Swear to Die with the Country

"The Anius dragon is an ancient magical beast. The highest level Anius dragon can kill an eighth-level mage with one swipe of its claws. And the Anius dragon is divided into elements. Even with elemental suppression of magic, a ninth-level archmage might not be able to defeat the highest-level Anius dragon."

Celia remembered with concern that it had always been her teacher who suppressed the Anius dragon with magic. Now that her teacher's magic had completely dissipated, he was no longer a mage. Then who could stop the Anius dragon with the horde of magical beasts?

At this moment, Mo Fan suddenly remembered that he had wanted to ask why the Light Alliance was attacking the little princess's country. At Fort Irwin, the little princess had been busy deploying soldiers. After the battle, there had been all kinds of problems, so he didn't want to ask then. Now was a good opportunity.

Celia was not surprised to hear the Archmage's question. She answered it very seriously. "Because of religion!" Celia was disgusted and resentful of the Temple of Light's behavior. She was still furious when she talked about it.

"Although the people of the Azure Continent cultivate the same magic and battle aura, the countries in the west of the continent believe in the God of Light. They are led by the Temple of Light and use battle aura as their orthodoxy!

As for the eastern part of the continent, a group of countries led by my Skadi Kingdom, believe in all kinds of gods because we are close to the Magical Beast Mountain and have mixed heritage. Most of us cultivate magic!

Skadi, my country, has always believed in the gods of magic, nature, and the elements, because of the mix of faerie blood in our ancestry!

The Temple of Light's dream has always been to spread the light of God across the continent. Of course, it can't tolerate that half the continent is infidel, so the so-called Eastern Expedition happens almost every few years.

Those people from the Temple of Light have committed many evil deeds for the sake of so-called preaching. The citizens of these small countries in the east can't stand it. Every time they come, their vitality is greatly damaged and the people are in dire straits.

The Temple of Light's operation failed this time, but they might pull their forces together and start another Eastern Expedition!"

At this, Celia sighed heavily again. Her angry expression slowly faded. She looked worried. If the allied forces of Light were to march east again, would she be able to protect her country without her teacher and the Archmage?

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At that moment, the sun's rays fell on the Skadi capital. The broad and stately national highway was deserted. It was located on the central axis of the capital, surrounded by gorgeous, grand buildings. The most gorgeous things in the city were gathered there. At the end of the highway was the imposing, dignified palace. At that moment, the palace, like the national highway, was quiet as if it was vacant.

Usually, this was the busiest time in the capital. However, it was dead and lifeless today, even though it was already midday. There was even an atmosphere of panic and despair in the extreme quietness. At this moment, the city was bathed in sunlight, but a shadow hanged over the city.

The small south-east gate of the capital was normally deserted. It was not the main way out of the city. At this moment, however, there were a lot of people coming and going with their families, pushing wheelbarrows, and dragging their belongings. They had a glum, hopeless look on their faces. They looked back at the city wistfully as they pushed their way out with all their might. Among them were grand carriages, frantically pushing their way out of the city.

Ever since the news that the five Great Archmages had led the Light Alliance to attack Fort Irwin reached the capital, the people in the capital had fallen into despair. No country could escape the siege of the five Great Archmages, especially this time. The Light Alliance was determined to subdue the small eastern countries in the entire Azure Continent. Even if Skadi was the strongest in the eastern countries, how could the Little Princess resist the five Great Archmages? How could she protect Skadi and save their weak people? They heard that the Malkians had been destroyed by the compound spell of the five Great Archmages because they resisted the Light Alliance. From now on, there was no Malkian left in the Azure Continent!

Outside the city, large clouds of dust rose on the highway as desperate people hurried along, holding hands, and dragging their belongings behind them. A mournful old tune filled the air. It was an ancient folk tune that Skadi had passed down for thousands of years, a sorrowful song of homesickness. Now the song sounded again and again, slowly spreading through the city. It cast a shadow over the fleeing people.

Meanwhile, in a grand and gorgeous mansion near the central axis of the city, a young child looked helplessly at his calm, tearful grandfather. A panicked young voice sounded in the gorgeous hall. "Grandpa, Grandpa, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" The young voice slowly became tearful.

The old man was dressed in a large black robe. The dark part of the robe was embroidered with golden magic patterns, and golden light flashed inadvertently. The old man forced a smile and comforted the little child beside him. "I just heard a song about homesickness. I was just emotional for a moment. Grandpa is fine."

The young child did not stop worrying when he heard the old man's words. The uneasiness in his eyes increased. Children were the most sensitive. At this moment, he sensed the desperation in his grandfather. There was unease in the air. He could hear the faint folk song in the distance which made him very troubled.

On the massive city walls, which were made of solid boulders, armored soldiers were on guard. Each of them held a sharp sword in his hand, and his expression was solemn and resolute. As they listened to the old music in the distance, they could not help but feel a tinge of despair even though they looked tough. They knew that this post could only mean death for them!

A knight stood at the front of the walls. With a determined expression, he shouted at the soldiers, "We are soldiers guarding the country. We swear to live and die with the country!"

With the ancient song of grief in the background, the soldiers faced death with grim determination. "We swear to live and die with our country!"

As their determined voices echoed through the imposing walls, they knew they could only swear to die with their country under the siege of the five Archmages.