punishment.

"The princess Saya of the Near Kingdom, she is..." Ye Lin stepped lightly on the soles of his feet.

"underground?"

Xiuli was startled, then reached out her hand to dig out the cold soil.

"No, it's the underworld."

After a brief silence, Xiuli's finally stable state began to go crazy again, showing signs of turning from a sleeping soul into a vicious thing.

"Why! Why is it that Jon's betrayal will plunge the princess into hell, but he is still living here? It's not fair!"

The voice was full of hysterical madness, the ice cracked, and the rocks trembled and rumbled. She couldn't understand that the betrayer was still in this world, and in the cursed palace, Her Royal Highness fell into hell.

"Calm down, Saya volunteered. We are here to resolve this feud!" Yelin had no choice but to summon Saya's projection, but it was not the complete body that appeared through the crack that day, but the half-body summoned by the normal ghost cry. Tao phantom.

"Your Royal Highness!"

Xiuli recognized Saya's projection at a glance. She had a sad face and a voice like a dead cuckoo. She knelt down and sobbed.

Mo Mei and the others, who stood quietly aside, opened their mouths several times, not knowing how to comfort Xiuli.

After a long while, Xiuli raised her head and asked lowly: "How many years have passed?"

"More than a thousand...the details are unknown, because we don't know when Sky City disappeared." Ye Lin was a little helpless.

Arad took the time when the Sky City disappeared as the first year, which was year 0, but the previous calendar records were very vague and incomplete.

More than a thousand years is just a conservative estimate. It may even be possible like the history of Xuzu, two thousand years.

"More than a thousand..." Xiuli muttered, dumbfounded as if she had been hit hard.

Based on her thoughts and memories, in that desperate battle, Saya wore a mysterious frost armor and was ruthless. She fought her way into the palace and kept the army outside the palace, facing it alone.

After that, a blizzard fell from the sky, and the curse spread, dragging the entire capital under the earth. Death filled the air, and a handful of people turned into ghosts and wandered around, sleeping.

I never thought that in the blink of an eye, thousands of years would pass by, everything would change, everything would be gone, everything would be... dead.

The curator suppressed the sadness in his heart and whispered: "Xuli, we really want to know the truth about Saya and Jon's story."

The version currently circulating in the Arad continent is basically that Saya was furious, killed Jon and then committed suicide. However, the whole process has been speculated about in different ways.

Parents' obstruction, Jon's change of heart, Saya being a fake princess, etc. gradually converge into a drama of palace battles, and of course they all end in tragedy.

"I think about it. I remember that Princess Saya was in the process of studying in another country incognito. She met Jon, the prince of Nashay, who behaved in the same way. The two fell in love and slowly got along with each other. Identity has been revealed.”

Xiuli's voice was full of nostalgia. Those days should have been the happiest and happiest time for Her Royal Highness.

There is no identity interest involved, it is purely acquaintance and interest in taste. If an uninformed person listens to this sentence, they will definitely praise it as a perfect match, a match made in heaven.

However, the Kingdom of Beir and the Kingdom of Calamity border each other, and territorial frictions and wars often occur between the two countries, sowing the seeds of tragedy.

"Her Royal Highness and Jon agreed on the next time to meet after their studies. However, not long after returning home, the war broke out, and it was more intense than ever before."

Her mood suddenly became extremely exciting. Huli was filled with anger and gritted her teeth and said: "Damn it, Her Royal Highness secretly made an appointment with Jon for a symbolic battle. They fought for a few days and then went back. But that betrayer, Jon, he sent troops He tried his best to kill the soldiers of the Kingdom behind him!"

Just like Bellemare and Van Ness in the past, there have always been frictions and conflicts in the valleys south of the border, but they were basically dominated by confrontations and small-scale wars.

Only that time, Noipela, even if he issued a prophetic warning in advance, the Senate did not take it seriously. Later, they thought it was poison poisoned by humans, and Chen Bing almost wanted to fight.

Saya and Jon met on the battlefield. In the first battle, Saya wore a visor and recognized Jon as the vanguard general of the Kingdom of Scourge, so she couldn't help herself. She shed tears every time they fought. Full face.

Later, Jon caught a glimpse of Saya's face during a battle, and realized that in this war that lasted for half a month, the sharp edge of his sword struck his lover, and he screamed in grief on the spot.

The border city of the Scourge Kingdom, the sad place of Prince Jon, is also known as the "Land of Scream" by future generations.

Saya and Jon, who recognized each other, began to send their confidants to contact each other secretly and agreed to have a symbolic fight on the battlefield, which was to fish in the water.

After all, war is not sustainable. Troops and generals must always be mobilized to rest and confront each other to replenish food and fodder.

Now that things have reached this point, there is still a huge positive turn for the better!

Saya is the only daughter of the royal family, and Jon is the first prince of the Kingdom of Calamity, and the first person to succeed him. As long as either king of the two countries dies and inherits the kingdom, the situation of years of war can be alleviated.

If they are both monarchs and can get married, the establishment of diplomatic relations between the two countries will surely be a good story that will praise Arad.

Saya is willing to wait, and so is Jon. It doesn't matter three years, five years, ten or twenty years.

But just like Huli said, accident and anger happened.

Instead, "Jon" took advantage of Saya's low fighting spirit to ambush in a battle and sent out all his troops, defeating the Bei'er Kingdom and almost destroying the city.

"Jon" returned triumphantly, but suffered heavy casualties in the nearby kingdom, and the princess suffered infamy across the country.

betray!

A beautiful agreement ushered in a ruthless betrayal.

Saya was desperate at that time...

Then things developed just like what is currently being circulated in the Arad continent. Saya became extremely angry in despair and led an army of soldiers to destroy the border, march straight in, and destroy the palace.

The cursed frost plunged the royal capital into the earth, giving birth to two ghosts and gods with hatred.

And in that era when countries were competing for hegemony and unable to unify, the disaster banks and remote areas gradually disappeared in the long river of history.

That year, who the monarchs of the two countries were and what their names were have long been forgotten, and they have no impression at all.

There is only a lamentation of resentment that is still passed down from generation to generation on this continent.