Chapter 641 Commencing The Migration (2)
?641 Commencing The Migration (2)
Crystalia nodded in understanding. She turned around and immediately saw Flintor waving at her from the distance.
Seeing the healed Flintor, Crystalia's eyes instantly lit up with joy, and she left her mother's side, running towards his direction to meet him.
Meanwhile, Fifi went to stand with the rest of the other warriors. Though she noticed the strange looks they all gave her, understanding that it was primarily because of her panties, she didn't care.
Moreover, the Prismerion culture was unlike theirs, and they didn't discriminate against her appearance. Unlike the warriors who found the Prismerion's race culture unusual and uncomfortable, Fifi could be said to be the only one present who found it comfortable to stay in throughout her time here.
Nonetheless, even if the Prismerions had felt the same way, Fifi didn't care about what anyone thought as long as Orion loved it, and she was sure that the sisters also felt the same way.
When Crystalia arrived, she stretched her arms and hugged him.
"It's good that you're okay. I thought that something bad would happen to you," Crystalia said as she breathed heavily in relief.
Only after they had reclaimed their position as the number one power in the Prismerian Kingdom did she learn about Flintor's conditions in the dungeon. Just like her mother, Flintor had been tortured and starved, and there had even been many attempts to repress his magical energy, all of which he had survived. However, despite the accumulated injuries, Flintor had managed to arrive at the engagement banquet and had attempted to save her.
How could she not be moved by such a gesture?
And most of all, knowing that Flintor would still do such, even if he were in a worse condition, Crystalia couldn't help but sigh deeply.
As another hour ticked by, the murmurs among the inhabitants of the Prismerian kingdom grew louder and more agitated, eventually directing their frustration at Queen Selene.
"I UNDERSTAND YOUR HIGHNESS IS TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO LEAD US OUT OF THIS MOUNTAIN, BUT PLEASE DON'T GIVE US FALSE HOPE BY GATHERING US ALL HERE AND SAYING NOTHING!"
"YES, IF SOMETHING HAPPENED DURING WHITE FLAME'S DEATH THAT CAN STOP US FROM LEAVING THE MOUNTAIN, THEN TELL US WHAT IT IS AND STOP GIVING US FALSE HOPE!"
"YOUR HIGHNESS, WHY THE SILENCE? WHERE IS THE WARRIOR THAT IS COMING TO TAKE US OUTSIDE THE MOUNTAIN? IF SOMETHING IS WRONG, PLEASE TELL US. WE ARE ALREADY USED TO LIVING IN THESE MOUNTAINS, AND SURELY WE CAN CONTINUE LIKE THIS FOR YEARS!"
Just as the voices were about to continue, an immense magical energy descended heavily on those speaking, accompanied by a loud thundering sound that resonated in the air, assaulting everyone's ears.
"KEEP QUIET!" Ralias Prismaflow commanded, his gaze sweeping over all the citizens of the Prismerian Kingdom. "WE HAVE BEEN STAYING IN THESE MOUNTAINS FOR SEVERAL THOUSANDS OF YEARS. CAN'T WE WAIT FOR ANOTHER HOUR?"
"IF THE WARRIOR DOESN'T COME BY THEN, WE WILL WAIT UNTIL THE NEXT DAY. IF HE DOESN'T ARRIVE BY THE NEXT DAY, WE WILL WAIT FOR A WEEK. IF HE STILL DOESN'T COME AFTER A WEEK, THEN WE WILL KEEP ON WAITING UNTIL HE ARRIVES! AFTER ALL THESE YEARS THAT YOU'VE BEEN HERE, DON'T TELL ME YOU CAN'T WAIT A WHILE WHEN YOU FINALLY HAVE THE CHANCE TO LEAVE THIS MOUNTAIN!"
"FINE, IF ANYONE WANTS TO LEAVE, THEY CAN LEAVE! BUT MAKE SURE TO UNDERSTAND THAT ONCE YOU DO, YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO LEAVE THIS MOUNTAIN ALONG WITH THE REST OF US!" Ralias added with a firm tone.
Once Ralias finished speaking, an eerie silence blanketed the area. The citizens of the Prismerian Kingdom clenched their fists in frustration.
If they could wait for several years until now, then why couldn't they wait a little longer?
Were they truly this weak?
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