The Heavens: Hogwarts Transfer Students

Walking from the tidal flat east of Red Lion City, across a river, there is the Wailing Sand Dune on the other side.

In the Broken War, the decisive battle between the Holy Tree Army and the Red Lion Army.

The sky here is always shrouded in scarlet clouds. General Latarn occasionally let out irrational roars, which sounded like the howls of a pack of animals from the distant other side of the river.

It is said that the countless heroes who fell here have immortal souls and are still fighting endlessly. There are also mothers who summon the souls of their sons and daughters. Their souls also linger here, crying for a long time every night.

Marlenia returns to her old ways. Behind her were the heroes participating in the battle festival.

In front of her stood the soldiers of the Red Lion Army.

The men of the Red Lion once again stood in front of the invincible Feiyi, not allowing her to get close to General Latan.

City Lord Jie Lian stood between the two sides. He asked loudly: "Brave red lions, why do you want to obstruct the battle ceremony?"

The knight of the Red Lion Army said coldly: "We will not allow her to humiliate the general."

Jie Lian nodded, then turned around and asked: "Ms. Marlenia, why did you come to the festival? Don't you know that Red Lion City does not welcome you? Because it was you who brought frustration to General Latarn. It was the poison in your body that caused him to fall into madness. With such deep hatred, even I will not approve of you participating in this battle."

The answer Marlenia gave was vague.

"I was invited."

"Then who invited you? Who made you come here to humiliate a defeated general even though he is traveling thousands of miles away?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Linde.

This inconspicuous magician among the crowd made Marlenia respect him. It can be seen that even though this person is wearing the robe of an academy mage, his true identity is by no means simple.

Jie Lian had noticed this man a long time ago. His eyes hidden behind his hood and gray beard were staring deeply at Linde.

"So my friend, can you give me an explanation?"

Linde looked at these solemn mortals. They didn't know that they were already in a pocket plane, where the time, space and laws were controlled by the Silver Tree. He can make these people disappear with a snap of his fingers, and bring them back to life with a snap of his fingers.

Of course he wouldn't do that, life is the last thing that should be insulted.

"Then let me give you an explanation." Lind pointed to the sky, "Have you seen the silver lightning across the sky before?"

"Of course." Everyone nodded.

"Those are the roots of the Silver Tree. It is like a palm, salvaging the space-time structure of this area from the original world. Now this place is completely closed, seemingly separated from the outside world by a wall, but no means can leave."

"Are you kidding me?!" Several warriors participating in the ceremony were shocked and angry.

"This is the truth, but you don't have to worry. Because after this battle is over, the blockade will naturally be lifted. During this period, the Silver Tree will record all phenomena of everyone and everything, and completely copy this history. , and then form a copy. The so-called copy is a copy of the original. We are now in the copy stage."

"What on earth are you talking about?" Jie Lian was a little flustered for some reason. His old nose smelled the strong rusty smell of fate, and his brain was showing a terrible sense of déjà vu. During his years in the border area, he felt like this The feeling occasionally appears, when I see poor people dying of poverty, nobles dying in the palace, and soldiers dying on the battlefield, the heaviness of this fate hits my heart again.

"We are all players of the Silver Network, and the purpose of coming here is to participate in the battle festival, just like everyone here. But General Latarn will not simply die. This legendary battle will be recorded. He , all of you, except the players, will be recorded on the Silver Network, and your legends and heroic battles will be passed down forever."

"I still don't understand..." Jie Lian's tone was trembling. He had never thought that words could be so powerful. He racked his brains to understand what this person said, but every noun in his mouth was very unfamiliar. Jie Lian tried his best to observe Lin De He looked like he was trying to find signs of lying, but no, this man didn't lie.

"You don't have to understand, you just need to know that this is a chance for General Ratan, and for each of you, to last forever."

"Eternal life? Isn't that eternal torture?" It was Topps who asked this question, and he subconsciously blurted out,

Lind turned around and asked: "If you can keep going back to the past, then the people who existed in the past will also exist forever for you. Do you think they are being tortured? Every time you download the dungeon and see the people in the dungeon, Will they remember you?"

"I see. In this way, all players can try to challenge General Latan in the future." Tops suddenly realized, "This is... indeed a kind of immortality."

"That's the end of my explanation. Let's persuade the red lions to leave. It's not worth dying here."

The red lion's army was motionless.

From the brave knights to the skinny minions, they are not Ratarn's servants, but men who fight by his side.

So they are the general's last iron wall.

Linde failed to convince these people, and neither could Jie Lian. Some people can die but will not surrender.

Marlenia lifted her footsteps, and everyone's hearts tightened. The invincible Fei Yi, the corpses that fell under her sword were piled up like a mountain. If she made a move, these red lion soldiers would definitely be buried on the beach.

Marlenia moved forward step by step. When passing by Linde, she turned her head and laughed softly: "Your words are not very convincing. It seems that you are not omnipotent."

Linde shrugged, "So you can laugh too."

"Yes, I can laugh too." Malenia's golden prosthetic limbs walked heavily and made a mechanical friction sound. She raised her head and looked down at the crowd and said, "I am Malenia, Michaela's Blade."

Alexander the warrior in the background is like a little fanboy after seeing a fan. He rubs his hands in excitement and gently pushes the fader beside him, "Oh my god, did you hear it? She is introducing herself! So cool Ah, this line! I am Alexander, uh, Warrior Pot, listen to it, it’s just different.”

The Faded One shrugged, her eyes lingering on Lind's back intentionally or unintentionally.

More festival warriors whispered among themselves. "Finally, I'm going to get a glimpse of the invincible flying wings." "What a pity for these loyal and brave men." "Gods are ruthless, and the Red Lion Army will be finished today."

Marlenia stopped in front of the tip of the spear, and the red lion knight opposite could pierce her chest with the spear with just one move.

The Goddess Marlenia said calmly: "I can dispel the scarlet corruption in Latarn's body, make him conscious, give him another chance to duel with me, and finally die under my knife in an honorable manner."

The Red Lion Knight was silent for a moment and took back his spear. Only then did everyone see clearly that this so-called iron wall was actually just a group of tired defeated troops.

"Marlenia, I hope you will do what you say." The Red Lions retreated to both sides, like the waves of the sea.

The warriors participating in the ceremony passed through the queue. The soldiers sang majestic and desolate lamentations in a low voice. The fluttering red helmets were like blood-stained flags. On the shore of the Wailing Sand Dunes, the wind kept blowing so sadly. Take the farewell of the soldiers to the other side of the river.

At that time, the icy river flowed, and the warriors left mourning songs behind them. The beach in front was covered with military flags, spears, and arrows as thick as spears. Thousands of loyal bones were buried in the yellow sand. The sun had completely set, the night was dark, and the stars above them had never been so bright.

Latarn's roar came from afar, like a military drum at the beginning of a war.

I have been undecided whether to let Linde rescue Latane. I personally like this character very much, but there is a reason why he has to die. And his greatest charm lies in the broken moments. All the characters in the Ring of Law can be re-constructed from such a retrospective perspective. Without Scarlet Corruption, the tragic temperament and heroic spirit of Latarn will be compromised. The so-called success is missing, and regret shapes aesthetics. It's a very important part. Before I really make up my mind, I can only do one thing as much as possible, that is, whether Latan is alive or dead, he is an important figure.