As the blue water curtain gradually faded and disappeared, the enchanting scene within the stone chamber finally came to an end.
Elena had somehow donned her body armor, a tight-fitting leather suit that revealed the alluring figure of the female mercenary. Sun Fei had never imagined a woman's body could be so captivating—a beauty that, once you looked at her, you couldn't look away. Legend had it that the previous [ Flower of the Rogue ] Andariel's smile could distract even the most devout priest during prayer. Sun Fei believed Elena's allure at this moment was no less than Andariel's.
With a gentle wave of her slender hand, the armor and bow and arrows placed on the stone table in the distance seemed to come alive and flew onto Elena's body.
The woman who was as gentle as water just a moment ago instantly transformed back into her usual valiant and invincible Valkyrie form. Having successfully combined the powers of the other six NPC mercenaries, Elena now possessed terrifying strength. She could freely switch between the four elemental magic swords of electricity, fire, ice, and poison at will. Not only did her attack methods become more diverse, but the strength of each magic type also increased exponentially. At this moment, her strength had probably more than doubled, and she possessed at least the combat power of Four-Star Class Intermediate Stage, which was already slightly higher than Sun Fei's normal combat power.
Elena, now fully armored, appeared calm, her gaze towards Sun Fei seemingly unchanged.
But only she knew how happy she was at that moment. She had always felt that she was just a small, lowly Rogue, destined to die in the hopeless battle, just like the tragic fate of her many sisters, under the claws of monsters and demons. That kind of life numbed her. If it weren't for the belief in protecting the camp that sustained her, she might have gone mad from the boundless darkness and oppression long ago.
Sun Fei's appearance changed her fate.
It was like a warm candle suddenly lit in the boundless darkness.
In the devastated Tristram, when Sun Fei shielded himself from a hail of arrows from the Skeleton Archer; in the monastery's basement, when Sun Fei used his broad chest to block the onrushing skeletons and Fallen ' swords; in the distant oasis's Death Temple, when Sun Fei drew all the Dung Soldier, zombies, and Hollow One to his side... Elena, unaware of when, had secretly fallen in love with this young warrior before her. That love, growing deep within her heart, was like an incurable virus, spreading wildly through the Valkyrie's soul, tormenting her to the point of near madness.
However, despite her outwardly strong and invincible appearance, Elena's heart was as fragile as a piece of willow catkin drifting in disarray.
Her heart was completely devoted to Sun Fei, and she forgot about herself.
Especially after learning that Sun Fei's identity in the ' World of Light ' was that of a noble King, the distance between Elena became even more pronounced. The presence of the beautiful Angela, as lovely as a chrysanthemum, opened an abyss in her heart... Originally, she thought that the curse of fate of the [ Flower of the Rogue ] had once again come true for her, but what just happened instantly sent her heart, which was constantly falling into the bottomless abyss of dark despair, soaring straight to Paradise.
At that moment, that single, crystal-clear tear was not from sadness, but from overwhelming joy.
Elena finally let herself go, wrapping her arms tightly around Sun Fei —the wildest and boldest move she had ever made in her life. Even when facing Andariel, the female demon of the Diablo World, Elena had never been this nervous.
A fleeting dream of spring night leaves no trace.
However, Elena felt that she was already very satisfied.
Because she got what she had always dreamed of—not just the fleeting pleasure, but the feeling that Sun Fei cared for her too. Just like Andariel, who was willing to fall into demonhood and ruin her most cherished beauty by practicing poison arts for Diablo, it seems that every woman called a " Flower of the Rogue " hides a brave heart driven mad by love beneath their icy exterior, like a moth drawn to a flame, giving everything they have without reservation, even if the end is destruction.
" King Alexander!"
Elena knelt on one knee, her head bowed, her fiery red hair cascading down and floating softly in the air.
Sun Fei instantly understood Elena's meaning.
He gently pulled Elena to her feet, holding the somewhat bewildered Valkyrie tightly in his arms. "In the name of the King of Chambord City and the High Leader of the Rogue Encampment, Elena, I hereby strip you of your right to kneel. From this day forward, you are only permitted to stand firmly by my side, understand?"
Hearing Sun Fei's domineering and almost overbearing words, Elena was slightly taken aback, then her bright eyes lit up with unbelievable joy. She understood, of course she understood the meaning behind Sun Fei's words; it was the happiness that she had longed for but could never have before.
A smile illuminated the stone chamber, making it as radiant as springtime.
Every woman has a side that is unknown to others.
Who could imagine that Elena, the Valkyrie who fought so fiercely at the summit of East Mountain, would lose her indomitable spirit in the face of love, becoming instead hesitant and timid like a little girl?
Sun Fei could understand Elena's feelings.
He felt like a steaming pile of excrement waiting to dry, when suddenly a dazzling flower, so beautiful it eclipsed the world, quietly adorned him.
