Dirty dust.

Desolate high rocky mountain standing on the ground.

They are like towering mushrooms growing up from the ground, with the unique iron red color of the Western Wilderness.

The dry bones accumulate around him, and there is no life.

A group of armored soldiers fell into the soil, covered in scars and dying.

What is even more desperate is the sound of flapping wings coming from above.

Puff.

Puff.

The group of wind-winged men with huge wings that were filled with awe are circling above their heads like goshawks.

It is possible to fly down from the air at any time and take their lives with the long fork in your hands.

"General." A soldier said weakly, his pupils gradually dissipated.

"Don't give up, at least, we still have hope."

The general in armor held the flagpole with both hands and encouraged him to support his body from the ground.

However, he lost his energy and fell down again.

Her hands held the flag that had been inserted into the soil in a diagonal manner and licked her dry lips.

Her consciousness began to blur.

Just instinctively holding the flagpole.

A broken flag above is fluttering in the wind and making noises.

Above the flag, there are stars and moon patterns.

Samsung January, the symbol of Itnair.

Even though she has the kindness to comfort others, she knows deep down her heart—

They can't hold on for long, maybe two days.

Maybe tonight.

After cutting off the road to return and no food and water sources, they had to wait for death.

The vultures hovering over the sky have not yet attacked them, because it is entirely because of that person...

The young grandfather who always had a smile on his face bought time for them.

But it is also possible that she has died in the camp of the Wind Wing Man.

By then, their deaths will only be a matter of time.

It was at this moment that the light on the top of the head suddenly darkened.

The general raised his head indifferently.

Under the huge dark red sun wheel, a black shadow with wings appeared.

The black shadow circled down.

Until she saw the monster clearly—

Monster with eagle head and sphinx.

The mount of the wind-winged man.

With a bang, a person jumped off from above.

The general looked at the other party and opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Go home. Shalom."

The other party showed a charming smile and stretched out a right hand to her.

...

Memory flashback.

The night is getting brighter.

The clouds gather and the rain stops.

Shalom stared at His Majesty the King in front of him, and the young and old ones overlapped with each other.

"What do you think, Shalom?"

Olivia sat on the steps and reached out to her.

The rain flowed along her palms.

Shalom stared at the hand in front of him in a daze.

There is still a deep scar on the end of the thumb.

The sleeves folded back to reveal the wrist with fine lines.

It was right in front of itself, just like it was in the Western Wilderness a long time ago.

It is like the most important light in your life, illuminating the whole world.

Just like at this moment-

The darkness gradually faded away, and a light of dawn illuminated the sky.

The huge rose ruby ​​ring on the king's index finger was shining.

Shalom smiled bitterly.

Ten minutes agreed to pass by too long before I knew it.

Her eyes fell on Jima next to her.

Her eldest son, the future Grand Duke of Xiyan, and the current vanguard of the King Guard, are exactly the same as when she was young.

"So you've chosen it long ago."

This time, Shalom used the affirmative sentence.

"Yes." Jima bit her lower lip and stubbornly looked at her.

"Very good. I'm proud of you." Shalom said lightly.

The bright red sunlight poured down and fell on her body, smudged her hair and half of her body into a dim look.

At this moment, she suddenly felt a little relaxed and relieved.

"I am old. I shouldn't stop it, nor can I stop the pace of new things."

She suddenly remembered what Robin said about the wheel of history in the conference room before, and couldn't help laughing.

"Everyone that resists future development will surely be crushed by the wheels of history."

"No, Shalom, you can take this carriage with me, with us and the whole kingdom. You have the power, the means, you are kind and wise, and your people love you. I need you, and the kingdom needs you."

Olivia said.

"It's enough to have Jima." Shalom laughed.

I smiled so easily and naturally, as if I had removed all the constraints on my body.

"When I am old, the old things behind should be replaced by new and vibrant forces."

She reached out and patted Jima on the shoulder.

"Do whatever you want and follow your heart."

"Don't be as timid as me."

"Mother..." Jima's eyes were a little wet.

"From today, you will be the master of Xiyan Corps."

Shalom took a step back and said firmly.

Behind her, the soldiers and the elites who assassinated the king did not speak, as if they had been petrified.

"Shalom, don't..."

When Olivia saw the determination on her face, she suddenly felt something.

She stood up from the stone steps, her face moved.

"As an Ithneir, I support your decision, Your Majesty." Shalom said lightly.

"As the Grand Duke of Iron Leader on the Eve, I am willing to sacrifice the interests of my family to fulfill you and the future of the kingdom. I am really willing, Your Majesty."

"Shalom!" Olivia interrupted her righteously and reached out to her, "Don't do stupid things!"

Shalom's body took a step back and avoided Olivia's palm.

"As Shalom, this unique individual, I have one more thing to accomplish."
To be continued...