"Listen up, you lowly people of Chambord City! Immediately lower the drawbridge, hand over the detained Prince, and make your stupid King Alexander kneel down and apologize, or Chambord City will be spared from being razed to the ground!"
Across the stone bridge, a man and a horse stood proudly against the wind, their eyes filled with disdain, as they shouted loudly.
"How dare you! Who are you to show such disrespect to King Alexander?"
Silver Saint Michael Ballack leaped onto the steel wheel of the drawbridge, angrily retorting. Behind him, the soldiers of Chambord City all wore expressions of rage, their swords flashing as they drew their blades, and archers drew their longbows to full Full Moon, awaiting their captain's command to send arrows whistling through the throats of the knights opposite them.
"Bah, you ignorant wretch, how dare you ask my name? Quickly summon Alexander to kneel down and apologize!"
As the knight in his brightly armored robes spoke, he waved his hand and silently chanted an obscure incantation that drifted in the wind. Visible to the naked eye, countless dense, transparent wind blades appeared in front of him. With another wave of his hand, a sharp whooshing sound pierced the air as the wind blades shot towards Ballack and the others.
"He's a magician! He's a magician!"
A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd. Despite having endured a fierce and arduous battle against the Black Armor Army, and being seasoned warriors who had seen blood, the mystique of Chambord City still easily intimidated them, especially since this enemy was clearly a high-level mage.
"Don't panic, retreat! Form a battle formation!!"
Michael Ballack, Drogba, Pierce, Ivanović, and Essien reacted quickly, snatching two-meter-high iron shields from the soldiers around them and forming an impenetrable steel wall. These shields were spoils of war captured in the previous battle against the Black Armor Army; each one weighed a thousand pounds, and only Saint like Pierce, who had been tempered and transformed by the [ Hulk Potion ], could lift them.
Ta-da!
Countless whistling wind blades slammed into the tower shield, leaving shocking marks on the ten-centimeter-thick steel surface. The immense force of the impact caused even Drogba and the others to experience a surge of blood and numbness in their shoulders.
"Fire arrows! Fire arrows now!! Shoot him dead!"
With a loud shout from Ballack, the archers of Chambord City released their grip on the bowstrings. A series of thuds echoed as arrows rained down like hungry locusts towards the man and horse on the opposite stone bridge, casting a bloodthirsty shadow across the sky.
"Oh... you damned wretch, how dare you shoot me!"
The mage on horseback flew into a rage. With a series of magical incantations and gestures, a three- or four-meter-high invisible shield of cyan wind blades condensed in front of him. Arrows rained down, scattering across the shield and sending the mage and his horse staggering backward. After the first volley of arrows, a series of cracking sounds rang out as the transparent shield began to split open, eventually shattering like broken glass.
"Damn lowly commoners, do you know who I am? Damn it... how dare you lay a hand on a noble mage of the Zenit Empire? You're dead, you're all dead, your skulls will be made into chamber pots..."
After this volley of arrows, the mage on horseback retreated like a monster that had been poked in the backside, cursing angrily.
Despite his anger, life was more important, and he was terrified by the volley of arrows.
With a pull of the reins, and a neighing sound, the man and his horse quickly retreated, avoiding the range of the arrows.
On the south bank across the bridge, the mysterious army finally appeared before the people of Chambord City. The mottled and complex banners fluttered in the wind, indicating that this was an army united by different forces. Nine fully armed knights rode at the forefront, followed by squires who held up banners with different patterns. The soldiers behind them wore armor of different styles and colors, like nine rolling torrents, slowly approaching Chambord City.
The mage who had previously single-handedly broken through the barrier returned to this Motley Army, pointing his whip at the other side of the suspension bridge and speaking indignantly.
The bridgehead at Chambord City.
"It looks like a hastily assembled coalition of various small nations: Kingdom of Shenhua, Kingdom of Luneng, Kingdom of Chanba, Kingdom of Deke, Green Tree City, Red Water City..." Gordon Brook, the first commander of the Chambord City's Urban Management legion, scanned the flags in the distance and quickly identified the origin of this Motley Army. A murderous glint appeared on Brook's face. "I know why they're here... Heh, they really don't know what's good for them. His Majesty Alexander doesn't want to use them as a scapegoat for the time being, but who knew these fools would actually try to use force to bring back their Prince? It seems that if we don't teach them a lesson, they'll really think that Chambord City is still the fat meat that anyone can come and trample on!"
"This is an opportunity!" Right Chancellor Best also showed an excited smile, "It's perfect for training troops and preparing for the upcoming military exercises."
The two military and political leaders of Chambord City have become incredibly belligerent, setting the tone for this imminent war.
There was a power outage this morning because some smart meters were being installed in the community. I'm a little late this morning, please forgive me.